diff --git "a/test.csv" "b/test.csv" --- "a/test.csv" +++ "b/test.csv" @@ -1,1934 +1,1934 @@ ,lyrics_filename,mood,lyrics,mood_cats -6939,Destinys_Child___So_Good,happy,"""So Good [Verse 1: Beyoncé]\nHey, how ya doin'?\nYeah, I'm doin' mighty fine\nLast time I seen ya\nIt's been a long time\nStop smilin' at me, get that look off your face\nPlease don't even front, stop bein' so fake\nI know you do not like me and you made it very clear\nYou're always talkin' about me\nFrom what I hear\nAlways puttin' me down when you thought that you could\nI want you to know that I'm doin' so good\n[Pre-Chorus: Kelly, with Destiny's Child]\nWasn't it you that said\nI thought I was all that and you said I didn't have a clue?\nWasn't it you that said\nThat I wouldn't make it through?\nAnd wasn't it you that said\nThat I didn't look too good, that I wouldn't do too good?\nI'd never make it out the 'hood\nI want you to know that I'm doin' so good\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I'm\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nIt's hard to face it, but I'm\nSo hood, so good, so good\n\n[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nThis is for them haters that said we wouldn't make it\nNow we're doin' platinum\nAnd now you can't take it\nFor all the people 'round us that have been negative\nLook at us now\nAnd see how we live\nI stayed down wit' my people, all the ones that keep it real\nDidn't get caught up\nAnd how'd it make you feel?\nAll the things I'm doin' that you thought I never could\nI want you to know that I'm doin' so good\n [Pre-Chorus: Kelly, with Destiny's Child]\nWasn't it you that said\nI thought I was all that and you said I didn't have a clue?\nWasn't it you that said\nThat I wouldn't make it through?\nAnd wasn't it you that said\nThat I wouldn't do too good?\nLook at me, now ain't God good\nNow I made it out the 'hood\nI want you to know that I'm doin' so good\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I'm\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nIt's hard to face it, but I'm\nSo hood, so good, so good\nSo good\n\n[Break: Beyoncé]\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nGood, good, good, good, good, good\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nI'm doing so, so, so, so, so\nGood, good, good, good, good, good\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I'm\nSo hood, so good, so good\nSo good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI am so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nBaby face it, I'm doin' good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nHey hey-yeah, doin' good, good, good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nDoin' good, good, good, good\nSo hood, so good, so good\n\n[Commandment #2: Kelly]\nThou shalt pay bills2 ",0 -7703,Econoline_Crush___Hollowman,anger,"""Hollowman Maybe i'm phony, baby\nJust like you\nMaybe i'm lonely and you're something to do\nSomething to do\nMaybe i'm broken and I can't be fixed\nMisunderstood, misguided, misfit\nI'm it\nOh, is there no way out\nI am, I am, I am\nHollowman\nDown again\nIt's the end of the world\nAll that we had\nEverything good has now turned bad\nTurned bad\nMaybe it's tragic\nMaybe it's shit\nBitter and twisted you make me feel sick\nYou make me feel sick",3 -7085,Diana_Krall___Im_Coming_Through,happy,"""I’m Coming Through [Verse 1]\nI looked down at a sparkling band\nAnd only saw my Mother's hand\nThe things I've earned\nThey never came too cheap\nBut then the likeness only goes so deep\nAs clouds approach the facing shore\nAnd although two pairs of shoes sit by the door\nI can't pretend I don't descend\nI know I should be joyful now\nBut time means nothing\nOnly the love you gave to me will save me\nI think she knew\n[Chorus]\nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI'm coming through\n\n[Verse 2]\nI looked down at a twist of lace\nAnd only saw my Father's face\nThe things we shared\nHave hurt us both so much sometimes\nWe each go places love can't touch\nA calendar marks days to keep\nThe moon shone down\nUpon chill waters running deep\nThe veil so thin that light poured in\nThe sight was so astonishing\nThat time meant nothing\nOnly a kiss that felt like this could move me\nI think she knew\n\n[Chorus]\nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI'm coming through\nSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67 [Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI'm coming through ",0 -3876,Bon_Jovi___Something_For_The_Pain,happy,"""Something for the Pain [Verse 1]\nHappiness, it's been no friend to me\nBut forever after ain't what it's all cracked up to be\nYeah, i had a taste, you were my fantasy\nBut I almost lost my faith when I hit reality\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't need no guru to tell me what to do\nWhen you're feeling like a headline on\nYesterday's news\nCome on, come on, come on\n\n[Chorus]\nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i've been dangling from a hang-man's noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\n\n[Verse 2]\nLoneliness has found a home in me\nMy suitcase and guitar are my only family\nI've tried to need someone, like they needed me\nWell I opened up my heart, but all i did was bleed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't need no lover, just to get screwed\nThey don't make a bandage, that's going to cover my bruise\nCome on, come on, come on\n\n[Chorus]\nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i've been dangling from a hang-man's noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\n Come on, come on, come on\n\n[Verse 3]\nPull me under help i'm falling\nThrough my veins\nTo a place\nWhere i feel no pain\nBe the pillow under my head night is calling\nCover me when i'm in your bed\nTake me higher than i've ever beenfeels like i'm flying\nTake me down and back again\nCome to me, be my disguise christ i'm dying\nOpen your coat, let me crawl inside\nCome on, come on, come on\n\n[Chorus]\nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i've been dangling from a hang-man's noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i've been dangling from a hang-man's noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\n\nCome on, come on, come on, come on, come on\nCome on, come on, come on, come on, come on\n\nGimme\nGive me something for the pain\nGimme\nGive me something for the blues\nGimme\nGot to give me something for the pain, baby\nGimme2 ",0 -8776,Faces___Ooh_La_La,happy,"'Ooh La La [Verse 1]\nPoor old Grandad\nI laughed at all his words\nI thought he was a bitter man\nHe spoke of women\'s ways\n""They trap you, then they use you\nBefore you even know\nWell, love is blind and you\'re far too kind\nDon\'t ever let it show""\n\n[Chorus]\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was younger\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was stronger\n[Verse 2]\nThe can-can such a pretty show\nWill steal your heart away\nBut backstage back on Earth again\nThe dressing rooms are grey\nThey come on strong and it ain\'t too long\n\'Fore they make you feel a man\nBut love is blind and you soon will find\nYou\'re just a boy again\n\n[Piano Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen you want her lips, you get her cheek\nMakes you wonder where you are\nIf you want some more then she\'s fast asleep\nLeaves you twinkling with the stars\nPoor young grandson, there\'s nothing I can say\nYou\'ll have to learn, just like me\nAnd that\'s the hardest way, ooh la la\nOoh la la la la, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was younger\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was stronger 2Embed', 'default'",0 -2301,BEFORE_THE_DAWN___Silence,sad,"'Silence I destroy all in me\nThat might be understood\nAs weakness or fault\nI condone and embrace\nThe inescapable\nEnd of it all\n\nThere are no words in this world\nTo make you comprehend\nDarkness beyond all senses\nUnder the black wings I lay myself to rest\nAnd draw a new note of silence\nI behold and observe\nThat in my reflection\nThere are no scars\nI aim to be reborn\nAnd redress my failures by\nThe destruction of this form Embed', 'default'",1 -7997,Ella_Fitzgerald___Manhattan,happy,"'Manhattan Summer journeys to Niag\'ra\nAnd to other places aggra-\nVate all our cares\nWe\'ll save our fares!\n\nI\'ve a cozy little flat in\nWhat is known as old Manhattan\nWe\'ll settle down\nRight here in town!\n\nWe\'ll have Manhattan\nThe Bronx and Staten\nIsland too\nIt\'s lovely going through\nThe zoo!\nIt\'s very fancy\nOn old Delancy\nStreet you know\nThe subway charms us so\nWhen balmy breezes blow\nTo and fro\n\nAnd tell me what street\nCompares with Mott Street\nIn July?\nSweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by\n\nThe great big city\'s a wonderous toy\nJust made for a girl and boy\nWe\'ll turn Manhattan\nInto an isle of joy!\n\nWe\'ll go to Yonkers\nWhere true love conquers\nIn the whiles\nAnd starve together dear, in Chiles\n\nWe\'ll go to Coney\nAnd eat baloney on a roll\nIn Central Park we\'ll stroll\nWhere our first kiss we stole\nSoul to soul\n And ""My Fair Lady"" is a terrific show they say\nWe both may see it close, some day\n\nThe city\'s glamour can never spoil\nThe dreams of a boy and girl\nWe\'ll turn Manhattan\nInto an isle of joy!Embed', 'default'",0 -7977,Elisa___Teach_Me_Again_Elisas_Version,sad,"""Teach Me Again Elisa’s Version What's it to walk on a silent road\nTo be thirsty and wait for...\nWait for the rain?\nWhat is it like?\n\nYou wake me up with a ray of light\nTell me a joke and if you don't know one, nevermind\nCan't we just look at the sun?\n\nAnd live a lifetime in a day\nLike some butterflies but not quite the same\nA lifetime in a day\nIn which we learn to fly out of our cage\nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nSo what is\nThe sound of your heart when you're running?\nSo what is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space?\n\nIn this place there's the law of the strongest\nBut we confuse the weak with the one that\nMakes big mistakes\nAnd the strong with the perfect\n\nWe live a lifetime in a day\nWe're like some butterflies but not quite the same\nThe lifetime in a day\nIn which we learn to fly out of this cage\n\nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nwhat is\nThe sound of your heart when you're running?\nwhat is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space?\n Teach me again\nTeach me again\nTeach, teach me again\nTeach me again\n\nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nwhat is\nThe sound of your heart when you're running?\nwhat is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space?\n\nTeach me again\nTeach me again\nPlease...\nTeach me again\nTeach me again\nPlease...\nTeach me again\nTeach me again ",1 -1173,Amy_Winehouse___Tears_Dry_On_Their_Own,happy,"""TranslationsFrançaisTears Dry on Their Own [Produced by Salaam Remi]\n\n[Verse 1]\nAll I can ever be to you is the darkness that we knew\nAnd this regret I've got accustomed to\nOnce it was so right, when we were at our height\nWaiting for you in the hotel at night\nI knew I hadn't met my match\nBut every moment we could snatch\nI don't know why I got so attached\nIt's my responsibility\nAnd you don't owe nothing to me\nBut to walk away, I have no capacity\n[Chorus]\nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I'm grown I'm grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't understand, why do I stress the man?\nWhen there's so many bigger things at hand\nWe could've never had it all\nWe had to hit a wall\nSo this is inevitable withdrawal\nEven if I stop wanting you and perspective pushes through\nI'll be some next man's other woman soon\nI cannot play myself again\nI should just be my own best friend\nNot fuck myself in the head with stupid men\n\n[Chorus]\nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I'm grown I'm grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own\n\n[Bridge]\nSo we are history\nYour shadow covers me\nThe sky above ablaze\n [Chorus]\nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I'm grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own\n\n[Verse 3]\nI wish I could say no regrets\nAnd no emotional debts\n'Cause as we kiss goodbye, the sun sets\nSo we are history, the shadow covers me\nThe sky above ablaze that only lovers see\n\n[Chorus]\nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I'm grown I'm grown\nAnd in your way, my blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own\nWoah, he walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I am grown\nAnd in your way, my deep shade\nMy tears dry on their own, woah\n\n[Outro]\nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I'm grown\nAnd in your way, my deep shade\nMy tears dry41 ",0 -7028,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Tell_Me_When_My_Light_Turns_Green,anger,"""Tell Me When My Light Turns Green Seen quite a bit in my twenty-three years\nI've been manic depressive and I've spat a few tears\n\nSpat on and shat on\nTell me when my light's on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\n\nSpat on and shat on\nTell me when my light's on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\nRambling and gambling\nJust hoping for more\nI've been losing and boozing\nBut I don't know what for\n\nWill anybody help?\nTell me when my light's on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\n\nIt's not that I don't believe in you\nOh, your work's all around for me to see\n\nWon't you please help?\nTell me when my light's on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\n\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?",3 -7094,Diana_Krall___I_Miss_You_So,sad,"""I Miss You So Those happy hours I spent with you\nThat lovely afterglow\nMost of all, I miss you so\n\nYour sweet caresses, each rendezvous\nYou voice so soft and low\nMost of all, I miss you so\n\nYou once filled my heart with\nNo regrets, no fears\nNow you'll find my heart\nFilled to the top with tears\nI'll always love you and want you, too\nHow much you'll never know\nMost of all, I miss you soSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1 -3942,Born_Ruffians___Badonkadonkey,happy,"""Badonkadonkey [Verse 1]\nI, I got you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nKeep you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nI keep you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nWhen I get home, when I get home\n\n[Verse 2]\nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money's gone?\nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money's gone?\nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money's gone?\nThe money's gone, the money's gone\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don't\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nWhat I owe you, I don't, I don't, I don't\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nThe loving that you gave to me\nWas wasted too\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nI'm picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nI'm picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nYour birthday comes, your birthday comes\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'm cooking up a dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nI'm cooking up your dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nI'm cooking up a dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nFor 6 p.m, for 6 p.m\n [Chorus]\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don't\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nWhat I owe you, I don't, I don't, I don't\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nThe loving that you gave to me\nWas wasted too\n\n[Verse 5]\nI'm taking you to put you\nUnderneath my thumb\nI'm taking you to put you\nUnderneath my thumb\nI'm placing you down neatly\nUnderneath my thumb\nBeneath my thumb, beneath my thumb\n\n[Verse 6]\nAnd If you get squished\nI'll find another you\nAnd If you get squashed\nI'll just find another you\nIt won't be hard to find another one like you\nAnother you, another you\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don't\nAnd I don't give a damn about\nThe I-owe-yous, I don't, I don't, I don't\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nI won't be sad\nWhen you and me are through ",0 -8409,Enya___Wild_Child,sad,"""Wild Child [Verse 1]\nEver close your eyes\nEver stop and listen\nEver feel alive\nAnd you've nothing missing\nYou don't need a reason\nLet the day go on and on\n\n[Verse 2]\nLet the rain fall down\nEverywhere around you\nGive into it now\nLet the day surround you\nYou don't need a reason\nLet the rain go on and on\n[Instrumental Hook]\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child\n\n[Verse 3]\nOnly take the time\nFrom the helter skelter\nEvery day you find\nEverything's in kilter\nYou don't need a reason\nLet the day go on and on\n\n[Verse 4]\nEvery summer sun\nEvery winter evening\nEvery spring to come\nEvery autumn leaving\nYou don't need a reason\nLet it all go on and on\n\n[Instrumental Hook]\n [Chorus]\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child1 ",1 -4640,Cabin_Crew___Star_To_Fall,happy,"""Star to Fall Trying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\n\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\n\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, into my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\n\nBaby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah\n\nCarry your heart into my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, into my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\n\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\n\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that's where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\n\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\n Baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah ",0 -9129,Firehouse___Love_Of_A_Lifetime,happy,"""Love of a Lifetime I guess the time was right for us to say\nWe'd take our time and live our lives\nTogether day by day\nWe'll make a wish and send it on a prayer\nWe know our dreams can all come true\nWith love that we can share\n\nWith you I never wonder\nWill you be there for me?\nWith you I never wonder\nYou're the right one for me\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n\nWith every kiss, our love is like brand new\nAnd every star up in the sky\nWas made for me and you\nStill, we both know that the road is long\nWe know that we will be together\nBecause our love is strong\n\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n [Outro]\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nLove of a lifetime\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nI finally found the love\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nOh, forever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime ",0 -6867,Deniece_Williams___Free,happy,"""Free Whispering in his ear\nMy magic potion for love\nTelling him I'm sincere\nAnd that there's nothing too good for us\n\nAnd I just got to be me, free, free\n\nWhispering in his ear\nMy magic potion for love\nTelling him I'm sincere\nAnd that there's nothing too good for us\nBut I want to be free, free, free\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, me, me\n\nTeasing hands on his mind\nGive our night such mystery\nHappiness all the time\nOh and how that man pleases me\n\nBut I want to be free, free, free\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, me, me\n\nI just got to be me, me, me\n\nFeeling you close to me\nMakes all my senses smile\nLet's not waste ecstasy\n'Cause I'll only be here for a while\n\nI've got to be free, free, free, oh\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, me, me, oh\n\nFree, free, free, oh, baby\nAnd I just wanna, I just wanna be me\n\nFree, free, I just got to be me, me, whoa, free\nThat's why we want to be free\nFree 3 ",0 -5331,Chris_Garneau___CastleTime,sad,"""Castle-Time Men doing men-thing times\nChewing candy and tobacco lines\nDrinking Harpoon pints\nTossing nickels and dimes\n\nThey're looking for an exit signs\nThey're looking for a lucky night\nThey're talking in boring rhymes\nDamn they're keeping up old times\n\nMy teacher died, even the frying pan cried\nRain fell slow according to castle-time\nI was only nine\nI was looking for an exit signs\nI was lookin for lucky nines\nAm I talking in boring rhymes?\nFace it we're living in war times\n\nLet's cry about it\nLet's cry about it, you can\nCry about it\n\nDon't be embarrassed\nI won't laugh at you\n\nThe river flows north and winds\nTraveling south you hit wind-time\nThe passers-by are not kind\nBut the sky is sublime\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah",1 -4530,Buffalo_Springfield___For_What_Its_Worth,calm,"'For What It’s Worth [Verse 1]\nThere\'s something happening here\nBut what it is ain\'t exactly clear\nThere\'s a man with a gun over there\nA-telling me I got to beware\n\n[Chorus]\nI think it\'s time we stop\nChildren, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down\n[Verse 2]\nThere\'s battle lines being drawn\nAnd nobody\'s right if everybody\'s wrong\nYoung people speaking their minds\nAre gettin\' so much resistance from behind\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s time we stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat a field day for the heat Ooh-ooh-ooh\nA thousand people in the street Ooh-ooh-ooh\nSinging songs and a-carryin\' signs Ooh-ooh-ooh\nMostly say, ""Hooray for our side"" Ooh-ooh-ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s time we stopped\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down\n\n[Verse 4]\nParanoia strikes deep\nInto your life, it will creep\nIt starts when you\'re always afraid\nStep out of line, the man come and take you away\n [Chorus]\nWe better stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nNow, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nChildren, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down23Embed', 'default'",2 -3230,Björk___Alarm_Call,happy,"""Alarm Call [Intro]\n-lightenment\nOoh Yeah\n-lightenment\nOoh Oh\n-lightenment\nOoh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI have walked this earth\nAnd watched people\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nI can be sincere\nAnd say I like them\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n[Refrain]\nYou can't say no to hope\nCan't say no to happiness\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to go on a mountain top\nWith a radio and good batteries\nAnd play a joyous tune and\nFree the human race\nFrom suffering\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm no fucking buddhist\nBut this is enlightenment\nThe less room you give me\nThe more space I've got\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n\n[Refrain]\nYou can't say no to hope\nCan't say no to happiness\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to be on a mountain top\nWith a radio and good batteries\nAnd play a joyous tune and\nFree the human race\nFrom suffering\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Verse 3]\nThis is an alarm-call\nSo wake up, wake up now\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nToday has never happened\nAnd it doesn't frighten me\nIt doesn't scare me at all\n\n[Refrain]\nYou can't say no to hope\nYou can't say no to happiness\n\n[Outro]\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn't scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep15 ",0 -8447,Erasure___Because_Youre_So_Sweet,sad,"""Because You’re So Sweet [Verse 1]\nBecause you're so sweet\nYou lift up my heart\nAnd I'll fall back again\nBut I don't know\nQuite which way to turn\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe light in your eyes\nTouches the sky\nAnd I'm your man again\nAnd you hold me\nAs close as close can be\n[Chorus]\nAnd many's the time\nThat you've enchanted me\nNow I want you back\nHere in my loving arms\nFor eternity\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou look and you smile\nWarm me inside\nCause you're so good to me\nA beauty\nFilled with the joys of spring\n\n[Verse 4]\nNo love is too pure\nTo give to the world\nIn her naivety\nOr too tender\nTo caress with a simple kiss\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd many's the time\nThat you've enchanted me\nNow I want you back I want you back\nBack in my loving arms\nFor eternity\n [Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd many's the time\nThat you've enchanted me\nI want you back I want you back\nBack in my loving arms\nFor eternity ",1 -9013,Fields_Of_The_Nephilim___New_gold_dawn,sad,"""New Gold Dawn Everything and everyone\nYou're everything, you're everyone\nYou're everything, you're everywhere\nCan't take from here\nCan't take no more\nYou're everything of mine\nYou're looking* love away\nYou're everything to me\ntomorrow\nI can't look away\ntomorrow\nTomorrow\nI'm loosing sight, Can you look behind?\nIs it burning bright, on the other side?\nTonight\nToday\nToo late\nAnd the memories won't fade\nI'm still there without you\nYou got to learn from your* sight*\nBurn like me and you\nTomorrow\nTonight\nAnd I need time no more\ntomorrow\nWhen you can't cry no more\ntomorrow\nAnd our love died before\ntomorrow\nLook behind no more\ntomorrow\nIt's just another fine day, recall\nDon't follow me down, no more\nAs we rise we form\nA new god dawn\nOn me*\nTonight\nToday\nToo late\nToo late\nAnd I need time no more\nToo late\nWhen you can't cry no more\nToo late\nAnd our love died before\ntoo late\nLook behind no more\ntoo late\nTomorrow\nToo late\nTonight\nTonight\nAnd I need time no more",1 -9346,Foo_Fighters___Virginia_Moon,calm,"""Virginia Moon [Verse 1]\nDearest constellation, heaven surrounding you\nStay there, soft and blue. Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight\nSweetest invitation, breaking the day in two\nFeeling like I do, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now our shades become shadows in your light\nIn the morning wind we're through and tomorrow rescues you\nI will say goodnight\n[Verse 2]\nSecret fascination, whisper a quiet tune\nHear me calling you, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nVirginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nI will say goodnight\nI will say goodnight 2 ",2 -9367,For_My_Pain___Bed_of_Dead_Leaves,sad,"""Bed Of Dead Leaves Is this love, hate or pain?\nFor me it's all the same\nThese are the last words I say\nCause I really don't care\nIf you'll come with me in there\nWhere the sun never shines\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful dream\nMake love with me\nOn the bed of dead leaves\nThrough the anguish and filth\nTogether we wander\nIn the sea of your tears so come with me\nAnd the torment will be complete\nIf you'll come with me in there\nWhere the sun never shines\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful...\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful dream",1 -8063,Elliott_Smith___Wouldnt_Mama_Be_Proud,sad,"'Wouldn’t Mama Be Proud? [Verse 1]\nThe question is wouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nThere\'s a silver lining in the corporate cloud\nAnd the pretty post that you\'re taking as a, as an NCO\nOf the great pretender, I should sure think so\n\n[Refrain]\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\n\n[Verse 2]\n""Can I take your order?"" asked the heavenly host\nTicket to the jet stream blowing coast to coast\nThe long-stem glasses, a movie and a pleasant dream in mid-air\n""You gotta tell me quickly \'cause we\'re almost there""\n[Refrain]\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\n\n[Bridge]\nPointed out of the window\nAt the sky gone black\n""Kid, you\'re on the right track""\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf I send you postcards from the side of the road\nPhotographs of moving parts about to implode\nIf I crawl to keep it together\nLike you say you know I can do\nTo transmit the moment from me to you\n\n[Refrain]\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud? 1Embed', 'default'",1 -1077,Amon_Amarth___With_Oden_On_Our_Side,anger,"""With Oden on Our Side Finally the storm arrives\nOur wait is at an end\nUnder dark winter skies\nWe make our final stand\n\nFor each of us there are four of them\nIt matters not to us\nWe won't leave this field in shame\nWe are here to crush\n\nFutile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is already won\nOur hearts are full of pounding rage\nOur minds hard as steel\nAnd before the dying day\nWe will have you kneel\n\nThe snow turns red from all the blood\nSevered limbs and heads\nA sacrifice to one eyed god\nHe will claim the dead\n\nUnder winter skies\nWe stand glorious\nAnd with Oden on our side\nWe are victorious\n\nNo retreat, no remorse\nVictory will be ours\nBlood on steel, sacrifice\nVictory will be ours\n\nUnder winter skies\nWe stand glorious\nAnd with Oden on our side\nWe are victorious\n\nFutile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is already won\n Futile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is won ",3 -2855,Ben_Kweller___Harriets_Got_A_Song,sad,"'Harriet’s Got a Song I don\'t stand a chance in this fucked up world\nNew school took romance and messed it up real bad\nBut your brand new eyes shrink me to a size\nMake it hard to see my reality\n\nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we combine\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nScare myself sometimes. Lead me to the light\nPet and let me know it\'ll be alright\nWatch me dive right into the shallow end\n""Won\'t you be my friend? Won\'t you be my neighbor?""\n\nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we combine\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\n\nDo do do do...\n\nGoing off on me. Not only can I see\nMemorized your scent, everywhere you went\nJoin our Wiccan church. Blaze the Satchel Perch\nEverywhere you go - 100%\n\nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we collide\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song...got a song Embed', 'default'",1 -4836,Carlos_Jean___Give_Me_The_Seventies,happy,"""Give Me the Seventies M-AND-Y:\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\n\nFerrara:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love, in love\nIn attraction, in attraction\nM-AND-Y:\nLet's go!\nBabe I know you wanna shhh with me\nMaybe is the destiny,so just..\nTell me what's your fantasy\n\nTell me whatcha waitin' for\nDon't you know you drive me crazy?\nCome get closer gimme more\nYeah I know that you've been chasin'\n\nYou turn me on\nYou turn me on\nIs the way you touch me baby..\n\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\n\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\n Juni:\nListen to the spirit of the ElectricNana\nBringing some beats it is my Ferrara\nSweet guitar sound from the south playing is my friend\n\nFerrara/ElectricNana:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love\nFire fire fire in love\nFire fire in your hands\nIn attraction, in attraction\n\nFerrara/M-AND-Y:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love, Di in love Di\nIn attraction Di, in attraction Di\n\nM-AND-Y:\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\n\nElectricNana:\nI don't understand the reason\nWhy you're so afraid babe\nWhen you touch my hand you turn me on\nI'm like a flame\nI'm fire fire fire fire fire in your hands\nX2\n\nJuni:\nListen music is the air feel the good vibe\nBig plans coming now to our lives\nCome on come on\nEverybody gonna gonna\nMake it flow\nDJ ",0 -7161,Dido___Do_You_Have_A_Little_Time,sad,"""Do You Have a Little Time [Verse 1]\nIf you are feeling low and lost today\nYou're probably doing too much again\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me?\n\nSlow down my love, you're confusing me\nAnd if you're feeling stressed, just try calling\nYou spend your time waiting for anyone to see\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me?\n[Chorus]\nIf you should stop for a while\nYou'll find me standing by\nOver here at the side of your life\n\nI'd like to hold you still\nRemind you of what you've missed\nIf you have a little time\nIf you have a little time, that is\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhy do you still run when you could walk with me?\nLife will pass you by when you move this quickly\nWhy can you see when you're spinning around?\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me?\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nIf you let me listen I'll make you feel clear\nYou spend your time waiting for anyone to say\n\n[Chorus] x2",1 -5472,Cinema_Bizarre___Lovesongs_They_Kill_Me,sad,"""Lovesongs They Kill Me The curtain's closed\nNo way home\nThe nectar of life run dry\nThese tainted words\nMade to hurt\nCut in me with its' knife\n\nEating my mind\nAnd with each bite\nI'm begging Please Lord, no\nThis place is a mess\nThe one has gone\n\nLovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now\n\nTrained to attack\nBull eye shot in black\nI never thought they'd get me\nThese pictures in my head...\nLying in my bed...\nThese whips make me bleed\n\nThis place is a mess\nMy one has gone\n\nLovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now\n\nI can't hear the sceneries\nOf constant tragedies\nOf what I meant to feel no more\nCause I'm already dead\nAnd I just cannot bear\nTo hear another word no more\n Lovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now ",1 -125,AHa___Over_The_Treetops,happy,"'Over the Treetops Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill\nWhenever I pass by I’m thinking I will\nFind someone like you, goodbye avenue\nAnd then I’ll be yearning for this too\n\nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky\n\nStop calling her restless, she moves in the sun\nGets out of bed past noon, closer to one\nI follow her mind, I follow her blind\nShe leaves and I’m two steps behind\nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky\n\nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall\n\nShe changes how she feels about things, that’s okay\nIt works for me, I think I like it that way\nNothing is true, something is false\nAddress the child as a whole\n\nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky\n\nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky\n Over the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the skyEmbed', 'default'",0 -1258,Andrew_Bird___SpareOhs,happy,"""Spare-ohs [Verse 1]\nThe finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney\nWhat remains of the small flightless birds\nThat you failed to protect\nBut their yolk isn't easy, in fact it's a drag\nAs they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags\nAll over the suburbs, across the great lawns\nAnd they're crop dusting gardens all over this town\n\n[Chorus]\nBut nobody cares when it gets in their hair\nIt gets in their lungs as it floats through the air\nIt gets in the food that they buy and prepare\nBut nobody cares when it gets in their hair\n[Verse 2]\nAcross the great chasms and the schisms\nAnd the sudden aneurysms\nWhere the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eyes\nAnd your teeth are worth more than you can spare\nOh, don't tell me that it just isn't fair\nDon't speak about the cycles of life\nCause your thoughts are so soft\nI could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd the wine made our mouths too loose\nSuch a reckless choice of words\nWhen you told me I was too abstruse\nI just thought it was a kind of bird\nI swear, I just stood there not saying a word\nNot saying a word, not saying a wordSee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",0 -7059,Diamanda_Galas___Heaven_Have_Mercy,sad,"'Heaven Have Mercy No more smiles no more tears\nNo more prayers no more fears\nNothing left, why go on\nWhen your lover is gone\nShout with one, ring the bells\nThrough the towns and the farms\nWith the shouts and the bells\nBringing him back to my arms\nMust each man go to war ever more ever more\nWhile some loner woman stands empty heart empty hands\nWhen the time came to part\nAnd he kissed me goodbye\nFrom the depths of my heart came a great lonely cry\n""Heaven have mercy""\n""Heaven hae mercy""\nOnce again they carved his name upon a cross\nI remember the dance where we first fell in love\nHow we walzed around and around\nWhile the stars danced above\nWe would walk by the shore\nWatch the sheeps sail away\nLovers need nothing more\nJust a new dream each day\nSo we dreamed of a home\nWith a garden so fine\nAnd a son with his eyes\nAnd a nose just like mine\nNow its done why be grave?\nWhy should I live like this?\nShall I wait by the grave for my lost lovers kiss?\nStop the bell, stop the bell!\nI have no tears left to cry\nMust I stay here in hell?\nLord above let me die\n""Heaven have mercy""\n""Heaven have mercy""\n""Heaven have mercy"" Embed', 'default'",1 -1852,Armin_van_Buuren___In_and_Out_of_Love,sad,"""In and Out of Love [Verse]\nSee the mirror in your eyes\nSee the truth behind the lies\nYour lies are haunting me\nSee the reason in your eyes\nGiving answer to the why\nYour eyes are haunting me\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh..\nFalling in and out of love\nIn love, in love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\n[Verse]\nSee the mirror in your eyes\nSee the truth behind the lies\nYour lies are haunting me\nSee the reason in your eyes\nGiving answer to the why\nYour eyes are haunting me\n\n[Chorus 1]\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love, your love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 [Post-Chorus]\nWhy can't you see it\nWhy can't you feel\nIn and out of love each time\nWhy can't you feel it\nWhy can't you see it\nIn and out of love\nI keep keep running\nI keep keep falling\nDon't let it fade away\nYou keep keep running\nI keep keep falling\n\n[Outro]\nOoh...\nAway, away, away\nAway, don't let it fade away8 ",1 -7712,Ed_Harcourt___Something_In_My_Eye,calm,"""Something in My Eye Spider has eight legs you know\nSpins its web the patterns flow\n\nThere's something in my eye\nBloodshot in disguise\nGod knows I really tried\nMaking the big time\nAiming to climb high\n\nScattered seeds can't fight the cold\nCircus horse just wants to hold\nThere's something in my eye\nBloodshot in disguise\nGod knows I'm really tired\nLet's make the big time\nAiming to climb high\n\nLet's make the big time\nAiming to climb high\nAiming to climb high\n\nSpider has eight legs you know",2 -612,Alabama_3___Lord_Have_Mercy,sad,"""Lord Have Mercy Lord have mercy\nMercy\nMercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\n\nThere's a picture in the paper that she prayed she'd never see\nNewsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC\nTeardrops on her black dress\nShe's reachin' for the Rosary beads\nRemembers when that boy was ten\nAn'sang nobody knows the trouble I've seen\nLamella cannot help her\nNobody gonna put her through\nShe struggled with strife to give the boy the life that\nDaddy always tried to lose\nShe pours herself another burbon\nListens to the morning rain\nWith a hopeful hand full of vicodin\nShe washes away the pain, yeah\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he's done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\n\nThere's a letter in the wallet\nThe kind the coroner returns\nFaded manilla envelope\nThe F.B.I. forgot to burn\nTucker stole the cars\nIn all night bars\nAnd the can he stole in Reno\nAn incident gettin' outta hand\nShootin' some pimp over heroin\nThere's a photograph from a motor back\nAnd a picture of a mobile home\nStill a penny don't drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page\nAn' now she's frozen\n'cause the postmark say in Tuscon\nDate december of seventy-three\nDaddy just been busted\nShe got the baby on her knee, yeah\n\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he's done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nMercy\n Somebody help me now, yeah\n\nHelp me now\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he's done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\n\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he's done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\n\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy-ey\n\nBrother injured\nDeath's in his soul\nNo one is guilty or innocent in jail\nExcept for the grieving son\nAnd the grieving wife\nTold in the name of justice there goes this life\nWhere the bullet of the gun is set in it's deadly course\nFire with anger without no remorse\nI think of nothing except one thing\nBecause injustice of my mothers pain\nFor the cities flared\nAnd the sirens blared\nAnd all these was ignored so\nDeath grows more\nAnd want you to fall in the flames\nNothing is ever the same\nDoesn't matter your age\nStand against that rage\nFor the sist that lie\nAnother will die\nAnd the people that protest\nAgainst death and the rest ",1 -5139,Charlotte_Church___Show_A_Little_Faith,happy,"""Show A Little Faith Well I don't really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nNow it's temporary breakdown\nWhen there's nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n'Cause everything's gonna ok\n\nWell it should come as no surprise\nWhen you're dealing with the truth\nIt should be a state of mind\nOr another point of view\nSo if your confidence is shaken\nI can promise it won't break\nShow a little faith now\n'Cause everything's gonna ok\nWhen nothing's making sense\nAnd the questions never end\nYou gotta let it go\nEvery now and then\nI can't pretend\nBut in the end I say that I don't know\nAnd do you believe in miracles?\nI hear they happen every day\nAnd if you believe then\nWe can walk on water\n\nWell I don't really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nIt's temporary breakdown\nWhen there's nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n'Cause everything's gonna ok\n\nWhere you go\nWhat you find\nWill remain or pass us by\nSome will climb\nSome will fall\nSome will rise above it all\n Promises you make or break\nGone tomorrow, here today\nLet it pass\nLet it wait\nTurn around and walk away\n\nWhen nothing's making sense\nAnd the questions never end\nYou gotta let it go\nEvery now and then\nI can't pretend\nBut in the end I say that I don't know\nAnd do you believe in miracles?\nI hear they happen every day\nAnd if you believe then\nWe can walk on water\n\nWell I don't really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nNow it's temporary breakdown\nWhen there's nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n'Cause everything's gonna ok ",0 -737,Alice_In_Chains___Right_Turn,sad,"""Right Turn [Verse 1: Jerry Cantrell]\nInside, always trying to get back inside\nBut it's so hard to penetrate pig-thick skin\n\n[Verse 2: Chris Cornell]\nI'm 'bout as low as I can get\nI'd leave but I can't forget\nStill, I wonder why, it ain't right\nMmm, it ain't right, ooh, ain't right\nMmm, it ain't right, yeah\n[Verse 3: Layne Staley]\n'Bout as low as she can get\nShe'll leave me but she won't forget\nAnd she wonders why she ain't right\nShe ain't right, ain't right\nShe ain't right\n\n[Bridge: Mark Arm]\nNow we're as low as we can get\nCan't leave and can't forget\nWe ain't right, we ain't right, not right\nWe ain't right\n\n[Outro: All]\nWell, it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you It ain't right\nWhen you can see you were only high It ain't right\nIt's all up to you, so you gamble It ain't right\nFlat on your face and into the fire It ain't right\nWell, it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you It ain't right\nWhen you can see you were only high It ain't right\nIt's all up to you, so you gamble It ain't right\nFlat on your face and into the fire It ain't right 5 ",1 -8082,Elliott_Smith___First_Timer,sad,"""First Timer I'm a first timer, wishing I was someone else\nWhen I see you by yourself\nIn a corridor where you find yourself now blocked\nBy a door you locked\nYou won't do what the doctor ordered\nYou won't see someone else\nCome on back to me, my bright tomorrow\nYou say you feel hollow and you know it's cause you are\nWell at least so far\nI think of you with hesitation\nI think of you too hard\nCome on back to me\nBut don't make me sorry\n\nI'm a first timer, wishing I'd been someone else\nSeeing you by yourself\nSeeing you by yourself",1 -3217,Bitty_McLean___Dedicated_to_The_One_I_Love,happy,"""Dedicated to the One I Love While I'm far away from you my baby\nI know it's hard for you my baby\nBecause it's hard for me my baby\nAnd the darkest hour is just before dawn\n\nEach night before you go to bed my baby\nWhisper a little prayer for me my baby\nAnd tell all the stars above\nThis is dedicated to the one I love\n\nLove can never be exactly like we want it to be\nI could be satisfied knowing you love me\nand there's one thing I want you to do\nEspecially for me\nAnd it's something that everybody needs",0 -4271,Bright_Eyes___Four_Winds,sad,"'Four Winds Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe\nThere\'s people always dying, trying to keep \'em alive\nThere\'s bodies decomposing in containers tonight\nIn an abandoned building where\n\nA squatter\'s made a mural of a Mexican girl\nWith fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl\nShe\'s standing in the ashes at the end of the world\nFour winds blowing through her hair\n\nBut when great Satan\'s gone\nThe whore of Babylon\nShe just can\'t sustain\nThe pressure where it\'s placed\nShe caves\n\nThe Bible\'s blind, the Torah\'s deaf, the Qu\'ran is mute\nIf you burned them all together, you\'d get close to the truth still\nThey\'re poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons\nWhile shadows lengthen in the sun\nCast on a school of meditation built to soften the times\nAnd hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds\nIt\'s knocking over fences, crossing property lines\nFour winds, cry until it comes\n\nAnd it\'s the sum of man\nSlouching towards Bethlehem\nA heart just can\'t contain\nAll of that empty space\n\nIt breaks\nIt breaks\nIt breaks!\n\nWell, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet\nLike a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps\nAll the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead\nThey said, ""You\'d better look alive""\n And now it\'s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps\nIn the black hills, the badlands, the calloused east\nI buried my ballast, I made my peace\nHeard four winds leveling the pines\n\nBut when great Satan\'s gone\nThe whore of Babylon\nShe just can\'t remain\nWith all that outer space\n\nShe breaks\nShe breaks\nShe caves\nShe caves1Embed', 'default'",1 -2283,Azure_Ray___November,calm,"""November [Verse 1]\nSo I'm waiting for this test to end\nSo these lighter days can soon begin\nI'll be alone but maybe more carefree\nLike a kite that floats so effortlessly\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was afraid to be alone\nBut now I'm scared that's how I like to be\nAll these faces run the same\nHow can there be so many personalities?\n[Verse 3]\nSo many lifeless, empty hands\nSo many hearts in great demand\nAnd now my sorrow seems so far away\nUntil I'm taken by these bolts of pain\n\n[Verse 4]\nBut I turn them off, and tuck them away\nUntil those rainy days that make them stay\nAnd then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs\nAnd the words still ring, once here, now gone\n\n[Verse 5]\nAnd they echo through my head everyday\nAnd I don't think they'll ever go away\nJust like thinking of your childhood home\nBut we can't go back, we're on our own, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I'm about to give this one more shot\nAnd find it in myself, I'll find it in myself\n\n[Verse 6]\nSo we're speeding towards that time of year\nTo the day that marks that you're not here\nAnd I think I'll want to be alone\nSo please understand that I don't answer the phone\n [Verse 7]\nI'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls\nUntil I can see nothing at all\nOnly particles, some fast, some slow\nAll my eyes can see is all I know\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I'm about to give this one more shot\nAnd find it in myself, I'll find it in myself1 ",2 -8901,Fatboy_Slim___Weapon_Of_Choice,happy,"'Weapon of Choice [Intro: Samples from ""Word Play"" by The X-Ecutioners]\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\n–voke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\n–voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha\n–voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\n\n[Verse 1]\nListen to the sound of my voice\nYou can check it on out, it\'s the weapon of choice, yeah\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nIt\'s the new weapon, the weapon of choice, yeah\n\n[Hook]\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with\nSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 [Verse 2]\nWalk without rhythm\nIt won\'t attract the worm\nWalk without rhythm\nAnd it won\'t attract the worm\nWalk without rhythm\nAnd it won\'t attract the worm\nIf you walk without rhythm\nAh, you never learn, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\n\n[Hook]\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with\n[Verse 3]\nOrganically grown, through the hemisphere I roam\nTo make love to the angels of light\nYeah, and my girl\nI guess you just don\'t understand\nIt\'s gone beyond being a man\nAs I drift off into the night, I\'m in flight\nShe\'s a boy scout, no doubt\nBut I\'m gonna hold my cool, \'cause the music rules\nYeah, so move on, baby, check out\nHalfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah\nHalfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah\n\n[Hook]\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with\n\n[Outro]\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down3Embed', 'default'",0 -3761,Bob_Dylan___Man_Of_Constant_Sorrow,calm,"""Man of Constant Sorrow [Verse 1]\nI am a man of constant sorrow\nI've seen trouble all my days\nI'll say goodbye to Colorado\nWhere I was born and partly raised\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour mother says that I'm a stranger\nMy face you'll never see no more\nBut there's one promise darling\nI'll see you on God's golden shore\n[Verse 3]\nThrough this open world I'm a-bound to ramble\nThrough ice and snow, sleet and rain\nI'm a-bound to ride that morning railroad\nPerhaps I'll die on that train\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'm a-going back to Colorado\nThe place that I've started from\nIf I'd know-ed how bad you'd treat me\nHoney, I never would have come 2 ",2 -8173,Elysian_Fields___Passing_On_The_Stairs,sad,"""Passing On The Stairs In the hall lights flicker hum\nWith her buckles still undone\nShe hides beneath her blue trench coat\nGaze so soft, yet so remote\nIn that dusty uniform\nThe outline of her lovely form\nAnd more than once I've brushed her hand\nPassing on the stairs\n\nIn the hall lights flicker hum\nHis dark lashes always hung\nWith a look so weary and so wise\nWhen he passes he gently sighs\nIn his work-worn boots he leans\nAnd I wonder what it means\nWhatever does it mean\nPassing on the stairs\nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\n\nWho is she with that misty look\nEvery night a different book\nWith the scent of violets in her hair\nWho's this angel on my stairs\nA distant time comes back to me\nThe wild reeds, the salty sea\nMy father calling 'don't go far'\nI gathered sea glass in a jar\nAnd built a castle with a mote\nAs the wind blew sand into my hair\nIn the rustling of your over coat\nPassing on the stairs\n\nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\n\nAnd I wonder if she thinks of me\nIs it just a boyish fantasy\nSpeak dear lady won't you speak\nCan't you tell you make me meek\nSo in silence once more we pass\nAnother night I walk on glass\nAnd I dream that she thinks of me\nIn a passing on the stairs\n And I wonder if he thinks of me\nIf this could be our destiny\nOh haven't you a word for me\nIf only you'd misplace your key\nSo in silence once more we pass\nAnother night I walk on glass\nAnd how I dream he thinks of me\nAnd our passing on the stairs\n\nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\nUp the stairs every night\nUp he comes seven flights\n\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\nDown my stairs and out of sight ",1 -9161,Fishbone___Party_At_Ground_Zero,happy,"""Party At Ground Zero [Chorus]\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\n[Verse 1]\nPlease do not fear 'cause Fishbone is here to say say what?\nJust have a good time the stop sign is far away\nThe toilet has flushed and green lights are a ghost\nAnd drop drills will be extinct\nSpeedracer cloud has come\nThey not know what they've done\nSin has just won\nThe planet is a crumb\n[Bridge]\nJohnny, go get your gun\nFor the commies are in our hemisphere today\nIvan, go fly your MIG\nFor the Yankee imperialists have come to play\n\nJohnny goes to Sally's house to kiss her goodbye\nBut Daddy says to spend the night\nThey make love 'till the early morning light\nFor tomorrow Johnny goes to fight\n\nJohnny, Ivan, Ian\nEverybody come along\nFor our nations need new heroes\nTime to sing a new war song\n\n[Chorus]\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlease do not fear 'cause Fishbone is here to say say what?\nJust have a good time the stop sign is far away\nThe toilet has flushed and green lights are a ghost\nAnd drop drills will be extinct\nSpeedracer cloud has come\nThey not know what they've done\nSin has just won\nThe planet is a crumb\n [Chorus]\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\nWhackadoo, whackadoo, whack whack!\n\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\nThis is not a chawade!\n\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew\n\nThis is not a chawade!\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew ",0 -8761,FC_Kahuna___Machine_Says_Yes,happy,"""Machine Says Yes Think I'm here for all the wrong reasons\nCan't do it wrong, when you don't do a thing\nOnce in love, it's more like a habit\nGuess that's what I need to feel like me\n\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nThere's nothing else to do\n\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nThere's nothing else to do\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nThere's nothing else to do\n\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nThere's nothing else to do\n\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nI'm gonna stay with you\nLet's not try to talk this through",0 -3820,Bobby_Sherman___Little_Woman,happy,"""Little Woman Hey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou've got to come into my world and leave your world behind\nCome on now\nNa, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind\n\nWhen your with me I feel sunshine Even when I'm standing in the rain\nSomething happens that I can't explain When I hear your name\nBut you can't help it that\nYou're always chasing rainbows in your mind\nThere's so much I wanna say to you\nAnd there's so little time\nHey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou've got to come into my world\nAnd leave your world behind\nNa, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind\n\nWhat do you see, when your walking down a busy street and I'm not there\nIs my picture hanging in your mind\nWalking with you there\nThat's how it is in my world girl\nYou're with me all the time\nWhy don't you come into my world and leave your world behind\n\nHey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou've got to come into my world and leave your world behind\nAll right now.... Na, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind",0 -5904,Cowboy_Junkies___Walking_After_Midnight,calm,"'Walking After Midnight I was walking after midnight\nYeah, out in the moonlight\nThe way we used to do\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\n\nI stop to see a weeping willow\nCrying on his pillow\nMaybe he\'s a-crying for me\nAnd as the skys turn gloomy\nThe night winds whisper to me\nI\'m lonesome as I can be\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI walk for miles along the highway\nWell that\'s just my way\nOf saying ""I love you""\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI walk for miles along the highway\nSearching for you\n\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nYeah, out in the moonlight\nHoping you may be\nSomewhere a-walking after midnight\nSearching for me\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for youSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 Embed', 'default'",2 -294,Ace_Enders__A_Million_Different_People___Reaction,happy,"""Reaction So if I asked you to stay\nYou'd remind me that your mind's made up\nAnd you've had enough of us, of us\nAnd I'd say\n\nSo if I ask you to stay\nYou'll remind me that your mind's made up\nAnd you had enough of us, of us\nAnd I'd say\nOh I'd say, wait\nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I'm not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction\n\nSo if I say it's OK, and I walk out\nWould you let me go, would you follow me to the door\nOr just sit hoping for more?\n\nI know you wonder if it's worth the wait\nOr the time that it takes\nEvery breath that you lost\nEvery night spent awake\nEvery moment gets closer\nThe door's gonna close on you\nSo I say wait\n\nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I'm not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction\n\nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I'm not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction\n I hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I'm not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction ",0 -9317,Foo_Fighters___Stranger_Things_Have_Happened,sad,"""Stranger Things Have Happened [Verse 1]\nGoddamn this dusty room\nThis hazy afternoon\nI'm breathing in this silence like never before\nThis feeling that I get\nThis one last cigarette\nAs I lay awake and wait for you to come through that door\nOh, maybe, maybe, maybe I can share it with you\nI behave, I behave, I behave so I can share it with you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nI'm not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nSo stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I dream about somewhere\nA smoke will fill the air\nAs I lay awake and wait for you to walk out that door\nI can change, I can change, I can change\nBut who you want me to be?\nI'm the same, I'm the same, I'm the same\nOh do you want me to be?\n\n[Bridge]\nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nI'm not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh 13 ",1 -2790,Ben_Folds___Trusted,happy,"""Trusted [Verse 1]\nIt's funny I know\nBut I'm disappointed in you\nI thought you could read my mind\nBut I came home early\nAnd saw that a drawer'd been opened\nLooks like you've been reading my diary instead\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel to realize\nYou're all alone behind your eyes?\nIt seems to me if you can't trust\nYou can't be trusted\n[Verse 2]\nCaught in a dream\nPicking up astral signals\nSome of them psychic, you better watch what you think\nHappens to be that\nEverybody else's dreams are Freudian clues\nYou better watch what you dream\n\n[Chorus]\nYou wanna see the other side\nWhat's going on behind the eyes\nStill it seems if you can't trust\nYou can't be trusted\n\nDidn't you know, we're as close as we can be?\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe sun's coming up\nShe's pulled all the blankets over\nCurled in a ball\nLike she's hiding from me and\nThat's when I know\nShe's gonna be pissed when she wakes up\nFor terrible things I did to her in her dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nYou wanna see the other side\nWhat's going on behind the eyes\nStill it seems if you can't trust\nYou can't be trusted\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 Didn't you know, we're as close as we can be?\n\nHello ",0 -5578,Close_Lobsters___Mother_Of_God,happy,"'Mother of God Never\n\nRepeat those words!\n\nNever\n\nRepeat those words!\n\nI am the lonely man of lonely men\n\nI am the young man\nNow to embrace the plague of everyday\n\nNow to embrace the plague of everyday\n\nIt was never really like that\n\nIt was never really like that\n\nIt was never really like that\n\nNever really like that\n\nRight now, what I know is sin\n\nRight now, all what I know is sin\n\nAnd who spoke to me in blue flashes of lightning\n\nDynamic\n\nNever\n\nRepeat those words!\n\nMother of God! Embed', 'default'",0 -8608,Evan_Rachel_Wood___Hold_Me_Tight,happy,"""Hold Me Tight [LUCY]\nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nTell me I'm the only one\nAnd then I might\nNever be the lonely one so\nHold me tight tonight, tonight\nIt's you, you, you, you\n\n[MOLLY]\nHold me tight\nLet me go on loving you\nTonight, tonight\nMaking love to only you so\n[LUCY]\nHold me tight tonight, tonight, tonight\nIt's you\n\n[MOLLY]\nYou, you, you\n\n[LUCY]\nYou don't know\nWhat it means to hold you tight\n\n[MOLLY]\nBeing here alone tonight with you\n\n[LUCY]\nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nTell me I'm the only one\nAnd then I might\nNever be the lonely one so\nHold me tight tonight, tonight\n\n[MOLLY]\nIt's you, you, you, you\n\n[LUCY]\nYou don't know\nWhat it means to hold you tight\nBeing here alone tonight with you\nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nLet me go on loving you\nTonight, tonight\n [MOLLY]\nMaking love to only you, so\n\n[LUCY and MOLLY]\nHold me tight tonight, tonight\nIt's you, you, you, you ",0 -6245,DMX___School_Street,anger,"""School Street [Intro]\nGrrrrrrr.. uh, uh, uh, YEAH!\nUHH! Fourth motherfuckin time baby WHAT?\nOut the gate! uh-huh\nYou motherfuckers can't be serious you can't be serious\nYou thought I'd let you have this shit WHAT?\nYOU THOUGHT THIS RAP SHIT WAS YOURS? UH-UH! Uh-uh!\nYou motherfuckers done lost your mind Uh-huh\nFor real - get the fuck outta here with that bullshit\nI'm about to let y'all niggas know, how it's goin dizzy baby\nUhh, uhh, UHH, UHH, UH!\n[Verse]\nSchool Street, School Street, home of the brave\nSuckers actin' like they want it, ends up in the grave C'mon!\nI'm DMX but my, name ain't Dave uh\nStep to my title and I'll crash yo' wave\nBuilding #80 Uh-huh used to L-I-V-E Uh-huh\nCome through on the, late night tip and you could see me Uhh!\nCoolin with D-Nice and Box, my man WHAT?!\nM.R., my number one fan WHAT?!\nSmall Paul, Mike Lou, native New Yorkers\nChase a.k.a. Kenny, and Chuckie Walters UH!\nBlack Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren Woo!\nBlack Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron Woo!\nRob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink UH!\nJames Weldon with the, cuban link c'mon!\nLittle Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie uh-huh\nRemember Dre, the one that used to fuck wit Holly yeah!\nAbby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn\nBill Smith, Nick Bird, Scoop and Shawan UH!\nCan't forget Long, Paris, Tone and Donny WHAT?!\nAdman to Steve, Fat Reggie, and Ronnie\nBlack Lonnie, D-Mack, and Michael\n{*BLAM*} Ha ha! A.K.A. Psycho WHAT?!\nMe and Nick Styles used to get piles of cash c'mon!\nMy man Reg kept a jammy in the stash c'mon!\nAiyyo Flocko, Doug and Jerome uh-huh!\nIt won't be long before Ice comes home\nNate Karasha, Bin, Buck\nG's, Bashir, don't give a fuck! WHAT?!\nLittle Joe, kickin like Chuck Norris WHAT?!\nMost of all I can't forget my man Forrest WHAT?!\nFourteen K Alfie, Bubbles Bo UH!\nRalph ?, Smooth and Derenzo WHAT?!\nThe old school with Money Mark and Red Mack yeah!\nKool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack uh-huh!\nDavid Earl, Jeff Kato, and Dylan\nPeace to Mike Coleman WHAT?! heard the brother's chillin woo!\nLittle niggas, like Big Joe and Nutty\nEighty-eight Dave Dan, the Peanut gettin money\nTweety Bird, Big Monty and Docky UH!\nHis brother Chico Red Mask Brother Hockey UH!\nGots to give a shoutout, to the deceased aight?\nLittle Monty and Paso, rest in peace\nYo I remember all that, cause I was there\nSchool Street got shit sewn up all the way to the square WHAT?!\nNo one would dare even, stop to stare UH!\nCause they know we don't care and we don't play fair UH-HUH!\nYeah, School Street is schoolin WHAT?!\nFuck what you heard, nigga, School Street duelin WHAT?!\nWho you think you foolin you'll end up in yo' grave c'mon!\nFuckin with School Street, home of the brave woo!\nMotherfucker, now you know...\nWhere I'm from... where it's at....\nWHAT?! Motherfucker get the gat!\n{*rapid gun blasts*}\nBitch-ass nigga. Home of the brave! {*BLAM*} 20 ",3 -8534,Espers___Widows_Weed,sad,"""Widow’s Weed Seed, widow, seed\n'Neath bended reed\nBurning as one\nBeneath the sun\n\nFlee, widow, seed\nNot one would see\nFluidity\nBinds you to me",1 -580,AkronFamily___Love__Love__Love_Everyone,happy,"""Love, Love, Love Everyone Every precious human being's been a precious parent to you\nEvery precious human being's been a precious parent to you\n\nWhat can be done\nWhat can we do\nWhat can be done\nWhat can we do\n\nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone",0 -4434,Bruce_Springsteen___The_Promised_Land,anger,"""The Promised Land [Verse 1]\nOn a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert\nI pick up my money and head back into town\nDriving 'cross the Waynesboro county line\nI got the radio on and I'm just killing time\nWorking all day in my daddy's garage\nDriving all night chasing some mirage\nPretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge\n\n[Chorus]\nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could take one moment into my hands\nMister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land\n[Verse 2]\nI've done my best to live the right way\nI get up every morning and go to work each day\nBut your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold\nSometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode\nExplode and tear this whole town apart\nTake a knife and cut this pain from my heart\nFind somebody itching for something to start\n\n[Chorus]\nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could reach one moment into my hands\nMister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land\n\n[Guitar, Saxophone, and Harmonica Solos]\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell there's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor\nI packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm\nGonna be a twister to blow everything down\nThat ain't got the faith to stand its ground\nBlow away the dreams that tear you apart\nBlow away the dreams that break your heart\nBlow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 [Chorus]\nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could take one moment into my hands\nMister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land4 ",3 -2439,Band_Of_Horses___Infinite_Arms,sad,"""Infinite Arms [Verse 1]\nI had a dream, I had a dream\nThat I was your neighbor, about to give birth and then\nEverything was really hurtin'\nAnd I was so lonely I didn't see it's like\nLiving in a movie, twistin' the plot\nMy friends and family, little things I got, I got\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nI love the morning, I like to listen\nTo 4 AM birdies begging to feed, now there's\nSomething here before me, a figure I think\nIsn't there a warning or something to drink? My god, my god\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Verse 3]\nThese mended bones, the storms approach\nEver so slowly out on the sea, there's a\nAnimal below me, lack of control\nOthers came before me, others to come, to come\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\nWhen my thoughts drift to you 1 ",1 -784,Alicia_Keys___I_Need_You,happy,"""I Need You [Chorus]\nGet a little snare\nHey, uh, come on\nYeah, break it, break it down\nNo, no, no, no, no\nNo, no, no\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nNo, no, no, no, no\nI'm tellin' you\nNo, no, no, no\n[Verse 1]\nThe sand loves when the waves come\nThe sky can't wait for the light of the sun\n\n[Refrain]\nSo how could you\nLook me in my eye and not see what\nWhat I feel inside\nTell me, how could you\nDoubt the fact that I\nI love you?\nI love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't you ever think like that\nDon't you ever, never do that\nThere will never be two things\nThat go together better than you and me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNorth needs South\nEast needs West\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\nUp needs down\nLife needs death\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\n [Chorus]\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nYou\nNo, no\nI need you, hey\n\n[Refrain]\nSo how could you\nLook me in my eye and not see what\nWhat I feel inside\nTell me, how could you\nDoubt the fact that I\nI love you?\nI love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't you ever think like that\nDon't you ever, never do that\nThere will never be two things\nThat go together better than you and me\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNorth needs South\nEast needs West\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\nUp needs down\nLife needs death\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\n\n[Chorus]\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nYou\nNo, no\nI need you, hey\nHey, hey, hey\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nSaid I need you, baby\nHey, hey, hey\nLike the desert needs the rain\nLike joy needs pain\nHey, hey, hey1 ",0 -238,Abba___So_Long,happy,"""So Long [Verse 1]\nYou think you're gonna make me softer with your fancy car\nAh-ha-ha\nBut I can tell you all your tricks ain't gonna get you far\nAh-ha-ha\nThey say that money's got a magic touch\nBut not to me, it doesn't mean that much\nYou won't have me tonight\nAlright, alright, alright, alright\n\n[Chorus]\nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can't buy me with your money\nTracey, Daisy, they may be crazy\nBut I'll never be your girl\nSo long, see you honey\nYou can't buy me with your money\nYou know it's not worth trying\nSo long, so long, so long\n[Verse 2]\nYou didn't have to send me flowers like you did today\nAh-ha-ha\nI wouldn't keep a thing from you, I gave them all away\nAh-ha-ha\nThe girls might fall for everything you've got\nBut I'm not one of them, you know I'm not\nYou won't have me tonight\nAlright, alright, alright, alright\n\n[Chorus]\nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can't buy me with your money\nTracey, Daisy, they may be crazy\nBut I'll never be your girl\nSo long, see you honey\nYou can't buy me with your money\nYou know it's not worth trying\nSo long, so long, so long\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can't buy me with your money\nYou know it's not worth crying\nSo long, so long, so long\nSo long, so long, so long\nSo long, so long, so long",0 -4672,Cake___Opera_Singer,happy,"'Opera Singer I am an opera singer\nI stand on painted tape\nIt tells me where I\'m going\nAnd where to throw my cape\n\nI call my co-stars ""brother""\nI call my co-stars ""knave""\nI play both good and evil parts\nI sing to Verdi\'s grave\n\nAnd every single morning\nBy 10 AM I\'m dressed\nMy rehearsals last for hours and hours\nWith diligence I have been blessed\nSome people, they call me monster\nSome people, they call me saint\nMy talent feeds my darker side\nYet no one will complain\n\nI am an opera singer\nI sing in foreign lands\nI\'ve sung for kings in Europe\nAnd emperors in Japan\n\nAnd after each performance\nPeople stand around and wait\nJust to tell me that they love my voice\nJust to tell me that I\'m great\n\nI am an opera singer\nI will sing when you\'re all dead\nI sing the mountains crumbling apart\nI sing what can\'t be said\n\nI am an opera singer\nI sing in foreign lands\nMost people seem to know my name\nOr at least know who I am Embed', 'default'",0 -7141,Dido___Thank_You,sad,"""TranslationsTürkçeThank You [Verse 1]\nMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why\nI got out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can't see at all\nAnd even if I could, it'd all be grey\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it's not so bad\nIt's not so bad\n\n[Verse 2]\nI drank too much last night, got bills to pay\nMy head just feels in pain\nI missed the bus and there'll be hell today\nI'm late for work again\nAnd even if I'm there, they'll all imply\nThat I might not last the day\nAnd then you call me\nAnd it's not so bad, it's not so bad\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life\n\n[Verse 3]\nPush the door, I'm home at last\nAnd I'm soaking through and through\nThen you handed me a towel\nAnd all I see is you\nAnd even if my house falls down now\nI wouldn't have a clue\nBecause you're near me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life 35 ",1 -7707,Ed_Harcourt___Wind_Through_The_Trees,sad,"""Wind Through the Trees Oh my deserted one\nYou must put down your father's gun\nWhen the sundial reaches midday\nShut your eyes and then look away\n\nSomething's wrong, they're all gone\nI will walk through the long, long grass and say your name\n\nShot through the chest and head\nShe killed everyone stone dead\nAnd the wind blew once more through the trees\nNow she's coming straight back to me\nLittle things, the insect's sting\nI will walk through the long, long grass and say you're\n\nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nRunning from the dark Look what you have done\nBut you can't run from me\n'Cause I'm the wind through the trees\nNo you can't hide from me\n\nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nBut you can't run from me\n'Cause I'm the wind through the trees\nNo you can't hide from me\n'Cause I'm the wind through the trees",1 -9573,Frida_Hyvönen___You_Never_Got_Me_Right,anger,"""You Never Got Me Right Like when you told me that my love was just aesthetic\nAnd I fell into the beauty of another\nAnd it was in the summer\nConfusion was a-bloom in every little corner\nOh don't you understand\nDon't you understand\nDon't you understand\nDon't you understand?\n\nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets?\nAnd then you said to me that I was cold and stern\nAnd said it like you meant I wasn't a woman\nAnd then you intellectualized my emotion\nAnd called me baby baby baby baby in a wrong way\nOh such a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste lack of taste!\n\nI never wanna see your pretty face again\nI don't think I'll be your lifelong friend\nI don't wanna carry any of your pain\nI'm never gonna talk to you and\nI'll never explain 'cause\nYou never get me right\nNever get me right\nNever get me right\nEven if you'd try\nYou'd never understand\nYou never get me right\nYou never listen tight\nYou never get me right\nOh",3 -3155,Billy_Joel___An_Innocent_Man,happy,"""An Innocent Man [Verse 1]\nSome people stay far away from the door\nIf there's a chance of it opening up\nThey hear a voice in the hall outside\nAnd hope that it just passes by\nSome people live with the fear of a touch\nAnd the anger of having been a fool\nThey will not listen to anyone\nSo nobody tells them a lie\n\n[Bridge]\nI know you're only protecting yourself\nI know you're thinking of somebody else\nSomeone who hurt you\n[Verse 2]\nBut I'm not above making up for the love\nYou've been denying you could ever feel\nI'm not above doing anything\nTo restore your faith if I can\nSome people see through the eyes of the old\nBefore they ever get a look at the young\nI'm only willing to hear you cry\nBecause I am an innocent man\n\n[Chorus]\nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am\n\n[Verse 3]\nSome people say they will never believe\nAnother promise they hear in the dark\nBecause they only remember too well\nThey heard somebody tell them before\nSome people sleep all alone every night\nInstead of taking a lover to bed\nSome people find that it's easier to hate\nThen to wait anymore\n\n[Bridge]\nI know you don't wanna hear what I say\nI know you're gonna keep turning away\nBut I've been there\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 [Verse 4]\nAnd if I can survive I can keep you alive\nI'm not above going through it again\nI'm not above being cool for a while\nIf you're cruel to me, I'll understand\nSome people run from a possible fight\nSome people figure they can never win\nAnd although this is a fight I can lose\nThe accused is an innocent man\n\n[Chorus]\nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am\nAn innocent man\n\n[Bridge]\nYou know you only hurt yourself out of spite\nI guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight\nThat's your decision\n\n[Verse 5]\nBut I'm not below anybody I know\nIf there's a chance of resurrecting a love\nI'm not above going back to the start\nTo find out where the heartache began\nSome people hope for a miracle cure\nSome people just accept the world as it is\nBut I'm not willing to lay down and die\nBecause I am an innocent man\n[Chorus]\nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am\nAn innocent man\n\n[Outro]\nOh ho ho ho3 ",0 -1917,Ashbury_Heights___Eternity_at_an_End,sad,"""Eternity At An End Overnight our world went flat\nCan't do this and can't do that\nLong live mediocrity\nGreater than the deep blue sea\n\nEternity is at an end\nWe have no more Gods to send\nNo one longer hears our prayers\nWe are left to our despair\n\nEternity is at an end\nThere are no more rules to bend\nWe have played our final card\nKilled the play in which we starred\nFreedom has been torn to shreds\nThree Cheers For The Newlydeads\nHonor doesn't mean a thing\nEmpty words of pleasant ring",1 -4548,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___Hand_Of_Blood,anger,"""Hand of Blood [Intro]\nOh!\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere goes my valentine again\nSoaked in red for what she said\nAnd now she's gone!\nOh my god have I done it again?!\nThere's a pulse and it's deafening!\nI can't help what I hear in my head!\nIt's the switch that I flick When it says\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHand of blood!\nI don't want to feel, my heart is breaking\nHand of blood!\nI don't want to see, my life is burning!\n\n[Chorus]\nI saw you look away\nIs what you've seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I've done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing?\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a stain on my hand and it's red!\nOh my god, am I losing it?\nI can't help what I've done or I've said\nIt's the button I push When it says\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHand of blood!\nI don't want to feel, my heart is breaking\nHand of blood!\nI don't want to see, my life is burning!\n [Chorus]\nI saw you look away\nIs what you've seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I've done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing?\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\nNo!\n\n[Chorus]\nI saw you look away\nIs what you've seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I've done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing?8 ",3 -2982,Beyond_Twilight___Perfect_Dark,sad,"""Perfect Dark [Music: Finn Zierler]\n[Words: Finn Zierler & Jorn Lande]\n\nI see beauty\nI feel love\nBut when I touch it\nI burn Deep is the sky\nWhite is the sea\nBut windows and doors have been closed\nFor so long And it's perfect dark\nIt's perfect dark here\nWhere the angels scream Give me a reason\nWhat's this all about?\nI am sorry I don't understand\nWe pray to our God as we dance with the Devil Hold the candle\nPass the flame\nWe're all in this together Cosmic winds are gathering\nComing your way\nTelling you - you are only a fragment\nA fragment of time And it's perfect dark\nIt's perfect dark here\nHear the angels screaming I can't go on carrying the pain Follow the philosopher\nIs he God or Lucifer?\nIt's written in the sky\nA prophecy for you and I Electrical insects\nWith nowhere to go Asking the question why\nReligion might just be a lie\nBeliever, take your fix\nCrawl up on your crucifix I've found the answer\nI have the key\nExperience reality\nAnd the world will see That it's perfect dark\nIt's perfect dark here\nIn the Devil's hall of fame Before me now\nI see a dying planet\nCaptured souls\nWith microchips implanted\nAnd it's perfect dark\nIn the Devil's hall of fame There must be a way\nI'm waiting - waiting for the day\nHellfire\nHellfire\nHigher\nHigher\nOnly blood remains\nThere is nothing more to gain",1 -2907,Beth_Nielsen_Chapman___Trying_To_Love_You,sad,"""Trying To Love You I blew out all my plans\nThe world fell in my hands\nThe day that I began\nTrying to love you\n\nThe secrets I have kept\nThe nights I haven't slept\nI've laughed until I've wept\nTrying to love you\n\nTrying to love you...No one's come as close or gone so far\nTrying to love you...I've lost and found myself in who you are\nTrying to love you...So easy and so hard, trying to love you\nI've watched myself get stuck\nSquandered all my luck\nBut I cannot give up\nTrying to love you\n\nTrying to love you...It broke my heart, it's chipped away my pride\nTrying to love you...Everytime I'd see that faultline slide\nTrying to love you...I've crossed the great divide trying to love you\n\nTrying to love you...I've screamed your name, I've slammed a thousand doors\nTrying to love you...I've worn a million miles across the floor\nTrying to love you...Still I could not ignore trying to love you\n\nIt's pulled the best from me\nFor all the world to see\nAnd I will always be\nTrying to love you",1 -91,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Package,sad,"""The Package [Verse 1]\nClever got me this far\nThen tricky got me in\nEye on what I'm after\nI don't need another friend\nSmile and drop the cliché\n'Til you think I'm listening\nTake just what I came for\nThen I'm out the door again\n\n[Verse 2]\nPeripheral on the package\nDon't care to settle in\nTime to feed the monster\nI don't need another friend\nComfort is a mystery\nCrawling out of my own skin\nJust give me what I came for\nThen I'm out the door again\n[Chorus]\nLie to get what I came for\nLie to get just what I need\nLie to get what I crave\nLie and smile to get what's mine\n\n[Verse 3]\nEye on what I'm after\nI don't need another friend\nNod and watch your lips move\nIf you need me to pretend\nBecause clever got me this far\nThen tricky got me in\nI'll take just what I came for\nThen I'm out the door again\n\n[Chorus]\nLie to get what I came for\nLie to get what I need now\nLie to get what I'm craving\nLie and smile and get what's mine\nGive this to me\n\n[Bridge]\n\n[Hook]\nMine, mine, mine\nTake what's mine\nMine, mine, mine\nTake what's mine\nexhaling\n [Chorus]\nLie to gain what I came for\nLie to gain what I need now\nLie to gain what I crave\nLie, just smile and get what's mine\n\n[Hook]\nGive this to me\nTake what's mine\nMine, mine, mine\nTake what's mine\n\nGive this to me\n\n[Outro]\nTake what's mine\nTake what's mine\nMine\nTake what's mine\nTake what's mine\nTake what's mine\nThis is mine\nMine\nMine4 ",1 -8642,Eve___Satisfaction,sad,"'Satisfaction [Verse 1]\nNow I\'mma do this thing like it ain\'t done before\nNever leave the game stranded, I had to give more\nI\'mma give you what you want, what you waitin\' for?\nMake the music that the people can\'t ignore\nA lot of niggas is bitches, a lot of bitches be trippin\'\nA lot of them be wishin\' that they was in my position\nA lot of niggas be cowards and most chicks be chickens\nFuck \'bout the CLUCK! CLUCK! Eve ain\'t trippin\'\nMost dudes is okay half of the rest ain\'t\nTalkin\' \'bout what they wanna do reality they can\'t\nAsk \'em what they life worth, watch \'em draw a blank\nI really ain\'t got no interest if it don\'t involve the bank\nMost of the time I\'m nice to \'em half the time I\'m not\nIt ain\'t nothin\' new though learned it from off the block\nPeople think I changed much \'cuz I\'m livin\' good\nNow they get my voicemail, hear them callin\' me rude?\nSometimes I feel bad most of the time I don\'t\n\'Cuz if I don\'t protect my shit other niggas won\'t\nSome want me to neglect my shit take it for a joke?!\nBut I\'m stayin\' on the grind never goin\' back to broke\n[Hook]\nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow I\'mma do this thing like it ain\'t done before\nNever leave the game stranded, I had to give more\nI\'mma give you what you want, what you waitin\' for?\nMake the music that the people can\'t ignore\nSee how we do this thing, dog, here we go again\nDre and Bombshell, don\'t you love how it blend?\nRadio stations, DJ\'s they spin\nTold y\'all determined to win\nYou tryna enter through the back door?\nAin\'t nothin\' happenin\', this whole shit is my shit, bitch, and I\'m the captain\nCan\'t beat me, join me, baby, then get to clappin\'\nBang it in ya whips to get ya neck snappin\'\nI know you hopin\' that I rest so you can breathe\nStressed when we in the same places \'till I leave\nWhisper to they friends, ""What they wanna do to me?""\nWish they could erase me, take away the air I breathe\nAnd I feed \'cuz that shit only give me hunger pains\nNever let you muhfuckas put out my flame\nReady for whatever, was trained to maintain\nAnd I always been a savage \'bout the fame\nSeparate the girls from the women and the winnin\'\nAlways knew the thrill was worth it from the beginnin\'\nBaby, what\'s the deal? I\'m hurtin\' \'em how I\'m livin\'\nI gotta conquer it all now the world\'s my wishin\'\n [Hook]\nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\n\n[Bridge]\nAin\'t nothin\' hotter than this heat y\'all, it\'s like a magnet\nI don\'t really mess wit too many \'cuz they be plastic\nThat\'s it enjoy it boy, it\'s like magic\nAnything less than a banger will not have it\nStill, I Ruff Ryde but I got my team\nAnd we ain\'t goin\' nowhere \'till we lock the game\nBut in the mean time, ball while we live the dream\nAnd now I need to hear y\'all sing\n\n[Hook]\nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction1Embed', 'default'",1 -2261,Ayria___Mercury,sad,"""Mercury The dull light lingers\nThe candle flickers\nBeside you in the red\nThe beat of nameless songs\nThe pulsing flame goes on\nI try to hear\nBut I am not there\n\nI saw you for the first time today\nWith nothing left in the way\nI've never felt this way before\nI fear I'll never feel this way again\nWhat do you need to feel from me\nTake what you want\nWhat do you see?\nOn the ocean and beyond\nAmidst the others\n\nI'm waiting impatient\nAn echoed existence\n\nThe dull light lingers\nThe candle flickers\nBeside you in the red\nThe beat of nameless songs\nThe pulsing flame goes on\nI try to hear\nBut I am not there\n\nThe faces unfamiliar\nI've never felt so close\nA flickered little moment that goes on\nThat leaves me so sore",1 -978,Alton_Ellis___All_My_Tears_Come_Rolling,happy,"""All My Tears Come Rolling Honey, I love a pretty little, a little girl like you\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you\nOoh, I need to be loved, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nAll the time I've got to say to you, my girl\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, o'er you\nO'er you\nI need to be hugged, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo, I love you\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, you, you\nInstrumental break\nI need, I need to be hugged, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, over you\nOver you\nNeed to be hugged, need to be squeezed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo-oooo\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, you\n____________________________________________________",0 -597,Alabama___Sad_Lookin_Moon,sad,"""Sad Lookin’ Moon I thought that you could fly\nI thought that you had wings\nI guess that I believed\nYou'd never say goodbye\nBut my world stopped turnin' 'round\nThe stars turned upside down\nIt knocked me to the ground on my knees\n\nNow there's a sad lookin' moon\nShinin' down on me\nThere's a sad lookin' sky\nAs far as I can see\nI always believed\nAnd I thought the stars could see\nBut there's a sad lookin' moon\nShinin' down on me\nI shared with you my dreams\nI gave you everything\nI opened up my heart\nAnd I gave you my ring\nWell I spent days and nights\nJust thinkin' about the time\nWhen you would be mine all my life\n\nNow there's a sad lookin' moon\nShinin' down on me\nThere's a sad lookin' sky\nAs far as I can see\nI always believed\nAnd I thought the stars could see\nBut there's a sad lookin' moon\nShinin' down on me\n\nThere's a sad lookin' moon\nA sad lookin' moon\nThere's a sad lookin' moon\nShinin' down on meSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",1 -1630,Aphex_Twin___Afx237_v7,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -3473,Blind_Pilot___Poor_Boy,calm,"""Poor Boy Poor boy\nWhy don't you try getting water?\nPoor boy\nWhy don't you try getting sleep?\nI think if one of us is going to suffer\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\n\nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nThe rhythm you know\nIs pulsing and drifting to the grave\nWhen you come to\nYou'll be asking yourself just one question\nWas I always this way?\nWas I always this way?\nThink back a year\nWhen everything stood at the surface\nBut bandage you cuts cause you don't know what swims underneath\n\nHold tight\nThe bondage of this life is slipping\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\nWhy shouldn't it be me?\n\nWhen I come back\nYou'll be the brightest star\nIn the black\nWhen there are days\nThat you want the call we're all waiting for\nThink back\n\nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nGo buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave\nYou went with the goal of movement\nNow one thing is different:\nYou don't want to change\nI don't want to change 2 ",2 -9115,Fiona_Apple___The_Child_Is_Gone,sad,"""TranslationsFrançaisThe Child Is Gone [Verse 1]\nDarling, give me your absence tonight\nTake the shade from the canvas and leave me the white\nLet me sink in the silence that echoes inside\nAnd don't bother leaving the light on\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause I suddenly feel like a different person\nFrom the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion\nAnd I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion\nA vacancy that just did not belong\n[Chorus]\nThe child is gone\n\n[Bridge]\nHoney, help me out of this mess\nI'm a stranger to myself\nBut don't reach for me, I'm too far away\nI don't wanna talk 'cause there's nothing left to say\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo my darling, give me your absence tonight\nTake all of your sympathy and leave it outside\n'Cause there's no kind of loving that can make this all right\nI'm trying to find a place I belong\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I suddenly feel like a different person\nFrom the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion\nAnd I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion\nAs the darkness turns into the dawn\n\n[Chorus]\nThe child is gone\nThe child is gone 6 ",1 -2880,Benjamin_Biolay___Little_Darlin,calm,"""Little Darlin’ Sans trop entrer dans les détails\nJ'ai attaqué le train postal\nSi je dérive, c'est en aval\nMon univers est carcéral\nMon amour, j'ai pêché\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMon amour, j'ai pêché\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMon amour, j'ai pêché\nMy little darlin'\nMy little darlin'\nMy little darlin'\nSans trop entrer dans les détails\nIl est grand temps que je m'en aille\nJe sens le feu dans mes entrailles\nCette injection qu'on dit létale\nMon amour, j'ai échoué\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMon amour, j'ai échoué\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nSans dévoiler trop de mystère\nJ'ai quitté cette vie de misère\nJ'ai ma devise, j'ai mon dicton, dicton\nLes gens c'est tous de sacrés cons\nMon amour, j'ai basculé de l'autre côté\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nMon amour, j'ai basculé de l'autre côté\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMon amour, j'ai échoué\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nMon amour, j'ai pêché\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMon amour, j'ai basculé de l'autre côté\nLittle darlin'\nLittle darlin'\nLittle darlin'\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine\nMy little darlin', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin', pal of mine",2 -611,Alabama_3___Woody_Guthrie,calm,"'Woody Guthrie Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin\' up another round\nWhile the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down\nPowder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail\nSome KKK white supremacist, cookin\' up a dose of race-hate\n\nI tell you now\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nSome baby in Afghanistan, cryin\' for his mama now\nWhile the BNP scare refugees senseless up in Oldham town\nHypocrites in Downing Street pourin\' petrol on the flame\nSatpal cries, asks Paddy ""Why do we always get the blame?""\n\nI tell you now\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nSing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour\n Some mother in Jakarta, lays down her weary head\nIn some free trade zone compound, where they work you till you\'re dead\nHunger stalks the corridors, famine and disease\nI seen the multinationals walkin\' hand in hand with globalising marketeers\n\nI tell you now\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\n\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\nSing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour\n\nYou better sing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour\n\nSafe harbour\nA safe harbourEmbed', 'default'",2 -7946,Electric_President___Safe_and_Sound,sad,"""Safe and Sound [Verse 1]\nYou took your hits where the bruise is on the soles of your feet\nWell, who's to say if they're deserved?\nBut you're turnin' reckless now\nI hear you sayin' through your teeth\nThat you'll take them down first\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut I saw you flinch when the doctors got their claws in you\nI saw your smile start to crack\nIt's not so funny when you're sunk\nAnd there ain't nothin' you can do\nAnd your options are all dead ends\n[Chorus]\nWhen there's no way out\nI'll let you build your home with me\n'Till the clocks run down\nWhen your lucks run out\nCall me and I will come and fix you\nGet your feet on the ground\nWhen there's no way out\nCall me and I will come and bury you\nAll safe and sound\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAnd all this time\nYou've been driftin' out with the tide, my friend\nBut you can have what's mine\nIf it helps you stay afloat\nIf I close my eyes\nI can't watch you drown anymore, my friend\nBut I'll tell you lies\nIf it helps you sleep at night\nAnd the more we fight\nThe more we don't get right, my friend\nAnd the more we fight\nThe more we don't get right\n\n[Bridge]\nI heard they broke you\nThat you gave in\nThat you dropped\nAnd the fight had left you\nBut don't you worry\nMakes no difference\nFrom the start\nYour options were all dead ends\n [Chorus]\nWhen there's no way out\nI'll let you build your home with me\n'Till the clocks run down\nWhen your lucks run out\nCall me and I will come and fix you\nGet your feet on the ground\nWhen there's no way out\nCall me and I will come and bury you\nAll safe and sound ",1 -8528,Eskimo_Joe___London_Bombs,sad,"""London Bombs [Verse 1]\nDrag me by my ankles\nTo the bottom of the ocean\nThere I'll stay forever\nUntil you come back from England\n\n[Hook]\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\n[Verse 2]\nI stay up forever\nAnd try to call your number\nBut you are lost forever\nIn the early days of winter\n\n[Hook]\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\n\n[Chorus]\nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nOh\n\n[Verse 3]\nI stay up forever\nAnd try to find the answer\nIn the Sun I wait for you\n\n[Hook]\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\n [Chorus]\nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nOh\n\n[Outro]\nThe London bombs\nOh\nThe London bombs\nOh ",1 -7875,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Dog,calm,"""Dog All the feelings you've got for me\n\nIt's like for a dog\n\nAll the feelings you've got for me\n\nIt's like for a dog\n\nI wanna feel it\n\nI wanna feel it for a dog\nI wanna feel it\n\nI wanna feel it for a dog\n\nI wanna feel it\n\nI wanna feel it for a dog\n\nI wanna feel it\n\nI wanna feel it for a dog",2 -8088,Elliott_Smith___I_Didnt_Understand,sad,"""I Didn’t Understand Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love\nThen ignore, put out, and put away\nAnd so you'd soon be leaving me\nAlone, like I'm supposed to be\nTonight, tomorrow, and everyday\n\nThere's nothing here that you'll miss\nI can guarantee you this:\nIs a cloud of smoke\nTrying to occupy space\nWhat a fucking joke\nWhat a fucking joke\nI waited for a bus to separate the both of us\nAnd take me off, far away from you\nCause my feelings never change a bit\nI always feel like shit\nI don't know why, I guess that I just do\n\nYou once talked to me about love\nAnd you painted pictures of\nA Never Never Land\nAnd I could've gone to that place\nBut I didn't understand\n\nI didn't understand\nI didn't understand 5 ",1 -9255,Florence__The_Machine___My_Boy_Builds_Coffins,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsMy Boy Builds Coffins [Verse 1]\nMy boy builds coffins with hammers and nails\nHe doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails\nHe doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs\nHe can't carve a whistle because he just doesn't care\n\nMy boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor\nKings and queens, they've all knocked on his door\nBeggars and liars, gypsies and thieves\nThey all come to him because he's so eager to please\n[Chorus]\nMy boy builds coffins, he makes them all day\nBut it's not just for work and it isn't for play\nHe's made one for himself\nOne for me too\nOne of these days he'll make one for you\nFor you, for you, for you\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy boy builds coffins for better or worse\nSome say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse\nHe fits them together in sunshine or rain\nEach one is unique, no two are the same\n\nMy boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame\nThat when each one's been made, he can't see it again\nHe crafts everyone with love and with care\nThen it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair\n\n[Chorus]\nMy boy builds coffins, he makes them all day\nBut it's not just for work and it isn't for play\nHe's made one for himself\nOne for me too\nAnd one of these days he'll make one for you\nFor you, for you, for youSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 14 ",1 -9105,Fiona_Apple___Fast_As_You_Can,happy,"""Fast as You Can [Verse 1]\nI let the beast in too soon\nI don't know how to live without my hand on his throat\nI fight him always and still\nOh darling, it's so sweet\nYou think you know how crazy\nHow crazy I am\nYou say you don't spook easy\nYou won't go\nBut I know\nAnd I pray that you will\n[Chorus]\nFast as you can, baby\nRun, free yourself of me\nFast as you can\n\n[Verse 2]\nI may be soft in your palm\nBut I'll soon grow hungry for a fight\nAnd I will not let you win\nMy pretty mouth will frame the phrases\nThat will disprove your faith in man\nSo if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart\nFrom under your skin\n\n[Chorus]\nFast as you can, baby\nScratch me out, free yourself\nFast as you can\nFast as you can, baby\nScratch me out, free yourself\nFast as you can\n[Bridge]\nSometimes my mind don't shake and shift\nBut most of the time, it does\nAnd I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift\nOr I'll drown in the wonders and the was\nAnd I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift\nAnd you give me some more of your drugs\nYeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift\nCause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys\nJust need a little because, because\n [Verse 3]\nI let the beast in and then\nI even tried forgiving him, but it's too soon\nSo I'll fight again, again, again, again, again\nAnd for a little while more\nI'll soar the uneven wind, complain and blame the sterile land\nBut if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear\nI'm blooming within\n\n[Chorus]\nFast as you can, baby, wait, watch me; I'll be out\nFast as I can, maybe late but at least about\nFast as you can, leave me, let this thing run its route\n\n[Outro]\nFast as you can\nFast as you can\nFast as you can\nFast as you can5 ",0 -6975,Devendra_Banhart___At_The_Hop,calm,"""At the Hop Put me in your suitcase\nLet me help you pack\n'Cause you're never coming back\nNo, you're never coming back\n\nCook me in your breakfast\nAnd put me on your plate\n'Cause you know I taste great\nYeah, you know I taste great\n\nAt the hop, it's greaseball heaven\nWith candy pants and Archie too\nPut me in your dry dream\nOr put me in your wet\nIf you haven't yet\nNo, if you haven't yet\n\nLight me with your candle\nAnd watch the flames grow high\nNo, it doesn't hurt to try\nIt doesn't hurt to try\n\nWell, I won't stop all of my pretending\nThat you'll come home\nYou'll be coming home someday soon\n\nPut me in your blue skies\nOr put me in your grey\nThere's gotta be some way\nThere's gotta be some way\n\nPut me in your tongue tie\nMake it hard to say\nThat you ain't gonna stay\nThat you ain't gonna stay\n\nWrap me in your marrow\nStuff me in your bones\nSing a mending moan\nA song to bring you home",2 -5170,Charlotte_Sometimes___Sweet_Valium_High,anger,"""Sweet Valium High You can have me dye my pale skin\nYou can beat me, I'll love you while I bruise\nYou can take me, drug my chapped lips\nYou can hurt me, I'll love you while I trip\n\nBut do you think of her - hands on my waist?\nAnd do you think of me when she screams your name?\n\nDon't want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much\nDon't want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love\nDo you want it?\nCause when you fuck me\nYou are loving me and I am owning you\nDo you hate me?\nWant to teach me that my place with you\nIs lying on my knees?\n\nBut do you think of her - hands on my waist?\nAnd do you think of me when she screams your name?\n\nDon't want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much\nDon't want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love\n\nWe can have a pretty house\nWe can have a pretty car\nWe can have pretty things\nI know that's what you are",3 -2533,Bauhaus___Who_Killed_Mr_Moonlight,sad,"""Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? Consider green lakes\nAnd the idiocy of clocks\nSomeone shot nostalgia in the back\nSomeone shot our innocence\nAnd all our colors have run\n\nA broken arrow in a bloody pool\nThe wound in the face\nOf midnight proposals\nSomeone shot nostalgia in the back\nSomeone shot our innocence\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\n\nAll our dreams have melted down\nWe are hiding in the bushes\nFrom dead men\nDoing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts\n\nAll our stories burnt\nOur films lost in the rushes\nWe can't paint any pictures\nAs the moon had all our brushes\n\nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight? 1 ",1 -8886,Farewell___Hey_Heather,happy,"""Hey Heather I can't take these fights anymore\nI've got too much at stake\nI swear I've spent too many nights on the floor\nI've set myself up to blow it\nI'm such an ass and I know it\nThis time I'm falling faster\nThan a Boeing with broken wings\nWith others to contrast her\nThey always leave me feeling\nCalloused, broken, alone\nHey Heather, I'm lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nSo that's it you're not coming back\nI locked the door\nBut just in case\nI think I left a spare under the mat\nI know it makes it tougher\nI can't help it I love her\nTry to avoid disaster\nWhen her reply meant everything\nPatience is hard to master\nMost when it leaves you feeling\nTired, exhausted, overblown\nHey Heather, I'm lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nCause when December comes\nI hope you'll see how you've been missing out\nThen call me up to confess\nThat it's me you think about\nHow 'bout you give me the day?\nI set off for a second\nI need you here with me\nHey Heather, I'm lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nHey Heather, I think I'm lost in your letters\nThis time I'm falling faster\nTogether, I know we'll find something better\nThis time I'm falling",0 -5588,Cloud_Cult___Car_Crash,sad,"""Car Crash In the middle of the car crash, you turned to me and said\n'You look so pretty, let's do it again'\nFor all the things I want to do\nFor all the things I want to do\nOh no, no, no...\n\nIn the middle of the car crash, you told me you love me\nWith a key chain wedding ring, 'whatcha say we get married?'\nThere's so much more I want to do\nThere's so much more I want to do\nOh no...\nAt 70 miles per hour we rolled up together\nLet's sleep in this ditch, tonight and forever\nYou're everything I could want to do\nThere's nothing more I could want to do\nThan to be with you",1 -8109,Elliott_Smith___Stupidity_Tries,sad,"""Stupidity Tries [Verse 1]\nGot a foot in the door\nGod knows what for\nAnd he'll cut me down to size\nStupidity tries\nEverything here is free\nEverything but you and me\nThis painting never dries\nStupidity tries\n\n[Chorus 1]\nSavannah shoulder raised a cheer\nColoring the sky with ash\nBecause they found some privateer\nTo sail across the sea of trash\n[Verse 2]\nThe enemy is within\nDon't confuse me with him\nThe truth is otherwise\nStupidity tries\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd so I go from floor to floor\nLooking for a port of call\nAnother drunk conquistador\nConquering the governor's ball\n\n[Verse 3]\nI couldn't think of a thing\nThat I hope tomorrow brings\nOh, what a surprise\nStupidity tries 2 ",1 -4079,Brand_New___Untitled,sad,"'Untitled I can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it Embed', 'default'",1 -6911,Desree___You_Gotta_Be,happy,"""You Gotta Be [Verse 1]\nListen as your day unfolds\nChallenge what the future holds\nTry and keep your head up to the sky\nLovers, they may cause you tears\nGo ahead, release your fears\nStand up and be counted\nDon't be 'shamed to cry\nYou gotta be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\n[Verse 2]\nHerald what your mother said\nRead the books your father read\nTry to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time\nSome may have more cash than you\nOthers take a different view\nMy, oh my, hey, hey\n\n[Chorus]\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\n\n[Bridge]\nTime asks no questions, it goes on without you\nLeaving you behind if you can't stand the pace\nThe world keeps on spinning\nCan't stop it if you try to\nThe best part is danger staring you in the face, whoa\n [Verse 3]\nRemember, listen as your day unfolds\nChallenge what the future holds\nTry and keep your head up to the sky\nLovers, they may cause you tears\nGo ahead, release your fears\nMy, oh my, hey, hey\n\n[Chorus]\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\n[Outro]\nGot to be bold\nGot to be bad\nGot to be wise\nDon't ever say\nGot to be hard\nNot too too hard\nAll I know is love will save the day\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nYeah\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger5 ",0 -8093,Elliott_Smith___Southern_Belle,sad,"""Southern Belle [Verse 1]\nKilling a southern belle is all you know how to do\nThat and give other people hell\nIt's what they expect from you, too\nBut I wouldn't have you how you are\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't want to walk around\nI don't even want to breathe\nI live in a southern town\nWhere all you can do is grit your teeth\nBut I wouldn't have you how you are\n[Bridge]\nHow come you're not ashamed of what you are?\nAnd sorry that you're the one she got?\n\n[Verse 3]\nAin't nobody looking now\nNobody, nothing's said\nNo one's about to shout\nNobody's seeing red\nBut I wouldn't have you how you are\n\nYou're killing a southern belle\nKilling a southern belle\nKilling a southern belle 1 ",1 -2614,Bebel_Gilberto___Jabuticaba,calm,"""Jabuticaba If I could name\nA fruit for you\nIt would be jabuticaba\nBlue, black and small\nOn the outside\nAnd soft and sweet within\n\nMy favourite memory\nWas under that tree\nThat's been there since\nI was three\nNow I would like to\nSing for you\nMy jabuticaba song\nIsn't she lovely\nLike purple rain\nWalking on sunshine with you\nover the rainbow\nQuiet nights, quiet stars\nIt's summertime\nQuiet nights, quiet stars and you\n\nIf I could name\nA tree for you\nIt would be\nJabuticaba\nUnder the shade\nOf the cool green leaves\nIt all comes back to me\n\nSo when that taste\nReminds you\nYou know just where\nTo find me\nAnd now I would like to sing for you\nMy jabuticaba song\nJabuticaba tree\nJabuticaba song",2 -4484,Bryan_Adams___Try_To_See_It_My_Way,sad,"""Try to See It My Way Ohh - Try to see it my way\nOhh - Try to see it my way\n\nWell, I know you'll cover up\nFrom all the things you did that tied you up\nOhh, Just wanna let you know\nThat I wanna keep you warm\nUntil the sun warms up the dawn\nSo baby move in a little closer\nThen you can think it over\nJust try to see it my way\nJust try to see it my way\n\nWell, you said you needed time\nFrom all the things that run around your mind\nHow can I let you know\nThat I wanna keep you warm\nUntil the sun warms up the dawn\nAnd baby move in a little closer\nThen you can think it over\n\nTry to see it my way\nTry to see it my way, if you can\nJust try to see it my way, oh my way\nJust try to see it my way\n\nOhh, just try to see it my way\nTry to see it my way\nWell baby, baby, baby\nJust try to see it my way, if you can\nJust try to see it my way, try to see it my waySee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",1 -7769,Edwin_Starr___HAPPY_Radio,happy,"""H.A.P.P.Y. Radio An automatic alarm\nTurns my radio on\nBefore my feet can hit the floor\nThe music's got me ready to go\nAnd all through the whole day\nI know my favourite records they'll play\nIt helps me chase all my blues away\nWhen I can hear that DJ say that this is station\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a Musical, natural high\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a Musical, natural high\nYou should hear them\nEveryday yeah\nWhile riding home in my car\nMy happy radio is never too far\nI just reach out my hand turn the dial\nAnd I know it will make me smile\nCause this station\nH.A.P.P.Y.\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a musical natural high\nOn Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan... by by by\nMusical natural high Yes it is\nOn station H.A. P.P. Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by by by\nMusical natural high\nYes it is\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nDon't you know that it's a musical\nNatural\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nSaid it's a musical natural\nH.A.P.P.Y\nJust by mistake\nOne day I turned on my dial\nFrom my radio came this is incredible sound\nThe music they were playing right next to me\nI start clapping my hands and stomping my feet\nCause they were H.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nIt's a musical natural\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nHey hey hey\nWooo\nYes it is\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nLet everybody sing\nI say it's H.A.P.P.Y\nWooo Weee\nDon't you know yeah\nWooo Weee\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by\nDon't you that it's a musical natural high\nWoo\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nCause it's a musical natural\nTO FADE",0 -5445,Chromeo___Woman_Friend,happy,"""Woman Friend [Pre-Chorus]\nGonna take my time\nGonna make you my woman friend\nGonna make you mine\nCause I don't want this love to end\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where I would be\nIf you're not right here with me\nAs my woman friend, you're my woman friend\nAs my woman friend, baby you're my woman friend\nRah!\n[Pre-Chorus\n\n[Chorus] x2",0 -6552,Dave_Gahan___Bitter_Apple,sad,"""Bitter Apple [Verse 1]\nDays long gone and lost hot nights\nNo crowded streets to walk tonight\nStill the stars shine so bright\nDon't need a coat, I'll be alright\n\nThen you walked into my life\nA halo bright with dark brown eyes\nJust standing in her light\nRemembered love again at night\n[Chorus 1]\nBitter apple, take a bite\nIt's kind of wonderful\nFallen star, you're mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nBitter apple, take my life\nIt's kind of wonderful\nIf I close my eyes, you're mine tonight\nTonight\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe laughed so hard it caused some pain\nTwo strangers standing in the rain\nWe smoked our cigarettes\nIt's kind of wonderful\nExchanging our regrets\nStrange but beautiful\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBitter apple, take a bite\nIt's kind of wonderful\nFallen star, you're mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nBitter apple, take my life\nIt's kind of wonderful\nIf I close my eyes, you're mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nTonight\n [Interlude]\n\n[Coda]\nIf I close my eyes, you're mine tonight\nTonight\nIf I close my eyes\nIf I close my eyes ",1 -8359,Enrique_Iglesias___Ring_My_Bells,calm,"""Ring My Bells [Chorus]\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\n\n[Verse 1]\nSometimes you love it, sometimes you don't\nSometimes you need it, then you don't, then you let go\nSometimes we rush it, sometimes we fall\nIt doesn't matter, baby, we can take it real slow\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause the way that we touch is something that we can't deny\nAnd the way that you move, oh, you make me feel alive\nCome on\n\n[Chorus]\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou try to hide it, I know you do\nWhen all you really want is me to come and get you\nYou move in closer, I feel you breathe I feel you breathe\nIt's like the world just disappears when you're around me, oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause the way that we touch is something that we can't deny\nOh yeah\nAnd the way that you move, oh, you make me feel alive\nCome on\n\n[Chorus]\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\n [Verse 3]\nI say you want, I say you need\nI can tell by your face you love the way it turns me on\nI say you want, I say you need\nI will do what it takes, I would never do you wrong\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause the way that we love, something that we can't fight\nOh, no\nI just can't get enough, oh, you make me feel alive\nSo come on, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\n\n[Outro]\nI say you want, I say you need\nI can tell by the way you're looking at me, I turn you on\nI say you want, I say you need\nif you got what it takes we don't have to wait, let's get it on\nGet it on, ooh!3 ",2 -7113,Dianne_Reeves___Too_Close_For_Comfort,calm,"'Too Close for Comfort Be firm, be fair, be sure, beware\nOn your guard, take care, while there\'s such temptation\n\nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say ""When""\n\nBe wise, be smart, behave, my heart\nDon\'t upset your cart when she\'s so close\nBe soft, be sweet, but be discreet\nDon\'t go off your feet, she\'s so close for comfort\nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say ""When""\n\nOne thing leads to another\nToo late to run for cover\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now\n\n[Instrumental]\n\nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say ""When""\n\nBe firm and be fair, be sure, beware\nOn your guard, take care, while there\'s such temptation\n\nOne thing leads to another\nToo late to run for cover\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now\n\nToo close, much too close\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now Embed', 'default'",2 -3143,Billy_Joel___Honesty,sad,"""Honesty [Verse 1]\nIf you search for tenderness\nIt isn't hard to find\nYou can have the love you need to live\nBut if you look for truthfulness\nYou might just as well be blind\nIt always seems to be so hard to give\n\n[Chorus]\nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you\n[Verse 2]\nI can always find someone\nTo say they sympathize\nIf I wear my heart out on my sleeve\nBut I don't want some pretty face\nTo tell me pretty lies\nAll I want is someone to believe\n\n[Chorus]\nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you\n\n[Bridge]\nI can find a lover\nI can find a friend\nI can have security\nUntil the bitter end\nAnyone can comfort me\nWith promises again\nI know, I know\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I'm deep inside of me\nDon't be too concerned\nI won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone\nBut when I want sincerity\nTell me, where else can I turn?\n'Cause you're the one that I depend upon\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 [Chorus]\nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you10 ",1 -880,Alkaline_Trio___Trucks_And_trains,sad,"""Trucks and Trains [Verse 1]\nThese days go by like trucks and trains\nSome hit so hard you barely feel a thing\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nLights out left now, these robots marching to the nearest liquor store\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something green that's leaving town\nAlways thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong\nWhere it goes, hell knows maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up is turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including you, including you\n[Verse 2]\nThese times count down like boats and planes\nSome wash away in undertow, some plummet down in flames\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nWith sirens on, this ambulance is racing to the west coast shore\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something blue that's leaving town\nWe always talked about black, we're considering brown\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up's turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the ocean, including you\n\n[Bridge]\nFeel the ocean blue engulfing you\nI view the deep blue sea\nIt's turning red right in front of me\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something gray that's leaving town\nAnd it's way beyond me how it gets off the ground\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking ups turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the pilots, including you",1 -6789,Dear_Reader___Great_White_Bear,sad,"""Great White Bear He climbed into the belly of the great white bear\nIt's very sticky and it smells a little fishy\nBut no one will look for him there\nHe took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear\n\nOh, what a day it's been\nOh, what a terrible state he's in x2\n\nHer eyes are wired, there's a hat over her thick black hair\nThey're racing through the snow\nTheir sweaty hands keep slipping\nBut they're almost there\nHer father's shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air\nOh, what a fix they're in\nOh, what a terrible sin\nOh, what a fix they're in\nOh, what a terrible sinister game\nThe hunter did play\nTo give them the hope\nThat they could get away\nWhen biding his time\nHe did wait down the line\nTo bring a disaster\nOn their youthful dreams of escape\n\nOh what a day it's been\nOh what a day it's been\n\nRun, there's a bullet in your back\nRun, run, there's a bullet in your back\nRun, run, run, there's a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back\nRun, run, run, there's a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back\nRun, run, run, there's a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn't take it back, I wouldn't take it back\nRun, run, run there's a bullet in your back\nAnd I want to take it back\n I want to, want to\nI want to, want you\nI want you, want you\nI want you, want you, want you, want you back ",1 -346,Adam_Green___Musical_Ladders,happy,"""Musical Ladders [Verse 1]\n\nMusical ladders\nLeaning on mountains\nBathed in white laughter\nUnder the sun\n\n[Verse 2]\n\nSomebody's birthday\nCame stumbling towards us\nWrapped in green gladness\nUnder the sun\n[Verse 3]\n\nWe're gonna make it\nThrough this war tonight\nSomeone hold this child\nUp to the light\n\n[Verse 4]\n\nProstitute fingers\nFumbling with matches\nTucked in red couches\nUnder green moons\n\n[Verse 5]\n\nMexican waitress\nGot caught in the crossfire\nOf militant families\nBursting with Jews\n\n[Verse 6]\n\nWe're gonna break it\nTo your folks tonight\nKind of hope your pops\nDon't hear me right, oh yeah",0 -3041,Bikini_Kill___Carnival,happy,"""Carnival [Intro]\nThis is a song about the seedy underbelly of the carnival\nThe part that only the kids know about\nThis is a song about 16 year old girls giving carnies head\nFor free rides and hits of pot\n\n[Bridge]\nI want to go\nI want to go\nI want to go\n[Verse 1]\nI want to go to the carnival\nBut I know it'll cost $16, now\nI want to go to the carnival\nBut I know it'll cost me $16, now\n\n[Chorus]\nRound, round, round\nRound, round, round\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI'll win that Motley Crue mirror\nIf it fucking kills me\n\n[Verse 2]\nGonna lose $20 while I'm there\nSee the girl with the feathered hair\nWearing plastic, not real leather\nBoots go way up to there, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nRound, round, round\nRound, round, round\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nIt's by the Lacey mall\nThat's where you'll find me, yeahSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 3 ",0 -1121,Amos_Lee___Sympathize,sad,"""Sympathize It ain't no jive\nI was burnin' alive\nWhenever you walked in the room\nIt happened so quickly\nI was feelin' so sickly\nLike a lover who lost his muse\n\nThe sharks in the tank\nThe man in the bank\nHe wants my money to loan\nI can't understand\nWhat the hell is his plan\nI ain't even got a home\nAin't got a home\nThe girl on the street\nWith holes in her feet\nLooks through eyes of a clown\nShe don't look at me\nJust feelin' kinda sad\nSo I just walk around\nI reassess\nShe's down on her luck\nShe's reading a book of lies\nI don't know when I'll be comin' home, baby\nBut I sure can sympathize\nCan sympathize\nCan sympathize\n\nAngels spread their wings\nOn all the dirty things\nYou do\n\nShe drops to the floor\nHer head's by the door\nHer bible is by her side\nHeaven is callin'\nThe new world is fallin'\nAnd she ain't got a single person left\nTo confide\nNo one to confide\nNo one to confide\nOh, to confide\nI sympathize\nCan sympathize",1 -3612,Blue_Foundation___Watch_You_Sleeping,calm,"""Watch You Sleeping I wanna watch you sleeping peaceful\nResting your heart and your soul\nWe should never awake without the other\nLying by our side\n\nI wanna learn from the calm with which you\nAim at your dreams and your goals\nAnd I'm sure your stories always will unfold\n\nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay\nI wanna carry you\nBut you won't get up\nIt's really killing me\nYou know it's killing me\n\nI wanna join you sleeping peaceful\nFeeling the sun in our room\nWhat a plenty of rays and beaming lights\nSurely it does me good\n\nAnd I wanna trust the pulse\nIn which decay is followed by bloom\nAnd I'm sure any flaw will turn out beautiful\n\nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay\n\nI wanna carry you\nBut you won't get up\nIt's really killing me\nYou know it's killing me\n\nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay\n I wanna carry you\nBut you won't get up Won't get up\nIt's really killing me\nYou know it's killing me... ",2 -7052,Diabolical_Masquerade___Dreadventurouz,sad,"'Dreadventurouz ""Come closer morsel, for I smell your terror and I hunger""\n\nRoaming path of sleeping dead reaching for untied\nJourney of the desperation let to reveal\nJoy with bleeding seared peachy with reason laid just back fault\nSomething it back to up something its forward\nDarkness hiding behind those of black path of clad\nDarkness standing in arches of hell fire ream\nMeddles creating an end pushed rhythm of the time\nMeddles spilling the blood of the burning awn\nSilent just to dark on in not re-passion mysterious chain\nHigher in the darkest clouds and turning to feeling of the dark you\'ve pray\nClaws in life, nothing seams the dark\nAgain sworn everything to come is creed\nWalking come possession of the reaching full up fear\nJourney of the desperation let to reveal\nTime elector of the man it twisted some of blood\nSomething it back to up something its forward\nPay my darkly apart to be the pip what\'s crawling out\nCoiling as the butterflies make you reborn\nMurder sucks a matter dreams secret seen in hallow fee\nReaching end and can\'t before to confute here I\'m fall\nFarewell to life weacn light darkening Embed', 'default'",1 -1910,Ash___Innocent_Smile,happy,"""Innocent Smile [Verse 1]\nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\n\n[Chorus]\nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around\n[Verse 2]\nVandalism's fun when there's nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn't you\nVandalism's fun when there's nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn't you\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky\n\n[Chorus]\nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around\n\n[Verse 3]\nThat's when I got the shiver that reawoke my mind\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nYou turned it all around, it only took a smile\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nHanging from the sky\n\n[Outro]\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile",0 -879,Alkaline_Trio___Ruin_It,sad,"""Ruin It I've waited a long time for this life\nJust to ruin it, so please don't ruin this for me\nYes, I understand this lie, hell, I crossed those T's\nI scratched out all these eyes myself last night\nWhen I promised not to fight\nSo this is what I'm looking like these days\nI'm all grown up, so full of hate\nBut I don't want to let go of my rage\n'Cause it's the salt that brings the taste\nSo where am I if you decide that I'm not right?\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around\n\nDid I stay inside to sterilize this knife?\nAm I being too careful, does this seem right?\nDid I open up the shades to expose the sun in rays?\nTo show what's burned there inside\nYeah, take a close look, hold me right up to the light\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around\n\nI've waited for so long\nI've waited for so long\nSpread me out, rake me in\nThis coarse and rocky field will camouflage my skin\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around",1 -7442,Doris_Day___Move_Over_Darling,happy,"""Move Over Darling Our lips shouldn't touch\nMove over darling\nI like it too much\nMove over darling\nThat gleam in your eyes is no big surprise anymore\n'Cause you fooled me before\n\nI'm all in a spin\nMove over darling\nAbout to give in\nMove over darling\nAnd though it's not right, I'm too weak to fight it somehow\n'Cause I want you right now\nThe way you sigh, has me waving my conscience bye-bye\nYou can call me a fickle thing\nBut I'm practically yours forever, because\n\nI yearn to be kissed\nMove over darling\nHow can I resist\nMove over darling\nYou captured my heart and now that I'm no longer free\nMake love to me\n\nThe way you sigh\nHas me waving my conscience goodbye\nYou can call me a fickle thing\nBut I'm practically yours forever, because\n\nI yearn to be kissed\nMove over darling\nHow can I resist\nMove over darling\nPlease give me your love, I'm longing for you\nI need all your love, honest I do\n\nYou captured my heart and now that I'm no longer free\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\n Make love to me\nMove over darling\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\nMove over darling\nMove over darling ",0 -3139,Billy_Joel___The_Downeaster_Alexa,sad,"'The Downeaster “Alexa” [Verse 1]\nWell I\'m on the downeaster ""Alexa""\nAnd I\'m cruising through Block Island Sound\nI have charted a course to the Vineyard\nBut tonight I am Nantucket bound\nWe took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday\nLeft this morning from the bell in Gardiner\'s Bay\nLike all the locals here I\'ve had to sell my home\nToo proud to leave, I work my fingers to the bone\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I could own my downeaster ""Alexa""\nAnd I go where the ocean is deep\nThere are giants out there in the canyons\nAnd a good captain can\'t fall asleep\nI got bills to pay and children who need clothes\nI know there\'s fish out there, but where God only knows\nThey say these waters aren\'t what they used to be\nBut I got people back on land who count on me\n[Verse 3]\nSo if you see my downeaster ""Alexa""\nAnd if you work with the rod and the reel\nTell my wife I am trolling Atlantis\nAnd I still have my hands on the wheel\n\n[Bridge]\nYay-o\nYay-o\nYay-o\nYay-yay-o\n\n[Verse 4]\nNow I drive my downeaster ""Alexa""\nMore and more miles from shore every year\nSince they told me I can\'t sell no stripers\nAnd there\'s no luck in swordfishing here\nI was a bayman like my father was before\nCan\'t make a living as a bayman anymore\nThere ain\'t much future for a man who works the sea\nBut there ain\'t no island left for islanders like me\n\n[Outro]\nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-oSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 11Embed', 'default'",1 -6663,David_Usher___Black_Black_Heart,calm,"""Black Black Heart Something ugly this way comes\nThrough my fingers sliding inside\nAll these blessings all these burns\nI'm godless underneath your cover\nSearch for pleasure search for pain\nIn this world now I am undying\nI unfurl my flag my nation helpless\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAs I begin to lose my grip\nOn these realities your sending\nTaste your mind and taste your sex\nI'm naked underneath your cover\nCovers lie and we will bend and borrow\nWith the coming sign\nThe tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds 1 ",2 -5522,Clann_Zu___One_Bedroom_Apartment,sad,"'One Bedroom Apartment Don\'t leave me\nI\'m bleeding\nAll over this linoleum floor\n\nI\'m still in disbelief\nI\'m drowning\nBetween the clear and blackening\n\nFrom morning until night\nI\'m losing sight\nOf all the beautiful things\nThere\'s nothing here for me\nWithout you\nRight here beside me, why\'d you go and go?\n\nWhy\'d you go and leave me here\nTo rot inside this empty place?\nI know that you are going far away\n\nFrom morning until night\nI\'m losing sight\nOf all the beautiful things\n\nA man sits naked in the middle of the room of a one bedroom apartment in New York City\nAnd no one knows he\'s there and no one\'s left to care whether or not the next drop comes out\nAnd the blood would be warm and the blood would hug him just like she used to\nBefore she left him in this fucking mess where only one sentence repeats itself and this is it:\nIt says, ""I will never love again, and I will never love again""\n\nAnd on the fifth day he placed everything he owned in the centre of the room and he watched it burn\nAs he recited all of the beautiful words that had ever come out of her mouth\nAnd these are the same words that mock him now and tell him that she\'s not coming back\nThat he is nothing, not worth a fuck, and only one sentence repeats itself:\nSays, ""I will never love again, and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again""\n\nAnd for the first time in 25 years he cried rivers of black shitty oil that careered down his chest\nAs the dam to his past broke, exploding, and it\'s sinking all of his future now\nAnd that was then and this is now as the animals reach their fever pitch\nAnd the windows implode in silence out of respect for the dying, out of respect for the dead\nSays, ""I will never love again and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again""\n And before he can say stop he\'s running down the street to the beat of his feet and past all the faces\nPast all the places he\'s ever known, past all the traces he\'s left of himself\nAnd into the sky and into the air, past all the stars as he\'s screaming out, ""Why?""\nOver the ocean in search of the only love that he will ever have\nSays, ""I will never love again, and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again""Embed', 'default'",1 -5279,China_Crisis___Wall_Of_God,happy,"""Wall of God Down on the seabed\nCrushed by the wave\nTwisted for money\nBorn I a slave\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don't you fall in\nFever in my hands\n\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have touched on greater meaning\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have given myself to learning\nThere was a freedom\nHard to define\nVain and outspoken\nLike no friend of mine\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don't you fall in\nFever in my hands\n\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have touched on greater meaning\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have given myself to learning\n\nSail on me sailor\nFrom London to Cairo\nDrugged up like fisherman\nAnd cast of our halo\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don't you fall in\nFever in my hands",0 -5292,Chris_Bell___Speed_Of_Sound,sad,"""Speed of Sound I remember the first time\nYou said you loved me\nI waited all weekend\nYou never called me\n\nSo you find him attractive\nSo what if he is\nYou'd like some excitement\nWe could go to St. Kitts\n\nSo it goes\nOn and on\nMy love grows\nAnd yours is gone\nA lonely existence\nWell it's just a lie\nIf there is a reason\nI'd like to know why\n\nSomething I want you to know\nI've told you this once before\nDon't want you to see him no more\n\nOnce again\nYou've let me down\nBroke my heart\nAnd turned me round\n\nThere's a light in the darkness\nIt doesn't seem far\nThere's something the matter\nThat's brought us ajar\n\nThe plane goes down\nWill not land\nPilot's dead\nNowhere to be found",1 -3944,Bossa_Nostra___Jackie,calm,"""Jackie Jackie has a thing\nEven if the thing is not so hot\nShe knows right now it's all she's got\nAnd she can make it swing\n\nJackie has a past\nEven if she's trying to forget\nBetween the stage lights and the sweat\nOh, she will blow the past away\n\n[Chorus]\nLa la la la la\nLife is just a lonely night of shivering\nLa la la la la\nLike a long lost child who's on his own again\nLa la la la la\nLife is just a bitter tone with sad refrain\nGotta find a way to bear the strain\nJackie sings her pain\nUmm um umm um\n\nPapa was so strong\nYes, he was a strong and charming man\nAnd Jackie did not understand\nWhy you could feel so wrong\n\nAt the paradise\nEven if the pay is not so great\nAnd Jackie has to work till late\nBy night she sings her pain away\n\n[Chorus]\n\nJackie works her batch\nEvery single song she sings is slow\nAnd when the crowd begins to go\nShe starts from scratch\n\n[Chorus]",2 -3368,Black_Sabbath___Killing_Yourself_To_Live,sad,"""Killing Yourself to Live [Verse 1]\nWell, people look and people stare\nWell, I don’t think that I even care\nYou work your life away and what do they give?\nYou're only killing yourself to live\n\n[Chorus]\nKilling yourself to live\nKilling yourself to live\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust take a look around you, what do you see?\nPain, suffering, and misery\nIt's not the way that the world was meant\nIt's a pity, you don't understand\n[Chorus]\nKilling yourself to live\nKilling yourself to live\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm telling you, believe in me, nobody else will tell you\nOpen your eyes and see the lies, oh yeah\nSmoke it, get high\nYou think that I'm crazy and, baby, I know that it's true\nBefore that you know it I think that you'll go crazy too\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nI don't know if I'm up or down\nWhether black is white or blue is brown\nThe colors of my life are all different somehow\nLittle boy blue's a big girl now\nSo you think it's me who's strange\nBut you've never had to make the change\nNever give your trust away\nYou'll end up paying till your dying day 5 ",1 -2730,Belle__Sebastian___The_Fox_In_The_Snow,sad,"""The Fox in the Snow [Verse 1]\nFox in the snow, where do you go\nTo find something you could eat?\nBecause the word out on the street is you are starving\nDon't let yourself grow hungry now, don't let yourself grow cold\nFox in the snow\n\n[Verse 2]\nGirl in the snow, where do you go\nTo find someone who will do?\nTo tell someone all the truth before it kills you\nAnd listen to your crazy laugh before you hang a right\nAnd disappear from sight\n[Chorus 1]\nWhat do they know anyway?\nYou'll read it in a book\nWhat do they know anyway?\nYou'll read it in a book tonight\n\n[Verse 3]\nBoy on the bike, what are you like\nAs you cycle round the town?\nYou're going up, you're going down, you're going nowhere\nIt's not as if they're paying you, it's not as if it's fun\nAt least not anymore\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWhen your legs are black and blue\nIt's time to take a break\nWhen your legs are black and blue\nTime to take a holiday\n\n[Verse 4]\nKid in the snow, way to go\nIt only happens once a year\nIt only happens once a lifetime, make the most of it\nSecond just to being born, second to dying too\nWhat else would you do?\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 [Outro]\nWhat else would you do?\nWhat else would you do?\nWhat else would you do?\nFox in the snow When your legs are black and blue\nFox in the snow It's not as if they're paying you\nFox in the snow When your legs are black and blue\nFox in the snow It's not as if they're paying you\nFox in the snow\nFox in the snow5 ",1 -2332,Backstreet_Boys___Never_Gone,happy,"""Never Gone [Verse 1: Brian]\nThe things we did, the things we said\nKeep coming back to me\nAnd make me smile again\nYou showed me how to face the truth\nEverything that's good in me I owe to you\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Howie]\nThough the distance that's between us\nNow may seem to be too far\nIt will never separate us\nDeep inside I know you are...\n[Chorus: Nick with All, Nick & Brian]\nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close, everyday\nEvery step along the way\nEven though for now\nWe've got to say goodbye\nI know you will be forever in my life\nIn my life, yeah Never gone\n\n[Verse 2: Brian]\nNo, no, no!\nI walk alone these empty streets\nThere is not a second you're not here with me\nThe love you gave, the grace you've shown\nWill always give me strength\nAnd be my cornerstone\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Nick & All]\nSomehow\nSomehow you found a way\nTo see the best I have in me\nAs long as time goes on\nI swear to you that you will be...\n\n[Chorus: AJ with All, AJ & Kevin, AJ, Kevin with All]\nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close always close\nEveryday everyday, yeah!\nEvery step along the way\nEven though for now\nWe've got to say goodbye\nI know you will be forever in my life\nIn my life, yeah!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Bridge: Brian, AJ & All]\nNever gone from me gone from me\nIf there's one thing I believe I believe\nI will see you somewhere down the road again\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ & Brian]\nNever gone, never gone! never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close always close, everyday everyday\nEvery step along the way way\nEven though for now\nWe've got to say goodbye yeah yeah\nI know you will be forever in my life in my life\nNever gone, never gone! never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close, everyday\nEvery step along the way\n\n[Outro: Brian]\nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are ",0 -9587,Frog_Eyes___Idle_Songs,anger,"'Idle Songs O the Roman ambassador\nWas torn apart-apart by plaster\nAnd reassembled after:\nThe 40 years of bombing:\nThey were wild and they were crying, in the picture\nWhere the smoke cleared\nTear your body from your beard\nAnd watch as the planes burn the boats from the isle\n\nA board is a board\nWhen the pulpit meets the sword\nAnd the poet has been bored\nHe\'s seen Fire and he\'s seen Pain\nAnd the tedium has stained\nO Vergil, get your rake out there\'s a pastor to be pulled\nAnd 60 miles west of Rome: ""I stopped some dreadful hoard.""\nAnd I, I will let my body go\nAnd when it goes and then it stinks\nThere will be beauty in its stink\nAnd the last rays of the fink\nWill suppose themselves to shine\nUpon the corpse of Stinking Gold\nThat has fallen into brine\nIdle song Embed', 'default'",3 -8640,Evanescence___Taking_Over_Me,sad,"""Taking Over Me [Verse 1]\nYou don't remember me but I remember you\nI lie awake and try so hard not to think of you\nBut who can decide what they dream?\nAnd dream I do\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in you\nI'll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou're taking over me\n[Verse 2]\nHave you forgotten all I know\nAnd all we had?\nYou saw me mourning my love for you\nAnd touched my hand\nI knew you loved me then\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in you\nI'll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou're taking over me\n\n[Verse 3]\nI look in the mirror and see your face\nIf I look deep enough\nSo many things inside that are just like you are taking over\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in you\nI'll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou're taking over me\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in you\nI'll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou're taking over me\n [Outro]\nTaking over me\nYou're taking over me\nTaking over me\nTaking over me12 ",1 -7900,Elbow___any_day_now,sad,"""Any Day Now What's got into me?\nCan't believe myself\nMust be someone else\nMust be someone else\nMust be\n\n[Chorus]\nAny day now\nHows about\nGetting out of this place\nAny ways\nWe got a lot of spare time\nSome of my youth\nAnd all of my senses on overdrive\nWhat's got into me?\nCan't believe myself\nMust be\n\n[Chorus]\n\nDon't play Coltrane\nYou will sleep at the wheel\nEyes on horizon\nDon't sleep at the wheel",1 -1522,Anthony_Hamilton___Dear_Life,sad,"""Dear Life Oh my baby\nOh my love\nOoh oh oh\n\nEarly was the morn\nFlowers filled with dew\nI became somebody through loving you\nSoftly as a child born in natural rain\nI predict the seasons to go unchanged\n\nSometimes in life\nYou run across a love unknown\nWithout a reason\nIt seems like you belong\nHold on, dear life\nDon't go off running from what's new\nI became somebody through loving you\nWarm was the sun that covered my body so\nReminded me of you as I'd first known\nThose were the days\nThe days that changed my life and made me new\nI became somebody through loving you\n\nSometimes in life\nYou run across a love unknown\nWithout a reason\nIt feels like you belong\nHold on, dear life\nDon't go off running from what's new\nI became somebody through loving you\n\nAs the sun shined down on me\nI know with you in love is where I wanna be\nOh sometimes, I go on through life\nThinking that love is something that's not meant for me\n\nWoah, somebody, somebody\n\nHold on, dear life\nDon't go off running from what's new\nI became somebody through loving you\nI became somebody through loving you\nOh, I became somebody through loving you\nWoah oh oohSee Anthony Hamilton LiveGet tickets as low as $89 2 ",1 -5928,Cradle_Of_Filth___Tortured_Soul_Asylum,sad,"""Tortured Soul Asylum Oh, sweet Midian\nI burn for thee at heart\nDon't despair me\nCome bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather\nTo where pleasure rings deep secrets\nIn spurts after dark\n\nUnder full moons waxing lyrically\nDeath's poetry floods the soul\nLike the freezing seed of a demon freed\nTo curse the stars with vertigo\nAnd in their dance, in trance I've prised wide\nSlick rifts twist obsidian thighs\nHymeneal gates to darker sides\nA glimpse of plinths where Midian lies\nMidian\n\nHaunted by this portent\nThis obsession in my mind\nWith a city sunk below\nTall cedar groves and graves sublime\nSporting their importance\nMarble wings spread to the skies\nA vale of dreams that it would seem\nThe daylights race to leave behind\n\nThese visions struck like a furious fuck\nNailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls\nFlashes of lust to dust\nSplashed across my psychic pall\nAs hybrid lovers reached their cusp\nWith final thrusts I saw it all\n\nForbidden Midian\nA long fabled Judecca\nA sanctuary for sin\nTo rival Heaven\nFree of Eden's tragic wreck\nSmall mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault\nGaunt, haunched edifices\nMidst lightfingered mists\nFrom whence more awful shadows\nDrew back rusted bolts\nAnd dared a threshold\nThe searing sun had knelt to kiss\n Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth\nThe Tribes of Christ will not forgive\nAnd shall not suffer their kind to live\n\nFor I, mesmerized, started not from tombs\nOr their waltz so sibilant\nThrough the gathering gloom\nBut from flumes of the moon in bloom\nBaring cach a face effaced\nAnd raped in the womb\n\nIn hidden Midian\nA vatican lying in state\nFor the sanctity of sin\nTo rival Heaven\nAbove Eden's birth defects\nSmall mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault\nCaught twisted whispers where fisted sisters\nHaunched, flaunted orifice\nMidst lighter fingered mists\nWhilst I watched without revolt\nCarnalities few beasts permit\n\nBetween the dog and wolf\nBared fangs met in intercourse\nA nightly rite of teeth and cunt\nFor those below who rose to hunt\nSaw sights that preyed on me for days\nAnd in laudenum's haze\nI painted them all\nThe slew of sith and kin\nI drew in blood, my veins in thrall\nTo Deathugees at peace within\nCrotesques and wolves in womens' skins\nThe raven winged and missing limbed\nSuicides and split thighed Seraphim\nAnd marble stairs\nStargazers dare\nAscend like prayer\n\nUnder fullmoons waxing lyrically\nDeath's poetry floods the soul\nLike the recking weed of a demon freed\nTo curse the star with vertigo\nAnd in their dance, in trance I prise wide\nSlick rifts twist obsidian thighs\nHymeneal gates to other sides\nA labyrinth wherein Midian hides\n\nMidian\n\nI know I've seen\nThrough the blackbacked mirrors in sanity\nLucent prides amassed in last retreat\nPurient souls but no more freaks\nThan those leashing dreams at harm's length from me\nAnd just like grim ascension prophecies\nMy revenge, carved deep, will be\nA grisly plot that reads\nLike my filthy white ward spattered with their screams\nWhen my Deviliverers come from fog for me\n\nPlease come for me\n\nExhuming the moon\nThrough the bars in my room\nThe sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through\nBut no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes\nNo Cenobites come to clame me from you\n\nNo! No! No!\nDon't leave here in this storm weathered cell\nNo! No! No!\nWith prophets and losses\nAnd dead men from crosses\nMy fate is a preview of derelict Hell\n\nMidian1 ",1 -1719,Arcade_Fire___Wake_Up,sad,"""Wake Up [Verse 1]\nSomething filled up\nMy heart with nothing\nSomeone told me not to cry\nBut now that I'm older\nMy heart's colder\nAnd I can see that it's a lie\n\n[Verse 2]\nChildren, wake up\nHold your mistake up\nBefore they turn the summer into dust\nIf the children don't grow up\nOur bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up\nWe're just a million little gods causing rain storms\nTurning every good thing to rust\nI guess we'll just have to adjust\n\n[Outro]\nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am going to be\nWhen the reaper he reaches and touches my hand\n\nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am going\nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am go-going\n\nYou better look out below!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 35 ",1 -8526,Escape_The_Fate___My_Apocalypse,sad,"""My Apocalypse [Verse 1]\nThere's a place that I've found\nAs far as I can see\nThis place lies within\nThe depths of my dreams\nIn a garden surrounded\nBy fire and trees\nThrough the smoke a silhouette I can barely see\nThere's a man with an axe\nStanding in the rain\nLooked me straight in my eye\nThis is what he had to say\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNever fall asleep\nYou won't wake up\nDestroy the guillotine\nBefore he does\n\n[Chorus]\nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nThe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows The ways of burning down this house\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nEnd transmission\nThe satellites are down\nI need an earthquake\nTo shake this pity\nOff the ground\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust don't trust these liars at the door\nYou have to find a better way\nKill the ones that have these answers for\nThe questions I will never say\nNever fall asleep\nYou won't wake up\nDestroy the guillotine\nBefore he does\n [Chorus]\nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nthe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows\nThe ways of burning down this house\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nEnd transmission\nThe satellites are down\nI need an earthquake\nTo shake this pity\nOff the ground\n\n[Bridge]\nAll the vibrant colors I see\nAnd the shades that fill the grey\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain\n[Chorus]\nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nthe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows\nThe ways of burning down this house8 ",1 -6401,Danzig___Godless,sad,"""Godless [Intro]\nGodless feeling in me\nNight after night\nGodless feeling in me\nBorn of their lives\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou gave me all of this and more, yeah that's for sure\nI can't believe in all your pain\nUnder the draining of a Christian deity's blood\nYou tell your chidren they're insane, yeah\n[Chorus]\nI couldn't love it anymore\nHad to listen to my heart\nCouldn't take it anymore\nSo you leave me godless\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust spread your tentacles of hate around my life\nI've taken more than you could ever give\nYou can't believe that someone challenges your right\nI'm gonna send you back your pain, hey\n\n[Chorus]\nI couldn't love it anymore\nHad to listen to my heart\nCouldn't take it anymore\nSo you leave me godless\n\n[Verse 3]\nI ask all who have gathered here to join me in this feast\nMay we always be strong in body, spirit and mind\nAnd all of those who would try to harm us\nLet them be cast aside 1 ",1 -995,Amanda_Marshall___Wishful_Thinking,sad,"""Wishful Thinking I will wait for you\nLike I promised I would do\nThough it brings me pain\nAnd you always knew\nWhat to say to lead me to\nBelieve it's not in vain\n\nI was safe and secure when you were with me\nBut it only could last till the day that she\nTook you back again\nCHORUS:\nAnd so I get by\nOn wishful thinking\nThat when you come home\nYou'll want to stay\nGive me your hand--\nKeep me from sinking\nAnother day\nOf wishful thinking\n\nSometimes it's lonely\nAnd faith don't come easy\nThe dreams begin to fade\nThen you reassure me\nHow good it's gonna be\nWhen you come back some day\n\nYou said you'd be back after you said goodbye\nI have to believe that it wasn't a lie\nAnd you'll be here again\n\nCHORUS\n\nI was safe and secure when you were with me\nBut it only could last till the day that she\nTook you back again\n CHORUS\n\nAnother day\nOf wishful thinking\nGive me your hand--and save me\nFrom sinking... ",1 -6364,Daniel_Lanois___Fire,sad,"""Fire My angel I promised her\nWe'd be dressed in a cloud\nStanding on pillars of fire\nSinging out loud\n\nShot from truth and love, not darkness\nWith the moon under your feet\nWhere birth goes on and rides terror\nMy shine will be complete\n\nWith your fire\nYour fire\nMy tremolo\nYou're my fire\nEvery so softly it grows\nWhen you don't wear your armour\nCrushing the burden\nAnd confusion soar\n\nTrembling high on every leaf\nRaining light down on your belief\nOh my angel, I’m burdened by the race\nI'll go down burning in your embrace\n\nOn fire\nFire\nMy tremolo\nYou're my fire\n\nDon't take away my shine\nMy shine is all I have\nMy heat, my love\nMy beauty and my glad\nIt worries me sometimes\nThat I want love\nAnd live a life of sad\n\nMy tremolo\nSweet baby\nMy fire\nMy desire\nFire",1 -7122,Diary_of_Dreams___Drop_dead,sad,"'Drop Dead Drop dead-permanently gorgeous\nIn the mood to lose control\n\nGo leave me as my best friend, but please\nStay out of sight\nI hunger for the next one-tonight\n\nAre you cleaned in your soul?\nOr is a victim the one who speaks the truth?\n\nWhat can you tell about a person with a gun?\nCome on, give up, give up!\nMy little servant is just like a tattoo\nYou cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go\n\nMaybe it may be, that you need shelter\nRun for help, run for miles and find no one to blame!\n\nI cannot see you\nI cannot feel you\nI cannot sense the distance to you at all Embed', 'default'",1 -9287,Fly_My_Pretties___Bag_Of_Money,calm,"""Bag Of Money Yeah\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour\nHa\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour, yeah\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour\nIt was your party and they were your friends\nI see you got a nice new car and a brand new pair of pants\nI'm sure its gone, yeah\nI'm sure its gone, oh no, yeah\nWhere could it be, oh\n\nHave you seen my bag of money\nI left it in the parlour\nIt was your party and they were your friends\nI see you got a nice new car and a brand new pair of pants\n\nOh\nUh oh eh-eh-eh-ay\n\nI'm sure its gone\nYeah\nI'm sure its gone oh no\nI'm sure its gone\nWhere could it be?",2 -7582,Duffy___Stepping_Stone,sad,"""Stepping Stone [Verse 1]\nI remember way back way back when\nI said I never wanna see your face again\n'Cause you were loving, yes, you were loving somebody else\nAnd I knew, oh yes, I knew I couldn't control myself\nAnd now they bring you back into my life again\nAnd so I put on a face just like your friends\nBut I think you know, oh yes, you know what's going on\n'Cause the feelings in me, oh yes, in me are burning strong\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI'm standing upright on my own\n[Verse 2]\nYou used to call me up from time to time\nAnd it would be so hard for me not to cross the line\nThe words of love lay on my lips just like a curse\nAnd I knew, oh yes, I knew they'd only make it worse\nAnd now you have the nerve to play along\nJust like the maestro beats in your song\nYou get your kicks, you get your kicks from playing me\nAnd the less you give, the more I want, so foolishly\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI'm standing upright on my own, own\nNo, I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI'm standing upright on my own\n\n[Outro]\nNever be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI'm standing upright on my own",1 -9374,Forest_Fire___Sunshine_City,happy,"""Sunshine City I have sunshine in my mind\nAnd I don't care if what you say is true\nIf you are to me and I am to you\nI have sunshine in my mind",0 -5236,Chiara_Civello___Caramel,happy,"""Caramel It won't do\nTo dream of caramel\nTo think of cinnamon\nAnd long for you\n\nIt won't do\nTo stir a deep desire\nTo fan a hidden fire\nThat can never burn true\n\nI know your name\nI know your skin\nI know the way\nThese things begin;\nBut I don't know\nHow I would live with myself\nWhat I'd forgive of myself\nIf you don't go\n\nSo goodbye\nSweet appetite\nNo single bite\nCould satisfy...\n\nI know your name\nI know your skin\nI know the way\nThese things begin;\n\nBut I don't know\nWhat I would give of myself\nHow I would live with myself\nIf you don't go\n\nIt won't do\nTo dream of caramel\nTo think of cinnamon\nAnd long\nFor you",0 -7579,Dubstar___Arc_Of_Fire,happy,"""Arc Of Fire We are the crime of ages\nWe are the dying babies\nSounding wars\nThe land is dead\nThe pact is over\n\nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire\nWe've seen too many changes\nWe've seen your silent faces\nLife is dead\nKnow our truth\nThe peace is ended\n\nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire\n\nTake your mothers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nBurn your lives\nJoin our arc of fire\n\nWe are strong\nThe world is ours\nYour lives are taken\n\nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire\n\nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nBurn your lives\nJoin our arc of fire\n Burn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nFire ",0 -9656,Funkadelic___Groovallegiance,happy,"""Groovallegiance [Intro]\n'Bout that time\nThey asked me where was I going you know\nI, said, well\nYou have to be reasonable\nSo you know\nI've never been away from home before\nAnd, uh, besides they gave me a good deal\nAnd I think that, uh\nFunkadelica is\nYou know, the nation\nThat, you know, I would like to, live under\nWhat in the world is this boy talking about?\n[Hook]\nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nUh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk\nOf da United Funk of Funkadelica\nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nI pledge groovallegiance to the flag\nOf funky, funky, Funkadelica, yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nUh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk\nWith the united funk we can fly!\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor if our cause was unjust\nWe couldn't bring this funk to you\nSo we feel that it's a must\nIt is something we should do\nYou know\n\nLet me take you by the hand\nAnd spread the funk across the land\nIt's not hard to understand\nHeadin' for the master plan\n\n[Hook]\nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nOh yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nOh Yea-Hoo\nDey do do da funk\nDo da funk-de e de dee\n [Verse 2]\nPardon me, but I can tell\nWe know each other very well\nTake my funk and let it grow\nAnd then we'll funk some more\n\nPlease come on, come all to the funk\nLet your feelings grow as one\nJoin this nation, you will see\nThat we can make you free\nDip-Dip de-diddy-de-dep-dee\n\n[Hook]\nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nOh yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nOh yeah\nDo dey, do dey funk?\nOh yeah\nDo dey funk?\nUn, hum\nDo dey funk?\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo if you just take the time\nYou'd see we need to draw the line\nWhen we do I'm sure you'll find\nThat we come to free your mind\nOh yeah\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\n\nDo you promise to funk, the whole funk and\nNothing but the funk\nGo forth and funk\n\n[Outro]\nI am sorry I have but one funk to give to my nation\nOne nation under a groove\nThink! it ain't illegal yet\n\nIn funk we trust\nDo you pledge grooveallegiance to the funk?\nOne nation under a groove\nIt ain't illegal yet\n\nI believe in the funk! ",0 -2849,Ben_Kweller___I_Need_You_Back,happy,"""I Need You Back Take me back when you think that it's good\nIt feels worse than they said it would\nYou're gone but not forever\nWhen I know that I'm never wanted\nI tuck away in my turtle shell\nI've standed on this hex forever\n\nI need ou back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear\n\nHey! I need you back\nLike a ghost in his darkest visit\nYou got my sould, now baby why is it\nGone gone gone? Take it from me\nYou are free if you can sleep at night\nYou really must be hard if you're feeling alright\nHey hey hey, we're way uptowwn, we gotta turn around\n\nI need you back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear\n\nHey! I need you back\n\nI need you back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear\n\nHey! I need you back\nI'm so lost without you",0 -3737,Boards_of_Canada___Telephasic_Workshop,calm,"'Telephasic Workshop [Chopped Vocals]\nTwist\nYou know, this is a very personal moment, I can assume\nThis is necessary\nActivate tradition\n\n[Chorus]\nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nBordering Canada\nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nBordering Canada Embed', 'default'",2 -8393,Entombed___Chief_Rebel_Angel,sad,"""Chief Rebel Angel [Verse 1]\nDown here on the ground\nSince it all began\nExperiment in moral and behavior\nIn spite of all imperfection\nI'm a fan of man\nThe worm is my rose too\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nMany my name\nBut one and the same\nChaos, being\nAnd the everlasting flame\n[Chorus]\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't get too cocky\nKeep yourself small\nDon't ever let them see you coming\nLook at me\nUnderestimated from day one\nYou never see me coming\nI'm a surprise\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSolid my game\nWe're one and the same\nThe chaos, the being\nAnd the everlasting flame!\n [Chorus]\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\n\n[Bridge]\nWatching, waiting\nHolding my breath\nBut I'm no puppeteer\nThe stage is set\nYou pull your own strings now\nLike butterfly wings\nOnce they're touched\nThey never leave the ground\nNo, I don't make things happen here!\n\n[Chorus]\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name! ",1 -5901,Cowboy_Junkies___I_Dont_Get_It,sad,"'I Don’t Get It Breaking away to the other side\nI wanna make sense of why we live and die\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it\n\nI ask my friends if they understand\nThey just laugh at me and watch another band\nThey don\'t worry, they don\'t worry\n\nLookin\' for a way to lose my load\nI wanna make it easy to walk this road\nI can\'t find it, yeah I can\'t find it\nYeah, I\'m looking for answers in so many places\nI open my mind\nI don\'t get it\n\nWalkin\' this earth and keepin\' my peace\nI do what I want but the price is steep\nIt don\'t seem right, it don\'t seem right\n\nMy mama she told me ""One step at a time\nAnd sooner or later you\'ll walk that line""\nI don\'t want to, I don\'t want to\n\nTakin\' my time to live and die\nI wanna find a way to do it right\nAnd I ease on, and I ease on\n\nThey say ""One thing always leads to another""\nI open my mind\nI don\'t get it\n\nBreaking away to the other side\nI wanna make sense of why we live and die\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it\nI don\'t get itSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 Embed', 'default'",1 -3392,Black_Tambourine___Black_Car,sad,"""Black Car In your black car\nAnd your front seat too\nTouch your hair and feel your knee\nTry to make a plan and try to\nTell you that I think you're me\n\nI watch you\nBut you don't see me\nI'll touch you\nBut it's in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won't you see\nI'll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm\nStill feel now the starter is dead too\nShed our clothes and take a swim\nClose my eyes and hold your hand down\nWeighing on a rescued limb\n\nI watch you\nBut you don't see me\nI'll touch you\nBut it's in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won't you see\nI'll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm\n\nWe're gonna see her in your black car\nTake the wheel and drive us far\nAll we have is you and me\nMy tambourine and your guitar\n\nI watch you\nBut you don't see me\nI'll touch you\nBut it's in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won't you see\nI'll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm",1 -4589,Busted___Crashed_The_Wedding,happy,"""Crashed the Wedding [Verse 1]\nI'm so rushed off my feet\nLooking for Gordon Street\nSo much I need to say\nI'm sorry that it's on her wedding day\n\n[Verse 2]\nCause she's so right for me\nHer daddy disagrees\nHe's always hated me\nBecause I never got a J-O-B\nCause she's mine\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm glad I crashed the wedding\nIt's better than regretting\nI could have been a loser kid\nWho ran away and hid\nBut it's the best thing that I ever did\nCause true love lasts forever\nAnd now we're back together\nAs if he never met her\nSo looking back\nI'm glad I crashed the wedding\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe neighbours spread the word\nAnd my mum cried when she heard\nI stole my girl away\nFrom everybody gathered there that day\nAnd just in time\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm glad I crashed the wedding\nIt's better than regretting\nI could have been a loser kid\nWho ran away and hid\nI said I'd do it and I did\nCause true love lasts forever\nAnd now we're back together\nAs if he never met her\nSo looking back\nI'm glad I crashed the wedding\n [Bridge]\nDon't wish her being\nMad at me for taking her away\nCause anyway she didn't wanna stay\nSo please believe me when I say\nShe's glad I crashed the wedding\nIt's better than regretting\nThe ring she got was lame\nShe couldn't take the pain\nShe didn't want a silly second name\n\n[Chorus]\nTrue love lasts forever\nAnd now we're back together\nHe might aswell forget her\nAnd walk away\nShe's glad I crashed the wedding\nWe're back together\nIt's better than regretting\nIt's better than regretting\nThe ring she got was lame\nShe couldn't take the pain\nShe didn't wanna silly second name\nNo, no no-no\nCause true love lasts forever\nTrue love lasts\nAnd now we're back together\n[Outro]\nHe might aswell forget her\nAnd walk away\nShe's glad I crashed the wedding1 ",0 -1052,Amerie___Take_Control,happy,"""Take Control [Intro]\nBop it\nBop it\nHey!\nWait a minute\nHey!\n\n[Verse 1]\nI said baby, I love the way that you hold me\nAnd you touch me li-like you know me\nSee I don't want nobody else, huh\nAnd I, I'm 'bout to offer all I can give him\n'Cause I'm a slave to his rhythm\nI said I just can't help myself\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause baby I love ya I love ya\nAnd I trust ya And I trust ya\nYou don't have to worry 'bout nothing Ooh\nOoh I'm alive right now, look at me\nAnd I want ya I want ya\nNo I need ya No I need ya\nAnd I'll do anything to please ya Ooh\nI just want you to take control of me Take control\n\n[Chorus]\nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now\nDon't stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control\n [Verse 2]\nI said baby, I gotta tell you how much I love it\nThe way you kiss my neck in public\nI try my best not to blush\nEven when, an argument comes around\nYou take the time to break it down\nAnd you're never ever in a rush\nNever never never ever, never ever\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I'm scared I'm scared\nAnd I'm nervous And I'm nervous\nTrying is always worth it Ooh\nOoh I'm alive right now, look at me\nAnd I want him I want him\nI need him And I need him\nI'll find him, I'll forgive him, I'll feed him Ooh\nI just want you to take control of me Take control\n\n[Chorus]\nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now\nDon't stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby\n[Post-Chorus]\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control\n\n[Bridge]\nNow if you feel what I feel, come and take control of me\nDon't you know how you feelin'? Just take control of me\n'Cause you got my soul on fire and I feel just fine\nYou got what I need, na na na na\nNa na na na, hey hey hey Hey hey hey!\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nTake control Woo!\n\n[Chorus]\nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now Show me how you want it\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby Oh\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now Come a little closer\nDon't stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby Oh, yeah yeah\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nTake control of me Take control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me Get closer to me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nWhy don't you come a little closer?\n\n[Outro]\nHey! Ooh!\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nHey hey hey ",0 -525,Aimee_Mann___Its_Not,sad,"""It’s Not [Verse 1]\nI keep going round and round on the same old circuit\nA wire travels underground to a vacant lot\nWhere something I can't see interrupts the current\nAnd shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot\nAnd from behind the screen it can look so perfect\nBut it's not\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stop light\nI keep waiting for a change but I don't know what\nSo red turns into green turning into yellow\nBut I'm just frozen here on the same old spot\nAnd all I have to do is to press the pedal\nBut I'm not\nNo I'm not\n[Bridge]\nPeople are tricky you can't afford to show\nAnything risky\nAnything they don't know\nThe moment you try\nWell kiss it goodbye\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator\nAnd let me fall into the dream of the astronaut\nWhere I get lost in space that goes on forever\nAnd you make all the rest just an afterthought\nAnd I believe it's you who could make it better\nThough it's not\nNo it's not\nNo it's notSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 2 ",1 -1693,Aqualung___Falling_Out_Of_Love,calm,"""Falling Out Of Love Verse 1\nI watch the sun\nSee it rise and fall\nWaiting for something to change\nI get through the day\nHope to turn things around\nSeems like\n\nChorus x4\nI'm falling out of love\nVerse 2\nFeeling alone\nWith you by my side\nFurther and further away\nFunny how long\nA moment can seem\nWhen you're trying to hold on\nFeels like\n\nChorus x4\nI'm falling out of love\nYeah I'm falling out of love\n\nRepeat x3\nI'm falling out of love\nFalling, I'm falling, I'm falling",2 -9652,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Your_Revolution_Is_A_Joke,sad,"""Your Revolution Is a Joke They stand to fight for nothing\nAnd show how stupid we've become\nAs fortune favors only\nThose who care too much to see\nIt will never be OK\nAs some will say\n\nWe stand to fight for nothing\nSo close your eyes and stay away\nDon't believe their headlines\nThey poison our minds everyday\nIt will never be the same\nWith purpose buried every day\nAnd lies that lead you to the grave\nAs some will say\n\nAnd it will never be OK\nAs some will say\nWith purpose buried every day\nAs some will say\nLies that lead you to the grave\nAs some will say\nYour revolution is a joke\nAs I will say 1 ",1 -2190,Avenged_Sevenfold___Radiant_Eclipse,anger,"""Radiant Eclipse [Verse 1]\nTwo nights ago I was shot\nA bullet sunk straight through my skull\nA friend pulled the trigger that silenced me\nNo pain as I awoke, but dead\nSeeing the face of the man\nThe time as he lays down his gun\nI knew this was going to take place\nWhite silence, so peaceful, so numb\n\nNo one knows the time they're changing\nNo one will see through\n[Verse 2]\nYou're all gone to me gone to me\nI've been pulled out to watch from my eternal sleep\nIntuition and a warning to believe I will believe\nSomething was wrong and though I felt I had to stay\nMoving on seemed to be somber bliss\nWithout one goodbye\nI watch my mother shed tears\n\n[Verse 3]\nNo, this gun has stopped time in its tracks\nHas altered the course of my fate\nDestiny is shattered and timeless\nClosed eyes feel the cold wind's embrace\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll watch you call, calling for me\nYou can't bring back time\nClose your eyes or look away\nFate exposed, won't let me stay\nHope will fall tonight with broken wings\nDescending entity in me\n\nMy voice has been taken from me\nThe more I listen, the more I have to say\n [Pre-Chorus]\nAnd taste the blood that she cries\nAnd taste the blood that she cries\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll watch you call, calling for me\nYou can't bring back time\nClose your eyes or look away\nFate exposed, won't let me stay\nHope will fall tonight with broken wings\nDescending entity in me2 ",3 -3429,Blackmores_Night___Home_again,happy,"""Home Again I've been many places\nI've travelled 'round the world\nAlways on the search for something new\nBut what does it matter\nWhen all the roads I've crossed\nAlways seem to lead back to you\n\nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nOh, it's good to be back home again\n\nWhen you play with fire\nSometimes you get burned\nIt happens when you take a chance or two\nBut time is never wasted\nWhen you've lived and learned\nAnd in time it all comes back to you\n\nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again\n\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nOh, it's good to be back home again\n La-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it's good to be back home again\n\nAnd when I got weary\nI'd sit a while and rest\nMemories invading my mind\nAll this things I'd treasured\nThe ones I'd loved the best\nWere the things that I'd left behind\n\nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again\n\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it's good to be back home again\n\nLa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nLa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it's good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it's good to be back home again\n\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it's good to be back home again1 ",0 -4826,Carbon_Leaf___What_About_Everything,happy,"""What About Everything? [Verse 1]\nHoliday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves\nThat didn't fall with the fall, and now they clatter in vain\nHoliday sky, midnight clear\nWind is high, hard to steer\nOld muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane\nIn search of some rest, in search of a break\nFrom a life of tests where something's always at stake\nWhere something's always so far\nWhat about my broken car?\nWhat about my life so far?\nWhat about my dream?\nWhat about\n[Chorus]\nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nI am not in need\n\n[Verse 2]\nGet away and come with me\nCome away with me and we'll see\nIf I was right on that night, that a future was made\nBefore time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clear\nIt's school, then work and then life that just sharpens the blade\nI think about time for fun\nI think about time for play\nThen I think about being done, with no resume\nWith no one left to blame\nWhat about fortune and fame?\nWhat about your love to obtain?\nWhat about the ring?\nWhat about\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nI am not in need\n [Bridge]\nHoliday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me\nThe hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain\nHoliday sky, midnight clear\nWind is high on this pier\nI find it hard to complain when compared with what about\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nWhat about\nWhat about aliens? What about you and me and\nWhat about gold beneath the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about when buildings fall?\nWhat about that midnight phone call\nThe one that wakes you from your peace?\nWell, I am not, I am not, I am not in need ",0 -8782,Failure___Another_Space_Song,sad,"""Another Space Song The solar panel's shining face\nIs smiling back on me\nTwisting off into the sun\nIt's okay to be lonely\n\nAll my missions float away\nI never trained too hard\nI'm so caught up in the tree of stars\nFalling in my backyard\nShe'll always be what I can't find\nShe'll always be where I break down\nShe'll always hide behind a star\nI'll always dream she can't be far\nI've got no Houston to whine down to\nI've got no protocol\nGravity's so far away\nWrapped on that shrinking ball\n\nI eclipsed my memories\nSleeping inside this pod\nPatient time will carry me\nOn her back without a sigh\n\nAnd I won't let her down\nMy soul is celestial-bound\nAnd if I'm never found\nShe'll always be...\n\nShe'll always be what I can't find\nShe'll always be where I break down\nShe'll always hide behind a star\nI'll always dream she can't be far\n\nShe'll always be what I can't find\nShe'll always be where I break down\nShe'll always hide behind a star\nI'll always dream she can't be far\n\nShe'll always be what I can't find\nShe'll always be where I break down\nShe'll always hide behind a star\nI'll always dream she can't be far\n She'll always be what I can't find\nShe'll always be where I break down\nShe'll always hide behind a star\nI'll always dream she can't be far...4 ",1 -1669,Apostle_Of_Hustle___Baby__Youre_in_Luck,calm,"""Baby, You’re In Luck Last night I got your letter\nIt weighed as much as a feather\nYour words fly off the screen\nSayin' shit that you don't mean\nTammy Twococks, not far from the shore\nWell I'll be all right if I can sleep on the floor\n\nBaby, you're in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you're in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you're in luck\nSentimental at best\nA young heart in its nest, sad song\nFrench queen on display\nHoping she don't go away - not now\nNow she's coming toward\nAnd now I feel like a sword in my side\nLast one at the club\n\nBaby, you're in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you're in luck\nNever fever enough\nIt could be the drugs\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you're in luck\nNever fever enough",2 -4367,Broadcast___You_And_Me_In_Time,calm,"""You and Me in Time [Chorus]\nYou and me in time\nYou and me in time\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe river flows down\nThe flower grows up\nThe snow makes no sound\nOn the mountain top\n\n[Chorus]\nYou and me in time\nYou and me in time\n[Verse 2]\nWe're saying goodbye\nWe're waving our hands\nThe waves and the tide\nMove the grains of sand\n\n[Chorus]\nYou and me in time",2 -2265,Az_Yet___Last_Night,happy,"""Last Night [Verse 1 - Marc & Shawn]\nLast night, you were so into it\nYou told me secrets that, you've never told a soul\nYou were so nervous and, yet oh so comfortable\nAs we explored your image of love\nI drank your wine, as you taste mine\nI kissed your lips, you felt my body slip\nInto your soul\nI almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you\n[Verse 2 - Kenny & Marc]\nLast night, there was no planning it\nIt was so special and, so very innocent\nWe talked of memories, our favorite fantasies\nAs we explored our visions of love\nDeep in the night, right by the fireside\nYou felt my candlelight, in your soul\nYou felt incredible, I started to explode\nI almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you\n\n[Bridge - Marc & Kenny]\nSunlight, red red roses\nThe scent of you, it calms the heart\nThe sight of you, I fall apart\nMoonlight, the things we notice\nWhen we're in love, that's when it comes\nAnd I'm so, I'm so in love\n [Chorus]\nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you\n\n[Chorus]\nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you\n\n[Chorus]\nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you1 ",0 -8618,Evanescence___Haunted,sad,"""Haunted [Verse 1]\nLong lost words whisper slowly to me\nStill can't find what keeps me here\nWhen all this time I've been so hollow inside\nI know you're still there\n\n[Chorus]\nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nFearing you, loving you\nI won't let you pull me down\n[Verse 2]\nHunting you, I can smell you alive\nYour heart pounding in my head\n\n[Refrain]\nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nSaving me, raping me, watching me\n\n[Chorus]\nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nFearing you, loving you\nI won't let you pull me down 9 ",1 -5914,Cowboy_Junkies___To_Love_Is_To_Bury,calm,"""To Love Is to Bury I buried him down by the river\n'cause that's where he liked to be\nAnd every night when the moon is high\nI go there and weep openly\n\nHe and I were married\nBy this river 'neath this willow tree\nAnd with God and friends witnessing it\nHe pledged his life to me\n\nTo me he was Earth\nAnd I rooted in his soil\nI to he was Sky vast and free\nOf the burdens from which he toiled\nThen one night a terrible fight\nWords spoken better left unsaid\nWith his wedding vows ringing in my ears\nHe gave his life to me\n\nThey say to love is to bury\nThose demons from which we all hide\nBut tonight by this river 'neath this willow tree\nBecoming one of Earth and SkySee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",2 -4157,Bread___If,happy,"""If [Verse 1]\nIf a picture paints a thousand words\nThen why can't I paint you?\nThe words will never show\nThe you I've come to know\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf a face could launch a thousand ships\nThen where am I to go?\nThere's no one home but you\nYou're all that's left me too\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd when my love for life is running dry\nYou come and pour yourself on me\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf a man could be two places at one time\nI'd be with you\nTomorrow and today\nBeside you all the way\n\n[Verse 4]\nIf the world should stop revolving\nSpinning slowly down to die\nI'd spend the end with you\nAnd when the world was through\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThen one by one the stars would all go out\nThen you and I, would simply fly away 8 ",0 -1686,Aqua___Around_The_World,happy,"""Around the World [Intro]\nI've been around the world - hey, hey\nI've been around the world - hey, hey\nIn the kitchen where I'm cooking what is good for me\nSpices from the globe\nLittle by little it's the finest meal\nIt's appetite for hope - come and see\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI'm realizing things ain't what they seem\nThat's the riddle of it\nThat's the spirit of it\nThat's the power of life\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI've been the only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn the living room I'm cleaning up from top to floor\nThe place I love the most\nThe wall is covered up with all my souvenirs\nI've got from coast to coast - come and see\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI'm realizing things ain't what they seem\nThat's the riddle of it\nThat's the spirit of it\nThat's the power of life\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI've been only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n [Bridge]\nI'm still coming around\nI keep chasing dreams\nGirl, I keep coming around - hey, hey\nI keep coming around\nAnd I can never stop\nGirl, I keep coming around\nCause if I do I'll walk\nAround around - hmm, around the world\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nHey, hey Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nRound the world1 ",0 -2537,Bauhaus___Saved,sad,"""Saved You're entering a pearl corridor\nEnding on your crimson spot\nI become unconscious, saved\n\nAnd just pursuing spirograph\nWith the zahra universes\nHung in middle space\nThat i promise to be you\n\nBut was no such thing\nI was saved, saved, saved\nOoh, ooh\n\nThe world does not lie\nThe place of paradise\nThe people, the people lie\nThe people lie\n\nOne with your body\nYou are walking peace\nWhat if things do not part\nWhat if things do not part\n\nPart, ooh, ooh\n\nSaved, saved\n\nYou're entering a pearl corridor\nLying on your crimson spot\nI become unconscious\nSaved, saved, saved, saved, saved....",1 -3929,Boo_Hewerdine___Sugar_On_The_Pill,sad,"""Sugar On The Pill I asked the walls where you are today\nThey have nothing new to say\nThe windwos sighed and turned away\nOops there goes another day\nIf you've got to go\nIf you've got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf I lived up on the moon\nI'd be free of the pull of you\nAnd if I never seen you're face\nI'd be happy lost in space\nIf you've got to go\nIf you've got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf you've got to go\nIf you've got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nTell me when it's over\nTell me when it's gone\nSo I can move on\nAnd the mirror girl gives her a grin\nShe doesn't know the trouble she's in\nThere's a truth she'll have to meet\nBut just this one time make it sweet\nIf you've got to go\nIf you've got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf you've got to go\nIf you've got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill",1 -11,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___Source_Tags__Codes,sad,"""Source Tags & Codes This city has lost a certain holds inside\nIt feels so worn being chained here to this life\nI've been around and seen one hundred scenes\nWhere those who dare to tread the wheel\nOne day find out what's behind that hill\n\nSpend half a life deciding what went wrong\nTrying to find out what took you so long\nUntil you feel it's all part of some crazy scheme\nIt conjures in your memories 'til\nYou discover what's behind that hill\nYou picked me up and we went for a drive\nInto the stained glass cavern of the night\nYou turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows\nTake me from this place I know\nThe ruined landscapes that I once called home\n\nI don't know what in this world is trying to save me\nBut I can feel its hand and it's guiding me in sign\nFrom lives I've tried to lead\nTo the one that I received\nEach painted sign along the road\nWill melt away in source tags and in code",1 -7576,Dubstar___Not_Once_Not_Ever,calm,"""Not Once, Not Ever Hello\nMy dear friend\nYour reputation quite true\nThese are thoughts I've held on\nAnd saved inside for you\n\n'Cause I remember\nCouldn't trust you once\nNot ever\n\nMaybe it's been two years\nIt could be three\nYou know it's hard to recall\nI was younger, I thought it was me\nMaybe you were someone else then too\n'Cause I remember\nCouldn't trust you once\nNot ever\nI remember\nCouldn't trust you once\nNot ever\n\nAnd it's the same old thing\nYou know I said this from the start\nThat living together is something you do\nAnd married is something you are\nNow...\n\nAnd even after all this\nI writing to you now\nTo be reminded of it all\nDarling, can you hear me\nDo you understand\nOur best decisions so often were unplanned\n\nI remember\nCouldn't trust you once\nNot ever\nI remember\nCouldn't trust you once\nNot ever\n Not ever\nNot ever\nNot ever ",2 -4392,Brook_Benton___Endlessly,happy,"""Endlessly Higher than the highest mountain\nAnd deeper than the deepest sea\nThat's how I will love you, oh, darling, endlessly\n\nSofter than the gentle breezes\nAnd stronger than the wild oak tree\nThat's how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly\n\nOh, my love, you are my heaven\nYou are my kingdom, you are my crown\nOh, my love, you're all that I prayed for\nYou were made for these arms to surround\nFaithful as a morning sunrise\nAnd sacred as a love can be\nThat's how I will love you, oh darling, endlessly\n\nDarling, endlessly\nDarling, endlessly\n\nFade\n\nAnd do not necessarily correspond with from other recordings, sheet\nMusic, songbooks or printed on album jackets",0 -2838,Ben_Harper_And_The_Blind_Boys_Of_Alabama___Church_On_Time,happy,"""Church On Time We're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nPut on your Sunday best\nI'll put on mine\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nNeed to hear the preacher\nGive me a sign\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nI'm gonna get my soul in line\nI'm gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna leave all of our troubles behind\nI'm gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nYou may be rich may not have a dime\nWe're gonna make it to the church on time\nWe're gonna make it\nOh - We're gonna make it\nOh - We're gonna make it to the church on time\nTrouble at heart - Oh - trouble in mind\nWe're gonna make it, Lord, to the church on time\nRevelation chapter eight\nRevelation chapter eight\nSeven angels at the gate\nYou don't want to make them wait\nOh - We're gonna make it\nOh - I'm gonna make it\nI'm gonna make it\nOh -I'm gonna make it to the church on time\nOh - To the church\nOh - To the church on time\nOn your Sunday best\nOn your Sunday best\nSunday best\nI'm gonna put on\nI'm gonna put on\nI'm gonna put on mine",0 -6441,Dario_Marianelli___With_My_Own_Eyes,anger,"'With My Own Eyes With my own eyes\nI saw a light shining so bright\nWith my own heart\nI had a feeling that made me cry\nWith my own ears\nI heard a message and it was true\nI tell it to you\nCause it was all\nAll about you Embed', 'default'",3 -2333,Backstreet_Boys___Show_Me_The_Meaning_Of_Being_Lonely,sad,"""Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely [Intro: All]\nShow me the meaning of being lonely\n\n[Verse 1: Brian & AJ]\nSo many words for the broken heart\nIt is hard to see in a crimson love\nSo hard to breathe\nWalk with me and maybe\nNights of light so soon become\nWild and free I could feel the sun\nYour every wish will be done\nThey tell me\n[Chorus: All]\nShow me the meaning of being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with\nTell me why I can't be there where you are?\nThere is something missing in my heart\n\n[Verse 2: Kevin & Nick]\nLife goes on as it never ends\nEyes of stone observe the trends\nThey never say forever gaze, if only\nGuilty roads to an endless love endless love\nThere is no control, are you with me now?\nYour every wish will be done\nThey tell me\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ & Brian]\nShow me the meaning of being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with tell me why\nTell me why I can't be there where you are?\nThere is something missing in my heart heart!\n[Bridge: Howie, All, AJ]\nThere is nowhere to run\nI have no place to go\nSurrender my heart, body, and soul\nHow can it be you are asking me\nTo feel the things you never show?\nShow-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Interlude: Brian]\nYou are missing in my heart\nTell me why can't I be there where you are?\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nShow me the meaning of being lonely being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with tell me why\nTell me why I can't be there where you are? where you are\nThere is something missing in my heart\nYou are missing from my heart\nShow me the meaning of being lonely being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with\nTell me why I cannot be there where you are? where you are\nThere is something missing in my heart16 ",1 -6056,Crystal_Castles___Vietnam,sad,"'TranslationsEspañolVietnam [Intro: Stina Nordenstam]\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Bridge: Stina Nordenstam]\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\n\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Outro: Stina Nordenstam]\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI 1Embed', 'default'",1 -2453,Barry_Manilow___Raindrops_Keep_Falling_On_My_Head,happy,"""Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head Raindrops keep falling on my head\nAnd just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed\nNothin' seems to fit\nThose raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling\n\nSo I just did me some talkin' to the sun\nAnd I said I didn't like the way he' got things done\nSleepin' on the job\nThose raindrops are falling on my, head they keep falling\n\nBut there's one thing I know\nThe blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me\nIt won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me\nRaindrops keep falling on my head\nBut that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red\nCrying's not for me\nCause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'\nBecause I'm free\nNothing's worrying meSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30",0 -5806,Cool_Calm_Pete___Cloudy,sad,"'Cloudy Cloudy, muggy, the day\'s all shitty as hell\nFighting fainting spells, the city\'s the rail\nQuarter delay at a quarter to six\nI\'m sorry lady done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks\nFucking around, and it sucks to be you\nBut I guess living a lie is a luxury too\nIt\'s probably plain to say that some strange days\nAnd any which way let a man convey it\nCommit to his terms no need for concern\nFrom his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn\nHand full of tricks, A fist full of motivation\nFlailing punches, swinging without hesitation\nSnooping around, ain\'t no buried treasure\nIt\'s just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures\nIt\'s the simple things that brick up a foundation\nLike a mound of patience gets you a pound of weight\nI\'m hating cause there ain\'t much love in my life\nIt\'s just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. What?\nHaven\'t you heard, it\'s a modern condition\nA band of glitches, and a mob of bitching\nA crowd of adversaries, the more the merrier\nI ain\'t going down without a fight till my burial\nYou broke the barrier, and fell off it\'s spokes\nNow it\'s tumbling down and it\'s waking the folks\nChorus\n\nGuess these ailments come along with the territory\nA better story, now you\'re telling me what\'s better for me\nMellow shorty, wanna chill with the kinfolk\nSmoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. haha\nBubble? of mischief, let\'s take you to the disco\nThere\'s talk of the demo, but still no disc, though\nProvoke panic, how strange they demand it\nIn a city of millions, how one can feel stranded\nHand to the heart, now one can feel the tempo\nOne empty bottle and one written-verse memento\nAll in all, still sorta like a good day\nOne Ice Cube for this growing pain tooth-ache\nBaked on a Monday, the missus is still snoring\nIgnoring the phony, imagination is soaring\nDesigning Women with a fat ass like Delta Burke\nWorking girls still find time just to make it work\nB-b-back to the drawing board\nScribbled her vaguely\nJot then a mock, frown, ""Why the long face, B?""\nNeglect is heard, I must have been stabbed or something\nBlood curdling, the wound is now settling\nIn stitches, the broken hand counts riches\nWas it his heart, maybe they broke his spirit\nOnly time will tell, they\'ve just began to hear it\nThe mic\'s torrid, you can\'t come near it Embed', 'default'",1 -1316,Angels_and_Airwaves___Love_Like_Rockets,happy,"""Love Like Rockets [Intro]\nDue to the marvels of scientific advance\nMy voice is coming to you from a satellite circling in outer space\nThrough this unique means, I convey to you and all of mankind\nAmerica's wish for Peace on Earth\n\n[Verse 1]\nI held my head as I left the ground\nThe belts grew tight as the blast grew loud\nA loving wish whispered in my ear\nPlease leave with grace, all the best my dear\nYeah it's like\nI held your hand as I pulled you in\nYour lips sealed tight ready to begin\nI kissed you first then you kissed my hair\nIf I ask you once will you ask me every year?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe sun is set in the night time sky\nThe stars they cast a glow upon my eyes\nThe earth itself a burning ball of light\nYeah it's like\nWhen our first love was ignited late that night\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\n\n[Chorus]\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound 1 ",0 -4361,Broadcast___Winter_Now,happy,"""Winter Now [Verse 1]\nSnow lies all around, there's no sense of doubt\nYou are the only one to keep me sane when all is wrong\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, my heart waits in winter now\n\n[Verse 2]\nDeep in every dream, though you're far from me\nThere in the deepest snow, I only wanted you to know\n[Chorus]\nOh, my heart waits in winter now\n\n[Verse 3]\nFalling quietly there reminding me, though it's just a dream\nYou're closer than you've ever been\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, my heart waits in winter now 4 ",0 -9660,Funker_Vogt___Gunman,sad,"""Gunman Now the race is on the run\nSo look out for your man\nTry to catch him in the woods\nAnd kill him if you can\n\nCome on play the game\nAnd catch the man\nThis is your aim\nSo do what you can\n\nNow the race is on the run\nSo look out for our girl\nTry to catch her in the woods\nAnd rape her if you can\nCome on play the game\nAnd catch the girl\nThat is your aim\nSo do what you can\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nNow the race is on the run\nI am looking out for you\nI'll catch you in the woods\nAnd kill you if we meet\n\nCome on play the game\nAnd fight for life\nThis is the game\nWhere I will survive\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n I see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n\nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late ",1 -7194,Dina_Carroll___This_Time,happy,"""This Time Lonely, you on my mind\nHow could I let you go\nAll that we've been through\nI still need you next to me\nI said so many things\nI did not mean to say\nAnd although we tried to talk\nThe words, they got in the way\nNow that I realise\nI need you with me\nI've got to find a way to make you see\nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt's time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me\n\nNow that I understand\nThrough all this loneliness\nI need no other man\nSo here I am, I'm still needing you\nAs you were leaving\nI knew I was to blame\nBut I'm not gonna beg you\nTo come back and stay\nSo make up your mind now\n'Cos it's all up to you\nYes, we owe it to ourselves to see this through\n\nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt's time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me\n\nNo one could hold me\nNo one could have told me\nThat I would be feeling this way\nThe day's getting longer\nThe feeling is stronger\nPut an end to this pain right away\n This time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt's time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me\n\nOh what I fool I must have been\nTo lose the love that you were giving me\n\nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt's time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me\n\nI'm still wanting you, needing you\nMissing you, feeling you in my dreams\nAre you still wanting me, needing me\nMissing me, feeling me in your dreams\n'Cos the day you come back to me\nThat's how it's gonna be, just you and me\nJust you and me\n\nThis time, it's gonna be, it's gonna be you and me\nThis time, I want it to be so complete\nThis time, this time it has to be together\nOh baby, it's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be...... ",0 -3065,Bill_Hayley_And_His_Comets___Rock_Around_The_Clock,happy,"""Rock Around the Clock [Intro]\nOne, Two, Three O'clock, Four O'clock rock\nFive, Six, Seven O'clock, Eight O'clock rock\nNine, Ten, Eleven O'clock, Twelve O'clock rock\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 1]\nPut your glad rags on and join me hon'\nWe'll have some fun when the clock strikes one\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the clock strikes two, three and four\nIf the band slows down we'll yell for more\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen the chimes ring five, six and seven\nWe'll be right in seventh heaven\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too\nI'll be goin' strong and so will you\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n [Verse 5]\nWhen the clock strikes twelve we'll cool off then\nStart rockin' around the clock again\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight4 ",0 -1655,Apollo_440___Stadium_Parking_Lot,happy,"""Stadium Parking Lot Gunna make enough noise to wake the dead\nIts going on in my head\nBack from the land that time forgot\nThere's a party in the stadium parking lot\n\nCome on!\n\nThere's a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere's a party going on\nBring it on\nCooking up the spotlight\nHave another pop\nTurning up the heat again\n\nGunna make enough noise to wake the dead\nIts going on in my head\nBack from the land that time forgot\nThere's a party in the stadium parking lot\n\nThere's a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere's a party going on\nBring it on\n\nCooking up the spotlight\nHave another pop\nTurning up the heat\nMash up the beat\nTurning up the heat again\n\nCome on!\n\nThere's a party in the stadium parking lot\n\nThere's a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere's a party going on\nBring it on\n There's a party in the stadium parking lot ",0 -2469,Barry_McGuire___Eve_Of_Destruction,sad,"""Eve of Destruction [Verse 1]\nThe Eastern world, it is explodin'\nViolence flarin', bullets loadin'\nYou're old enough to kill, but not for votin'\nYou don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?\nAnd even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'\n\n[Chorus]\nBut you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n[Verse 2]\nDon't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?\nAnd can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?\nIf the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away\nThere'll be no one to save with the world in a grave\nTake a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n[Verse 3]\nYeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'\nI'm sittin' here just contemplatin'\nI can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation\nHandful of senators don't pass legislation\nAnd marches alone can't bring integration\nWhen human respect is disintegratin'\nThis whole crazy world is just too frustratin'\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\n\n[Verse 4]\nThink of all the hate there is in Red China\nThen take a look around to Selma, Alabama\nAh, you may leave here, for four days in space\nBut when you return, it's the same old place\nThe poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace\nYou can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace\nHate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace\n [Chorus]\nAnd tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend\nYou don't believe we're on the eve of destruction\nNo, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction8 ",1 -9220,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___You_Dont_Have_To_Be_A_Prostitute,calm,"""You Don’t Have to Be a Prostitute Oooohooooh\nIt's a cold night, beneath the street light, there's a man whose pants are too tight\nOh no, his pants are too tight\nMy pants are too tight\nHe stands there, an empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home\nHe'll have to walk home tonight\nDon't have enough for the ride\nThe streets are cruel, he tries to act cool, he goes to work with only his one tool\nYou can put away your tool, Jemaine\nYou don't have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a man ho\nA male gigolo\nYou don't have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro ho\nHe can't see his way out\nI cannot see my way out\nHe can't see his way out\nMale prostitution seems to be my only option\nHe can't see his way out\nI cannot see my way out\nHe can't see his way out\nNo, no, no, no, no\n\nHe's selling cheap thrills, to pay expensive bills\nBut check your résumé, you must have some other skills\nDo you have any other skills? Like typing?\nThey see him, want him to please them, want him to play them, but they don't even pay him\nOh no, they don't think he's worth it at all\nDon't think I know when, he tries to bring them home, maybe that would be a way if he lived alone\nOh, you have a roommate Jemaine, don't bring them home\nYou don't have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a man ho\nA male gigolo\nYou don't have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro ho 4 ",2 -8402,Enuff_ZNuff___Baby_Loves_You,happy,"""Baby Loves You You know I've you know i've\nGot a little problem\nI have to be the one\nThe second guy to none\n\nAnd I've got\nA pretty little girlfriend\nWho tells me all the time\nThat she'll be forever mine\n\nAnd she says\nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you're baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nSometimes\nI lie with my eyes open\nThere's so much on my mind\nMy teeth begin to grind\n\nAnd she'll console me\nRepeating through my senses\nEverything's ok\nAnd I hear her say\n\nWhen she says\n\nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you're baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nWhen your baby loves you\nAll your dreams will come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n Baby loves you\n\nguitar solo\n\nHold me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin'\nLove me tongiht\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin'\nLove me tongiht\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight\n\nYour baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\nYour baby loves you\nYou dreams can come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nOoooooooooooohhh ",0 -7869,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Glory_To_The_World,sad,"'Glory to the World Look at the clouds today\nThey sure got funny shapes\nLook at the clouds today\nThey sure got funny shapes\n\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\n\nLook at the flowers today\nThey make a crazy place\nLook at the flowers today\nThey make a crazy place\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\n\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\n\nGlory, Glory\nGlory to the world\nGlory, Glory\nGlory to the world Embed', 'default'",1 -5311,Chris_Cornell___Steel_Rain,sad,"""Steel Rain [Verse 1]\nAnd so we start another day together\nYou and I and the million miles between us\nI train my moods to bloom like flowers unfolding\nInstead of fluttering around and slowly drowning in the\n\n[Chorus]\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\n[Verse 2]\nThe sky is open and the drones are pouring out\nThe day inhales in a contagious yawn\nAnd there you smile as though the sun were bouncing in the\n\n[Chorus]\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt's taking over\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\n\n[Bridge]\nHere in the little world, the tiny world spins for me\nAll's well in the tilted world\nBut there's something falling down in the\n\n[Chorus]\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt's taking over\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\n [Outro]\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over\nIt's taking over ",1 -4695,Cake___Up_So_Close,happy,"""Up So Close Up so close\nI never get to see your face\nMicroscope\nI might as well be out in space\n\nUp so close\nI never get to see the view\nDown your throat\nI'm never sure that it's still you\n\nUp your nose\nDown to your toes\nIn your mouth\nWay down south\nUp so close\nIt seems I only think of you\nUp so close\nI never see the sky so blue\nI only wanted to be sure\nThat what it was was really pure\nI put my face down in the cake\nMy feet were flailing in a lake\nUp so close\nI never get to see your face\nMicroscope\nI might as well be out in space\n\nUp so close\nI never get to see you\nMicroscope\nI'm never sure if it's still you",0 -8821,Faith_No_More___Get_Out,anger,"""Get Out [Verse 1]\nWhat if there's no more fun to have?\nAnd all I've got is what I had\nWhat if I have forgotten how?\nCut my losses and get out now\nGet out right now!\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something stronger than me\nThere's something I don't want to see\nA new thing growing in me\n[Verse 2]\nIt is the hardest thing to do\nTo watch it grow on top of you\nAnd see you're just like everyone\nNo fun!\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something stronger than me\nThere's something I don't want to see\nA new thing growing in me\n\n[Bridge]\nI don't speak that language anymore!\nMy blood is not that color anymore!\nMy blood don't shine the same way anymore!\nI cannot deny it anymore!\nNo\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something stronger than me\nThere's something I don't want to see\nGot a new thing growing in me\nThere's something I don't want to see\nThere's something stronger than me\nThere's something I don't want to see\nA new thing growing in me 2 ",3 -6786,Deana_Carter___Brand_New_Key,happy,"""Brand New Key By Melanie Safka\n\nI rode my bicycle past your window last night\nI roller skated to your door at daylight\nIt almost seems that you're avoiding me\nI'm ok alone but you've got something I need\n\nWell, I've gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI think that we should get together\nAnd try them out ya see\nI've been lookin' around a while\nYou got somethin' for me\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI ride my bike, I roller skate, don't drive no car\nDon't go too fast, but I go pretty far\nFor somebody who don't drive I've been all around the world\nSome people say I've done all right for a girl\nOh yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah-yeah\n\nI asked your mother if you were at home\nShe said yes, but you weren't alone\nOh sometimes I think that your avoiding me\nI'm ok alone but you got something I need well\n\nI've gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI think that we should get together\nAnd try them out ya see\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\n\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\n\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\n La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nI've got a brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key ",0 -8378,Ensiferum___Tale_Of_Revenge,anger,"'Tale Of Revenge He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known\nInto darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown\nLike stillborn child drifting in the silent seas\nOf blood, crushing all his dreams\nNo castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes\nDevotion for death, now controls his life\nNo gold or silver can bring him consolation\nOnly one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge\n\nOne light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone\nOne life so old and grey, wandering away from home\nParted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief\nUnited by the sword of wicked screams\nWhat deeds he has done to hear those dreadful sounds\nIn the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound\nForever bound to death!\n\nWait for me in the mountains, haunt for me in the winds\nWait for me in the land where nothing lives\nUntil the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword\nUntil my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours\n\nWait for me in the mountains, haunt for me in the winds\nWait for me in the land where nothing lives\nUntil the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword\nUntil my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours Embed', 'default'",3 -2999,Bic_Runga___She_Left_On_a_Monday,sad,"""She Left On A Monday She left on a Monday\nShe's a siren down the road\nIn your herringbone overcoat\nThat you don't expect to get back\n\nAnd it's an ordinary sky\nToday's like any other day\nWhen all of the aeroplanes\nWrite her name in the clouds\n\nAnd nothing's wrong\nBut it's already Sunday\nAnd you know just how Sunday\nWas the day that she would come around?\nGo to her foolish man\nWhat's the use of having pride if you don't have her?\nShe'll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her\n\nIt's all like sinking\nYou're trying to stay afloat\nLike a wind blown paper boat\nOver uncharted sea\n\nThere's no question why\nYou're driving to kill some time\nRacing the power lines\nBack into town\n\nGo to her foolish man\nWhat's the use of having pride if you don't have her?\nShe'll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her\n\nGo to her foolish man\nWhat's the use of having pride if you don't have her?\nShe'll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her\nMake this easier on her\nMake this easier on her\nMake this easier on her",1 -5584,Cloud_Cult___Journey_of_the_Featherless,happy,"'Journey of the Featherless Got myself a mission\nI\'m going to find heaven\nI made crepe-paper wings\nI think they\'ll carry me a while\n\nI left you a love poem\nThe best I have written\nMy favorite words\nWere the ones I couldn\'t spell\n\nThey say that I\'m a lunatic\nThey say that I am full of it\nI say that it\'s worth dreamin\'\nJust for the dream of it\nIt\'s all about passion\nIt\'s all about perception\nDon\'t call me on my cell phone\n\'Cause there ain\'t no reception\n\nWhen I\'m gone\nWhen I\'m gone\n\nI think I\'m growing feathers\nBut I\'m not quite sure of it\n\'Cause I started getting dizzy\nAbout a hundred feet up\n\nI made friends with the clouds\nI made friends with the birds\nIf you ask a goose a question\nHe never shuts up\n\nAnd honestly I miss you\nAnd I hope that you\'re missing me\nCause I could use your lips on me\nAnd a little bit of dramamine\n\nFor the moment I can see\nWay better than I\'ve ever seen\nDon\'t sell my stuff on eBay\nCause I might need it back before I\'m gone\n Before I\'m gone\n\nI\'m not the kind of man\nWho\'s into looking downwards\nI\'ve drank my share of pity\nFrom the bartender\'s cup\n\nSo many people\nWonderin\' ""What\'s the right direction?""\nAs far as I\'m concerned\nThere\'s only one way up\n\nAnd my fingers, they are blisters\nAnd my eyes, they are bullet holes\nBut my hearts still beating\nGuess I\'m pretty lucky\n\nPretty lucky\nPretty lucky\nWhen I\'m goneEmbed', 'default'",0 -560,Air_Traffic___Just_Abuse_Me,happy,"""Just Abuse Me [Verse 1]\nI never knew you\nBut now I'm haunted by your past\nHow long will this last?\nI thought you loved me?\nYou say you love me\nLove's just a shadow that you cast\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI'm independent but I'm tied to you\nYou lied to me, I'd die for you\nBut I can't read your mind\n[Verse 2]\nI'm lost without you\nAn empty feeling deep inside\nI want to run and hide\nI'll let you use me\nAnd just abuse me\nBut god I want you to be mine\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI'm independent but I'm tied to you\nYou lied to me, I'd die for you\nBut I can't read your mind\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI'm independent but I'm tied to you\nYou lied to me, I'd die for you\nBut I can't read your mind",0 -5362,Chris_Rice___Here_Come_Those_Eyes,happy,"""Here Come Those Eyes Here come those eyes\nThere goes my ability to breathe\nThose legs are walkin' her to me\nOh, tell me I ain't dreamin'\nHere comes that smile\nI can't even move, can't even blink\n'Cause I don't wanna miss a thing\nAnd I ain't even foolin' when I say the boys are droolin'\nAnd the girls are starin' her down\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound\nIt happens every time\nShe saunters into the room\nIt all blurs and all starts to zoom\nAnd then my head starts spinnin'\nShe gets a few feet away\nAnd suddenly we're both in slow motion\nLike we're alone in the deep blue ocean\nI know it's just a feelin'\n\nBut it might as well be real because I\nThink I might be fixin' to drown\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound\n\nShe takes my hand\nI don't know what to say\nShe understands anyway...\n\nAnd here come those eyes\nCan she see what I'm thinkin' on\nIf this is what they call love\nI can't believe I'm in it\nThankin' heaven every minute\nI'm the luckiest boy in this town\nMy knees go weak and my heart stops\nI can't catch my breath\nI think I'd better sit down\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound",0 -8316,End_Of_Green___Infinity,sad,"""Infinity I sit alone in my cold room\nThe deadly silence comes over me\nAll is forever all is lost\nAll I can see are black candles\nThey shining on me\nWhere can I go when the light go\nOut today I drown in a deep black sea\nAll I can see, all I can see is a light\nAll I see are black candles\nWhen I die in a black\nWinter night I'm so far away\nNo memories into the light I fade\nScreams and convulsions\nBreakin' the walls of my innerself\nAll I can see, all I can see is a light\nAll I see are black candles when I die\nIn a black winter night I close my eyes\nI sleep forever I fade away\nNever wake up again",1 -987,Amanda_Blank___Might_Like_You_Better,happy,"""Might Like You Better Might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better baby, let's get together baby\nWanna hold you, get to know you\nShow you what I got in my sweater baby\nLove the red hair, the bitch in charge\nAnd if we settle on it, boy, I'll make you see stars\nGet large get hard go fuck go far\nWhen I touch it watch it fuck see my money and my I\nI might like you better baby lets get together baby\nWanna hold you get to know you\nShow you what I got in my sweater baby\nLove the red hair, the bitch in charge\nAnd if we settle on it, boy, I'll make you see stars\nGet large get hard go fuck go far\nWhen I touch it watch it fuck see my money and my I\n\nRide no lie just get inside me\nLike you better if you just ride me\nGrind me, try me, watch me finish\nI like you better if you get up in it\n\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together\n\nIm not waiting on Ya don't take to long\nDon't waste my time just take me home\nI Got something for you believe its sweet\nLets go I moan like a cat in heat\nGo go go go let low and blow\nLet me give you something to grab and hold\nWanna know how you go\nI catch you though\nCheap cheap damn trick\nGet off the floor\nCuz Ya Baby I got what ya need\nDon't fuck with them chicks just fuck with me\nWhen were down we can quit it we don't need ta go together\nJust let me hit it once and let me hit it once and under…\n I might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together\n\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\n\nIm not waiting on Ya don't take too long\nDon't waste my time just take me home\nI Got something for you believe its sweet\nLets go I moan like a cat in heat\nGo go go go let low and blow\nLet me give you something to grab and hold\nWanna know how you go\nI catch you tho\nCheap cheap damn trick\nGet off the floor\nCuz Ya Baby I got what ya need\nDon't fuck with them chicks just fuck with me\nWhen were down we can quit it we don't need ta go together\nJust let me hit it once and let me hit it once and and under…\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together ",0 -7217,Dinosaur_Jr___Pick_Me_Up,happy,"""Pick Me Up [Intro]\nLater on, I will find you\nNot too strong, not inspired\n\n[Verse 1]\nI've been holding off so long\nCan't admit that I was wrong\nI've been stung when I've been weak\nIn the end, I disappear\n\nBut I've gone\nAll along\n\n[Bridge]\nPick me up, cut me out and\nI'm in luck, you're still smiling\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've been wasting all these years\nStill you haven't disappeared\nI've been lifted, I've been wrong\nAnd I don't think I belong\n\n[Bridge]\nAm I wrong\nAll along?\n\n\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\n\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\n [Verse 3]\nCan't hold on, well I smile\nCould I reach you all the while?\nI can't stop, it's always been awfully useless\nYou just smile\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd can I scream? Am I hurt?\nI still miss you, I still burn\nCan I bend to your will?\nKnow I need to, have to learn ",0 -809,Alien_Ant_Farm___Summer,happy,"""Summer [Verse 1]\nSo you finally fessed up to her\nAll the lies you said\nNow you kindly kiss up to her\nBut the feeling's dead\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nSeveral days have passed now\nDarker than any damn cloud now\nLiquid sunshine falls down\nHarder than all the damn hounds\n[Chorus]x2\nTried to give you summer, but I'm winter\nWish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo you always did what you wanted\nWe will be on our own\nI will soon let you go now\nThings will be all right\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSeveral weeks have passed now\nGrayer than any gray cloud\nSeveral weeks have passed now\nAnd it's so hard\n\n[Chorus] x2\nTried to give you summer, but I'm winter\nWish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard\n\n[Refrain]\nAnd it's so hard to get out of bed x3\nShe's impossible to get out of your head\n\nTried to give you summer x3\nTried to give you something\n [Outro]\nWish I could make you spring\nWish I could make you spring\nWish I could make you spring, spring time\nWish I could make you spring, spring\nTried to give you summer, but I'm winter, yeah\nWish I could make you spring, spring time\nTried to give you summer, but I'm winter\nWish I could make you spring ",0 -9049,Filthy_Dukes___Somewhere_At_Sea,calm,"""Somewhere At Sea I can feel, there is a storm coming from the sea\nBring me where there's no one in between\nFound a way to be out of sight\nI Found a spaceship made of ice\nFound a Captain yelling goodbye\nSaw three ships come sailing by\nI Found a pair of shoes glued on the floor\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea\nI can feel there is a thunder hanging above me\nAnd I don't need a secret map to find you...\nTo find you...\nTo find you...\nI Found a way to be out of sight\nI Found a spaceship made of ice\nI Found a Captain yelling goodbye\n\nI Saw three ships come sailing by\nI Found a pair of shoes glued on the\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea\n\nFound a way to be out of sight\nFound a spaceship made of ice\nI Found a Captain yelling goodbye\nI Saw three ships come sailing by\nFound a pair of shoes glued on the floor\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea...\nSomewhere at sea...",2 -6631,David_Guetta_ft_Kelly_Rowland___When_Love_Takes_Over,happy,"""When Love Takes Over [Verse 1]\nIt's complicated\nIt always is\nThat's just the way it goes\nFeels like I've waited so long for this\nI wonder if it shows\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHead underwater\nNow I can't breathe\nIt never felt so good\n'Cause I can feel it coming over me\nI wouldn't stop it if I could\n[Chorus]\nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n'Cause something's here tonight\n\n[Verse 2]\nGive me a reason\nI gotta know\nDo you feel it too?\nCan't you see me here on overload?\nAnd this time, I blame you, mmm\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLookin' out for you to hold my hand\nIt feels like I could fall\nNow love me right like I know you can\nWe could lose it all\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n'Cause something’s here tonight\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, I-I, I'll be loving you all the time, it's true\n'Cause I-I, I'll wanna make it right, with you\nSee David Guetta LiveGet tickets as low as $66 [Bridge]\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nOver, over, over, over, over\nOver, over, over, over, over\n\n[Outro]\nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n'Cause something’s here tonight3 ",0 -696,Alexkid___Turn_It_Round_Again,calm,"""Turn it round again Too many people, too much in my head\nWhy, why is this\nIf I tell you about my life my darling, oh about the life I'm living\nDo I think you'd understand, or would you turn me down\nWould you turn me down, oh\nWould you turn me down again\nI ain't so sure, what this heart of mine can take\nCannot ignore, all the signs that say you've changed\nSo much wasted time, too much wasted time, but hey\nWe must be strong, we must hold on\nWe can turn it round again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, we can turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, we can turn it around again\n\nI would not let you down\nWould not let you down, again\nI would not let you down\nCould not let you down again\nI've made, I've made I've made oh, my mistakes\nI want, I want to want to, try hard again\nToo long, too long, my baby\nHold on, hold on my lady, I've changed\nHold on, darlin' hold, we can turn it around again\n\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again\n\nIan James Whitelaw/Alexis Mauri\n reproduced with the kind permission of Ian James Whitelaw & Taktic Music",2 -1199,Anathema___A_Natural_Disaster,sad,"""A Natural Disaster [Intro]\nIt's been a long cold winter without you\nI've been crying on the inside over you\nJust slipped through my fingers as life turned away\nIt's been a long cold winter since that day\n\n[Verse 1: Anathema]\nIt's hard to find\nHard to find\nHard to find the strength now but I try\nAnd I don't want to\nDon't want to\nDon't want to go on and speak now\nOf what's gone by\nCos no matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can't change what happened\nNo matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can't change what happened\n[Chorus]\nYou just slipped through my fingers\nAnd I feel so ashamed\nYou just slipped through my fingers\nAnd I have paid\n\n[Verse 2: Anathema]\nCause no matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can't change what happened\nNo matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can't change what happened\nNo no I can't change\n\n[Chorus]",1 -954,Alphaville___Lies,happy,"""Lies Baby, baby\nMmmh, what do I do?\nPlaying my tune for you\nPlaying my tune for you\nJust to get you in the mood\nEverybody's going to Hollywood\n\nAah, you're driving me mad\nBut I'm smiling to the crowd instead\nA lot of money is at stake\nThis is a hit and that's a fake\nThis is what you mean to me\nThis is what they all should see\nMake a make up in a foolish style\nTelling the truth by making a big lie\n\nWhen I come, I come but nothing's at ease\nBreaking up the whole is a modern disease\nMaybe you think tomorrow's just a joke\nIt's a joke after joke, after joke after joke\n\nMy love\nEverything's an interview\nAnd nothing's really new\nAnd everybody's looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue\n\nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey're waiting and they will never go ho\nThis night is just a go, oh\nAnd it's only for show\n\nDig that deal and be a millionaire\nDrinking cocktails in the stratosphere\nGetting jet lagged with my business friends\nIn these supersonic wonderlands\n There's a shadow on the graphic display\nFirst he's smiling then he's fading away\nMaybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke\nIt's a joke after joke, after joke after joke\n\nMy love\nEverything's an interview\nAnd nothing's really new\nAnd everybody's looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue\n\nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey're waiting and they will never go oh oh oh\nThis night is just a go oh oh oh\nAnd it's only for show\n\nMy love\nEverything's an interview\nAnd nothing's really new\nAnd everybody's looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue\n\nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey're waiting and they will never go oh oh oh\nThis night is just a go oh oh oh\nAnd it's only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready\nAnd it's only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready\nAnd it's only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready, get ready\nYeah\nGet ready for the show!! ",0 -7055,Diamanda_Galas___Malediction,sad,"'Malediction The arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nOf the young man who ran screaming through\nThe street\nStreaming blood in trails of terror\nAre the arms that point me to my door\nWhich forsaken by the blood of Jesus\nInvites the Devil, who now waits for me outside\n\nThe arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nAre the arms that point me to the red eyes\nOf the pentecostal killers and the black eyes\nOf the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes\nOf the pinhead skinhead killers\nAnd the dirty angel does his target practice night\nAnd day\nMaking ready now to steal my soul away\nThe arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nAre the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun\nWhile the winks and smiles of singing debutantes\nAnd eunuchs whisper\n""We don\'t want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit\nFilth, and perspiration\nComing back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead.""\n\nThe arms that you cut off the body\nOf the screaming young man\nDance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul\nWhich, taunted every hour by open windows\nHas kept itself alive with prayer\nBut not for miracles\nAnd not for heaven\nJust for silence\nAnd for mercy\nUntil the end Embed', 'default'",1 -3074,Billie_Holiday___All_Of_Me,sad,"""All of Me All of me\nWhy not take all of me?\nCan't you see?\nI'm no good without you\n\nTake my lips\nI want to lose them\nTake my arms\nI never use them\n\nYour goodbye\nLeft me with eyes that cry\nHow can I go on, dear, without you?\nYou took the part\nThat once was my heart\nSo why not take all of me?\n\nAll of me\nWhy not take all of me?\nCan't you see?\nI'm no good without you\n\nTake my lips\nI want to lose them\nTake my arms I never use them\n\nYour goodbye\nLeft me with eyes that cry\nHow can I go on, dear, without you?\n\nYou took the best\nSo why not take the rest?\nBaby, take all of me",1 -8371,Enrique_Iglesias___Tired_Of_Being_Sorry,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -1558,AntiFlag___Mind_The_GATT,happy,"""Mind the G.A.T.T. [Narration: President George W. Bush]\nWe're a leader in the negotiations of the WTO. We've advanced bold proposals to open up global markets. We seek to build on the success of NAFTA with the Free Trade Area of the Americas. The transforming power of economic markets\n\nA brand new history\nSlyly and quickly\nSparkles in your eyes\nHope your not missing\nThe flash points/sign posts\nEtching the future\nFrom here\nAncient ancestors transmitting via pool formed from rainfall\nWhere my reflection stares back at me and says\nAs the sun sets bright over ancient earth and disappears from view\nThe spirit of the world will rise up from the dis again\nOur voices sing in union\nLifeless, soulless, secret abyss\nPlotting the worlds doom\nProduction and consumption wakes the sleeping world to sing again\nOur voices sing in union\n\nFrom African coasts to Australian mainland\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nFrom the American plains to the sea of Japan\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nIn your own backyard, or far off foreign lands\nWe find our adversaries woven of the same thread\n\nAs evil hacks and rips at every corner of the world\nThe peoples voice will sing as one voice\nOur voices sing in union\nTo implement a Paul Hawken-Esque model for the world\nThe people voice will sing as one voice\nOur voices sing in union\n\nThe Arabian sea to the coast of Chile\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nThe plateau of Tibet to the bay of Biscay\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nIn your own backyard, or far off foreign lands\nWe find our adversaries woven of the same thread\n Rethink... Fucking dig in!\n\nDon't sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's!\n\nDon't sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's!\n\nDon't sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's!\n\nDon't sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe're not gonna stand for any G.A. double T's! ",0 -5846,Corpus_Delicti___The_Lake,sad,"""The Lake... Silence has said, will you ever hear a sound\nWe have lost again what had thought to find\nYou're ignorace, you're miserable\nYour tear my veins, the words are much to sore\nWe swim across the the lake we've never crossed before\nDespair and shame of life, you're always asking more\nWe walk across the land we've never crossed before\nThe purest kind of mask is all you're longing for\nBorn in the dirt, i was the slow-watcher\nGrown in the pain, no change of attitude\nWe've run after the years that crawl\nBut you never felt my depth of soul\nWe swim across the the lake we've never crossed before\nDespair and shame of life, you're always asking more\nWe've walked across the land kept by the holy ghost\nBut i never feel the same, god knows i tried...",1 -6863,Demon_Hunter___Deteriorate,sad,"""Deteriorate [Verse 1]\nTime has had its way with me\nMy broken, tired hands can't build a thing\nThe wires that have held me still\nEmbedded now in flesh, define my will\nThe idle of my days has won\nThe empty I have fed has made me numb\nDespite what you will find in me\nThe failures of my past still swell beneath\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI need a heart that carries on through the pain\nWhen the walls start collapsing again\nGive me a soul that never ceases to follow\nDespite the infection within\n[Chorus]\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis is where I find my fall\nThe cares that held me life don't work at all\nAnd every step away from here\nIs closer to the plague I hold so dear\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI need a heart that carries on through the pain\nWhen the walls start collapsing again\nGive me a soul that never ceases to follow\nDespite the infection within\n\n[Chorus]\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\n\n[Bridge]\nAwaiting my end\nBreathing in the day that finds me new\nRedemption begins\nBleeding out the flaws in place of you\nAwaiting my end\nBreathing in the day that finds me new\nRedemption begins\nRedemption begins\n [Chorus/Outro]\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in3 ",1 -2389,Bad_Religion___21st_Century_Digital_Boy,happy,"""21st Century Digital Boy [Verse 1]\nI can't believe it\nThe way you look sometimes\nLike a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah\nAnd I don't want it\nThe things you're offering me\nSymbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys\nMy daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual\nAin't life a mystery, yeah?\n[Verse 3]\nI can't explain it\nThe things you're saying to me\nIt's going ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys\nMy daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual\nAin't life a mystery, yeah?\n\n[Bridge]\nTried to tell you about No Control\nBut now I really don't know\nAnd then you told me how bad you had to Suffer\nIs that really all you have to offer?\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nSee, I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys\nMy daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual\n [Post-Chorus]\nCat's foot, iron claw\n21st century digital boy\nNeurosurgeon, scream for more\n21st century digital boy\nInnocence raped with napalm fire\n21st century digital boy\nEverything I want, I really need\n\n[Outro]\n21st century schizoid boy\n21st century video boy\n21st century digital boy\n21st century sofa boy...4 ",0 -5049,Catherine_Feeny___Hush_Now,sad,"""Hush Now I won't bury you in the basement\nAs I've been known to do\nI won't bludgeon your memory\nLeave you crying out for truth\n\nThere's a song we sing together\nThe song of me and you\nAnd I was hoping that we could fix it\nAt least just fiddle around with the tune\n\nBut you go right, I go left\nYou go forward, I go back\nAnd we're dancing this waltz alone\nYou go up, I go down, lost our grip\nAnd now we've found ourselves\nDancing this waltz alone\nHush now, don't cry\nIt's just a lullaby\nI won't leave you\nTil you close your eyes\nHush now don't cry\nIt's just a lullaby\nI'll tell you sweet lies\nI won't leave your side\n\nWe were peaceful when we were sleeping\nOr after we had a fight\nWe were civil when people were watching\nWe were worst when we were right\n\nYou'd go in, I'd go out\nWe'd forget what it's about\nAnd we'd start dancing this waltz alone\nYou would smile and I'd frown\nYou gave it up, now who's the clown\nThat is dancing this waltz alone\n\nHush now, don't cry\nIt's just a lullaby\nI won't leave you\nTil you close your eyes\nHush now don't cry\nIt's just a lullaby\nI'll tell you sweet lies\nI won't leave your side",1 -6099,Current_93___The_Carnival_Is_Dead_And_Gone,sad,"""The Carnival Is Dead and Gone Dear sir, dear lady\nThis carnival is dead and gone\nAnd never anyway alas this party never yet began\nThe chairs and tables dust of dust\nYes very dust of very rust of very must and farewell trust\nI thought I saw you in the crowd dear heart\nYou turned away from me and then you dissolved into light\nThe broken lights and faded buntings\nCall to us all the Inmost Light\nAnd don't glare wide your eyes in wonder\nThey will flick back inside your mind\nAnd on the bone screen of your skull\nThey watch no musical salutes\nSo thoroughly modern now are we\nBut the last reel of all time\nThe Inmost Night\nIt's frames are glared and slow and out of focus\nValentino Vallee Moss all dead!\nThe Inmost Night\nAnd the little bells go tinkle\nAnd your eyes begin to twinkle\nAnd the joints and sinews crack\nIt's the expansion of your mind\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nThe Inmost Night\nThe cat's face glares from shiny card\nThe dead cats from my past\nYou tumble you froth and fun forever\nAn orchestra from another time\nAnother world all dead\nThe church bells silent\nThe rain stained glass of God is smashed\nAnd you take your choice you sup with the devil\nYou choke on your pride for ever and ever\nMy memory of my Inmost Light\nIt tumbles froth and fun forever\nVulvaic memories imagined of my would-be-life\nWell that won't be\nAnd that won't be\nAnd that won't be\nAnd that won't be\nAnd for my troubles and my pain\nAnd for the losses and the wains\nI get a picture in my mind\nThe slyly smily sly kiss\nOf your sweet heart and face\nAnd your legs in some final benediction\nYour Inmost Warm heart says ta-ra\nAnd I wished to die inside of you\nAnd push up into your heart so violently\nThat face to face with matrix creatrix am\nThe Inmost Light\nThe Inmost Night ",1 -6818,Death_is_Not_Glamorous___Elephants,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -5577,Clor___Love__Pain,happy,"""Love + Pain [Verse 1]\nI was in love but that was yesterday\nNow I'm in pain and it's here to stay\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey\nThe ones that you want they're the ones that get away\nThe ones that you need never wanted to stay\nAnd there'll remain those few in-between ones\nThey are susceptible\n\n[Chorus]\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n[Post-Chorus]\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was in love but that was yesterday\nNow I'm in pain and it's here to stay\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey\nI was aloof but still this fire's out\nEven in spurts, seen it all before\nWe get it on if only to find out\nWhy we're unsuitable\n\n[Chorus]\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n [Post-Chorus]\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n\n[Outro]\nI was in love\nNow I'm in pain\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey ",0 -2018,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Raverbashing,anger,"""Raverbashing This number is a number that...\nIn England they didn't wanna play on the radio!\nRaverbashing! Let's go!\nCome on!\n\nGo! Go! Go! Go! x4\n\nRaverbashing! 1, 2, 3, 4!\n\nGo! Go! Go! Go! x4\nStop it please!\nTraitor! You want the statue for yourself!\n\nRaverbashing! 1, 2, 3, 4!\nCome on!",3 -8208,Emiliana_Torrini___Me_And_Armini,sad,"""Me And Armini I had my life\nI know my place\nI belong in your arms again\nAnd I've been waiting for you\nTo belong to me\n\nSome might say\nI'm a silly woman to wait\nBut I know you still hold my love\n\nSome people think that\nI'm heading for a meltdown\nThat I'm sitting by the phone\nThat I worry but no\nWhen I need your body close\nI burn up in smoke\nAnd I swore I keep waiting\n\nNow I see this city\nWon't hold my love\nFor Armini\nI know he's close\nBut I dream\nI just keep waiting\nI keep waiting\n\nSome people think that You people say\nI'm heading for a meltdown You people say\nThat I'm sitting by the phone You people say\nThat I worry but no\n\nThis I know\nShe doesn't love you like I do\nYes, it's clear\nShe'll never love you like me\n\nYou people say You people say\nThat I'm heading for a meltdown You people say\nThat I'm just hanging by the phone You people say\nThat I worry but no\n I don't worry cause I know You people say\nI don't worry cause I know You people say\nMe and Armini You people say\nMe and Armini\nMe and my Armini... You people say\nMe and Armini You people say\nMe and my Armini... You people say\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and my Armini... ",1 -861,Alison_Moyet___Solid_Wood,calm,"""Solid Wood Some days every word gets in our way\nYou don't make sense of what I say\nAnd every answer begs another question why\nI didn't want to\n\nMaybe I could have changed the way it was\nI could have made much more of us\nAnd if I failed perhaps it wasn't just because\nI didn't want to\n\nDon't take it as a sign\nThe stars were out of line\nBut heaven knows\nWhoever I was then\nShe won't be back again so let her go\nBut you I wouldn't change\nI wouldn't change\nI wouldn't change you if I could\nIt's understood\nThey got hardboard I got solid wood\nSomehow if I am won't to take my time\nIf I dig in where I should mine\nIt doesn't build a case for your friends to decide\nI didn't want you\nDon't take it on yourself",2 -6258,Daft_Punk___Technologic_Radio_Edit,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -8413,Enya___Angeles,calm,"'Angeles [Intro]\nAngeles\n\n[Verse 1]\nAngels, answer me\nAre you near if rain should fall?\nAm I to believe\nYou will rise to calm the storm?\nFor so great a treasure words will never do\nSurely, if this is\nPromises are mine to give you\nMine to give\n[Chorus 1]\nHere, all too soon the day!\nWish the moon to fall and alter out tomorrow\nI should know\nHeaven has her way\nEach one given memories to own\n\n[Verse 2]\nAngeles, all could be\nShould you move both earth and sea\nAngeles, I could feel\nAll those dark clouds disappearing\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus 2]\nEven as I breathe\nComes an angel to their keep\nSurely, if this is\nPromises are mine to give you\nMine to give\n\n[Outro]\nAngeles\nAngeles Embed', 'default'",2 -8356,Enrique_Iglesias___I_Will_Survive,happy,"""I Will Survive [Verse 1]\nYou like to think\nThat you're the only one who understands my needs\nAnd you tell everyone\nThat I can't live without you even for one day\nBut who gave you the right\nTo talk about the way I feel so deep inside?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow I realize\nYou were never mine\nWe were never right\nBaby, you will find\n[Chorus]\nI will survive\nI'm gonna make it through\nJust give me time\nI will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n'Cause, baby, I will survive\n'Cause, baby, I will survive\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat makes you think\nThat I don't see the ways you made a fool of me\nDon't laugh behind my back\n'Cause what goes around, I promise you, comes back\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow I realize\nYou were never mine\nWe were never right\nBaby, you will find\n\n[Chorus]\nI will survive\nI'm gonna make it through\nJust give me time Just give me time\nI will get over you I will get over you\nI will survive I will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n'Cause, baby, I will survive\n [Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nI will survive\nI'm gonna make it through\nJust give me time\nI will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n'Cause, baby, I will survive\nI will survive I will survive\nI'm gonna make it through\nJust give me time Just give me time\nI will get over you I will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do No matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n\n[Outro]\nI will survive I will survive\nI'm gonna make it through\nI will survive Yeah\nI will get over you\n'Cause, baby, I will survive1 ",0 -7117,Diary_of_Dreams___Tears_of_Laughter,sad,"""Tears Of Laughter I would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again\nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nI still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness\nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nI still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence\nLike a disciple of a witness\nI judge upon my sacred eye\nStill I found the origin\nIn what's left of me inside\nCan I call this my burden\nOr is this just my dream to fly?\nI would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again\nWeaker, weaker every day\nI forgot my urge to fly away\nAnd is my life as bare as it is?\nCold and lonely enough?\nHave you achieved what you were longing for?\nSad enough this cannot be undone\nI drop my eyes and shiver as I see\nThe reflection in the mirror of me\nHave you given up, my friend?\nForgiveness be mine\n\nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nCan I call this my burden\nOr is this just my dream to fly?\nI would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again",1 -1397,Anita_Baker___No_One_In_The_World,happy,"""No One In The World [Verse 1]\nI look back on all those good times\nWe once shared and I must have been blind\nJust to think I'd find someone new\nOne who'd love me better than you\nWell, it may come as a surprise\nLoneliness has opened my eyes\nI tried every love I could find\nStill I can't get you out of my mind\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause there's no one in the world to hold me\nNo one in the world's gonna move me\nNo one in the world can love me\nLike you do, baby\nEvery time I'm with someone\nI'm loving you, yes, I want to run\nI wanna run back to your arms again\nAin't no one in the world No one in the world\nLoves me like you do\n[Verse 2]\nAre you happy now with your life?\nWell, for me, I'm breaking inside\nSo self-assured that I could not see\nI had it all when you were with me, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nNo one in the world's gonna hold me\nNo one in the word can move me\nNo one in the world can love me\nLike you do, baby\nEvery time I'm with someone\nI'm loving you and I want to run\nI wanna run back to your arms again\nAin't no one in the world No one in the world\nLoves me like you do\n\n[Bridge]\nPlease take me back Please take me back\nOh babe, I can't go on I can't go on\nI'm not happy in my life without you\nI'll do whatever it takes\nI've got to get you back with me again Got to get you back with me\nI realize I need you here in my life\n\n[Outro]\nNo one in the world No one, no one\nNo one in the world Nobody loves me like you do\nNo one in the world\nLike My You my Do my And baby\nEvery time You got the love that I need\nLove I need Ain't nobody 'round here to love me\nAin't no one in the world No one in the world\nIn this world\nIn this world, hoo... No one in the worldSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 1 ",0 -1168,Amy_Winehouse___Round_Midnight,happy,"""’Round Midnight [Verse 1]\nIt begins to tell 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nI do pretty well 'til after sundown\nAt suppertime, I'm feelin' sad\nBut it really gets bad 'round midnight\n\n[Verse 2]\nMemories always start 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nI haven't got the heart to stand those memories\nSo when, when my heart is still with you\nYes, old midnight knows it, too\nAlone tonight\n[Scat Bridge]\n\n[Verse 3]\nFor 'round midnight, when it comes around\nSo let our heart take wing 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nLet the angels sing for your returning\n'Til our love is safe and sound\nAnd old midnight comes around\n\n[Outro]\n'Cause I'm feelin' sad\nAnd it really gets bad 'round midnight, 'round midnight 2 ",0 -2865,Ben_Lee___Gamble_Everything_For_Love,calm,"'Gamble Everything for Love [Chorus]\nGamble everything for love, gamble everything\nPut it in a place you keep what you need\nYou can gamble everything for love if you\'re free\nYou gotta gamble everything for love\n\n[Verse 1]\nBaby, are ya cold, are ya cold, baby?\nI could wrap you up, wrap you up in my love\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nTell me, are you feeling lost, have you crossed\nIn the places that you never knew to get through?\nTell me, are you gonna cry all night?\nTell me the truth, and I\'ll tell you the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\nMake a list of things you need, leave it empty\nExcept for number one, write ""love,"" gamble everything\nKeep it under lock and key\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nLove me with an open heart, tell me anything\nWe can find a place to start to gamble everything\nWe can set this thing apart, \'cause we\'re gonna\nGonna gamble everything for love\nTell me, do you lose your way each day?\nAre there people you don\'t recognize, do they lie?\nTell me, does it make you feel too real?\nTell me the truth, and I\'ll tell you the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\n[Bridge]\nOoh, you can go your own way\nOoh, you can go your own way\nOoh, you gotta go your own way\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love\n\n[Chorus]\nGamble everything for love, gamble everything\nPut it in a place you keep what you need\nYou can gamble everything for love if you\'re free\nYou gotta gamble everything for love\n\n[Verse 2]\nTell me, are you gettin\' hurt, is it worth it?\nTell me, are the people strange, do they change?\nTell me, are you letting go, do you know?\nI\'ll tell you the truth if you tell me the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\nAll right Embed', 'default'",2 -5120,Chantal_Kreviazuk___Feels_Like_Home,happy,"""Feels Like Home Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself\nMakes me want to lose myself in your arms\nThere's something in your voice\nMakes my heart beat fast\nHope this feeling lasts the rest of my life\n\nIf you knew how lonely my life has been\nAnd how long I've been so alone\nIf you knew how I wanted someone to come along\nAnd change my life the way you've done\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I'm all the way back where I come from\n\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I'm all the way back where I belong\n\nA window breaks down a long dark street\nAnd a siren wails in the night\nBut I'm alright cause I have you here with me\nAnd I can almost see through the dark there is light\n\nIf you knew how much this moment means to me\nAnd how long I've waited for your touch\nIf you knew how happy you are making me\nI never thought that I'd love anyone so much\n\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I'm all the way back where I come from\n\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I'm all the way back where I belong\nIt feels like I'm all the way back where I belong 2 ",0 -9547,Freemasons___Uninvited,happy,"""Uninvited Like anyone would be\nI am flattered by your fascination with me\nAnd like any hot-blooded woman\nI have simply wanted an object to crave\nBut you, you're not allowed\nYou're uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight\n\nMust be strangely exciting\nTo watch the stoic squirm\nMust be somewhat heartening\nTo watch shepherd meet shepherd\nBut you you're not allowed\nYou're uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight\nLike any uncharted territory\nI must seem greatly intriguing\nYou speak of my love like\nYou have experienced love like mine before\nBut this is not allowed\nYou're uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight\n\nI don't think you unworthy\nI need a moment to deliberate",0 -3492,Blink182___Reckless_Abandon,happy,"""Reckless Abandon [Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething's wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe'll use this song to lead you on...\n\n[Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nI learned a lot today, not sure if I'll get laid and\nNot sure if I'll fail or pass, kissed every girl in class\nEverybody would waste it all to have a summer that they could call\nA memory that's full of fun, fucked up when it's all done\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething's wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe'll use this song to lead you on\n\n[Post-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large\n\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nSip a drink of the alcohol, end up kneeling in bathroom stalls\nEyes are red and my movement's slow, too high, got vertigo\nHe took a shit in the bathroom tub and fed the dog brownie drugs\nTried hard to not get caught, he fucked a chick in the parking lot\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething's wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe'll use this song to lead you on\n\n[Post-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large\n [Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Bridge: Tom DeLonge]\nBreak a window and bust a wall, making fun of your friend's mom\nTurn the music up way too loud, charge the pizza to the house\nEverybody would waste it all to have a summer that they could call\nA memory that's full of fun, fucked up when it's all done\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething's wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe'll use this song to lead you on\n\n[Post-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large...6 ",0 -7109,Diana_Ross___I_Will_Survive,happy,"""I Will Survive [Intro]\nThis is dedicated to my girls\n\n[Verse 1]\nAt first I was afraid, I was petrified\nKept thinking I could never live without you by my side\nThen I spent so many nights just thinking how you did me wrong\nAnd I grew strong\nAnd I learned how to get along\nAnd so you're back from outer space\nI just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face\nI should have changed that stupid lock\nI should have made you leave your key\nIf I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGo on now go, walk out the door\nJust turn around now\n'Cause you're not welcome anymore\nWeren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nYou think I'd crumble?\nYou think I'd lay down and die?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, no not I, I will survive\nFor as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive\nI've got all my life to live\nAnd I've got all my love to give\nI'll survive\nI will survive\nHey, hey\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI, I will survive\nHey, hey\nI, I will survive\nEvery day\nI, I will survive\nOh yeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\n [Verse 2]\nIt took all the strength I had not to fall apart\nJust trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart\nAnd I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself\nI used to cry, but now I hold my head up high\nAnd you see me, somebody new\nI'm not that chained up little person still in love with you\nAnd so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free\nBut now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGo on now, go walk out the door\nJust turn around now\nYou're not welcome anymore\nWeren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nYou think I'd crumble?\nDid you think I'd lay down and die?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no not I, I will survive\nOh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive\nI've got all my life to live\nAnd I've got all my love to give\nI'll survive\nI will survive\nHey, hey\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGo now, go walk out the door\nJust turn around now\n'Cause you're not welcome anymore\nWeren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nDid you think I'd crumble?\nDid you think I'd lay down and die?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no not I, I will survive\nOh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive\nI've got all my life to live\nAnd I've got all my love to give\nI'll survive\nI will survive\nI will survive\n\n[Outro]\nI, I will survive\nHey\nI, I will survive\nEvery day\nI, I will survive\nYeah, yeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nOh yeah\nI, I will survive\nOoh\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nYeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nLocka-locka-locka-boom-boom\nI, I will survive\nI've got all my love to give\nI, I will survive\nI've got all my life to live\nI, I will survive\nMy living is not in vain\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nOh no, yeah, oh\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nHey\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nHey, hey\nI, I will survive\nI'm good, I'm good, I will survive\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nI will\nI, I will survive ",0 -7488,Dozer___Two_Coins_for_Eyes,sad,"""Two Coins for Eyes Why am I lonely\nAnd my soul's not here no more\nTry, yeah I do try\nAll I do is try and fail\n\nWhy the light of day\nWhen it's gone comes the war\n\nWhole, am I whole now\nIs this true or shades of grey\nTime is a true crime\nAnd it's victims end up dead\nErebus driver - Take your rider\nTwo coins for eyes...\nFare is offered - Lead and copper\nTwo coins for eyes...\n\nI'll stop this war by being no more\nI won't go on, I won't live on...\n\nWhy am I lonely\nAnd my souls not here no more\nTime's wasted on me\nAnd I won't hold out for more",1 -5895,Coverdale_Page___Pride_And_Joy,happy,"""Pride and Joy Take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea\nPurify my soul and pour your ocean over me\nLead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night\nScratch your name across my back, make me feel alright\n\nYou're the best time I have ever had\nYou look so good, oh babe, you must be bad, ha\n\nDiamonds on your ankles, sapphires on your shoes\nYour little gems of wisdom chase away my blues\nMama's little princess, daddy's pride and joy\nI'm like a kid at Christmas, playing with your toys, ooh\nYou shake me in the morning, I wake up black and blue\nOoh child, you act so wild, I'll name a hurricane after you\nScarlet fever kisses, little Miss Dynamite\nYoungblood, you look so good, I'm gonna leave on all the lights\n\nSo I can see where I'm goin', baby\nPlay that thing\nMmm\n\nSo take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea\nPurify my soul and pour your ocean over me\nLead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night\nScratch my name across my back, make me feel alright\n\nI have never felt this good before\nIf you want I'll sleep outside your door\nYou're the best time I have ever had\nYou look so good, oh babe, you must be bad\n\nYou must be bad",0 -4776,Candlebox___Miss_You,sad,"""Miss You All, all it's not alright\nYour role it played through time\nCome and rescue me\nYou're needed here at home\n\nAnd your space, a moment in time\nA hand to hold a hand I tried\nWho was it called to you?\nWho called?\nYour stories alive with hellos and goodbyes\nAnd bright lights, first kiss and drunken nights\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and\nHey, I can't wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they'll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and hey\n\nAnd the rain\nFalling cold outside\nCovered me the day you died\nYou could have waited one more day\nAnd I should've called\nI dream of your life, the war and the fight\nThe music you played, the love for your wife\nAnd I miss you\nHmm mmm\n\nI miss you now and\nHey, I can't wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they'll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and hey\n Bridge:\nAnd I'm mad at the age\nThat stole you away\nBy surviving that beach\nYou gave me my stay\nAnd I understand by this that I am\nAll that you were was changed by that sand\nBut I miss you yeah\nI miss you yeah\n\nAnd I miss you, yeah\nAnd hey, I can't wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they'll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nHow I miss you ",1 -5696,Coldplay___Life_In_Technicolor_ii,happy,"""Life in Technicolor II [Verse 1]\nThere's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street\nEvery night there, the headlights are glowing\nThere's a cold war coming on the radio, I heard\nBaby, it's a violent world\n\n[Chorus]\nLove, don't let me go\nWon't you take me where the street lights glow?\nI can hear it coming, I can hear the siren sound\nNow my feet won't touch the ground\n[Verse 2]\nTime came a-creeping and time's a loaded gun\nEvery road is a ray of light\nIt goes on, time only can lead you on\nStill it's such a beautiful night\n\n[Chorus]\nLove, don't let me go\nWon't you take me where the street lights glow?\nI can hear it coming like a serenade of sound\nNow my feet won't touch the ground\n\n[Outro]\nGravity, release me and don't ever hold me down\nNow my feet won't touch the groundSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 13 ",0 -3605,Blu_Cantrell___I_Love_You,happy,"""I Love You [Verse 1:]\nWe live in a world\nWhere reality depresses all emotions\nThat live inside of me\nLife can be so cruel\nBut you make it easier\n\nYou picked me up\nWhen I was down\nAnd now my feet's on solid ground\n[Pre-Chorus:]\nYou can never tell\nSomeone too much that you love them\nYou can never know when you go\nThat's why you tell them, baby\nYou tell him\nThat you love him\n\n[Chorus:]\nBaby how much can I tell you\nThat I love love love you\nBaby how much can I tell you\nThat I love love love you\n\n[Verse 2:]\nAfter all\nThat we'd been through\nI never thought I found\nSomeone who'd\nMake me feel so good\n\nI thank God for blessing me\nFor the opportunity\nTo be around someone like you\n\nIf everyone was like you\nThe world would be\nA better place, yeah\n [Repeat pre-Chorus:]\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Bridge:]\nBaby\nWe need to be strong\nWe'll keep love alive\n\nThat's why\nI sing this song for you\nI'm gonna tell the world\nI love you\n\n[Repeat Chorus x2] ",0 -314,Ace_of_Base___Young_And_Proud,happy,"""Young and Proud [Intro]\nOh, oh, oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe are much too young and life's so big\nWe don't know yet what the future brings\nIn it's hands for us\nWhat tomorrow brings, the future knows\nNo matter what you say, no matter what you do\nWe are united\nYoung and proud, young and proud\nWe are marching on the same side of destiny\nOn the same side of destiny\n[Chorus]\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm giving you my love, though it's never for sale\nAnd we're so young and proud\nOh, anyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling out your name\nOh, anyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling out your name\nI'm calling, calling out your name\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm giving you my love, though it's never for sale\nAnyway, anyway you, do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm giving you my love, though it's never for sale\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI'm giving you my love, though it's never for sale",0 -3113,Billy_Bragg___M_For_Me,happy,"""M for Me Take the M for me and the Y for you\nOut of family and it all falls through\nWe've got to love each other everyday\nInstead of hoping it might stay that way\n\nNow, I've got friends who are telling me\nThey're living in clover\nBut lose the C for commitment and the L for love\nAnd it's over, baby, it's all over now\n\nI'm not thinking about the things you said\nAs we lay awake last night in bed\nI'm just happy to be by your side\nWhen we're rolling in the sheets or tumbling in the tide\nYou keep on come telling me all about your problems\nLet's pull the Y off of your and throw it on the fire\nAnd make 'em our problems, baby\nOur problems now\n\nTake the M for me and the Y for you\nOut of family and it all falls through\nWe've got to love each other every day\nInstead of hoping it might stay that way\n\nYour problems, baby\nMake 'em our problems now\nYour problems, baby\nMake 'em our problems now",0 -2048,Athlete___Hurricane,happy,"""Hurricane All the places we grew up with\nPlaying hide and seek\nDisappearing while we all sleep\n\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\n\nOh hurricane\nOh hurricane\n\nAll the millions that we marched with\nIt never made a sound\nNever made a sound on your lips\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\nBut we're not giving up the coastline so easily\n\nOh hurricane\nOh hurricane\n\nI don't want to run\nI've been here since I was young\nWhat we see today\nCould be gone within the hour\nOh Hurricane\nWhat you gonna do to us this time?\nOh Hurricane\nWhat you gonna do to us this time?\n\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\nAnd it's something we've got to get used to\nWe're not giving up the coastline so easily\nOh Hurricane",0 -1851,Armin_van_Buuren___Never_Say_Never,sad,"""Never Say Never [Chorus]\nStay with me\nWon't you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never\n\n[Verse]\nLove, you're in my flesh and bone\nWhere ever you go I'm home\nI'll follow you, yeah\nYou're in my head, in my heart, in my soul\nThe air I breathe\nYou're in my head\nYes you’re my favorite need\n\nI'll follow you, yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen everything seems lost\nI'm stuck and falling down\nYou will guide me home\nSo promise me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou'll stay with me\nWon't you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never\n\nStay with me\nWon't you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never, again\nNo never say never, again\nNo never say never, again\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 [Instrumental Break]\n\nStay with me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo never say never\nSay never, say never again\n\n[Instrumental Break] ",1 -1348,Angtoria___God_has_a_plan_for_us_all,sad,"""God Has A Plan For Us All Let his holy choir sing in sodomy, praise be!\nSurrender your body and your soul unto him, demoralize me!\n\nSo he crept into my room\nWhispered my name, took my innocence away\nI´m only five, a pervert's concubine\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nI've been touched by the hand of god\nMy sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy\nYou do not believe in him but he believes in you\nHe wants you to repent all your sins. Let him in, inside you!\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nYou are one of God's children\nGet on your knees, Serve him well, my child\n\nI´ve fallen prey to the devil in disguise\n\nGod has a plan for us all\nDon´t say a word or you'll go to hell\nGod has a plan for you all\nOpen up for him; let Jesus in!\nHis sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy!",1 -4989,Cat_Power___Enough,sad,"""Enough My intuition said it was\nMy intuition said it was fair\nAll you should know there's\nNot enough to go around\n\nHere they go again\nI can see 'em\nAs they try they try to take it out on me\nHere they go again I can\nWatch closer now\nI can watch closer now\nThey can't find enough\nTo take enough from me\nThey can't find enough\nTo take enough from me\nGuess I go down\n\nSaid it wasn't but I guess it was\nSay it wasn't but I guess it ends\n\nHere they go again\nI can, try, try\n\nMy Intuition knocked again fair\nAll you should know by now is there's\nNot enough to go around\n\nBut I never go that way\nThe other half of me said I should\nThrow it down the drain\nThrow it down the drain\n\nThey can't find enough\nTo take enough from me\nThey can't find enough\nTo take enough from me\n I've seen the hordes of war\nLooking down that drain\nAt your heart\nHere they go and they try ",1 -8457,Erasure___Blue_Savannah,happy,"""Blue Savannah Blue Savannah song\nOh blue Savannah song\nSomewhere 'cross the desert\nSometime in the early hours\nIn a restless world\nOn the open highway\n\nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you\nBlue Savannah song\nOh blue Savannah song\nRacing 'cross the desert\nAt a hundred miles an hour\nTo the orange side\nThrough the clouds and thunder\n\nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you\n\nI'm on my way back and your love will bring me home\nSay that your loving will bring me home\nI'm traveling fast and your love will bring me home\nSay that your loving will bring me home\nWill I discover that your love will bring me home?\nDream away, darling\nWill I discover that your love will bring me home? Yeah\n\nSomewhere 'cross the desert\nSometime in the early hours\nTo the orange side\nThrough the clouds and thunder\n\nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you\n Home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only Sweet to surrender\nI send my love to you\nOh, Savannah song Sweet to surrender\nTo you only\nI send my love to you\nOh, Savannah song\nTo you only\nTo you only ",0 -6240,DMX___Its_All_Good,anger,"'It’s All Good [Intro]\nLove my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nLove my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n[Verse 1]\nYo, chickens is good for pluckin\', so I\'m stickin\' bitches, fuckin\'\nGot \'em trickin\' while they suckin\', give em dick and they be buggin\'\nI\'ve done it all, from mackin\' two hoes on a three-way\nDominican hoes on B-way, country hoes in V-A\nAnd they all say the same about my game, it\'s tight\nThat\'s why every night a different group of bitches start a fight\nOver some dick that they don\'t even own\nAll I\'m givin\' them is the bone\nBlowin\' up a nigga phone, but ain\'t nobody home Damn\nI\'m in the zone, tryna do things\nLet\'s turn this into a crew thing, ""Wassup girlfriend, you game?""\nThey\'ll wonder ""Why?"", when I leave at night\nIt\'s because I thieve at night\nI\'m leavin\' bitches not breathin\' right\nI fuck they head up with some slick shit\nHit \'em off with some long dick shit\nMake it some quick shit, but rip shit Woah\nThen I\'m out, just like the trash on a Thursday\nKnowin\' she\'d be givin\' up the ass on the first date\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n [Verse 2]\nFlocks of bitches by the dozens, from sisters to cousins\nGot \'em doin\' shit they said they wasn\'t ever gonna do\nLike knowin\' I\'d fuck the bitch that she was close to Uh-huh\nStill gave up the ass and dough, she was supposed to What?\nPictures of bitches and flicks of chicks\nVideos with the baddest hoes, suckin\' dick\nIt\'s the dog in me, that makes me do wrong\nAnd honeys can\'t help but get strung Why?\n\'Cause the game is too strong Okay\nI like \'em greedy, black like Edi\nEyes beady, willin\' to give to the needy\nI done ran through \'em all, from around the way bitches Uh-huh\nTo them outta state hoes, and even hittin\' gay bitches Uh\nAll I tell \'em is, ""Let me get that,"" then it\'s on\nKnock her motherfuckin\' boots, and then I\'m gone\nI got the white bitches sayin\', ""It\'s a black thing""\n\'Cause I leave that ho with no dough and plenty of back pain\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n[Verse 3]\nBitches who get props, \'cause they know who can get got\nAnd they can get shot, by the way a niggas lip drop\nWalk up in the spot, knowin\' what she want strictly\nWhen hon\' wants the dickly, hon\' comes and gets me\nHits me, pays me, doesn\'t get crazy\nKnows to be Swayze, \'cause that\'s daddy\'s baby\nI keep them hoes in check, like the government\nHittin\' \'em off with nothin\' but the dick, and they lovin\' it\nHuggin\' it, like it\'s they best friend, \'cause it is\nWord to Miz, fuckin\' with tricks is just biz\'\nI deal with strictly dimes\nGot \'em committin\' they first crimes\nNow she suckin\' dick, for the first time\nAnd ain\'t no secret, \'bout how I freak it, when they sleeped it\nNever know how I peeped it, then creeped it\nThat\'s how I know this must be that shit\nI tell them bitches, ""I\'ll be back,"" and they believe that shit\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, and all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, and all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n\n[Outro]\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nNigga46Embed', 'default'",3 -6773,Dean__Britta___Night_Nurse,happy,"'Night Nurse You are the treacle in my pie\nYou are the splinter in my eye\nYou make the ice melt, the butter run\nYou are the ink stain, you are the one\n\nSleep together the milkyway\nSleep forever and a day\nLovely jewels in joy designed\nLa la la la...\n\nI am the local, I am express\nI am a tourist in a summer dress\nI am the night nurse, I am the most\nI am the visitor, you are the host\nMy wings are clipped\nMy drinks are sipped\nMy lips are lipped\nMy lid is flipped\n\nI am the night nurse\nI am the most\nI am the visitor\nYou are the host Embed', 'default'",0 -3582,Blood__Sweat__Tears___I_Love_You_More_Than_Youll_Ever_Know,sad,"""I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know If I ever leave you\nYou can say I told you so\nAnd if I ever hurt you baby\nYou know I hurt myself as well\n\nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you baby, more than you'll ever know\nMore than you'll ever know\n\nWhen I wasn't makin' too much money\nYou know where my paycheck went\nYou know I brought it home to baby\nAnd I never spent one red cent\nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you baby, more than you'll ever know\nMore than you'll ever know\n\nI'm not tryin' to be any kind of man\nI'm tryin' to be somebody you can love, trust and understand\nI know that I can dream, yeah\nA part of you that no one else could see\nI just gotta hear, hear you say : 'It's all right, yeah, yeah, yeah'\n\nI'm only flesh and blood\nI can be anything that you demand\nI could president of General Motors baby, heh\nOr just a tiny little grain of sand\n\nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you babe, I love you babe\nI love you more than you'll ever know\n\nYeah\nYeah, yeah\n\nIf I ever leave you\nYou can say I told you so\nAnd if I ever hurt you\nYou know I hurt myself as well\n Is that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI tried to tell I love you baby, love you baby, yeah love you baby\nI love you more than you'll ever know, ooh yeah yeah ...\n\nI love you, I love you, I love you baby\n\nWell all right!\nI told you so many times before\nI love you, I love you, I love you\nIf you don't know then I'll tell you one more time\nI love you, I love you, I love you .. ",1 -6016,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Bad_Moon_Rising,happy,"""Bad Moon Rising [Verse 1]\nI see the bad moon arising\nI see trouble on the way\nI see earthquakes and lightnin'\nI see bad times today\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't go around tonight\nWell, it's bound to take your life\nThere's a bad moon on the rise\n[Verse 2]\nI hear hurricanes a blowing\nI know the end is coming soon\nI fear rivers overflowing\nI hear the voice of rage and ruin\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't go around tonight\nWell, it's bound to take your life\nThere's a bad moon on the rise\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nHope you got your things together\nHope you are quite prepared to die\nLooks like we're in for nasty weather\nOne eye is taken for an eye\n\n[Chorus]\nWell don't go around tonight\nWell it's bound to take your life\nThere's a bad moon on the rise\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't go around tonight\nWell, it's bound to take your life\nThere's a bad moon on the rise 23 ",0 -7446,Doro___Black_rose,calm,"""Black Rose I heard your echo\nAs I walked these halls\nI saw your picture\nOn the stone cold walls\nI remembered you telling me\nYour love would never die\nAnd then you turned your back and said\nGood luck and goodbye\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nI saw your taillights\nFading down the street\nI held that black rose\nAnd it smelled so sweet\nA thorn cut my fingertip\nI hurt so deep inside\nAnd I tasted the bad blood of\nA good love that died\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\n\nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd where you've gone only heaven knows\nAnd I now live where no angel goes\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nA black rose",2 -102,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___To_Fix_the_Gash_In_Your_Head,sad,"""To Fix the Gash in Your Head I want to beat you up\nI don't care, 'cause I won't feel sorry\nI want to take you down\nI know that you will see in glory\n\nI want to beat you in\nI'll make you feel my sorrow\nI want to take you out\nI'll come find you tomorrow\n\nEvery time you leave\nI go down\nI'll just wait for you to turn around\nAnd kick your head in\nI want you to let it drop\nI don't care, 'cause I won't feel sorry\nI want to mess you up\nKeep on spending time with glory\n\nI want to beat you up\nYou make me feel so hollow\nI want to take you down\nEvery word you said you said you'll swallow\n\nEvery time you leave\nWell I go down\nI'll just have to wait till you turn around\nAnd kick your head in\n\nI want to beat you up\nI don't care, 'cause I won't feel sorry\nI want to take you down\nI know that you will see in glory\n\nI want to beat you in\nI'll make you feel my sorrow\nI want to take you out\nI'll come find you tomorrow\n\nEvery time you leave\nI go down\nI'll just wait till you turn around\nAnd kick your face in\n To fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head ",1 -6775,Dean__Britta___White_Horses,calm,"""White Horses On white horses let me ride away\nTo my world of dreams so far away\nLet me run\nTo the sun\n\nTo a world my heart can understand\nIt's a gentle warm and wonderland\nFar away\nStars away\n\nWhere the clouds are made of candyfloss\nAs the day is born\nWhen the stars are gone\nWe'll race to meet the dawn\nSo when I can only see the grey\nOf a sad and very lonely day\nThat's when I\nSoftly sigh\nOn white horses\nSnowy white horses\nLet me ride away",2 -8735,Exodus___Children_Of_A_Worthless_God,anger,"""Children of a Worthless God [Verse 1]\nBrainwashed into madness\nYour children are killers without fear\nManipulate and dominate\nStealing their lives for your hate\nTwisted perverted minds\nThink as we do or you die\nDemagogue, fanatical tyrant\nA false prophet seething with lies\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds\n[Chorus]\nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\n\n[Verse 2]\nPropagation of violence\nYour one god a disease upon man\nExecution, crucifixion\nThe answer for those not in your plan\nThe penalty for contempt against your god\nIs death and nothing else\nIgnorant infidels\nAre subhuman and will all burn in hell\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds\n\n[Chorus]\nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\n [Solo: Gary]\n[Solo: Lee]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSmite the perverts and the obstinate\nPraising the death of the free\nUnited States of Islam\nThat's what you would like it to be\nViolate the unbelievers\nPraising crimes against man\nHuman rights mean nothing\nDoctrine of death a scourge upon man\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds\n\n[Chorus]\nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\n[Outro]1 ",3 -207,ATB___Long_Way_Home,calm,"""Long Way Home I'm kicking that stone\nDown your street alone\nAnd the walls criticize where I have gone\nI'm throwing that stone\nThrough your open door\nAnd the halls seem to tell me that I am wrong\n\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhere everything's overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday\nRemember that wall\nWhere we used to hide\nAnd the world seemed so dark and cold outside\nRemember that field\nWhere we used to kiss\nAnd the rain washed away our secret list\n\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhere everything's overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday\n\nNobody's home\nAnd I feel lost inside\nThere's a clock counting down\nWhat's left of time\nWhen you're all alone\nIt's easy to hesitate\nLike a girl listening to her heart break\n I'm taking the long way home\nWhere everything's overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI'm taking the long way home\n\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhere everything's overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI'm taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday ",2 -3156,Billy_Joel___Keeping_The_Faith,happy,"'Keeping the Faith [Verse 1]\nIf it seems like I\'ve been lost in ""let\'s remember""\nIf you think I\'m feelin\' older and missin\' my younger days, oh-oh\nThen you should have known me much better\n\'Cause my past is somethin\' that never got in my way, oh no\n\n[Verse 2]\nStill I would not be here now if I never had the hunger\nAnd I\'m not ashamed to say the wild boys were my friends, oh\n\'Cause I never felt the desire\n\'Til their music set me on fire\n[Chorus]\nAnd then I was saved, yeah\nThat\'s why I\'m keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe wore matador boots, only Flagg Brothers had \'em with a Cuban heel\nIridescent socks with the same color shirt and a tight pair of chinos\nOh, I put on my shark skin jacket, you know the kind with the velvet collar\nAnd ditty-bop shades, oh yeah\n\n[Verse 4]\nI took a fresh pack of Luckies and a mint called Sen-Sen\nMy old man\'s Trojans and his Old Spice aftershave, oh\nCombed my hair in a pompadour like the rest of the Romeos wore\nA permanent wave, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWe were keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith\n\n[Bridge]\nYou can get just so much from the good thing\nYou can linger too long in your dreams\nSay goodbye to the oldies but goodies\n\'Cause the good ol\' days weren\'t always good\nAnd tomorrow ain\'t as bad as it seems\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 [Verse 5]\nLearned stickball as a formal education\nLost a lot of fights but it taught me how to lose okay, oh\nI heard about sex but not enough\nI found you could dance and still look tough anyway\nOh yes I did\n\n[Verse 6]\nI found out a man ain\'t just bein\' macho\nAte an awful lot of late night drive-in food, drank a lot of take home pay\nI thought I was the Duke of Earl\nWhen I made it with a red-haired girl in a Chevrolet\nOh, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWe were keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith\n\n[Bridge]\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nYou know the good ol\' days weren\'t always good\nAnd tomorrow ain\'t as bad as it seems\n[Verse 7]\nI told you my reasons for the whole revival\nNow I\'m goin\' outside to have an ice cold beer in the shade, oh\nI\'m going to listen to my 45\'s\nAin\'t it wonderful to be alive when the rock \'n\' roll plays, yeah\nWhen the memory stays, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith\n\n[Outro]\nI\'m keepin\' the faith, yes I am\nYou know I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yes I am\nYou know I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh you know I will\nI\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yeah!\nOoh I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yeahEmbed', 'default'",0 -4908,Cartel___Wonderwall,sad,"""Wonderwall Today was gonna be the day\nThat they're gonna throw it back to you\nBy now you should've somehow\nRealized what you've got to do\nI don't believe that anybody\nFeels the way I do about you now\n\nBackbeat the word is on the street\nThat the fire in your heart is out\nI'm sure you've heard it all before\nBut you never really had a doubt\nAnd I don't believe that anybody feels\nThe way I do about you now\nAnd all the roads we have to walk along are winding\nAnd all the lights that lead us there are blinding\nThere are many things that I would\nLike to say to you\nBut I don't know how\n\nSo I said maybe\nYou're gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all\nYou're my wonderwall\n\nToday was gonna be the day\nBut they'll never throw it back to you\nBy now you should've somehow\nRealized what you've got to do\nI don't believe that anybody\nFeels the way I do about you now\n\nAnd all the roads we had to walk are winding\nAnd all the lights that lead us there are blinding\nThere are many things that I would like to say to you\nI don't know how\n\nSo I said maybe\nYou're gonna be the one that saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou're my wonderwall\n So I said maybe\nYou're gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou're my wonderwall\n\nSo I said maybe\nYou're gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou're my wonderwall\n\nSaid maybe\nYou're gonna be the one that saves me\nYou're gonna be the one that saves me\nYou're gonna be the one that saves me ",1 -8736,Exploited___Blown_To_Bits_album,anger,"'', 'default'",3 -1563,AntiFlag___Spazs_House_Destruction_Party,happy,"'Spaz’s House Destruction Party I want to tell you a little story \'bout a party\nThat went all right, but went all wrong\nI want to tell you a little story \'bout a party\nIn this song\n\nHey! Hey! Hey! Hey!\nHey! Hey! Hey!\n\nIt happened back in \'93\nIn the Pittsburgh punk rock scene\nAn event that will go down in infamy\nIt was all the master plan\nOf one legendary punk rock kid\nHis name was Spaz, S-P-A-Z\nAn eviction notice to his house sparked off an idea\n""I should have one last party at my place!""\nSo off he set with his master plan\nThe invitations in his hand\nRead, ""You\'re invited to my house destruction party!""\n\n[Chorus]\nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived\n\nLet\'s go!\n\nWe played there St. Patrick\'s Day\nWith Submachine and The Bad Genes\nIn a basement full of debris\nFrom kicked in doors, broken glass\nKnocked-out walls, the place was trashed\nThe house was now missing its support beams\n\nThe bathrooms had no toilets\nOr sinks left in them\nThere was nothing in the kitchen left to break\n""Aus-Rotten"" spray painted on walls\nDrunk punks passed out in the halls\nAnd this was just the second night\nOf a three-day long party\n [Chorus]\nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived\n\nThe cops showed up and all the kids went piling out the back\nI remember running away and hiding out in the lot behind the Squirrel Hill Mellon Bank\nThe cop said ""I want to speak to someone who lives here!"" and this punk kid said she did\nHe asked ""Is this the condition this house has always been in?"" She answered, ""Uh... yeah. It is.""\n\n[Chorus]\nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived\n\nLet\'s go! Hey!Embed', 'default'",0 -5829,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___The_Blackest_Lily,sad,"""The Blackest Lily I didn't know what the day was\nI didn't know what the time it was\nI didn't know what my heart would do\nI was afraid of nothing\nWhen you called me on the telephone\n\nI was a creature of appetites\nAnd we played a game that you didn't like\nThere wasn't nothing that I could do\nI can be so bad, I can be so bad\nThey just took it away and they broke it in two\nOh, oh\nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew\n\nThe blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon't protect my heart from you, oh, oh, oh\n\nYou were unnervingly delicate\nAnd I had a weakness for etiquette\nYou laid a trail that led straight to your door, oh\nAnd I could resist but it was hard to ignore, oh\n\nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew\n\nOh, The blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon't protect my heart from you, oh\nThe blackest lily, the blackest pony\n\nI didn't know what the day was\nI didn't know what the time it was\nI didn't know what my heart would do\n And I was afraid of nothing\nWhen you called, called me on the telephone\n\nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew, oh\n\nOh, the blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon't protect my heart from you\n\nOh, color my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew\n\nOh, the blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon't protect my heart from you, oh\nOh, oh, oh ",1 -3258,Björk___Its_Oh_So_Quiet,happy,"""It’s Oh So Quiet [Intro]\nShh, shh\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's oh, so quiet, shh, shh\nIt's oh, so still, shh, shh\nYou're all alone, shh, shh\nAnd so peaceful until\n\n[Chorus 1]\nYou fall in love, zing boom\nThe sky up above, zing boom\nIs caving in, wow bam!\n[Bridge 1]\nYou've never been so nuts about a guy\nYou wanna laugh, you wanna cry\nYou cross your heart and hope to die\n\n[Verse 2]\nTill it's over, and then, shh, shh\nIt's nice and quiet, shh, shh\nBut soon again, shh, shh\nStarts another big riot\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYou blow a fuse, zing boom\nThe devil cuts loose, zing boom\nSo what's the use, wow, bam!\nOf falling in love?\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's oh, so quiet\nIt's oh, so still\nYou're all alone\nAnd so peaceful until\n\n[Chorus 3]\nYou ring the bell, bim bam\nYou shout and you yell, hi ho-ho\nYou broke the spell\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Bridge 2]\nGee, this is swell, you almost have a fit\nThis guy is “gorge” and I got hit\nThere's no mistake, this is it!\n\n[Verse 4]\nTill it's over, and then\nIt's nice and quiet, shh, shh\nBut soon again, shh, shh\nStarts another big riot\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYou blow a fuse, zing boom\nThe devil cuts loose, zing boom\nSo what's the use, wow, bam!\nOf falling in love?\n\n[Outro]\nThe sky caves in\nThe devil cuts loose\nYou blow, blow, blow\nBlow, blow your fuse, ahh!\nWhen you fall in love\nShh15 ",0 -5936,Cradle_Of_Filth___Hallowed_Be_Thy_Name,sad,"""Hallowed Be Thy Name I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime\nReflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time\n'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to The Gallow's Pole\nThe sands of time for me are running low\nMotherfuckers!\nRunning low\n\nWhen the priest comes to read me the last rites\nI take a look through the bars at the last sights\nOf a world that has gone very wrong for me\nCan it be there's some sort of error?\nHard to stop the surmounting terror\nIs it really the end not some crazy dream?\n\nSomebody please tell me that I'm dreaming\nIt's not so easy to stop from screaming\nBut words escape me when I try to speak\nTears they flow but why am I crying\nAfter all I am not afraid of dying\nDon't I believe that there is never an end\n\nAs the guards march me out to the courtyard\nSomeone calls from a cell God be with you\nIf there's a God then why has he let me die?\n\nAs I walk all my life drifts before me\nAnd though the end is near I'm not sorry\nCatch my soul 'cause it's willing to fly away\n\nMark my words please believe my soul lives on\nPlease don't worry now that I have gone\nI've gone beyond to see the truth\n\nSo when you know that your time is close at hand\nMaybe then you'll begin to understand\nLife down there is just a strange illusion\n Oh, hallowed be thy name\nOh, hallowed be thy\nName\n\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nNo ",1 -242,Abba___Gimme_Gimme_Gimme_A_Man_After_Midnight,happy,"""TranslationsEnglishGimme! Gimme! Gimme! A Man After Midnight [Verse 1]\nHalf-past twelve\nAnd I'm watching the late show in my flat, all alone\nHow I hate to spend the evening on my own\nAutumn winds\nBlowing outside the window as I look around the room\nAnd it makes me so depressed to see the gloom\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\n\n[Verse 2]\nMovie stars\nFind the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win\nIt's so different from the world I'm living in\nTired of TV\nI open the window and I gaze into the night\nBut there's nothing there to see, no one in sight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\n\n[Bridge]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\n [Interlude]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon't somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day23 ",0 -1595,Antimatter___Ghosts,sad,"""Ghosts All the faces on the photographs have changed\nTo not confuse it all, the names remain the same\nShould I wait or let the past just fall?\nThe whispers are veiled\nShould you try to realign some day\nYou may find that there was nothing anyway\nIs it me or did we all get bored insane?\nPlaying the game\nI'm peering through the holes\nBeen digging through the dirt\nTrying to save the small yesterdays",1 -8023,Ellie_Goulding___Fighter_Plane,sad,"'Fighter Plane Stones falling down\nRoller coaster, heart pound\nFears overplayed\nTwo left feet emergency\n\nWide open space\nCatch my tail\nFishing net\nFold up my frown\nTake the rage\nAnd smooth it out\nStick to my skin\nPaper mache face to live in\nSame view to paint\nWatercolour your name\n\nFace your mistakes\nYou will never have to feel that way again\nOil your chains, under rate\nYou will never have to feel that way again\nRead every page\nPress the dents, fighter plane\n\nI held the fort, and I swung my sword I have muted the screams I have broken the falls oh I have fought, and I swung my sword I have muted the screams I have broken the falls\n\nFighter Plane\nFly away! 1Embed', 'default'",1 -7485,Downset___About_To_Blast,anger,"""About To Blast Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The\nHood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well\nWhose fault is it, and who's to blame? Well, I'm pointing my\nFingers at the ones who set up this game. This is what you've\nGiven us and that is what you've taken. Jail won't cure your\nGiven disease; You are straight mistaken. Child to child\nBlood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it's\nAbout to blast! It's gonna be on fool! Cuzz it's about to\nBlast! Mind control and it's fading fast! Huh world cuzz it's\nAbout to blast! Children crying and bullets crack! Yup cuzz\nIt's about to blast! And it's aiming at you, so what are you\nGonna do? Give it to 'em! Inner city erosion, political racial\nExplosion. Mental repression fuels that murder rate's explosi-\nOn. From canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they\nGot you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. The system fuels\nThat anger - the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 -\nBloodshed from your timebomb. You making a move on me? Fool\nYou better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it's\nAbout to blast! It's about to blast! Boom. Another dead young-\nSter on my block. Look in his face, politician, when a gun\nBlast makes his body drop. Your system killed him; mediocracy\nHanded to him, statistical product. You and the concrete made\nHime useless. Incarceration institution; 5 x 7 corruption;\nKill his mind is how you do him. Realize as they de humanize\nOur lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in\nTheir eyes. Welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli-\nCation of the generate crutch. Clear the way for defective\nMaturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct\nLies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. Social-\nLy declared obscene application of reconstructive formula\nFool! I've had enough of the blood rainfall on me! 818 - 213 -\n310 about to blast from that time bomb! Boom",3 -8704,Everything_But_The_Girl___Cross_My_Heart,calm,"'Cross My Heart [Verse 1]\nNow and then\nDo you wash your hands of me again?\nWish me anywhere but home\nDrunk and on the end of your phone\n\n[Verse 2]\nFrom time to time\nDo you guess what\'s really on my mind?\nGuess that ""How you keeping now?""\nMeans ""Where are you sleeping now""\n[Chorus]\nBut of course it\'s not polite\nTo ask you where you spent last night\nAnd if I did you might\nReply that I have no right\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nGlad that you\'re no longer mine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou\'d be appalled\nIf you knew what I was doing when you called\nYes, I can see I\'m blundering\nAlways end up wondering\n\n[Chorus]\nWill it ever be alright\nTo ask you where you spent last night?\nAnd can it be polite\nThe way we never write\nOf course I don\'t have the time\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die\n [Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, I know it\'s not polite\nTo ask you where you spent last night\nAnd if I did you might\nReply that I have no right\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nNow you\'re no longer mine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die\nI hope we never die\nI hope we never die\nI hope we never die\n\n[Outro]\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heartEmbed', 'default'",2 -4511,Bucks_Fizz___Now_Those_Days_Are_Gone,sad,"""Now Those Days Are Gone Thinking, long ago when we were young and free\nLove happened easily and dreams never died\nLife sung a pretty song, now those days are gone\n\nCrying, finding comfort in the friends we knew\nNow it's just me and you trying alone\nWe used to get along we used to now those days are gone\n\nPlaying with words when there's nothing much to say\nSearching to find what we lost along the way\nCould it be one day our feelings changed\nI hope we see it through 'cause I just can't stand the thought\nOf life without you\nDreaming, whispers echo on the summer wind\nBack where the love begins, when nights were so warm\nWith stars we could wish upon, now those days are gone\n\nWe had a chance but we lost it all somehow\nBroken the spell and our dreams lie heavy now\nCould it be some day our feelings changed\nI hope we see it though 'cause I just can't stand the thought\nOf life without you\n\nThinking, long ago when we were young and free\nLove happened suddenly and we couldn't see\nWhere we were going wrong, now those days are gone",1 -7205,Dinosaur_Jr___Flying_Cloud,sad,"""Flying Cloud Things happen and no one told me\nYou can't think, you can't drink it\nYou laughed again then you rode me\nI won't drop it, you can't stop it now\nHey lady, where you going?\nHey lady, why aren’t it snowing?\nWere you riding the chair alone?\nHey lady, where's your friend?\nHey lady, blew you off again\nDon't worry, I'll ride you up to the top\nHey lady, sorry, that's the last stop\nI'll see you I'll see you\nAll the way down\nI'll see you\nIn the large flying cloud\nI'll see you\nI'll see you\nAll the way down\nIn the large flying cloud",1 -9369,For_My_Pain___Killing_Romance,happy,"""Killing Romance No, I can't go on\nI'm waiting only for tomorrow\nLife, so meaningless and hollow\nIt's the circle of sorrow\n\nAll I once believed in is dead\nA faded halo around my head\nInnocence turns into regret\nA sinner in a white veil\n\nThe bond of trust\nBurned by lust\nOne wicked glance led into killing romance\nNow I know that death can dance\nCHORUS\n\nIn the shadows of the endless night\nI'm paying the sins with my life\nIt hurts to come into daylight\nI'm cursed to roam in the dark\n\nThe passion of life\nGone in the shade of night\nWith no belief and bleeding wings\nI'm half of the man I used to be\n\nCHORUS",0 -6319,Dan_Deacon___Woof_Woof,happy,"""Woof Woof Beast Antelope grazed the fields today\nBeast Lion eats fat and flesh away\nLeast little bugs clean the bones and say\nWithout us a price you'd all Pay\n\nBe real slow like a glue\nFeast with the hawks and let the hawks feast you\nA little piece, a little beast\nClean a little teeth with the tiny little cream priest\n\nI feel low\nBut now i know that soon go\nHow and when's what I don't know\nWhen it comes i hope that I'll still glow\nSome bees are better off left alone\nSome bees feel better off in the throne\nSome bees are friendly like you and me\nSome bees are lazy\n\nDnuorgyalp elttil ynit a nur sgniht elttil esehT\n,tsaef a ta noil ,tsaeb elttiL\n.hguorht nur s'traeh eht tub seye eht tog llitS\n.uoy ekil I ,ris yllaer ,stsaeB\n\n!yap annog er'uoy ecirp eht s'taht woN\nYas dna daor eht naelc sgub elttil tsaeL'\nYawa hself dna taf stae noiL tsaeB\nYadot sdleif eht dezarg epoletnA tsaeB\n\nSome bees are better off left alone\nSome bees feel better off in the throne\nSome bees are friendly like you and me\nSome bees are lazy\n\nPlease go wild\nLet your skin free\nHold your head up\nBeasts the big see\nFeel the rainbow\nLet the mold grow\nMove in deeper\nGo where they won't\n Free To Interpretation\n\nPlease go wild\nLet your skin free\nHold your head up\nBeasts the big see\nFeel the rainbow\nLet the mold grow\nMove in deeper\nGo where they won't ",0 -8941,Feeder___Insomnia,calm,"""Insomnia Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away\nHoping that tomorrow's gonna bring a smile back home again\nImages of palm trees sway in the wind on south beach\nTakes me back to better days, summer rays, the Everglades in June\n\nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain\n\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\nFlying high in golden skies, I'm flicking channels in my mind\nFinding my utopia a different chapter in a book\nThinking back to younger days as I escape in coopers break\nTakes me back to '84, the future's knocking at my door\n\nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain\n\nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain\n\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\n\nI'm drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\n\nTurning off the switch inside me\nLeaving all the stress behind me\nFlying over streets and houses\nPassing over the wye valley\nTakes me back to '84\nThe future's knocking at my door\n My brain, my poor brain\n\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\n\nI'm drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\n\nI'm drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia ",2 -95,A_Perfect_Circle___Orestes,sad,"""Orestes [Verse 1]\nMetaphor for a missing moment\nPull me in to your perfect circle\nOne womb, one shame, one resolve\nLiberate this will to release us all\n\n[Chorus]\nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this\nUmbilical residue\nKeeping me from killing you\n[Verse 2]\nAnd from pulling you down with me here\nI can almost hear you scream\n\n[Bridge]\nOne more medicated, peaceful moment\nGive me one more medicated, peaceful moment\nAnd I don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility\nI don't wanna feel this overwhelming hostility\n\n[Chorus]\nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this umbilical residue\nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this umbilical residue\nKeeping me from killing you\n\n[Outro]\nSnip away and sever this\nKeeping me from killing you 13 ",1 -3047,Bikini_Kill___I_Hate_Danger,anger,"'I Hate Danger [Verse 1]\nI said, ""I wanna come over""\nYou said, ""Okay, just come over""\nYour friends are all on the couch\nYour friends said, ""Let\'s walk around""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI\'ll pretend your friends are my friends\nAnd kinda try not to offend them\nBut I won\'t let you see anything real\nBut you know, there\'s limits too\n[Chorus]\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt\'s one particular point of view\nThis group dynamic caters to\nIt\'s a predictable point of view\nI think you know when it caters to you\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd if you do know, don\'t act like you don\'t\n\'Cause it\'s really annoying\nAnd if you don\'t know, well, let\'s just say\nYou\'re a lot, lot stupider than I thought\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI\'ll pretend your friends are my friends\nBut I don\'t wanna hear you defend them\nIn fact, that kind of insults me\nAnd I kinda don\'t really wanna be here right\n\n[Chorus]\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago, ago\nSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 [Outro]\nOkay, your whole thing put me in negative space for way too fucking long. The only thing that I managed to say during that time was ""I hate danger."" What I really should have said was ""You\'re so not dangerous. You\'re so not what you say you are at all.""1Embed', 'default'",3 -6694,Days_Of_The_New___Freak,sad,"""Freak Watch the time, wait for me\nPatience is reality\nI don't know how it feels\nI can't see with your foot in my face\n\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face\n\nI don't know how it feels\nI can't decide\nI can't see\nWith your nose in my business\nYour ass in my space\nYour life as my problem\nYour foot in my face\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nTrust my lie, you will die\nI can't succeed, no I can't fail\nI don't know how it feels\nI can't decide\nI can't see\nWith your nose in my business\n Your ass in my space\nYour life as my problem\nYour foot in my face\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak, hell\n\nSearching for things I can't see\nMountains in front of me\nNo nothing will conquer my existence\nFear will not discover my brain\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI won't\nI can't\nI'm lost\nI'm a freak\n\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\n\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\nOh, 'cause I'm a freak\n\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\nOh, 'cause I'm a freak\n\nI'm a freak\nI'm a freak\nOh, 'cause I'm a freak\n\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face ",1 -4198,Brendan_Benson___Good_To_Me,happy,"""Good To Me I've got a 1980 Volvo\nI get in start it off and I go\nIt ain't a vintage Cadillac\nAnd it doesn't have fins in the back\n\nAnd it'll always be good to me\nAlways be good to me\nAlways be good to me\n\nI got a beat up Supro amp\nI plug in and it sounds like a champ\nIt ain't a fender tweed deluxe\nAnd it cost me a couple hundred bucks\nAnd it'll always sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nYeah so good to me\nYeah so good to me...\n\nAnd these things are all I need\nAll these things are good to me\n\nI got a girlfriend and she's so true\nAnd no other kinda girl will do\nCoz I've known some girls in the past\nThe kinda love they got don't last\n\nAnd she'll always be true to me",0 -7843,Eftos___Hyaluron,anger,"'Hyaluron The older i get the more i know why\nMass murder and serial killers are\n\nAll great art comes from suffering\nOnly death is real\nTake us away from this rotten world\nHeartache every moment\nDont talk to me, I dont believe a word\nAll of your fears are lies\nQuestion the future\nThe Nothing is certain\nAlle Kunst kommt vom Leid\nNur der Tod ist echt\nBring uns weg von dieser Welt\nPermanenter Herzinfarkt\nSprich nicht mit mir ich glaub kein Wort\nAlle Aengste sind Luegen\nStell die Zukunft in Frage\nDas Spielzeug ist fuer immer tod\n\nTout l art vient de la peine\nSeulement la mort est vraie\nNous prendre loin de ce monde putrefie\nChagrin d amour chaque moment\nNe pas me parler, je ne croient pas un Word\nToutes vos craintes sont des mensonges\nRemettre en cause le futur\nJe suis pour toujours mort Embed', 'default'",3 -6232,DJ_Shadow___Midnight_In_A_Perfect_World,calm,"""Midnight in a Perfect World Insight, foresight, more sight\nThe clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight\n\nAh-ooh\nAh-ooh\n\nBy dark of moon\nYou came into the garden of my heart\nPlanting seeds of love\n\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nNow—\nAh-ooh\n12 o'clock\nAh-ooh\nRock-Rock-Rock-Rock the midnight rush\nAh-ooh\nAh-ooh\n\nNow—\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight\n\nBy dark of moon The midnight rush\nYou came into the garden of my heart\nPlanting seeds of love\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\n\nNow approaching, now approaching\nNow approaching, now approaching, now approaching mid—\nNow approaching\nNow approaching midni—\nNow approaching, now approaching mid—\nNow approaching mid—, now appro—\nNow approaching mid—\nNow appro—, now appro—\nNow approaching midnight 5 ",2 -8268,Eminem___Without_Me,anger,"'', 'default'",3 -1220,Anathema___Far_Away_acoustic,sad,"'Far Away acoustic One common subterranian destination\nOne life, another day\nA verstal child unveiled by temptation\nInnocence slipped away\nFar away\nBeen down so long\nToo deep the water that I tread\nSomtimes I feel myself going under\nSometimes I envy the dead\nSo take me far away Embed', 'default'",1 -4329,Britney_Spears___I_Will_Be_There,happy,"""I Will Be There [Intro]\nOh yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou don't have to say what's on your mind\n'Cause I know where you've been\nGive it up and leave it all behind\nAnd then let me begin\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on over here\nLet me show how things should be\nI will make it alright\nLet me make it clear\nYou can put your trust in me\nYes, I will be there\n[Chorus]\nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you're feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there\n\n[Verse 2]\nWon't you let me make it up to you?\nNow you know where I am\nThere ain't nothing that I wouldn't do\nJust to love once again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on over here\nLet me show how things should be\nI will make it alright\nLet me make it clear\nYou can put your trust in me\nYes, I will be there\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you're feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there\nI will be there\n [Bridge]\nJust take a stand\nI'll be here for you now and forever\nGive one more chance\nTo show you how much I care\nI'll be there\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you need someone\nJust turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you're in sorrow\nJust let me know and I will be there\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there I will be there\nWhen you're feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there I will be there\n\n[Outro]\nI'll be there I will be there\nI will be there I will be there4 ",0 -4560,Burial___Night_Bus,sad,"'Night Bus [Wordless vocalizing] Embed', 'default'",1 -8702,Everything_But_The_Girl___I_Dont_Understand_Anything,sad,"""I Don’t Understand Anything [Verse 1]\nWhat is it that I think I need?\nIs there love in me that wants to be freed?\nOr is it selfishness and ego\nWe carry with us everywhere that we go?\nThis feeling that life's incomplete\nDo you feel that too?\nDo you want what I want?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can't begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt's cause I don't understand anything\n[Verse 2]\nAnd people say that we're so close\nHow can there be something that I don't know\nOh but even though I share your bed\nBaby, I don't get inside your head\nThis feeling of some mystery\nDo you feel that too?\nDo you know what I mean?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can't begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt's cause I don't understand anything\n\n[Bridge]\nWatch me stumble, watch me trip\nMy fingers loose their grip\nNow I'm down on my knees\nIs that what you wanted to see?\nWhat is it that I think I need?\nWhat is it that I think I need?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can't begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt's cause I don't understand anything\n [Outro]\nYou reach for me from miles away\nYou reach for me from miles away ",1 -1871,Arsonists_Get_All_The_Girls___My_Cups_Half_Empty,anger,"""My Cup’s Half Empty The hunt is over now\nYou've almost made it out\nIt took us several days\nTo remove your tumor thought benign\n\nBracing for it\nMy how the tables have turned\nI said my how the tables have turned\n\nDon't look down\nI hold in my hands the answers to life\nSix heads to a neck, and I know\nThey try to survive in the night\nThick are their wits, they have many names\nThey reach for a kiss and end\nAll of those with alloy and aim\nTrust us, they'll say this won't hurt a bit\n\nPain has the worst taste in its mouth\nAnger will deliver you into the deepest of mind\n\nHate condemns a man of trusting his love\nTime knows truth is only saying I\n\nIn The Empyreans\nI wake to the sound of your voice\nThe thought of you\nBeing gone tears at my insides\nTossing and turning every night\nI cling to memories we have lived in our lives\nI wished all our moments last forever\nTake back time, take back everything\n\nAs I tell what has happened\nIt appears to me that this is\nWhat it will be like from now on. Stare at change\nFilled with questions, take myself on. I deploy the ways\nIt was meant to be\nAnd the ways we dreamt to fear\nOn our shoulders\nIts weight stays and grows\nAs does my heart when I notice you\nWatching us\n Never forgetting what you stood for\nTaking chances, overcoming fears\nWhenever in doubt\nI turn to you for the answers ",3 -6477,Darren_Hayes___Listen_All_You_People,happy,"""Listen All You People [Chorus]\nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI've got time for you\nYou can call your friends\nFor we're headed on a journey\n\n[Verse 1]\nAll the lonely\nThe mad\nAll the bad\nHold a sec\nI've got a message for you:\nNothing's peaches and cream\nNothing's quite what it seems\nThey've been lying to you\nAll you unhappy wives\nAll you pregnant brides\nAll you geeks\nAnd you queens\nAll you sick\nAnd you poor\nAll the drunks\nOn the floor\nWell, I'm calling to you\n\n[Chorus]\nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI've got time for you\nYou can call your friends\nFor we're headed on a journey\nWe've been held down\nWe've been pushed down now\nWe're through\n\n[Verse 2]\nAll the freaks\nAll the queers\nAll the thumbs\nAll the steers\nWell it's time to give in\nThere's crack in the door\nIt's okay to want more\nYou've been dying for years\nAll the races you lost\nAll the lovers that cost you\nThe hard earned sleep\nAll the stifled reactions\nThe screams you been acting\nLike no one can hear you\n [Chorus]\nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI've got time for you\n\n[Bridge]\nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through\n\nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through\n\nListen all you people\nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nAll you lonely and deserted\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through\n\n[Chorus]\nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nWe've been held down\nWe've been pushed down now\nWe're through\nListen all you people\nAre you lonely and deserted? ",0 -9600,From_First_to_Last___I_Once_Was_Lost_But_Now_Am_Profound,sad,"'I Once Was Lost, But Now Am Profound I\'d be a lying man if I said that ""Everything was fine,""\nBut sometimes lying\'s really the truth in disguise\nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right with my soul\nTwo different loves with a similar glow\n\nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI\'m a tyrant you\'re a crook\nAnd we\'re all just selfish for a line with a hook\nAnd there\'s nothing in this ghost town but the cries and the souls that we\'ve found\n\nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\n\nWhat a mess I become\nI\'m not sure if I\'m the right one\nIt\'s not just me; it\'s my whole generation\nGeneration\nGeneration\n\nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right\nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right with my soul\nWith my soul\nWith my soul\nWith my soul\n I\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my doorEmbed', 'default'",1 -5099,Chad_Vangaalen___Willow_Tree,sad,"""Willow Tree [Verse 1]\nSleep all day just waiting for the sun to set\nI hang my clothes up on the line\nWhen I die I'll hang my head beside the willow tree\nWhen I'm dead is when I'll be free\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you can take my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nYou can use the kerosene\nTake my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nSend it out to sea\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n[Chorus]\nSo you can take my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nYou can use the gasoline\nTake my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nSend it out to sea",1 -5809,Copeland___Take_Care,happy,"""Take Care I'll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI'll be there\n\nIt was a straight-faced lie I believed\nIt was a straight-faced lie, you would ever leave me\nSo for now, I'll keep believing your words\nAnd soon enough, my strength will return\n\nI'll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI'll be there\nI'll be right there\nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\n\nLet me draw the blinds for you\nYou can watch the sunset from the bed in your hospital room\nUntil you're sleeping\nAnd I'm sure I don't understand how I found a love so pure\n\nI'll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI'll be there\nI'll be right there\n\nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\n\nDon't lift a finger\nLet me show you\nThe only way to let this go\nDon't lift a finger\nLet me hold you\nHold you here until the pain, it has all gone\n I'll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI'll be there\nI'll be right there\n\nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\n\nI'll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI'll be there\nI'll be right there\n\nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there\nI'll be right there ",0 -7432,Dope___Crazy,anger,"""Crazy Are you looking\nAre you laughing at me?\nYou're reminiscing\nAnd do you remember me?\n\nYou wouldn't talk to me\nYou shut the door on me\nYou left me there standing\nDo you remember me?\n\nTry how I try to keep it in inside ya crazy\nTry how I try to keep it in inside ya crazy\nI'm not going\nI'm not going crazy\n\nShow me cause I can't see\nHelp me cause I can't breathe\nDrowning, I'm in too deep\nHelp me, I know that\n\nI'm not going\nI'm not going crazy\n\nAre you rejoicing\nAbout my decrease?\nWell is he looking\nAnd does he look like me?\n\nI'm not going\nI'm not going crazy\n\nShow me cause I can't see\nHelp me cause I can't breathe\n\nI'm not going\nI'm not going\nI'm not going\nI'm not going crazy",3 -4629,CKY___Escape_From_Hellview,anger,"'Escape from Hellview Verse 1:\nThe fire dies on its own, leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone\nI think that something is out there waiting, anticipation has grown\nThe air as black as can be, can\'t even see that my hand is in front of me\nI\'m overhearing a whisper, ""They won\'t escape until the blood is set free""\n\nBridge 1:\nSo turn back, the silence is deafening\nTurn back, don\'t let them see you again\nThey make the rounds at the midnight hour\nAnd on the clock it\'s just a minute away\nBridge 2:\nSo we\'re hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed\nAnd the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease\n\nVerse 2:\nNow I\'m finding my friends, Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence\nI\'m on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey, I enjoy the intense\n\nBridge 1:\nBridge 2: ""And the hunger"" is replaced with ""When the hunger""\n\nHook:\nNo experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through\nIf it\'s the last thing I will do, I\'ll be the one that will escape from Hellview\nAnd I will!\n\nBridge 1: 2x\nBridge 2: ""And the hunger"" is replaced with ""When the hunger""\nHook: 1Embed', 'default'",3 -8165,Elvis_Presley___Let_Me_Be_Your_Teddy_Bear,happy,"""Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear [Verse 1]\nBaby, let me be your loving teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don't wanna be a lion\n'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough\n[Verse 2]\nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\n\n[Verse 3]\nBaby, let me be around you every night\nRun your fingers through my hair\nAnd cuddle me real tight\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don't wanna be a lion\n'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\n Oh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\nI just wanna be your teddy bear whoo4 ",0 -8710,Everything_But_The_Girl___Before_Today,sad,"""Before Today [Verse 1]\nI don't want excuses\nI don't want your smiles\nI don't want to feel like we're apart a thousand miles\nI don't want your attitude\nI don't want your things\nI don't want a phone that never rings\n\n[Refrain]\nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now\n[Verse 2]\nI don't want your history\nI don't want that stuff\nI want you to shut your mouth\nThat would be enough\nI don't care if you've been here before\nYou don't understand\nTonight, I feel above the law, I'm coming in to land\n\n[Refrain]\nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now\n\n[Bridge]\nMy heart is that much harder now\nThat's what I thought before today\nMy heart is that much harder now\nAnd I thought that it would stay that way, before today\nBefore today\nI don't want a phone that never rings\n\n[Refrain]\nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love 1 ",1 -5655,Colbie_Caillat___The_Little_Things,happy,"""The Little Things [Verse 1]\nThe little things you do to me are\nTaking me over, I wanna show you\nEverything inside of me, oh\nLike a nervous heart that is crazy beating\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nMy feet are stuck here, against the pavement\nI wanna break free, I wanna make it\nCloser to your eyes, get your attention\nBefore you pass me by\n[Chorus]\nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon't you Mess up, mess up\nI don't wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain't just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don't you say that I'd be\nBetter off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering if\nI'm better off, better off, without you, boy\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd every time you notice me by\nHolding me closely and saying sweet things\nI don't believe that it could be\nYou speaking your mind and saying the real thing\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nMy feet have broke free, and I'm leaving\nI'm not gonna stand here, feeling lonely but...\nI don't regret it\nAnd I won't think this was just a waste of time\n\n[Chorus]\nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon't you Mess up, mess up\nI don't wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain't just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don't you say that I'd be\nBetter off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering if\nI'm better off, better off, without you, boy\n [Bridge]\nDon't just leave, me, hanging on\nDon't just leave, me, hanging on\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe little things, you do to me are\nTaking me over, I wanna show you\nEverything inside of me\nLike a nervous heart that is crazy beating\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nMy feet are stuck here, against the pavement\nI wanna break free, I wanna make it\nCloser to your eyes, get your attention\nBefore you pass me by\nDon't just leave me hanging on\n\n[Chorus]\nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon't you Mess up, mess up\nI don't wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain't just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don't you say that I'd be\nBetter off, better off, sitting by myself and wondering if\nDon't just leave me hanging on\nI'm better off, better off without you boy\nDon't just leave me hanging on\n[Outro]\nDon't just leave me hanging on\nDon't just leave me hanging on\nDon't just leave me hanging on\nDon't just leave me hanging on1 ",0 -3896,Boney_M___Sunny,happy,"""Sunny Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain\nSunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain\nThe dark days are gone\nAnd the bright days are here\nMy Sunny one shines so sincere\nSunny one so true, I love you\n\nSunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet\nSunny, thank you for the love you brought my way\nYou gave to me your all and all\nNow I feel ten feet tall\nSunny one so true, I love you\nSunny, thank you for the truth you let me see\nSunny, thank you for the facts from A to Zee\nMy life was torn like a windblown sand\nAnd the rock was formed when you held my hand\nSunny one so true, I love you\n\nSunny\n\nSunny, thank you for the smile upon your face\nSunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace\nYou're my spark of nature's fire\nYou're my sweet complete desire\nSunny one so true, I love you\n\nSunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain\nSunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain\nThe dark days are gone\nAnd the bright days are here\nMy Sunny one shines so sincere\nSunny one so true, I love you\n\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you 6 ",0 -9246,Flogging_Molly___Drunken_Lullabies,happy,"""Drunken Lullabies [Verse 1]\nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nFive hundred years like gelignite\nHave blown us all to hell\nWhat savior rests while on his cross we die\nForgotten freedom burns\nHas the Shepherd led his lambs astray\nTo the bigot and the gun\n\n[Chorus]\nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin' drunken lullabies\n[Verse 2]\nI watch and stare as Roisin's eyes\nTurn a darker shade of red\nAnd the bullet with this sniper lie\nIn their bloody gutless cell\nMust we starve on crumbs from long ago\nThrough bars these men made steel\nIs it a great or little thing we fought\nKnelt the conscience blessed to kill\n\n[Chorus]\nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin' drunken lullabies\n\n[Bridge]\nAh, but maybe it's the way we were taught\nOr maybe it`s the way we thought\nBut a smile never grins without tears to begin\nFor each kiss is a cry we all lost\nThough nothing is left to gain\nBut for the banshee that stole the grave\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin' drunken lullabies\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37 [Verse 3]\nI sit in and dwell on faces past\nLike memories seem to fade\nNo color left, but black and white\nAnd soon we'll all turn grey\nBut may these shadows rise to walk again\nWith lessons truly learnt\nWhen the blossom flowers in each our hearts\nShall beat a new found flame\n\n[Chorus]\nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin' drunken lullabies6 ",0 -9659,Funker_Vogt___Blind_Rage,sad,"""Blind Rage With an inward turning gaze\nOf one who sees his own truth\nCertainly a true believer\nIn his superior mind\nHard times always bring about\nA certain need for escape\nHere we all let everyone\nBury his head in the sand\n\nThe lie, the war and the death\nNow it's time to confess\nWhat happened here so long ago\nAnd do not claim that you don't know\nRight here, right now, we are all one\nNo more a nation divided\nConvinced by a leader we are all stunned\nThe time has passed we cannot hide it\nA whole nation in blind rage\nMore dangerous than anything\nWhatever you will believe\nWhatever will come to your mind\n\nThe lie, the war and the death\nNow it's time to confess\nWhat happened here so long ago\nAnd do not claim that you don't know\nRight here, right now, we are all one\nNo more a nation divided\nConvinced by a leader we are all stunned\nThe time has passed we cannot hide it",1 -3968,Bouncing_Souls__The___Say_Anything,happy,"""Say Anything I wanna make you know I can do everything\nBut I don't ever show you how I really am\nI wish I could say I have no regrets\nI wanted too much from you\n\nI don't want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nI have no regrets today\n\nBut I'm so nervous that I lose my cool\nEvery time I pick up the phone and try to call you\nStanding out in the freezing cold until I'm numb\nWondering why I'm always acting so dumb\nI don't want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nThat I have no regrets today\n\nThings just happened to turn out this way\nI can't say I have no regrets today\nThings happened to turn out this way\nI can't say I have no regrets today",0 -6870,Denis_Leary___Fat_Fucks,anger,"'Fat Fucks Been to Vegas lately, any of you? Cause I was there for a couple of weeks, when we were on tour. Yeah, okay. You know what I noticed in Vegas? I noticed this one little thing: we have some fat fucking people in this country. It is out of control! Have you seen them sitting at the slot machines? They\'re so fat the stool\'s all the way up their ass, and they just sit there and have food delivered, and they eat and play the slots. ""AHHMUMFMUMF, CLANG!, AHHMUMMFFMUMMFF, CLANG! I need money, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG."" They fart, the stool flies across the room. These people make Elvis look anorexic, you know what I\'m talking about? Stop eating! I am fed up with the little denial phrases they have, too. ""I\'m not fat, I\'m husky."" Yeah. ""I\'m portly."" Ya ya ya ya. ""I\'m stout."" Oh, ok ok ok. ""I\'m big-boned."" You\'re big-assed! Dinosaurs are big-boned! Put the fork down. We gotta do something, because we all have fat people in our families. You know what, if we don\'t stop \'em soon, they\'re just gonna start blowin\' up, I swear to God. We\'re gonna have a country full of sumo wrestlers either way\n\nAnd they keep finding more denial stuff. There\'s a doctor now, I\'d like to see what size he is, a doctor in L.A. came up with a theory that being fat is actually a virus. Ah, I guess I\'m the asshole here, right? Cause every other virus we know about is a flesh-eating virus: the common cold, AIDS, cancer. But he\'s the found the one that makes ya bigger. Okay, yep yep yep yep yep. That\'s all the fat person in each family needs. Now we\'re at Thanksgiving with the fat person going, ""Well I\'m not actually overeating. AHHMUMFMUMF, I\'m trying to keep the virus at bay, AHHMUMFMUMF."" Look, I\'m trying to help here, okay? You have a choice: it\'s either me, or Richard Simmons coming over to your house, okay? He\'s gonna cry and shave his legs, I think you want me, I really do. I think I\'m the better choice. And there are definitely signs, folks, that you should stop eating. Let\'s make that very clear\n\nRemember the 7,000 pound guy on Long Island a couple years ago, had chest pains, and they had to cut a wall out of the house to get him to the house to get him to the hospital. Folks, that\'s the first sign. When you\'re calling the construction crew before you call the hospital, STOP FUCKING EATING! ""Look, I\'m having chest pains. Knock this wall down here. Yeah, get a crane and a dumpster to take me to the hospital. And then, uh, call ahead to the hospital, get some walls taken out over there, and get me a dozen donuts, cause this fucking virus is killing me, it really is.""\n\nSee, I could never be a fat guy. I\'ll tell you why. One simple reason: the first day I wake up and can\'t see my dick, I STOP EATING! OK? ""Honey, I can\'t see my dick. Give the dog some of the food, cause I\'m going to Ethiopia. I CAN\'T SEE IT! Can you see it? I can\'t feel it!"" Freak. I have to see my dick first thing in the morning. That\'s the kind of relationship we have. Wake up, first thing, ""Hey, how ya doing!"" ""Good, how ya doing?"" ""Terrific, you wanna jerk off now?"" ""Ya, why not!"" Oh yeah, jerkin\' off is like an aerobic thing for me now. I\'m forty, now I do it every day. I do it eeevery day. I\'ve even gone beyond porno, I\'m back to regular network TV. Oh yeah. People wonder why ""Caroline in the City"" is getting such big ratings. I\'ll tell you why! I know why!\n\nI love my dick. My dick loves me. I love my balls too, it\'s kind of a love triangle thing we have going on. I love my dick more than my balls, but don\'t tell my balls that because that would bum my balls out. Wait, let President Leary clarify that last statement: I love my dick, but I\'m no John Wayne Bobbitt, you know what I mean? Like, if my wife cuts my dick off, I\'m not telling anybody. Nobody\'s finding out! I don\'t care if the cops show up at my house, with the dick, ""Nope, no, not mine. No, I never had a dick. I\'m a eunuch, that\'s right. \'No Dick Leary,\' that\'s my nickname. I\'m actually saving up to buy a vagina, that\'s what I\'m doing right now. But thanks for dropping by, fellas. CLANG!""\n\nI also wanna make an announcment, that I am pro-tit all the way. President Leary is pro-tit all the way. I love tits. I would like to be the mayor of Tit Town if I could. I\'d like to drive a big truck full of tits down the Tit Turnpike right through the middle of Tit Town. I\'d like to have my own talk show about tits, ""Tit Talk"". That\'s how passionate I am about the tits, I love \'em all. I actually love the small tits better than the big tits because the big tits get all the attention. The peach and plum little hand-shaped tits, they\'re great. I love to look at \'em. ""How ya doin!"" talk to \'em, ""What\'s goin\' on? Look at me! I\'ve got my face next to a tit!"" Men are mollified by tits. We don\'t know why, we just are. We don\'t have to see naked tits to get mollified, we just freeze up even at the sight of cleavage. Waitress leans over the table the wrong way... That\'s how we can end war. Get the Good Year blimp, paint it up like a tit, put a nipple on it. Fly it over the Middle East during a confrontation, ""Look at the tit! Look at the tiiiiit! The tiiiiiiit! The tiiiiiiit!""\n-----------------\n\nbackwards gibberish\n\n""What are you doing, man?"" Embed', 'default'",3 -1144,Amy_MacDonald___Run,sad,"'Run [Verse 1]\nWill you tell me when the lights are fading?\n\'Cause I can\'t see, I can\'t see no more\nWill you tell me when the song stops playing?\n\'Cause I can\'t hear, I can\'t hear no more\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe said, ""I don\'t know what you\'re living for""\nShe said, ""I don\'t know what you\'re living for at all""\nHe said, ""I don\'t know what you\'re living for""\nHe said, ""I don\'t know what you\'re living for at all""\n[Chorus]\nBut I will run until my feet no longer run no more\nAnd I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more\nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live for\n\n[Verse 2]\nWill you tell me when the fighting\'s over?\n\'Cause I can\'t take, I can\'t take no more\nWill you tell me when the day is done?\n\'Cause I can\'t run, I can\'t run no more\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe said, ""I don\'t know what you did it for""\nShe said, ""I don\'t know what you did it for at all""\nHe said, ""I don\'t know what you did it for""\nHe said, ""I don\'t know what you did it for at all""\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I will run until my feet no longer run no more\nAnd I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more\nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live for\n [Outro]\nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live forEmbed', 'default'",1 -3681,Blue_States___Walkabout,sad,"""Walkabout Um\nI wish everybody would be quiet\nAnd nice Yeah\nAnd don't throw rocks Yeah\nAnd don't shoot guns Right\nAnd come home safe Right\nCause we miss ya'\nCause we miss ya'\nAnd come home safe Right\nCause we miss ya'\nUm\nUm\nUm\nI wish everybody would be quiet",1 -3808,Bobby_Darin___Beyond_the_Sea,happy,"""Beyond the Sea Somewhere beyond the sea\nSomewhere waiting for me\nMy lover stands on golden sands\nAnd watches the ships that go sailing\nSomewhere beyond the sea\nShe's there watching for me\nIf I could fly like birds on high\nThen straight to her arms\nI'd go sailing\nIt's far beyond the stars\nIt's near beyond the moon\nI know beyond a doubt\nMy heart will lead me there soon\n\nWe'll meet beyond the shore\nWe'll kiss just as before\nHappy we'll be beyond the sea\nAnd never again I'll go sailing\nAh!\n\nI know beyond a doubt, ow!\nMy heart will lead me there soon\nWe'll meet I know we'll meet beyond the shore\nWe'll kiss just as before\nHappy we'll be beyond the sea\nAnd never again I'll go sailing\n\nNo more sailing\nSo long, sailing\nBye, bye, sailing\nMove on out, captain... 13 ",0 -9429,Frank_Black_And_The_Catholics___Nadine,happy,"""Nadine There goes Nadine\nHead to toe in black\nThere goes Nadine\nHead to toe in black\nWhen I see Nadine\nI want that\n\nWill she let me in\nUnderneath her clothes?\nWill she let me in\nUnderneath her clothes?\nThat girl got skin\nLike a ghost\nOh I think that witchy lady\nBeen cooking up some spells\n‘Cause when she walks on by\nYou know I love\nThe way she smells\n\nShe has a big gray car\nShe could take me for a ride\nShe has a big gray car\nShe could take me for a ride\nMaybe we'll park\nAnd I'll drive\n\nThere goes Nadine x5\nNadine",0 -4037,Boyzone___Must_Have_Been_High,happy,"""Must Have Been High And I must have been high\nAnd I must have been high\n\nI thought of every reason\nExcuses I could give\nBut all it took was one to break your heart\nAnd I must have been high\nI thought it would be easy\nAssumed you would forgive\nBut now I gotta beg you girl\nCan't stand to be apart\nAnd I must've been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere's no you and I\nAnd I must've been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nGirl I'd miss you so\n\nI wanted to move on girl\nNo time to settle down\nDidn't wanna give my love to only you\nBut since you have been gone girl\nI took a look around\nAnd if I've gotta beg you girl\nThat's what I'm gonna do\n\nAnd I must've been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere's no you and I\nAnd I must have been high now baby\nAnd I must've been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nGirl I miss you so\n Oh girl\nI'll give you everything I gotta give\nOh girl\nAnd I will make it all up I swear to you\nOh girl\nAll I'm askin' you please is to forgive me girl\nThat's what you gotta do\n\nAnd I must have been...\nSo high...\nSo high...\nAnd I must have been high\noooh oh yeah now tell me baby\noooh\n\nAnd I must've been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere's no you and I\nAnd I must have been high now baby\nAnd I must've been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nto fade ",0 -2028,Atari_Teenage_Riot___No_Success,anger,"""No Success I've had enough of doing my part\nI wanna run off - cast off - no success!\nGonna let go of all the shit! break with you all!\nNo success!\nToo much passion to walk in the line...\n\nCome on!\nI expose your lifestyle - your concept of degredation!\nNo success! no success!\nNo success! no success!\nWe 'bout ta blow the f**kin' place!\nF**k lucks and leprachauns u get stepped upon\nIn a sec u gone transform like a Decepticon\nStayin' a step beyond light years\nYou're playin' upon my fears\nI switch gears and bringin' fear to those within my sphere\nTry to hold me down control my sound what is it u stupid\nMy crew split doom's like toothpick's home do u know who u fool with\nThrew accoustics with cool shit f**k bullshit who you with\nArsonists set fires u getting tired you'll have - no success!\nYou thought we fell from your weak spell\nDo tell friends and foes - we 'bout ta bring ya to hell\nWhat's that smell? no success!\nFollow if you can hollow is your plan withstand society\nGovernment's eyin' me lyin' to me\nElectric chairs fryin' me!\nDamn f**kin' right! you take the truth out of my head!\nBang! and then I understand...\nRadical - dressed up like a fashion style...\nWild youth - sold out! and who asks why?\n\nSearch my house and search my car!\nI don't have anything to lose!\nUse me! rip me off! accuse me...\nThe message is clear - no success!\nNo success! no success! x3\n\nYou are a soldier on the industrial battlefield...\nYou know I don't love for sale but you f**k to die!\nI don't want to make a secret of it! your success is just a lie!\nThat's how we live but how are you? I don't want to work for any of you!\nNo more engine of your game - this time you gonna burn a blaze!\nI say no! no! no! no! no success!\nI say no! no! no! no! no success!\n\nNo success! no success!\nDouble tall latte, call me baby\nDouble tall latte, mobile phone\nDouble tall latte, super briefcase\nCall me but I'm at the mall\n\n...locked in - I can't move and I'd say:\nF**k you! cause we're still on course...\n His suicide, his suicide, his suicide\nHis suicide, his suicide, his...\n\nNo success! no success!\nNo success!\nCome on! come on!\nNo success! no success!1 ",3 -6661,David_Thomas_Broughton___Walking_Over_You,calm,"""Walking Over You I try to pressurize the parts of you I'm wanting\nTry to manipulate your point of view\nI wish that you were not going where you're going\nEverybody's walking over you",2 -4490,Bryan_Adams___Here_I_Am,happy,"""Here I Am [Verse 1]\nHere I am, this is me\nI come into this world so wild and free\nHere I am, so young and strong\nRight here in the place where I belong\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a new world, it's a new start\nIt's alive with the beating of a young heart\nIt's a new day in a new land\nAnd it's waiting for me\nHere I am\n[Chorus]\nOh, it's a new world, it's a new start\nIt's alive with the beating of a young heart\nYeah, it's a new day in a new land\nAnd it's waiting for me\nHere I am\n\n[Instrumental]See Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 4 ",0 -1857,Army_Of_Lovers___La_Plage_De_Saint_Tropez,happy,"""La Plage de Saint Tropez We drink tea for two\nThe sky is blue and I love you\nIt's in your eyes you love me too\nWhere it never rains\nWe take a shower of champagne\nLet's dance away let's go insane\n\nCrying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI'll survive the winter of paris\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we're in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we're in love\n\nWe drink lemonade\nAt the casino we get paid\nAttend a midnight masquerade\nPlayboys on the run\nWe meet khashoggi with a gun\nThey say the two of us are one\n\nCrying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI'll survive the winter of paris\n\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we're in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we're in love\n Crying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI'll survive the winter of paris\n\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we're in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we're in love\n\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la\n\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la1 ",0 -4251,Brian_Wilson___Wonderful,sad,"""Wonderful - Beginning of the Second Movement -\n\n[Verse 1]\nShe belongs there left with her liberty\nNever known as a non-believer\nShe laughs and stays in the one-one-one-wonderful\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe knew how to gather the forest when\nGod reached softly and moved her body\nOne golden locket\nQuite young and loving her mother and father\n[Verse 3]\nFarther down the path was a mystery\nThrough the recess, the chalk and numbers\nA boy bumped into her one-one-one-wonderful\n\n[Verse 4]\nAll fall down and lost in the mystery\nLost it all to a non-believer\nAnd all that's left is a girl\nWho's loved by her mother and father\n\n[Verse 5]\nShe'll return in love with her liberty\nChased away from the non believer\nShe'll sigh and thank God for one- one- one- wonderful",1 -5316,Chris_Cornell___Seasons,calm,"""Seasons [Verse 1]\nSummer nights and long warm days\nAre stolen as the old moon falls\nAnd the mirror shows another face\nAnother place to hide it all\nAnother place to hide it all\n\n[Hook]\nAnd I'm lost, behind\nThe words I'll never find\nAnd I'm left behind\nAs seasons roll on by\n[Verse 2]\nSleeping with a full moon blanket\nSand and feathers for my head\nDreams have never been the answer\nAnd dreams have never made my bed\nDreams have never made my bed\n\n[Hook]\nAnd I'm lost, behind\nAnd the words I'll never find\nAnd I'm left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\nYeah\nWoo hoo\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I want to fly above the storm\nBut you can't grow feathers in the rain\nAnd the naked floor is cold as hell\nThe naked floor reminds me\nOh, the naked floor reminds me\n\n[Hook]\nThat I'm lost, behind\nThe words I'll never find\nAnd I'm left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\n [Verse 4]\nIf I should be short on words\nAnd long on things to say\nCould you crawl into my world\nAnd take me worlds away?\nShould I be beside myself\nAnd not even stay\n\nOoooooooooo\n\n\n[Hook]\nAnd I'm lost, behind\nThe words I'll never find\nAnd I'm left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\nYeah3 ",2 -4675,Cake___Race_Car_YaYas,happy,"""Race Car Ya-Yas The land of race car ya-yas\nThe land where you can't change lanes\nThe land where large, fuzzy dice\nStill hang proudly\nLike testicles from rear-view mirrors\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nThe land where you can't change lanes\nThe land where large, fuzzy dice\nStill hang proudly\nLike testicles from rear-view mirrors\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nYa-yas\n\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nRace car ya-yas",0 -36,112___U_Already_Know,happy,"""U Already Know [Intro - Slim]\nUh, 112\nUh, Oh baba-ba-baby\n\n[Verse 1 - Slim]\nTonight's your night girl Yes\nI'm trynin' to give you that thing to make you say Yes\nFrom the kitchen floor down to the fire place Yes\nInsense burning, your body's talking that shit to me\nCancel that phone Yes\nThe only sound I'm tryin' to hear is your moan Yes\nYou ridin' topless, no panties on Yes\nAnd I've been thinkin' 'bout this all day long\nYou're giving me the fire though..\n[Hook 2X]\nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don't ask no questions, you already know\n\n[Verse 2 -Q]\nIs your girl Jenny home Yes\nCall her up and tell her it's 'bout to be on Yes\nTell her don't show if it ain't heels and thongs Yes\nI can already see it, ooh what a feeling\nJust don't Yes\nGet jealous if I hit that to hard Yes\nCuz you come first\nYou know your my heart Yes\nCuz it'll always be your's, girl I'm 'bout to turn you out\n\n[Hook 2X]\nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don't ask no questions, you already know\n\n[Bridge - Daron]\nYou know just how I like it to see it\nYou know just how I like to see it\nYou know just how I like beat it, you already know\nYou know I like to go down and eat it\nI love it when you go down and eat it\nAnd you know I won't stop until you get it, you already know\n [Hook 2X]\nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don't ask no questions, you already know1 ",0 -5549,Clawfinger___Do_What_I_Say,anger,"""Do What I Say Don't to this don't do that\nDon't you ever talk back\nDon't speak with food in your mouth\nJust keep quiet while the grown ups are talking\nI'm not being mean I'm just being fair\nIt's just because I really care\nYou know that I love you\nBut shut your mouth you just have to do what I say\nI don't want you to lie\nYou're much too old to cry\nYou're just to young to know\nBut when you're older you'll understand\nYou are mine I own you\nLook at me I'm talking to you\nDon't use that tone to me\nSo shut your mouth you just have to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way\n\nI've paid to raise you good\nDone everything I could so don't you dare to say\nThat I ever cared about you anyway\nI gave you good food to eat\nI kept you on your feet\nI gave you all my good advice\nNot once did I hear you thank me for all that I've done\nYou don't know anything\nAbout my suffering\nI went through a lot of pain\nJust to get you where you are today\nIf I ever hit you\nIt's because I have to\nYou have done something wrong\nAnd you deserve the punishment, you'll have to pay\n\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way\n Don't ask me why not\nBe glad with what you've got\nDOn't tell me you're alone\nYou should be glad that you have a home\nJust look me in the eyes\nYou have to realize\nI make the rules that's it\nIt's for your own good so you have to do what I say\n\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way ",3 -143,AA_Bondy___To_The_Morning,sad,"""To The Morning What are the chances of three Libras\nThree brothers\n\nHh take them back to the morning\nOh take them back where they may shine\n\nAnd each drop of rain\nGoes by in May\nAnd I knew them\nThey are not to blame\nOh take me back to the morning\nOh take me back where I may shine\n\nAnd if you need a hand put away your hand\nAnd speak the words you will understand\nThen you'll return to the morning\nThen you'll return where you may shine, shine, shine",1 -6138,Cybotron___Cosmic_Cars,sad,"""Cosmic Cars Sitting in my car, driving very far\nDriving all alone, far away from home\nMusic's playing loud, a hundred thirty miles\nStepping on the gas, accelerating fast\n\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\n\nI wish i could escape from this crazy place\nFantasy or dream, I'll take anything\nSuddenly surprise, right before my eyes\nAll i see are stars, and other cosmic cars\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\n\nIs going, is going, is going\n\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\n\nIs going\n\nMy cosmic car\n\nI love my car, and drive it real fast\nI love my car, and stepping on the gas\n\nMy cosmic car",1 -5438,Chroma_Key___Sad_Sad_Movie,sad,"""Sad Sad Movie My mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going\nLove is in the room but I don't know it, love is in the sails but I kept rowing\n\nSad sad movie, sad sad movie, sad sad movie, I see that now\n\nMy mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going\nLove is on the rails but I'm still rolling\nLove is on the lawn but I keep mowing\n\nSad sad movie, sad sad movie\nSad sad movie, I see that now",1 -785,Alicia_Keys___Saviour,calm,"""Saviour [Verse 1]\nOoh, baby, now\nI'm tellin' ya\nWhen you need me, I'm there for you anytime\nOoh, baby, now\nJust call my name\nI'm runnin' to get ya anything, I don't mind 'cause boy, it's in my nature\nI don't care\n'Cause that's just the way I am\nI don't mind 'cause you're so deserving\nLoving you with all that I am\nOh!\nAfter I've give my all\nYou'll be there to catch me if I fall\n[Chorus]\nWho's gonna save me\nWhen I'm empty?\nI need a someone to fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n'Cause when I'm out saving you\nBaby, who's saving me?\n\n[Verse 2]\nBaby, I'm a special kind\nCall at the last minute\nI'll be on time\nI'll take an inch and make a mile\nDon't worry, I got ya, I'll hold you down\nI don't mind\n'Cause boy, it's my pleasure\nI don't care\n'Cause that's just the way I am\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't mind\n'Cause baby, you're my treasure\nLoving you with all that I am\nOh!\nIf I'm all down and hung out to dry\nIf there's nothing left\nNo more inside\nWill you still save me\nWhen I'm empty?\nI need a someone\nTo fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n'Cause when I'm out saving you\nBaby, who's saving me?\n [Bridge]\nI'm my number one priority\nAin't nobody takin' better care of me than me\nLoving hard\nIs my tendency\nAnd I'm hoping that\nYou are the one who is willing to\n\n[Chorus]\nJust save me\nWhen I'm empty\nAnd I need a someone\nTo fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n'Cause when I'm out saving you\nBaby, who's saving me?\n\n[Outro]\nWill you be my saviour?\nBaby, who's saving me?\nSaving me\nSaving me\nBaby, who's saving me? ",2 -401,Aereogramme___Nightmares,sad,"""Nightmares Nightmares en route to Dallas\nBorn out of one bad habit\nOne filled with lust and fire\nUnconscious, dark desire\nOne riddled with guilt and pain\nTo shame our family name\n\nMy head is caving in\nAnd now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me\nThis rotting mouth and fading memory\nThis self-inflicted awful injury\nLeads to a vengeful heart\nWhich tears won't break apart\n\nMy head is caving in\nMy head is caving in\nMy head is caving in\nAnd now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now",1 -2069,Atmosphere___Reflections,sad,"'Reflections [Hook x2]\nLook at your face\nWhen all I could see was myself looking back at me\nReflection\nAnd all I could do was think about sleeping next to you\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat would it take to make a woman like you\nView a wolf like me for what I really might be\nListening to , only hears what I allow\nYou gotta try and make me testify for here and right now\nLet\'s have a confrontation over a cold one\nI\'ll give you conversation just to see if you can hold \'em\nI play so dumb\nBecause I know some of these star-struck small talk art fucks is no fun\nI\'m the blood type that goes straight for the guns\nLike before you even spoke already knew what your love\'s like\nSo what you thinking?\nBecause I\'m thinking we should jump into your ocean\nLet\'s go girl, this ship is sinking\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow there\'s no reason to lie, I\'ve had a lot of lovers\nIn my reality, it\'s impossible to avoid it\nBut there\'s one reason for life: gotta provide some supper\nGonna build a family just to watch someone destroy it\nDo you really think you really wanna get to know me better?\nDon\'t you see the drama? Don\'t you feel the pressure?\nDon\'t get me wrong, it would be my pleasure\nTo sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater\nBartender, let me get a shot of Beam\nCause this girl over here is trying to get me out my jeans\nAnd she doesn\'t seem to believe I\'m just another thief\nCame to take a piece and make you stutter when you breathe\nNow girl you too smart to be a tour mark\nSet to play correct from the start with your pure heart\nAnd when you\'re all alone, I\'ll sing into your phone\nIf you don\'t know the words you can make up your own\n\nThe first time she met the devil was at First Avenue\nWent backstage with him into the dressing room\nSexy ego trip, taller than expected\nAbout six foot three\nSeemed to thrive on his misery\nCritical, observant, big words\nSweaty hair, sunken eyes, and thick nerves\nShe said ""I\'ll make him smile for the simple fact that he needs it\nI\'ll make him smile just so I can kill it, and eat it""\n You look like you were built for me\nYou talk like you want to steal my drink\nYou kiss like you already came\nAnd that\'s a ""Lifter Puller"" line for those without any game\n\nIt\'s like damn baby\nYou know you can\'t save me\nBut you should still tell your people that you\'re leaving with the band\nMaybe you can show me your hustle\nNeither one of us would be so lonely\nIf only you would come over here and hold me\nI caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass\nBut all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh\nAnd all of your regrets that you\'re carrying or burying\nDon\'t mean a damn thing if there\'s nobody to share them with\nWe\'ve been following each other all night now\nWe ought to be all over each other like right now\nI don\'t like crowds, let\'s take flight now\nCause that face that you make\nReminds me of my life now\n\n[Hook x6]\n\n""Only trying to find myself inside of you""1Embed', 'default'",1 -5154,Charlotte_Hatherley___Siberia,anger,"""Siberia Crisis all comes when you dance\nIn everything you do\nYour lies are all spilling out\nThey're coming fast and loose\n\nNobody talks in black and white\nAre there any straight answers anymore\nAnd your emerald city, sitting so pretty\nOver the opium sea\n\nHold on, we're in oblivion falling way down\nI'm bending over backwards\nInto Siberian Khatru\nAnyone of you know the way to get home\nHubris, honey you broke\nMy only golden rule\nYou never truly know somebody\nNever know where they have been before\n\nA leader, great powerful\nYou made a crisis unavoidable\nAnd your emerald city, sitting so pretty\nOver the opium sea\n\nHold on, we're in oblivion falling way down\nI'm bending over backwards\nCling to the tether to the truth\nOh, all this tapestry\nMy god, it's so unnecessary\n\nAll I really want is for it to be, oh\nIs for it to be, oh, what a feeling\nI'm gone in oblivion\nAnyone of you know the way to get home?\n\nOh no, didn't you see\nThat it's all the same it doesn't matter what you are\nOh no, now you can see\nThat underneath it's not as good as what you thought\nOh no, didn't you see\nThat it's all the same, it doesn't matter what you are\n Long way down\nIn oblivion\nBending over backwards\n\nOh no, nothing to show\nUnder it all it's not as good as what you thought\nWay down, into the ground\nUnderneath for as far as you can see\n\nHold on, we're in oblivion falling way down\nI'm bending over backwards\nCling to the tether to the truth\nOh, all this tapestry\nMy god, it's so unnecessary\n\nAll I really want is for it to be, oh\nIs for and to be, oh, what a feeling\nBut I'm gone in oblivion\nAnyone of you know the way to get home\n\nHold on, in oblivion\nLong way down\nBending over backwards\n\nAnybody know the way to go to get me home?\nHold on, in oblivion\nLong way down\nBending over backwards\n\nAnybody know the way to go to get me home\nFrom Siberia ",3 -9512,Fred_Astaire___The_Way_You_Look_Tonight,calm,"""The Way You Look Tonight Some day, when I'm awfully low\nWhen the world is cold\nI will feel a glow just thinking of you\nAnd the way you look tonight\n\nYes you're lovely, with your smile so warm\nAnd your cheeks so soft\nThere is nothing for me but to love you\nAnd the way you look tonight\n\nWith each word your tenderness grows\nTearing my fear apart\nAnd that laugh that wrinkles your nose\nIt touches my foolish heart\nLovely, never, ever change\nKeep that breathless charm\nWon't you please arrange it ?\nCause I love you, just the way you look tonight\n\nMm, mm, mm, mm\nJust the way you look to-night",2 -3792,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Satisfy_My_Soul,happy,"'TranslationsPortuguêsSatisfy My Soul [Verse 1]\nOh, please don\'t you rock my boat don\'t rock my boat\nBecause I don\'t want my boat to be rocking don\'t rock my boat\nOh, please don\'t you rock my boat don\'t rock my boat\nBecause I don\'t want my boat to be rocking don\'t rock my boat\n\n[Verse 2]\nI\'m telling you that, oh, oh-ooh, wo-o-wo!\nI like it - like it this I like it like this, I like it like this\nSo keep it steady, like this. I like it like this\nAnd you should know - you should know by now\nI like it I like it like this, I like it like this\nI like it like this, I like it like this\nI like it like this, ooh yeah! I like it like this\n[Verse 3]\nSatisfy my soul You satisfy my soul satisfy my soul\nYou satisfy my soul satisfy my soul\nEvery little action satisfy my soul\nThere\'s a reaction satisfy my soul\nOh, can\'t you see what you\'ve done for me, oh, yeah\nI am happy inside all - all of the time. Wo-oo-o-oo\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen we bend bend a new corner\nI feel like a sweep sweepstake winner\nWhen I meet you around the corner round the corner\nYou make me feel like a sweepstake winner a sweep - a sweepstake winner\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa, child! Can\'t you see? You must believe me\nOh darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\nCan\'t you see? Why won\'t you believe me\nOh, darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\ncalling, calling, calling, calling\n\n[Verse 5]\nWhen I meet you around the corner\nOh, I said, ""Baby, never let me be a loner\nAnd then you hold me tight, you make me feel all right\nYes, when you hold me tight, you made me feel all right\n [Chorus]\nWhoa, child! Can\'t you see? You must believe me\nOh darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\nCan\'t you see? Why won\'t you believe me\nOh, darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\ncalling, calling, calling, calling\n\n[Outro]\nSatisfy my soul, that\'s all I want you to do\nThat\'s all I\'ll take from you, satisfy my soul8Embed', 'default'",0 -8162,Elvis_Presley___All_shook_up,happy,"""All Shook Up [Verse 1]\nUh, well, a-bless my soul, what's wrong with me?\nI'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree\nMy friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug\nI'm in love, I'm all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, my hands are shaky and my knees are weak\nI can't seem to stand on my own two feet\nWho do you thank when you have such luck?\nI'm in love, I'm all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n[Bridge]\nWell, please don't ask me what's on my mind\nI'm a little mixed up, but I feel fine\nWhen I'm near the girl that I love best\nMy heart beats so it scares me to death\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen she touched my hand, what a chill I got\nHer lips are like a volcano that's hot\nI'm proud to say that she's my buttercup\nI'm in love, I'm all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nMy tongue gets tied when I try to speak\nMy insides shake like a leaf on a tree\nThere's only one cure for this body of mine\nThat's to have that girl that I love so fine\n\n[Verse 4]\nShe touched my hand, what a chill I got\nHer lips are like a volcano that's hot\nI'm proud to say that she's my buttercup\nI'm in love, I'm all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n [Outro]\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\nI'm all shook up7 ",0 -3651,Blue_October___Into_The_Ocean,happy,"""Into The Ocean [Verse 1]\nI'm just a normal boy\nThat sank when I fell overboard\nMy ship would leave the country\nBut I'd rather swim ashore\nWithout a life vest, I'd be stuck again\nWish I was much more masculine\nMaybe then I could learn to swim\nLike fourteen miles away\nNow floating up and down\nI spin, colliding into sound\nLike whales beneath me diving down\nI'm sinking to the bottom of my\nEverything that freaks me out\nThe lighthouse beam has just run out\nI'm cold as cold as cold can be\nBe\n[Chrous]\nI want to swim away but don't know how\nSometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhere is the coastguard?\nI keep looking each direction\nFor a spotlight, give me something\nI need something for protection\nMaybe flotsam junk will do just fine\nThe jetsam sunk, I'm left behind\nI'm treading for my life believe me\nHow can I keep up this breathing?\nNot knowing how to think\nI scream aloud, begin to sink\nMy legs and arms are broken down\nWith envy for the solid ground\nI'm reaching for the life within me\nHow can one man stop his ending?\nI thought of just your face\nRelaxed, and floated into space\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Chorus]\nI want to swim away but don't know how\nSometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow waking to the sun\nI calculate what I had done\nLike jumping from the bow, yeah\nJust to prove that I knew how, yeah\nIt's midnight's late reminder of\nThe loss of her, the one I love\nMy will to quickly end it all\nSet front row in my need to fall\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all\n\n[Refrain]\nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\n[Chorus]\nI want to swim away but don't know how\nSometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down\n\n[Outro]\nInto space\nI thought of just your face17 ",0 -4081,Brand_New___Tautou,sad,"""Tautou I'm sinking like a stone in the sea\nI'm burning like a bridge for your body\n\nI'm sinking like a stone in the sea\nI'm burning like a bridge for your body\n\nI'm sinking like a stone in the sea\nI'm burning like a bridge for your body 7 ",1 -1613,Antony__The_Johnsons___Twilight,sad,"""Twilight Twilight, I fall in the harbor\nTwilight, I fall in the hills\nBut here in the city that never sleeps\nI can fall through one's fingers\n\nWhen the swan flies to heaven\nSoaring through the utmost fear\nThere's a feeling\nThat lingers in the afterwards\nWill you ever return?\nWill you ever return?\nWill you ever return?\nTwilight\nTwilight\nTwilight\n\nTwilight, I sit at all tables\nWith my candles and angels besides\nAnd I shall wait forever\nAs the day turns to night\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow\n\nWhen I sought out a light\nAnd I knew darkness swallowed\nI beseech, come to me\nAll alone, come to me\n\nTwilight",1 -8483,Eric_Clapton___Further_On_Up_The_Road,anger,"""Further On Up The Road [Chorus]\nFurther on up the road\nSomeone's going to hurt you like you hurt me\nFurther on up the road\nSomeone's going to hurt you like you hurt me\nFurther on up the road\nBaby, just you wait and see\n\n[Verse]\nYou got to reap just what you sow\nThat old saying is true\nYou got to reap just what you sow\nThat old saying is true\nJust like you mistreat someone\nSomeone's going to mistreat you\nYou been laughing, pretty baby\nSomeday you are going to be crying\nYou been laughing, pretty baby\nSomeday you are going to be crying\nFurther on up the road\nYou will find out I was not lying\n\n[Chorus]",3 -4926,Cascada___Fever,happy,"""Fever [Intro]\nI-I-I just can't get enough\n\n[Verse 1]\nI am not a beauty queen, driving in a limousine\nI'm a girl, but don't call me baby\nWho the f**k needs VIP, live a life in luxury\nI don't care, so just call me crazy Can you give it out?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't stop, just take it to the limit\nWatch me, boy, it's spinning around this time\nHush, hush, running to the night\nFeel alive!\n[Chorus]\nI just can't get enough, when I'm with you\n'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I'm burning, but it feels so good\nCan't get enough, when I'm with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't need no superman, tryna tell me who I am\nKnow it all's a driving me crazy Crazy\nNothing ever is for sure, I can't take this anymore\nAll I want is yes or no, baby Can you give it out?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't stop, just take it to the limit\nWatch me, boy, it's spinning around this time\nHush, hush, running to the night\nFeel alive!\n\n[Chorus]\nI just can't get enough, when I'm with you\n'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I'm burning, but it feels so good\nCan't get enough, when I'm with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good\n [Bridge]\nIt's so hot, do it, do it real good\nCan't stop, do it, do it real good\nIt's so hot, do it, do it real good\nCan't stop, do it, do it real good\nIt's so hot, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever\nCan't stop, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever\nIt's so hot, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever\n\n[Chorus]\nI just can't get enough, when I'm with you\n'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I'm burning, but it feels so good\nCan't get enough, when I'm with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good ",0 -3256,Björk___Jóga,sad,"""Jóga [Verse 1]\nAll these accidents that happen\nFollow the dot\nCoincidence makes sense\nOnly with you, ooh\nYou don't have to speak\nI feel\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nThe riddle gets solved\nAnd you push me up to\n[Chorus]\nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\n\n[Verse 2]\nAll that no one sees\nYou see what's inside of me\nEvery nerve that hurts\nYou heal deep inside of me, ooh\nYou don't have to speak\nI feel\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nConfuse\nCan the riddle get solved?\nAnd you push me up to\n\n[Chorus]\nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Pre-Chorus 1]\nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nThe riddle gets solved\nAnd you push me up to\n\n[Chorus]\nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\n\n[Outro]\nState of emergency\nState of\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nState of\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nHow beautiful\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nEmergency\nAllt sem hann sér\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency44 ",1 -8752,Eyes_Set_to_Kill___The_Listening,anger,"""The Listening Strike the ground\nThere's not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God's not listening\n\nBest believe, best believe\nYou'll be systematically\nPlaced to die tomorrow\nWith a taste, so sweet\nIt could drain the sorrow, the sorrow\nWe're living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die\nWe count our losses\n\nStrike the ground\nThere's not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God's not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening\n\nYou can't pull your way\nThrough the same situations\nTime and time again\nYou place your pawns in straight lines\nAlone to buy time\nWill we find the end, find the end?\n\nWe're living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die\nWe count our losses\n\nMaking the wrong moves\nHoping you'll make them right\nWe raise our voices in time\n Strike the ground\nThere's not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God's not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening\n\nWhere will you turn\nWhen your God has abandoned you?\nWhere will you turn\nWhen he leaves you to die?\n\nWhere will you turn\nWhen your God has abandoned you?\nWhere will you turn\nWhen he leaves you to die?\n\nWe pray for God\nStrip the structure\nScratch it out\nWe praise empty skies\n\nStrike the ground\nThere's not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God's not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening\nWe're living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die ",3 -4216,Brett_Dennen___Aint_No_Reason,sad,"""Ain’t No Reason There ain't no reason things are this way\nIt's how they've always been and they intend to stay\nI can't explain why we live this way\nWe do it every day\n\nPreachers on the podiums speaking of saints\nProphets on the sidewalk begging for change\nOld ladies laughing from the fire escape\nCursing my name\n\nI got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same\nA window and a pigeon with a broken wing\nYou could spend your whole life working for something\nJust to have it taken away\nPeople walk around pushing back their debts\nWearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets\nTalking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death\nEvery little heartbeat, every little breath\n\nPeople walk a tight rope on a razors edge\nCarrying their hurt and hatred and weapons\nIt could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen\nOr thought, or a word or a sentence\n\nThere ain't no reason things are this way\nIt's how they've always been and they intend to stay\nI don't know why I say the things I say\nBut I say them anyway\n\nBut love will come, set me free\nLove will come, set me free, I do believe\nLove will come, set me free, I know it will\nLove will come, set me free, yes\n\nPrison walls still standing tall\nSome things never change at all\nKeep on building prisons, gonna fill them all\nKeep on building bombs, gonna drop them all\n\nWorking your fingers bare to the bone\nBreaking your back, make you sell your soul\nLike a lung, that's filled with coal\nSuffocating slow\nThe wind blows wild and I may move\nBut politicians lie and I am not fooled\nYou don't need no reason or a three piece suit\nTo argue the truth\n\nThe air on my skin and the world under my toes\nSlavery stitched to the fabric of my clothes\nChaos and commotion wherever I go\nLove I try to follow\n\nLove will come, set me free\nLove will come, set me free, I do believe\nLove will come, set me free, I know it will\nLove will come, set me free, yes\n\nThere ain't no reason things are this way\nIt's how they've always been and they intend to stay\nI can't explain why we live this way\nWe do it every day ",1 -7829,Eels___PS_You_Rock_My_World,sad,"""P.S. You Rock My World [Verse 1]\nI was at a funeral the day I realized\nI wanted to spend my life with you\nSitting down on the steps at the old post office\nThe flag was flying at half-mast\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd I was thinkin' 'bout how everyone is dying\nAnd maybe it's time to live\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where we're going\nI don't know what we'll do\n[Verse 2]\nWalked into the Thriftee\nSaw a man with the hollow eyes\nWho didn't give me all my change\nBut it didn't bother me this time\nCause I know I've only got this moment\nAnd it's good\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nI went to the gas station\nOld woman honked her horn\nWaiting for me to fix her car\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where we're going\nI don't know what we'll do\n\n[Verse 3]\nLaying in bed tonight I'm was thinking\nAnd listening to all the dogs\nAnd the sirens and the shots\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets\nWhile a happy man takes a walk\n [Outro]\nAnd maybe it's time to live ",1 -4084,Brand_New___Failure_by_Design,sad,"""Failure by Design [Verse 1]\nWatch you on the ones and twos\nThrough a window in a well lit room\nBecome a recluse\nAnd I blame myself because I make things hard\nAnd you're just trying to help\nAnd when I wake up you're the first to call\nThis is one more late night basement song\nAnd I'm so sore\nMy voice has gone to hell\nAnd this is one more sleepless night because\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe don't believe in filler, baby\nIf I could I'd sit this out\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it's over\nI kill myself because I'm so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI'm another day late and one year older\nIt's failure by design\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd we just want sleep\nBut this night is hell\nI'm sick and sunk and I blame myself\nBecause I make things hard and you were trying to help\nI got no gas no gas\nI'm winding out my gears\nThis is one more day on the verge of tears\nAnd now my head hurts head hurts\nAnd my health is a joke\nNow I gotta stop because the headphones broke\n [Pre-Chorus]\nWe don't believe in filler, baby\nIf I could I'd sit this out\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it's over\nI kill myself because I'm so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI'm another day late and one year older\nIt's failure by design\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm out of everything\nNo one sleeps till we get this shit out on the shelves\nIt's late, I'm faltering\nBut this time I got nothing to say besides\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I'm better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I'm better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I'm better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nNothing to say besides\n[Chorus]\nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it's over\nI kill myself because I'm so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI'm another day late and one year older\nI'm a failure by design2 ",1 -1517,Anthony_Hamilton___Im_A_Mess,sad,"""I’m a Mess [Intro]\nCan't believe\nOh, oh, oh, oh no, no, oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm so torn up now, can't believe I lost you\nLost my best friend, my soul mate, can't believe it's true\nWe've invested in a set of twins, a small house, and the dog cried out\nKnew I was suffering, he was chained to my pain\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMe and you were meant to last forever\nAnd empty walls can't hold this house together\nWe were born to live and die together\nAnd now you're gone and I'm so alone\nBaby, come on home\n[Chorus]\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could tried\nYou could have called me, baby\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don't want me no more\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could tried\nYou could have called on me, baby\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don't want me no more\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm a mess right now, I can't eat, can't sleep\nBills are piling high, ain't worked in three weeks\nAin't bathed, can't shave 'cause my heart is so tender\nLike living in a blender, I'm shaken and I'm stirred\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou and me were meant to last forever\nAnd empty walls can't hold this house together\nWe, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we were meant to lie and die together\nNow you're gone, I'm so alone\nBaby come on home\n\n[Chorus]\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could have tried\nWe could have tried\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nI would rather die right now\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don't want me no more\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could have tried\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nI wish you never left me\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nAnd I don't know why\nYou don't want me no more\nYou don't want me no more, no more\nSee Anthony Hamilton LiveGet tickets as low as $89 [Outro]\nCall me Call me, write me Right now\nLove me, come home\nI'm here waiting, waiting, waiting on you, yeah\nCall me Call me, write me Right now\nLove me, come home\nYeah\nCall me Call me, write me\nLove me, come home\nYou don't have to worry, baby, I want you back\nCall me Hey, hey, write me Hey, hey\nLove me, come home\nI need you, I need you\nCall me Right now, write me I can't eat\nLove me, come home\nAnd I can't sleep no more, baby\nCall me I don't even take no bath, write me\nI can't shave, I can't live without you, baby\nLove me, come home\nCome on home, yeah\nCall me Write me, write me Love me\nLove me, come home\nLove me again, baby\nCall me Said I need you, write me Pick up the phone, girl\nLove me Pick up the phone now, come home Write me now ",1 -8718,Evolution___Walking_On_Fire,calm,"""Walking On Fire My fingers burn in the breakdown\nThis part of everything behind me\nI fade into off the headlights\nCrushing every feeling that's in me\n\nThese walls you've built never come down\nOne's a crowded number when you're one\nLights flicker still in your eyes\nAll across the ground I own\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\nTime never leaves until it's over\nShadow falling never stay\nDeep treble lights that they cover\nSoftly slipping down my face\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\n\nI'm walking on fire...\nI'm walking on fire...\n\nTime's never still in my mind\nStay where I belong in your fumes\nI'm pushing back deeper lies\nStill wait, open to you\n\nYou hear things that you can't see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat's your impulse for me?\n\nI'm walking on fire...",2 -5950,Craig_Morgan___Redneck_Yacht_Club,happy,"""Redneck Yacht Club [Verse 1]\nI'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake\nWe're headed out to a special place we love\nThat just a few folks know\nThere's no signin' up, no monthly dues\nTake your Johnson, your Mercury\nOr your Evinrude an' fire it up\nMeet us out at party cove\nCome on in the water's fine\nJust idle on over an' toss us a line\n[Hook]\nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there's five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin' the boat, that's us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\n\n[Verse 2]\nBermuda's, flip-flops and a tank-top tan\nHe popped his first top at 10 a.m., that's Bob\nHe's our president\nWe're checkin' out the girls on the upper deck\nRubbin' in the 15 SPF, it's hot\nEverybody's jumpin' in\nLater on when the sun goes down\nWe'll pull out the jar and that old guitar\nAn' pass 'em around\n\n[Hook]\nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there's five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin' the boat, that's us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\n [Bridge]\nWhen the party's over and we're all alone\nWe'll be makin' waves in a no-wake zone\n\n[Hook]\nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there's five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin' the boat, that's us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\n\nRedneck Yacht Club\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na1 ",0 -2094,Au_Revoir_Simone___Shadows,sad,"""Shadows You tell me\nThat it's getting better\nBut every time that we say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight\nI'm haunted by your eyes\nAnd how long they've been crying\n\nDon't tell me\nAbout a bad reaction\nDon't tell me that you plan to hide, to hide, to hide\nReasoning aside\nI'm moving on\nI hope your coming with me\nI hope your coming with me\n\nAnyone can answer their own questions\nAll you have to do is look inside, inside, inside\nYou know it inside\nYou know it will be alright, alright, alright\nYou know it's alright\n\nI'm moving on\nI hope your coming with me\nCause I'm not strong\nWithout you\n\nDon't blame it on\nYour shadows\nCause I know all\nAbout you",1 -5443,Chromeo___Me__My_Man,happy,"""Me & My Man [Chorus 1] x2\nThis is the new sound\nWe came to get down\nOur name is Chromeo\nAnd we are in control\n\nHave you ever felt this way?\nFelt the need to get away?\nWell I have, yeah\nWhen the world is out to get you\nAnd your friends are all against you\nAnd you're sad, so what do you say?\n[Chorus 2] x2\nI wanna get away\nFrom the problems of the world today\nMe and my man on a plane\nFly away to a better place\n\nI want to, I need to\nFly away when they are out to get you\nYou want it, you need it\nLook inside and you will find that feeling\n\nHey My heart is made of stone\nMy soul is made of songs\nMy girl is on the phone\nBut I want to be left alone\nHey It's just this side of me\nYou think it's irony\nI wish you tried to see\nThat I need someone to set me free\n\n[Chorus 2] x2\n\nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\n [Chorus 1] x2\n\n[Chorus 2] x2 ",0 -464,Agnes___Release_Me,happy,"""Release Me [Chorus]\nRelease me, release my body\nI know it's wrong\nSo why am I with you now?\nI say release me\n'Cause I'm not able to convince myself\nThat I'm better off without you\n\n[Verse 1]\nYeah, it's perfectly clear, love is not what you need\nI tell you that I don't care, but I don't want to\nAnything that you say, I hear myself agree\nAnd I don't recognize what I've turned into\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know why I want you so\n'Cause I don't need a heartbreak\nI don't know what addictive hold\nYou have on me, I can't shake, no\nI'm not in control, so let me go\n\n[Chorus]\nRelease me, release my body\nI know it's wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n'Cause I'm not able to convince myself\nThat I'm better off without you\n\n[Verse 2]\nI could sleep by myself, it would burn me alive\nFind me somebody else, but I don't want to\nTry to leave out the love that goes against the grain\nBut I can rationalize it if I have to\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know why I want you so\nMmh, 'cause I don't need a heartbreak\nI don't know what addictive hold\nYou have on me, I can't shake, no\nI'm not in control, so let me go\n [Chorus]\nRelease me, release my body\nI know it's wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back? Why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n'Cause I'm not able to convince myself\nThat I'm better off without you\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm not in control, so let me go\n\n[Chorus]\nRelease me, release my body\nI know it's wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n'Cause I'm not able to convince myself\nThat I'm better off without you\nOh whoa...\nRelease me, release my body Release my body\nI know it's wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back? Why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n'Cause I'm not able to convince myself\nThat I'm better off without you\nOoh...2 ",0 -4661,Cake___Hem_Of_Your_Garment,happy,"""Hem of Your Garment [Verse 1]\nI am intrinsically no good\nI have a heart that's made of wood\nI am only biding time\nOnly reciting memorized lines\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah\n[Verse 2]\nI have no love, but only goals\nHow very empty is my soul\nIt is a soul that feels no thrill\nIt is a soul that could easily kill\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nI am intrinsically no good\nI have a heart that's made of wood\nI am only biding time\nOnly reciting memorized lines\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'm not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nNo, no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah",0 -2545,Bay_City_Rollers___Money_Honey,happy,"""Money Honey Money can't make you turn your head now\nMoney can't get you into bed now\nMoney honey\nCan't give more than you get now\n\nMoney honey, you ain't got no respect\nSnide like a fox, yeah, just to see what you can get\nAnd money honey, get your breakfast in bed\nHey money honey, oh, you drive me out of my head\n\nLiving like a princess with a frown\nGiving I can't afford a crown\nMoney honey\nHey girl, come on, don't bring me down\nMoney honey, you ain't got no respect\nSnide like a fox, yeah, just to see what you can get\nAnd money honey, get your breakfast in bed\nHey money honey, oh, you drive me out of my head\n\nMoney, must it buy all I get now?\nMoney, without it how far would I get now?\nMoney, money, money, money honey\nWithout it you'd be losing my respect now",0 -483,Aimee_Mann___4th_of_July,sad,"'4th of July [Verse 1]\nToday\'s the fourth of July\nAnother June has gone by\nAnd when they light up our town\nI just think what a waste of gunpowder and sky\n\n[Verse 2]\nI\'m certain I am alone\nIn harbouring thoughts of our home\nIt\'s one of my faults that I can\'t quell my past\nI ought to have gotten it gone\n[Chorus]\nOh, baby\nI wonder if when you are older\nSomeday\nYou\'ll wake up and say\n""My God, I should have told her\nWhat would it take?\nBut now here I am and the world\'s gotten colder\nAnd she\'s got the river down which I sold her""\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo that\'s today\'s memory lane\nWith all the pathos and pain\nAnother chapter in a book where the chapters are endless\nAnd they\'re always the same\nA verse, then a verse, and refrain\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, baby\nI wonder if when you are older\nSomeday\nYou\'ll wake up and say\n""My God, I should have told her\nWhat would it take?\nBut now here I am and the world\'s gotten colder\nAnd she\'s got the river down which I sold her...""See Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 Embed', 'default'",1 -2670,Beirut___Rhineland_Heartland,sad,"""Rhineland Heartland Life, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there's nowhere to go, to go\n\nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there's nowhere to go, to go\n\nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there's nowhere to go, to go 2 ",1 -1207,Anathema___A_Dying_Wish,sad,"'A Dying Wish I bear the seed of ruin\nA golden age turned to stone\nElysium... to dust\n\nFor this, a tragic journey\nA vision of a dying embrace\nScattered earth\nSilence...\n\nWhere Echonia wept\nI sank into the silent desert\nFallen am I\nIn the solitude of a broken promise\n..I cried alone\nMy empyrean is a scar\nFrom the memory of her beautiful life\nForever was her name\n\nFulfillment lost in a lifetime of regret\nOrnate peace would cover me\nAs I would die now...\nFor one last wish Embed', 'default'",1 -5832,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Enchantment,happy,"""Enchantment I wait for you\nI don't know why\nAll I know is I can't hide\nAt this temperature you could take over my mind\n\nLike gossamer you softly touch\nHe draws me in\nI'm powerless\nHe possesses an enchantment\n\nTell me\nI'm forgiven\nHe calls, don't know how I fell under his spell\nLately I've been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nI wait for you\nI'm mesmerized\nThis love is like a potion in disguise\nI tightrope walk with a blindfold on my eyes\nI can't escape\nOr so it seems\nI'd run away\nHe's in my dreams\nHe possesses an enchantment\n\nTell me I'm forgiven\nHe calls, don't know how I fell under his spell\nLately I've been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\n\nIt's the kind of sleepwalk that never ends\nA type of loan with no dividends\nIt's a parlor game where you're given chase\nGuess it could be called an acquired taste\n\nI know he knows\nHe calls, I go\nI know\nThis could be an enchantment\n\nWhy don't you tell me\nI'm forgiven\nHe calls, don't know how I fell in love his spell\nI'm forgiven\nLately\nI've been driven\nHe smiles and I give in\nAn enchantment4 ",0 -2971,Beyoncé___Speechless,calm,"""Speechless [Chorus]\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me speechless\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhere you been, baby?\nWaited for you all day\nWaited for you to use the key\nThat opens my place\nMy heart starts trembling\nAs I hear your footsteps pace\nLock opened, doorknob turned\nThere appears your face\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGoing out my head, I think I'm losin' all my mind\nDrive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night\nFeels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world\nIn your arms, lost for words\nYou've got me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me You've got me\nOhh\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me speechless\n\n[Verse 2]\nLaying so closely\nI feel your skin rubbin' and touchin' me\nOnly sweat between us\nFeelin' you kissin' and pleasin' me\nI rub your back\nI kiss your neck\nI know that you love when we touch like that\nI can feel you need me\nFeels so good to me\nFeels so good to me\n [Pre-Chorus]\nGoing out my head, I think I'm losin' all my mind\nDrive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night\nFeels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world\nIn your arms, lost for words\nYou've got me You've got me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me You've got me\nYou've got me speechless\n\n[Outro]\nYes, yes, yes\nYes, yes, yes\nSpeechless, all I can say is\nYes, yes, yes\nAll I can say is\nYes, yes, yes, yes, ooh\nKiss me\nHold me\nYou've got me\nSpeechless8 ",2 -4872,Carpark_North___The_Last_End,sad,"'The Last End [Verse 1]\nSad but true am I, holy is the one\nWho prays in simple words to keep his spirit strong\nWhen loneliness occurred, I met you\n\n[Verse 2]\nSoft and still you are, tragic is the one\nWho craves to write the tune but fails to sing along\nWhen dreams are all we have, we divide\n\n[Chorus]\nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we try again\nThis is the last end\n[Verse 3]\nInnocent are we, blinded is the one\nWho greets the light he sees but still denies the sun\nDoes your hand fit in mine? Are we lost?\nYeah, we are lost\n\n[Chorus]\nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we try again\nThis is the end\nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we fight\nThe last end Embed', 'default'",1 -6483,Darren_Hayes___Casey,sad,"""Casey [Verse 1]\nDriving in your car\nWith the windows down\nAnd the beat up stereo\nStruggle with this town\nCuz you love to hate it\nAnd hate to let it go\n\nAnd we're all alone\nAnd so tired of being\nUnderrated\nSo don't take me home\n'Cause I feel alive\nWhen you come and save me\nA yellow car\nSpeeding down the Southside freeway\nWe'll rewrite this movie\nMake it end like we want it to\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd Casey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI've been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory...\nOf when we were amazing\n\n[Verse 2]\n1989\nSummer had hit\nBut it was not moving\nWhat is it with this town?\nEvery time we win\nIt just feels like losing\nWe were never gonna fit in\nI was a mixed up kid\nAnd you were my sanity\n In a yellow car\nWe don't even have to go far\n'Cause that song you're playing\nSounds like peace on the radio\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd Casey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI've been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were amazing\nWhen we were amazing\n\n[Bridge]\nI know things will change\nCasey stay the same\nTake me away\n\nOh, we don't have to go far\nYeah, we don't have to go far\nI know\n[Chorus]\nCasey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI've been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were\nWhen we were\n\nCasey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI've been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were amazing\nWhen we were\n\n[Outro]\nDriving in your car\nWith the windows down\nAnd the beat up stereo\nOh, oh\n\nI wanna\nI'm gonna\nI wanna\nBe someone\nI wanna\nI'm gonna\nI wanna\nBe someone\n\nI will run to you\nI will come to you\nI will run to you\nI will come to you\n\nCome on and get me\nCome on and rescue me\n\nI will run to you\nI will come to you\nI will run to you\nI will come to you\n\nComing through the sky\nLike a satellite\nLike a radio wave\nA meteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite ",1 -8131,Elton_John___My_Fathers_Gun,calm,"""My Father’s Gun [Verse 1]\nFrom this day on I own my father's gun\nWe dug his shallow grave beneath the sun\nI laid his broken body down below the southern land\nIt wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands\nI'll take my horse and I'll ride the Northern plain\nTo wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again\nI will not rest until I know the cause is fought and won\nFrom this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company needs men\nSo slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\n[Verse 2]\nAs soon as this is over we'll go home\nTo plant the seeds of justice in our bones\nTo watch the children growing and see the women sewing\nThere'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company, it needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nOh\nI'd like to know where the riverboat, the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI'd like to know where the riverboat, the riverboat\nThe riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that's just fine, that's just fine alright\nBecause there's fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said now, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Outro]\nThe riverboat sails tonight\nThat's just fine alright\nOh, slip us a rope\nSail on round, sail on round, sail on round, sail on round\nSail\nSail on round the bend\nThe riverboat sails tonight\nOh, I said\nThat's just fine alright1 ",2 -1031,Amel_Larrieux___Even_If,happy,"'Even If [Verse 1]\nNever thought I would\nFind the words that could\nStand up through any weather\nSomething I could say\nYou could hear today\nBut stay with you forever\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust when I was losing my faith\nAnd I was losing my way\nIt came to me as clear as day\n[Chorus]\nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, ""It\'s time I take you home""\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\n\n[Verse 2]\nInnocent and mild\nYou must be heaven\'s child\nSent to make me believe Make me believe\nOn my darkest night all you have to do is smile\nAnd you breathe new life into me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust when I was losing my faith\nAnd losing my way Losing my way\nYou came to me as clear as day\n\n[Chorus]\nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, ""It\'s time I take you home""\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\n\n[Bridge]\nThere\'ll be a time\nWhen I\'m gonna have to leave this sweet place behind\nLeave it behind\nBut baby before I go\nI gotta make sure you know\nAbout the joy that you bring to my life\n [Chorus]\nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, ""It\'s time I take you home""\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, ""It\'s time I take you home""\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\n\n[Outro]\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI, I, loved you\nI, I, loved you Knowing that I loved you\nI, I, loved you Knowing that I loved you, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah1Embed', 'default'",0 -3283,Black_Eyed_Peas___If_You_Want_Love,happy,"""If You Want Love [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope's about to explode oh\nI got what you need and you know so don't ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know\n\n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on...\n[Verse 1: will.i.am]\nBaby when you're gone I don't know what to do\nCause ain't no other lady make me feel brand new\nAnd there's no other woman that I want to pursue\nIf you want my loving, I'ma give it to you\nLet our bodies collide and me enter you\nMeet me online, take a little preview\nSex on the net, got my girl in the mood\nAnd you know our connection is long overdue\n\n[Refrain: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCause I got my needs and I need them right now\nAnd I ain't too proud to show it\nSee I've been on the road with my fuckin' hormones\nAnd you'd be straight over knowin it oh\nAfter the show we'll go to the limo, baby, we can still rock n roll it\nYou loving Your love\nYou loving Your love\nI really need your loving, baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am]\nIf you want some loving send a request\nI'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat's ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI'm down for whatever, you got me feeling fevery hey\n [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope's about to explode you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don't ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know\n\n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on...\n\n[Verse 2: apl.de.ap]\nIf you want my loving, I'ma give it to you\nIf you need it right now, I'ma send it on through\nFed-Ex, overnight loving\nSex, me and you rubbin'\nA telegram of a different kind\nI'ma taste your body and seduce your mind\nLick your envelope from behind\nPut my stamp on it, then it's mine\n\n[Refrain: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCause I got my needs and I need them right now\nAnd I ain't too proud to show it\nSee I've been on the road with my fuckin' hormones\nAnd you'd be straight over knowin it oh\nAfter the show we'll go to the limo baby we can still rock n roll it\nYou loving Your love\nYou loving Your love\nI really need your loving, baby\n[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am]\nIf you want some loving send a request\nI'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat's ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI'm down for whatever, you got me feeling fevery hey\n\n[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope's about to explode you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don't ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know\n\n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on...\n\n[Bridge: will.i.am]\nLove me, baby, love me, love me permanently, permanently\nYou know I love to love you, love you permanently, permanently\nYou got me feigning for your love, you got me yearning, yearning\nYou turn me on and turn me off, so keep on turning, turning\nTill my turn you know that I'll be learning, learning\nNew love tricks to make you go ooh\nMy magic stick can make you go ooh\nI love you from the bottom to the top and make you go oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am]\nIf you want some loving send a request\nI'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat's ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI'm down for whatever, I'm even coming nightly\nKnocking on your door, you know what the business for\nThat's sex in your living room, the bathroom floor\nWhen I leave you be like 'give me more', but remember\nW-I-double-L spells pleasure\n\n[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope's about to explode you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don't ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know cos I can turn you on\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope's about to explode oh\nI got what you need and you know so don't ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know\n\n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nI can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on... oh\n\n[Outro: will.i.am]\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh! ",0 -8328,Engineers___Said_And_Done,happy,"""Said And Done In theory we're the same\nNo great shame\nThough we're poles apart\n\nFrom here to here knows when\nCan't understand\nWhy you think this way\n\nStood firm and took the strain\nOf every day\nWith the same old chores\nObsessive with the way\nThat you play\nAnd it goes on and on\n\nSo something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone's got to live\nBy what's been said and done\n\nWe all know that you'll change\nWhen they say\nIt's been the perfect choice\n\nIs the risk worth all the pain\nThat your name's\nImportant after all\n\nDisagree but never say\nThat my aims\nWere the same as yours\n\nIn theory we're the same\nNo great shame\nThough we're poles apart\n\nSo something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone's got to live\nBy what's been said and done\n So something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone's got to live\nBy what's been said and done ",0 -8609,Evan_Rachel_Wood___It_Wont_Be_Long,happy,"""It Won’t Be Long [LUCY LUCY'S FRIENDS]\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you\n\nEvery night, when everybody has fun\nHere am I, sitting all on my own\n\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you\nSince you left me, I'm so alone\nNow you're coming, you're coming on home\nI'll be good like I know I should\nYou're coming home, you're coming home\n\nEvery night, the tears come down from my eyes\nEvery day, I've done nothing but cry\n\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you\n\nSince you left me, I'm so alone\nNow you're coming, you're coming on home\nI'll be good like I know I should\nYou're coming home, you're coming home\n\nEvery day, we'll be happy, I know\nNow I know that you won't leave me no more\n\n[LUCY'S FRIENDS LUCY]\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won't be long yeah\n\n[LUCY]\nYeah, 'til I belong to you",0 -8410,Enya___Once_You_Had_Gold,calm,"'Once You Had Gold [Verse 1]\nOnce you had gold\nOnce you had silver\nThen came the rains\nOut of the blue\n\n[Chorus 1]\nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you\n[Verse 2]\nNow you can see\nSpring becomes autumn\nLeaves become gold\nFalling from view\n\n[Chorus 2]\nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nNo-one can promise a dream come true\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat is the dark\nShadows around you\nWhy not take heart\nIn the new day?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nNo-one can promise a dream come true\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you Embed', 'default'",2 -4432,Bruce_Springsteen___Sinaloa_Cowboys,calm,"'Sinaloa Cowboys [Verse 1]\nMiguel came from a small town in northern Mexico\nHe came north with his brother Luis to California three years ago\nThey crossed at the river levee when Luis was just sixteen\nAnd found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey left their homes and family, their father said, ""My sons, one thing you will learn\nFor everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return""\nThey worked side by side in the orchards from morning until the day was through\nDoing the work the gueros wouldn\'t do\n[Verse 3]\nWord was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands\nWell, deep in Fresno county, there was a deserted chicken ranch\nThere in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine\nMiguel and Luis stood cooking methamphetamine\n\n[Bridge]\nYou could spend a year in the orchards\nOr make half as much in one ten-hour shift\nWorking for the men from Sinaloa\nAh, but if you slipped\nThe hydriodic acid\nCould burn right through your skin\nThey\'d leave you spitting up blood in the desert\nIf you breathed those fumes in\n\n[Verse 4]\nIt was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside\nWhen the shack exploded, lighting up the valley night\nMiguel carried Luis\'s body over his shoulder down a swale to the creek side\nAnd there in the tall grass, Luis Rosales died\n\n[Verse 5]\nMiguel lifted Luis\' body into his truck and then he drove\nTo where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove\nIn the dirt, he dug up ten thousand dollars, all that they\'d saved\nKissed his brother\'s lips and placed him in his graveSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 Embed', 'default'",2 -1731,Arcade_Fire___Antichrist_Television_Blues,happy,"""Antichrist Television Blues [Verse 1]\nI don't wanna work in a building downtown\nNo, I don't wanna work in a building downtown\nI don't know what I'm gonna do\n'Cause the planes keep crashing, always two by two\nI don't wanna work in a building downtown\nNo, I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't wanna work in a building downtown\nI don't wanna work in a building downtown\nParking their cars in the underground\nTheir voices when they scream, well, they make no sound\nI wanna see the cities rust\nAnd the trouble makers riding on the back of the bus\n[Verse 3]\nDear God, I'm a good Christian man\nIn your glory, I know you understand\nThat you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid\nMy girl's thirteen but she don't act her age\nShe can sing like a bird in a cage\nOh Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage\n\n[Verse 4]\nYou know that I'm a God-fearing man\nYou know that I'm a God-fearing man\nWell, I just gotta know if it's part of your plan\nTo seat my daughters there by your right hand\nI know that you'll do what is right, Lord\nFor they are the lanterns, and you are the light\n\n[Chorus]\nNow I'm overcome\nBy the light of day\nMy lips are near but my heart is far away\nTell me what to say\nI'll be your mouthpiece\n\n[Verse 5]\nInto the light of a bridge that burns\nAs I drive from the city with the money that I earned\nInto the dark of a starless sky\nI'm staring into nothing and I'm asking you why:\nLord, let me make her a star\nSo the world can see who you really are\nSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 [Verse 6]\nLittle girl, you're old enough to understand\nThat you'll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land\nThe men are gonna come while you're fast asleep\nSo you better just stay close and hold on to me\nIf my little mocking bird don't sing\nWell, then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring\n\n[Verse 7]\nDear God, would you send me a child?\nOh God, would you send me a child?\n'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen\nSo the world can see what your true word means\nLord, would you send me a sign\n'Cause I just gotta know if I'm wasting my time?\n\n[Chorus]\nNow I'm overcome\nBy the light of day\nMy lips are near but my heart is far away\nNow the war is won\nAnd how come nothing tastes good?\n\n[Verse 8]\nOh, you're such a sensitive child\nYou know, you're such a sensitive child\nI know you're tired but it's alright\nI just need you to sing for me tonight\nYou're gonna have your day in the sun;\nYou know God loves the sensitive ones\n[Verse 9]\nOh, my little bird in a cage\nOh, my little bird in a cage\nI need you to get up for me, up on that stage\nAnd show the men that you're old for your age\nNow ain't the time for fear\nBut if you don't take it, it will disappear\n\n[Verse 10]\nOh! My little mockingbird sing!\nOh! My little mockingbird sing!\nI need you to get up on that stage for me, honey\nAnd show the men it's not about the money\nWanna hold a mirror up to the world\nSo that they can see themselves inside my little girl\n\n[Verse 10]\nDo you know where I was at your age?\nAny idea where I was at your age?\nI was working downtown for the minimum wage\nAnd I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away\nI'm through being cute, I'm through being nice\nOh, tell me Lord, am I the Antichrist?10 ",0 -6935,Destinys_Child___If,sad,"""If [Verse 1: Michelle, Kelly, & Beyoncé]\nIf I don’t pick up the phone like I used to for you\nDon’t you take it personal\nIf I don’t do all the things that I used to do to you\nI ain’t mad at you\nIf you get to feeling stressed up in your chest thinking that you about to lose baby it’s true\nAnd If you’re losing out on sleep\nHome worrying about me\nThat’s how it be\n\n[Chorus: All]\nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain't stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain't got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love\n[Verse 2: Michelle, Kelly, & Beyoncé]\nIf you think I caught a feeling when I heard about that other chick No\nI already knew about it\nI just needed time just to clear my mind and ask myself\nWhy I didn't handle him\nIf you woulda taken care of home instead of leaving me alone I\nStill would be right there with you\nTaking care of you\nSteady loving you like I used to do\n\n[Chorus: All]\nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain't stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain't got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love\n\n[Bridge: All, Michelle, & Beyoncé]\nThere once was a time I blamed myself for what was wrong\nI can see so clearly now because you are gone\nThat’s how I spent all my time when you weren't home\nPlaying around with them raggedy heifers\nThere’ll be no more stressing, no more crying, no more trying\nI would rather be alone I’d rather be all by myself, yeah\nBecause this valuable heart of mine was yours until I realized\nFinally opened my eyes\n [Spoken: Kelly]\nYou see ladies?\nI know I knew better\nWhat was I thinking?\nHe gon' miss me when I'm gone\n\n[Chorus: All]\nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain't stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain't got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love8 ",1 -32,10cc___The_Things_We_Do_For_Love,happy,"""The Things We Do for Love {Intro}\n\n[Verse 1]\nToo many broken hearts have fallen in the river\nToo many lonely souls have drifted out to sea\nYou lay your bets and then you pay the price\n\n[Refrain]\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\n[Verse 2]\nCommunication is the problem to the answer\nYou've got her number\nAnd your hand is on the phone\nThe weather's turned and all the lines are down\n\n[Refrain]\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\n\n[Chorus]\nLike walking in the rain and the snow\nWhen there's nowhere to go\nAnd you're feelin' like a part of you is dying\nAnd you're looking for the answer in her eyes\nYou think you're gonna break up\nThen she says she wants to make up\nOoh you made me love you\nOoh you've got a way\nOoh you had me crawling up the wall\n{Bridge}\n\n[Chorus]\nLike walking in the rain and the snow\nWhen there's nowhere to go\nAnd you're feelin' like a part of you is dying\nAnd you're looking for the answer in her eyes\nYou think you're gonna break up\nThen she says she wants to make up\nOoh you made me love you\nOoh you've got a way\nOoh you had me crawling up the wall\n [Verse 3]\nA compromise would surely help the situation\nAgree to disagree\nBut disagree to part\nWhen after all it's just a compromise of\n\n[Refrain]\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love....5 ",0 -5466,Cinderella_Effect___Black_Hole_Sun,sad,"""Black Hole Sun [Verse 1]\nIn my eyes, indisposed\nIn disguises no one knows\nHides the face, lies the snake\nIn the sun in my disgrace\nBoiling heat, summer stench\n'Neath the black the sky looks dead\nCall my name through the cream\nAnd I'll hear you scream again\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come?\nWon't you come?\n[Verse 2]\nStuttering, cold and damp\nSteal the warm wind, tired friend\nTimes are gone for honest men\nSometimes far too long for snakes\nIn my shoes, a walking sleep\nAnd my youth I pray to keep\nHeaven send Hell away\nNo one sings like you anymore\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come?\nWon't you come?\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come?\nWon't you come?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nWon't you come?\nWon't you come?\nWon't you come?\n [Verse 3]\nHang my head, drown my fear\n'Til you all just disappear\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come?\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come?\nWon't you come?\n\n[Outro]\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, black hole sun\nWon't you come?\nBlack hole sun, won't you come? ",1 -676,Alexander_Skip_Spence___Weighted_Down_The_Prison_Song,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -7945,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Sweet_Talking_Woman,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -4242,Brian_McKnight___Crazy_Love,happy,"""Crazy Love [Verse 1]\nI can hear her heartbeat\nFrom a thousand miles\nHear the heavens open\nEvery time she smiles\nAnd when I come to her\nThat's where I belong\nYet, I'm running to her\nLike a river strong\n\n[Chorus]\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\n[Verse 2]\nShe's got a fine sense of humor\nWhen I'm feeling low down\nAnd when I come to her\nWhen the sun goes down\nTake my troubles away\nTake away my grief\nTake away my heartache\nIn the night like a thief\n\n[Chorus]\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\n\n[Bridge]\nYes I need, yes I need her in the daytime\nAnd oh I need, yes I need her in the night\nI want to throw my arms all around her\nTo kiss and hug and kiss and hug her tight\nAnd oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd when I'm returning\nFrom so far away\nShe gives me sweet sweet lovin'\nBrighten up my day\nIt makes me righteous\nAnd it makes me whole\nMakes me mellow\nDown into my soul\nSee Brian McKnight LiveGet tickets as low as $56 [Chorus]\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, crazy love\nOne more time, she gives love, just a little love\nWhen I wake up in the morning\nShe gives me love, love, love\nCrazy Love ",0 -2890,Benton_Falls___Like_Portraits_On_Walls,calm,"""Like Portraits on Walls This guilt hangs around your neck like portraits on walls\nI swear I can't recall the last time I saw you smile, it's been a while\n\nRun away\nCause this makes no sense\nWith hollow hands kissed by hollow lips\nRun away\nCause you've seen him cry\nYou've cut apart his heart with your knife\nHollow, hollow, hollow\nJust like you're pretty, pretty, now breath\nNow I've said too much again\nWith hollow lips touching hollow hands\nOver time this will end\nOh, is this wrong\nWe knew this all along\n\nSometimes my life has got me down\nBut guilt beats hate and you turn it all around\nSometimes my life has got me down\nBut guilt beats hate, now you've won",2 -4492,Bryan_Adams___Heaven,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -4705,Calexico___All_Systems_Red,sad,"""All Systems Red Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath\nThat forecasts storms on the gallup poll\nWoke up from the nightmare news\nAnd hoping to read a sign in the morning air\n\nNothing changes here and nothing improves\nAll say my friends who just want out\nAnd leave these troubles behind\nScatter like paper in the eye of the storm\nDocumented with a silent snow\nThat's only heard from far away\nMore cards in play, follow in suit\nEverywhere you look, you only see red\nAnd wonder when to call off the race\nWatching a horse running down its last legs\nJust when you think it couldn't get much worse\nWatch the numbers rise on the death toll\nAnd the chimes of freedom flash and fade\nOnly heard from far, far away\n\nI hear you can't trust in your own\nNow the gray is broken in the early morn\nAnd the words forming barely have a voice\nIt's just your heart that's breaking without choice\n\nEverything you've learned is distorted in your head\nBouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread\nStaying up with the blue screen glow\nForgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago\n\nWhen the dread is flowing down my veins\nI want to tear it all down and build it up again\nTear it all down, build it up again\n\nHear your heart that's breaking without choice\nI want to hear those chimes ring again\nRing again",1 -3634,Blue_October___The_Answer,sad,"""The Answer [Verse 1]\nIf I can't crawl inside of you\nI'm laughing with a broken face\nI stumble across my self-esteem\nBut to picture the pleasure is making me want my space\nUnderstand that God wrapped you like a bow\nBut in my head, there's some shelves that need cleaning\nFrom basement to ceiling, control\nIf what you're seeing is an open book\nThat's great 'cause I'm an open book\nBut I'm real shy\nNow there's a part of me seeking\nAnd desperately needing to open up\nThat's strange 'cause I'm an open book, a confused boy\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people\nMy heart, while in its cage\nGive and not receive a thing\nBut the only funny thing:\nI don't know how to give myself advice\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I've got this post-traumatic thing\nThis tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger\nAnd that's where I want to state this claim\nThat I've got to learn to live and dream\nBefore I go and get myself in love, in love\nBefore, before, before I go and get myself in love\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's Zoloft, Welbutrin\nThere's Paxil that's proven, no side effects\nBut the rest left unnamed\n'Cause they worked like a charm on me\nBut when your savings is drying\nYou can't stop from crying\nYou've got to suck it up\nYou're not her buttercup\nYou're not her favorite book\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Pre-Chorus]\nI'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people\nMy heart, while in its cage\nGive and not receive a thing\nBut the only funny thing:\nI don't know how to give myself advice\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I've got this post traumatic thing\nThis tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger\nAnd that's where I want to state this claim\nThat I've got to learn to live and dream\nBefore I go and get myself in love, in love\nBefore, before, before I go and get myself in love ",1 -7577,Dubstar___Not_So_Manic_Now,calm,"""Not So Manic Now The wind's whistling\nMy mind's twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang\n\nBecause I've been up here for a while\nI'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block\nI'm not so manic now\nI can uphold the weight of those neighbours\nAnd she's lifting and throwing to the wall\nThe post-natal harmonies of youth\nWhen this younger man, twenty-five\nAdvantageously took away her pride\nThe wind's whistling\nMy mind's twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang\n\nI staggered shaking slowly to the door\nThrough the frosted panel I could see you\nYour intentions as a salesman truly cush\nYou endeavoured as a psycho just to push\nAnd whilst lifting and throwing to the wall\nMy puny structure of an ageing OAP\nNo reason why you chose my flat\nBreathing deeply in a trance\n\nThe wind's whistling\nMy mind's twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang\n\nI'm not so manic now not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now not so manic now\n\nBecause I've been up here for a while\nI'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block\nI'm not so manic now\nI can uphold the weight of those neighbours\nAnd she's lifting and throwing to the wall\nThe post-natal harmonies of youth\nWhen this younger man, twenty-five\nAdvantageously took away her pride\n I'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nI'm not so manic now\nNot so manic now ",2 -4215,Brett_Dennen___So_Far_From_Me,happy,"""So Far From Me Crows ravaging a field of wheat\nStars jealous of the moon\nScarecrows know their own defeat\nEnvy and the heart that it consumes\n\nToday i walked without you\nLike an empty bottle drifting out to sea\nI would change it if i knew how to\nBut it don't come that easily\n\nIf my heart wasn't such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn't feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn't such an ocean\nI wouldn't sink like a stone\nIf you weren't so far from me\nI could you hold you while you're sleepin\nAnd hear ya breathin softly\nAnd be there when you wake\nPhone calls cannot complete us\nLetters cannot replace\nThe miles and miles and miles between us\nAnother time another place\nIf my heart wasn't such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn't feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn't such an ocean\nI wouldn't sink like a stone\nI have yet to meet another\nWho burns bright as you\nI'm not looking for any other\nI only want you\nIf my heart wasn't such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn't feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn't such an ocean\nI wouldn't sink like a stone\nI wouldn't sink like a stone\nI wouldn't sink like a stone",0 -989,Amanda_Jenssen___Amarula_Tree,happy,"""Amarula Tree La da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa\n\nI don't need no money, mommy\nI don't have a lover, brother\nI keep away from the Juppies Puppy\nI just want my amarula tree\n\nOh, it moves me without a touch\nPeople say that I think too much\nBut I'm as happy as I can be\nHanging by my amarula tree\nI'm a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better destiny\nI'm a dreamer and as far as I can see, Amarula trees\nSo I'm a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better world for you and me, ohh\n\nLa da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa\n\nI don't look back I look beyond\nI'm just a struggling vagabond\nBut I get by well on my own\nWhere you are is what I call home\n\nWhow, it moves me without a touch\nPeople say that I drink too much\nBut I'm as happy as I can be\nHanging by my amarula tree\n\nI'm a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better destiny\nI'm a dreamer and as far as I can see, Amarula trees\nI'm a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better world for you and me\n La da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da da\nDa da da da\nDa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa ",0 -5360,Chris_Rea___The_Blue_Cafe,calm,"""The Blue Cafe My world is miles of endless roads\nThat leaves a trail of broken dreams\nWhere have you been\nI hear you say?\nI will meet you at the Blue Cafe\nBecause, this is where the one who knows\nMeets the one who does not care\nThe cards of fate\nThe older shows\nTo the younger one, who dares to take\nThe chance of no return\nWhere have you been?\nWhere are you going to?\nI want to know what is new\nI want to go with you\nWhat have you seen?\nWhat do you know that is new?\nWhere are you going to?\nBecause I want to go with you\n\nSo meet me down at the Blue Cafe\n\nThe cost is great, the price is high\nTake all you know, and say goodbye\nYour innocence, inexperience\nMean nothing now\n\nBecause, this is where the one who knows\nMeets the one that does not care\nWhere have you been?\nI hear you say\nI'll meet you at the Blue Cafe\n\nSo meet me at the Blue Cafe",2 -2421,Balligomingo___Lust,sad,"'Lust Follow me into deeper waters\nSinking fast into your eyes\nCaught inside your trance\n\nFeel my hunger for aching pleasure\nShelter me under your spell\nOffer me your soul\n\nFinally to free innocence\nDrowning in seas of you\nFeel the fire burning under\nWander free into my world\nLet me be your pearl\n\nFinally to free innocence drowning in seas of you Embed', 'default'",1 -3389,Black_Tambourine___Throw_Aggi_Off_The_Bridge,happy,"""Throw Aggi Off The Bridge I see your smile in my memory\nDriving your songs on my mind\nIt's hard when you live across the sea\nBut one day I know you'll be mine\nSo throw her off the bridge\nJust toss her in the drink\nShe's coming in between us\nYou know the girl I mean\nIt's time we were together\nIt's clear that I'm the one\nSo throw her off the bridge\nYou just know it's gotta be done\nI trace your curves with my fingertips\nYour perfect face on my sleeve\nMaybe you're singing your songs for her\nBut soon you will sing them to me\nSo throw her off the bridge\nJust toss her in the drink\nShe's coming in between us\nYou know the girl I mean\nIt's time we were together\nIt's clear that I'm the one\nSo throw her off the bridge\nYou just know it's gotta be done",0 -1394,Animal_Collective___My_Girls,happy,"""My Girls [Intro]\nIsn't much that I feel I need\nA solid soul and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl, and by my spouse\nI only want a proper house\nThere isn't much Isn't much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house\n\n[Verse]\nThere isn't much There isn't much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house\n[Verse]\nThere isn't much There isn't much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father's grave\nI don't care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\n [Verse]\nThere isn't much There isn't much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\nOn my father's grave\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\n[Chorus]\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don't mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls32 ",0 -6272,Damien_Dempsey___Spraypaint_Backalley,sad,"""Spraypaint Backalley Down a spray paint back alley\nI look up at the sky\nAnd I see through red eyes\nThe seagulls wheel around and around\n\nWorn out couches and fridges\nAnd mongrel dogs roam free\nThere are rags and there are riches\nInside this head for me\n\nWe drink cheap English cider\nAnd smoke hashish from North Africa\nI've been tryin' to get the mix right\nBut I haven't got it right tonight\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\n\nI've a fifteen year old mustache\nI'm so desperate for to be a man\nPeople tell me to shave it off\nIf I shave it I'm a boy again\n\nWatch my father and my brother\nFixing old cars\nAnd their rough oil stained hands\nAre skilled and scarred\n\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\n\nBehind this big rusty shed door\nThere's a punch bag and a clapped out car\nAs the car sits on breeze blocks\nThe punch bag takes some heavy shots\n\nDown the lane way sniffin' petrol\nI thought pebble dash was snow\nAs I stumbled in a blizzard\nThe pain inside me disappeared\n Cross the city down the alleys\nA thousand kids like me\nThey are watching through red eyes\nThe flock of little birds gracefully gliding by\n\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\n\nFought in the lane, lost in the lane\nSwallowed the shame, then I fought again\nFought in the lane, cried in the lane\nSwallowed the pain, then I fought again\n\nFell in the lane, got back up in the lane\nDied in the lane, and came alive again\n\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\n\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nThe stars, ooh the stars, the stars ",1 -8056,Elliott_Smith___Waltz_1,sad,"""Waltz #1 [Verse]\nEvery time the day darkens down and goes away\nPictures open in my head of me and you\nSilent and cliché\nAll the things we did and didn't say\nCovered up by what we did and didn't do\nGoing through every out I used to cop\nTo make the repetition stop\nWhat was I supposed to say?\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Outro]\nNow I never leave my zone\nWe'e both alone, I'm going home\nI wish I'd never seen your fa-a-ace 3 ",1 -4025,Boyz_II_Men___Under_Pressure,happy,"""Under Pressure [Intro: Man & Boyz II Men]\nOne, two, one, two, three\nBa-dum-ba-dum-dum-bop-boo-be-doo\nBa-do-ah, ba-do-ah, ba-do-ooh, ooh\nYo fellas?\nYo, yo what's happenin'\nYo, man, why don't we do something for the jeeps you know?\nYeah, like what though? That's cool\nLike some harmony over the hip-hop tracks?\nYeah Oh yeah, I'm with that, I'm with it, I'm with it\nHere check this out\nWait a minute, wait a minute, now\nCome on, girl\nCome on, girl\nCome on, girl\n[Verse 1]\nThere's a girl I know who look so fine\nShe really turns me on\nMy friends said I should\nBut it's takin' me too long\nEvery time I get the nerve to call\nShe is never home\nI leave another message\nAnd I sit here all alone\nShe's got me\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder pressure You know what I'm saying?\nAnd the feelin' is killin' me\nUnder pressure\nWhy is it, oh, so strong?\nI don't wanna be alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I got a chance to talk to her\nTo see just where we stand\nIf she felt the same about me\nCould I be her only man?\nI tried to write it out\nThat we could have some fun\nBut before I got an answer\nShe said she had to run, it's got me\nSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79 [Chorus]\nUnder pressure Woah\nAnd the feelin' is killin' me\nUnder pressure\nOh, I don't wanna be alone, alone\nUnder pressure Under pressure\nThe feelin' is killin' me, oh\nUnder pressure\nWhy is it, oh, so strong?\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder pressure You know what I'm saying?\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure\nAnd the feelin' is killin' me\nUnder pressure\nI need you Under pressure\nI want you Under pressure\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure Just let me play, baby\n\n[Outro]\nOh, Lord ",0 -9245,Flogging_Molly___Float,sad,"""Float Drank away the rest of the day, I wonder what my liver'd say\nDrink, that's all you can\nBlackened days with their bigger gales blow in your parlor to discuss the day\nListen, that's all you can\n\nOh, but don't, no, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don't, don't sink the boat\nThat you built\n\nSick and tired of what to say, no one listens anyway\nSing, that's all you can\nRambling years of lousy luck, you miss the smell of burning turf\nDream, that's all you can\nOh, but don't, no, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don't, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat\n\nSingled out for who you are, it takes all types to judge a man\nFeel, that's all you can\nFilthy suits with bigot ears hide behind their own worst fears\nLive, that's all you can\n\nIt's all you can\nIt's all you can do\n\nNo matter where I put my head, I'll wake up feeling sound again\nBreathe, that's all you can\nTomorrow smells of less decay, the flowers greet this blooming fray\nBe thankful, that's all you can\n\nOh, but don't, no, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don't, no, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat\n\nNo, don't, no, don't sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37 A ripe old age, a ripe old age\nI'm a ripe old age, that's what I am\nI'm a ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, just doing the best I can\n\nA ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, that's what I am\nA ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, just doing the best I can\n\nThe best I can5 ",1 -3751,Bob_Dylan___Just_Like_A_Woman,happy,"""Just Like a Woman [Verse 1]\nNobody feels any pain\nTonight as I stand inside the rain\nEverybody knows that baby's got new clothes\nBut lately I see her ribbons and her bows\nHave fallen from her curls\n\n[Chorus]\nShe takes just like a woman, yeah she does\nShe makes love just like a woman, yeah she does\nAnd she aches just like a woman\nBut she breaks just like a little girl\n[Verse 2]\nQueen Mary, she's my friend\nYes, I believe I'll go see her again\nNobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed\n'Til she finally sees that she's like all the rest\nWith her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls\n\n[Chorus]\nShe takes just like a woman, yes\nShe makes love just like a woman, yeah she does\nAnd she aches just like a woman\nBut she breaks just like a little girl\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, it was raining from the first\nAnd I was dying there of thirst\nSo I came in here\nAnd your long-time curse hurts\nBut what's worse\nIs this pain in here\nI can't stay in here\n\n[Verse 3]\nAin't it clear that I just can't fit\nYes, I believe it's time for us to quit\nBut when we meet again, introduced as friends\nPlease don't let on that you knew me when\nI was hungry and it was your world\n [Chorus]\nAh, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do\nYou make love just like a woman, yes, you do\nThen you ache just like a woman\nBut ya' break just like a little girl\n[Instrumental]4 ",0 -167,AFI___The_Leaving_Song,sad,"'The Leaving Song [Verse 1]\nWalked away, heard them say\n""Poisoned hearts will never change,"" walked away again\nTurned away in disgrace\nFelt the chill upon my face, cooling from within\n\n[Chorus]\nHard to notice gleaming from the sky\nWhen you\'re staring at the cracks\nHard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered\nYou walked away, heard them say\n""Poisoned hearts will never change,"" walked away again\n[Bridge]\nAll the cracks, they lead right to me\nAnd all the cracks will crawl right through me\nAll the cracks, they lead right to me\nAnd all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart\n\n[Verse 1]\nAs I walked away, heard them say\n""Poisoned hearts will never change,"" walked away again\nTurned away in disgrace\nFelt the chill upon my face, cooling from withinSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 2Embed', 'default'",1 -3201,Bishop_Allen___Like_Castanets,happy,"""Like Castanets This city is silver in the moon\nAnd mountains heaped with sugar spoons\nThe click and clatter of my feet\nOn lonely crooked cobbled streets\nLike castanets\n\nDown past the window shutter tie\nThe hollow of a haunted night\nIt's raining now out on the beach\nThe chit and chatter of my teeth\nLike castanets\nI'm following the coffee trail\nAnd drink it black and by the bail\nThe pesos turn to paper cups\nMy fingers tremble at the touch\nLike castanets\n\nSanta Lucia\nBella vista\nSan Cristobal\nLa Moneda\n\nAnd on the cable car I climb\nUp to the sacred virgin shrine\nThis city's smothered in the smog\nThe snippy snap of wild dogs\nLike Castanets\n\nTomorrow is Assumption Day\nI ask them what they celebrate\nDaniello says he can't explain\nBut he'll be clappin' anyway\nLike castanets\n\nOh, like castanets",0 -1813,Arctic_Monkeys___Bigger_Boys_And_Stolen_Sweethearts,happy,"""Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts [Verse 1]\nThere's always somebody taller with more of a wit\nAnd he's equipped to enthrall her and her friends think he’s fit\nAnd you just can't measure up though, you don't have a prayer\nWishing that you'd made the most of her when she was there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey've got engaged, there's no intention of a wedding\nHe's pinched your bird and he'd probably kick your head in\n\n[Chorus]\nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, you’re better off without her anyway\nYou said you wasn't sad to see her go\nYeah, but I know you were though\n[Verse 2]\nNow you don't know what she's up to, you can only assume\nIf she's not in the front of the shops then they've gone to his room\nBet she's gone 'round in her school stuff, bet that’s what he likes\nI know you thought she were different and you thought she were nice\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut she's not nice, she's pretty fucking far from nice\nShe’s looking at you funny, rarely looking at you twice\n\n[Chorus]\nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, you’re better off without her anyway\nYou said you wasn't sad to see her go\nYeah, but it's clear you were though\n\n[Verse 3]\nHave you heard what she has been doing? Never did it for me\nHe picks her up at the school gate at twenty past three\nShe’s been with all of the boys but never went very far\nAnd she wagged English and Science just to go in his car\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey've got engaged, there's no intention of a wedding\nHe's pinched me bird and he'd probably kick my head in\nOh, now the girls have grown\nYeah, but I'm sure that they still carry on in similar ways\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 [Chorus]\nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, I'm better off without her anyway\nI said I wasn’t sad to see her go\nYeah, but I’m only pretending, you know\nYeah, I’m only pretending, you know\nI was only pretending, you know\nI was only pretending, you know5 ",0 -2841,Ben_Kweller___Falling,sad,"'Falling Wind is, cold alright back in Dallas\nThe neon light from the building\nLets you know you\'re home\n\nYou\'d go, way back when\nIf you wanted, to be my friend\nDo you call me\nI\'d understand, it\'s true\n\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say ""hello"" to the ground\nBah bah bah bah bah bah\n\nWait there, I\'ll be right back\nDown in Times Square\nIt\'s a heart attack\nAll the feeling\nThat makes you feel so new\n\nHey, trees fall and so do men\nEven the walls start caving in\nAnd you feel like there\'s no pretend for you\n\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say ""hello"" to the ground\n\nWe could talk if days weren\'t so fast\nAnd mistakes just leave it so unsure\nWanna hold you like never before\nCause we\'re falling and I love you more and more\n\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down?\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down?\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling, falling, falling, down\n I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say hello to the ground\n\nBah bah bah bah bah bah\n\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\n\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling falling falling\nJust say hello to the groundEmbed', 'default'",1 -3520,Bloc_Party___Zephyrus,sad,"'Zephyrus [Verse 1]\nBackwards, forwards but making no ground at all\nStanding in the city with the clocks counting one\nAnd your face is still wet from the fight before\nAs your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them\nBaby, I\'m ashamed of the things I put you through\nBaby, I\'m ashamed of the man I was for you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do""\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do""\n[Verse 2]\nHow fast must we run before we can just take off in flight?\nHow far must we run before they do not recognise us?\nSo let\'s take this from the start, you\'ll be me and I\'ll be you\nAnd let\'s try not to complain about your smoking\nAnd my distant heart\nAnd my distant heart\nAnd my distant heart\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do""\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do""\n\n[Bridge]\nToo many mirrors in this house\nAnd I don\'t like to see myself like this\nI\'m becoming the man I used to be, I guess\nThese walls could tell you a thing or two\nThings that you really don\'t want to know\nLend me your eyes for your point of view\nLend me your feet and I\'ll stand up for you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do""\nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas ""I needed you as much as they do"" Embed', 'default'",1 -681,Alexandra_Burke___Hallelujah,sad,"""Hallelujah [Verse 1]\nI heard there was a secret chord\nThat David played, and it pleased the Lord\nBut you don't really care for music, do ya?\nWell, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth\nThe minor fall and the major lift\nThe baffled king composing Hallelujah\n\n[Chorus]\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\n[Verse 2]\nYour faith was strong but you needed proof\nYou saw her bathing on the roof\nHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya\nShe tied you to her kitchen chair\nShe broke your throne, and she cut your hair\nAnd from your lips she drew the Hallelujah\n\n[Chorus]\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\n\n[Bridge]\nMaybe there's a God above\nBut all I've ever learned from love\nWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew you\nIt's not a cry that you hear at night\nIt's not someone who's seen the light\nIt's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah\n\n[Chorus]\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelu'\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\n [Outro]\nHallelujah, Hallelujah ",1 -152,AFI___The_Leaving_Song_Pt_II,sad,"""The Leaving Song Pt. II [Verse 1]\nDon't waste your touch, you won't feel anything\nOr were you sent to save me?\nI've thought too much, you won't find anything\nWorthy of redeeming\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYo he estado aquí muchas veces antes y regresó\n\n[Chorus]\nTo break down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\n[Verse 2]\nImperfect cry, and scream in ecstasy\nSo what befalls the flawless?\nLook what I've built please don't do this\nIt shines so beautifully why won't you look at me\nNow watch as it destroys me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nY regreso aquí otra vez y comienzo\n\n[Chorus]\nTo break down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\n\n[Bridge]\nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all to die\n\nI saw its birth, I watched it grow\nI felt it change me\nI took the life, I ate it slow\nNow it consumes me\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 [Chorus]\nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nHeart away4 ",1 -3842,Bombay_Bicycle_Club___How_Are_You,happy,"""How Are You [Verse 1]\nShe seemed like an alright girl\nAnd I was thinking just one night won't hurt\nAnd I remember saying to her\nI don't want to get much older\n\n[Chorus]\nSo Long\nSo Long\nSo Long\n[Verse 2]\nAlways seem to be on the run\nWe haven't spoken in so long\nWe can't get past the 'how are you?'\nWe're not talking like we used to\n\n[Chorus]\nSo Long\nSo Long\nSo Long\n\n[Verse 3]\nAlways seem to be on the run\nWe haven't spoken in so long\nWe can't get past the 'how are you?'\nWe're not talking like we used to\n\n[Chorus]\nSo Long\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go\nSo Long\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go 1 ",0 -2754,Belle_and_Sebastian___The_Wrong_Girl,sad,"""The Wrong Girl I went looking for my darling\nI went looking for a sign\nAnd I found her in the morning\nSomewhere in the back of my mind\n\nI'm not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one\n\nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mind\nI went looking for my darling\nI went looking for a sign\nAnd I found her in the morning\nSomewhere in the back of my mind\n\nI'm not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one\n\nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mind\n\nI'm not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one\n\nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mindSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",1 -565,Airiel___In_Your_Room,sad,"""In Your Room [Verse 1]\nI always try\nTo keep my eyes from closing besides\nI still see you\nIt seems so right\nTo think of the time we could have tonight\nAnd it's so cold\nIt seems my hands are colder than yours\nWarm me up inside\nYour face turns red and so does mine\n[Chorus]\nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou shine so bright\nA light inside my head\nI love the thought\nOf staring at you\nAsleep at night\nKaleidoscopic thoughts of me and you\nAnd you're just so cool\nFor me to see\nThe life we'd have and we'd tell everyone\nYour face turns red and so does mine\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie\n\n[Verse 3]\nI always try\nTo keep my eyes from closing besides\nI still see you\nAsleep at night\nKaleidoscopic thoughts of me and you\nAnd so you'll join my way of life\n [Chorus]\nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie\nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie2 ",1 -3160,Billy_Paul___Me_and_mrs_Jones,happy,"""Me and Mrs. Jones [Chorus]\nMe and Mrs Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong\nTo let it go now\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe meet every day at the same cafe — 6:30\nI know, I know she'll be there\nHolding hands, making all kinds of plans\nWhile the jukebox plays our favorite song\n[Chorus]\nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong\nTo let it go now\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe gotta be extra careful\nThat we don't build our hopes up too high\nCause she's got her own obligations\nAnd so, and so do I\n\n[Chorus]\nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong\nTo let it go now\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, it's time for us to be leaving\nIt hurts so much, it hurts so much inside\nNow she'll go her way\nAnd I'll go mine\nBut tomorrow we'll meet the same place\nThe same time\n [Chorus]\nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on\n\n[Outro]\nWe gotta be extra careful\nWe can't afford to build our hopes up too high\nI wanna meet and talk with you\nAt the same place, the same cafe, the same time\nAnd we're gonna hold hands like we used to\nWe gonna talk it over, talk it over\nWe know, they know\nAnd you know and I know it was wrong\nBut I'm thinking strong\nWe gotta let 'em know now\nThat we got a thing going on, a thing going on4 ",0 -6888,Depeche_Mode___Told_You_So,sad,"'Told You So [Verse 1]\nAnd do those feet in modern times\nWalk upon the flowers and walk upon their brothers\nWhile their heads are busy lying low trying to keep to cover, oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day\n\n[Chorus]\nSo they can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\n[Verse 2]\nBring me my gun of itching desire\nBring me my bullets and I will fire\nSights set higher than the tall church spire\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day\n\n[Chorus]\nSo they can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\n\n[Bridge]\nStanding in line, the blind lead the blind\nWaiting and waiting for an overdue sign\nBrothers and sisters playing Chinese whispers\nIf things aren\'t suited then they\'ll get diluted\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere\'s one more dead with a hole in his head\nHe shouldn\'t have said all the things he said\nMany tears were shed for the blood he bled\n [Pre-Chorus]\nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day\n\n[Chorus]\nSo they can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, ""Told you so""\nTold you so, told you so\n[Outro]\nTold you so, told you so, told you so, told you so, told you so\nTold you so, told you so, told you so, told you so, told you so2Embed', 'default'",1 -26,10_Years___Wasteland,sad,"'Wasteland [Intro]\nChange my attempt, good intentions\n\n[Verse 1]\nCrouched over, you were not there, living in fear\nBut signs were not really that scarce, obvious tears\nBut I will not hide you through this, I want you to help them\nPlease see the bleeding heart perched on my shirt\nDie, withdraw, hide in cold sweat, quivering lips\nIgnore remorse, naming a kid, living wasteland\nThis time you\'ve tried all that you can, turning you red\n[Chorus]\nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\nHere we are with your obsession\nShould I? Could I?\n\n[Verse 2]\nCrowned, hopeless, the article read, ""living wasteland""\nThis time you\'ve tried all that you can, turning you red\nBut I will not hide you through this, I want you to help\n\n[Chorus]\nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\nHere we are with your obsession\nShould I? Could I?\n\n[Bridge]\nHeave the silver, hollow sliver\nPiercing through another victim\nTurn and tremble, be judgmental\nIgnorant to all the symbols\nBlind the face with beauty paste\nEventually, you\'ll one day know\n\n[Chorus]\nChange my attempt, good intentions\nLimbs tied, skin tight\nSelf inflicted his perdition\nShould I? Could I?\nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\n [Outro Only in the 2005 version]\nShould I? Could I?11Embed', 'default'",1 -4462,Bruce_Springsteen___Darkness_On_The_Edge_Of_Town,calm,"""Darkness on the Edge of Town [Verse 1]\nWell they're still racing out at the Trestles\nBut that blood it never burned in her veins\nNow I hear she's got a house up in Fairview\nAnd a style she's trying to maintain\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, if she wants to see me\nYou can tell her that I'm easily found\nTell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge\nAnd tell her\nThere's a darkness on the edge of town\nThere's a darkness on the edge of town\n[Verse 2]\nWell everybody's got a secret, son\nSomething that they just can't face\nSome folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it\nThey carry it with them every step that they take\n\n[Chorus]\nTill some day they just cut it loose\nCut it loose or let it drag 'em down\nWhere no one asks any questions\nOr looks too long in your face\nIn the darkness on the edge of town\nIn the darkness on the edge of town\n\n[Verse 3]\nSome folks are born into a good life\nAnd other folks get it anyway, anyhow\nWell then I lost my money and I lost my wife\nThem things don't seem to matter much to me now\n\n[Chorus]\nTonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop\nI'll be on that hill with everything I got\nLives on the line where dreams are found and lost\nI'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost\nFor wanting things that can only be found\nIn the darkness on the edge of town\nIn the darkness on the edge of townSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 3 ",2 -4203,Brendan_Perry___Voyage_Of_Bran,sad,"'Voyage Of Bran Father, father\nCan you tell me\nWhere the hours go?\nWhere time flows?\nIs it written in the stars\nUpon the milky way\nThat we must burn bright\nBefore we fade away?\n\nMother, mother\nCan you tell me\nWhere the fire goes\nWhen the flames cease?\n""From the ashes\nTo the astral plain\nWhere the setting sun\nMeets the sea, Brendan""\nI live by the river\nWhere the old gods still dream\nOf inner communion\nWith the open sea\nThrough the eye of a hunter\nIn search of a prey\nNeither beast nor human\nIn my philosophy\n\nIf you don\'t recognise me\nWell, it\'s simply because\nI\'ve outgrown these old clothes\nTime to move on\nFor you and I will outlive\nThe masks life gave us\nWhen this shadowplay comes\nTo a close Embed', 'default'",1 -8928,Faust___Giggy_Smile,sad,"""Giggy Smile Please me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\n\nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\n\nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down\n\nKill me but don't kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it's crazy I'm so lazy\nIn the rising sun\nKill me but don't kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it's crazy I'm so lazy\nIn the rising sun\n\nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down\n\nKill me but don't kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it's crazy I'm so lazy\nIn the rising sun\nKill me but don't kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it's crazy I'm so lazy\nIn the rising sun\n Better touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down ",1 -9269,Fluke___Tosh,happy,"'Tosh Super human fly, super sensitized\nSuper this and that, super value pack\nSuper grass for gain, super power games\nSuper secret spy, under supervised\nOn a super stage, Super market chains\nSuper tanker spill, pinpoint super kill\nSuper info fact, super computer hack\nSuper master plan, cream of superman\n\nSuper deluxe fit, super shuttle trip\nSuper weekend break, super move to make\nSherlock super sleuth, super channel news\nFuture super race, super heavy weight\nSuper sexy stars, superficial farce\nSuperceding all, super 4 point 4\nSuper 2 point 2, super me and you\nOn a super charge, living super fast\nSuperintendent, common super sense\nSuper data stream, super squeaky clean\nFrom the superbowl, what a supreme show\nSuper place to go, on board the super flow\nSuper highway bus, connecting them and us\nSuper tune it up, super fast enough\nSuper nova shine, super x-ray eyes\nLooking deep inside, superstitious minds\n\nSupertronic key, Super A.B.C\nSuper title crown, into super sound\nSuper saver fare, weston super mare\nSuper do ray me, super duper wheeze\nSupercilious, super stupid fuss\nSuper conducting thing, twenty super kings\nSure shot super sub, super unleaded plus\nFrom the super loo, less than super cool\nSuper groupie tour, lake superior\nSmoking super skunk, lost in super funk\nSuper structure flaw, discount super store\nSuper sonic boom, super rhythm groove\nSuper mario, super high and low\nOne off super smash, super black market clash\nSoft and super strong, Super imposition\nSuper annuate, Super smashing great Embed', 'default'",0 -7426,Dope___Everything_Sucks,anger,"""Everything Sucks [Verse 1]\nIf somebody's askin', I've gone away\nYeah, somebody's packin' and gone today\nThe summer was lovely and I enjoyed my stay\nMaybe I'll be back one day\nSorry to hurry, but I'll miss my plane\nDon't worry about me, I'll be okay\nSee ya the next time, maybe you'll stop by\nMaybe, well, I'll try, hopefully, but I guess...\n\n[Chorus]\nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us\n[Verse 2]\nSo-and-so called me yesterday\nSo-and-so tells me that so's okay\nI-don't-know took me far away\nHopefully, I'll be back one day\nSo many places, so many faces\nEverything changes, and everything's the same\nSo many places, so many faces\nEverything changes, yeah, typical, but I guess...\n\n[Chorus]\nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us\n\n[Bridge]\nEverything sucks!\nEverything sucks!\n\n[Chorus]\nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us",3 -959,Alphawezen___Rain,calm,"'Rain Rain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts\n\nAnd let it rain\nLovely rain, come and wash away\n\nLead me astray\nTake me to a place where we remain the same\n\nOne more day\nTo wax and wane\nI was lost within your frequencies\nHow beautiful your song\n\nNow we’re older than we used to be\nIt seems like we are gone\n\n…\n\nRain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts\n\nAnd let it rain\nLovely rain, come and wash away\n\nLead me astray\nTake me to a place where we remain the same\n\nOne more day\nTo wax and wane\n\nI was lost within your frequencies\nHow beautiful your song\n\nNow we’re older than we used to be\nIt seems like we are gone\n …\n\nRain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts\n\nAnd let it rain\nLovely rainEmbed', 'default'",2 -8139,Eluveitie___Grey_Sublime_Archon,happy,"""Grey sublime archon I raise my hand against ye, thief!\nFor we're accustomed to receive\nNot to give hostages\nHear these words! deeds are overt!\n\nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies\n\nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks\nGray Sublime Archon I've been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day\n\nI raise my hand against it all\nI question now, did I fail?\nOr retain our dignity\nAnd shelter of this defilement?\n\nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies\n\nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks\n\nGray Sublime Archon I've been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day\n\nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks\n\nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies\n Gray Sublime Archon I've been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day ",0 -1958,Asobi_Seksu___Goodbye,happy,"""Goodbye Once I had a girlfriend\nShe made my heart just want to die\nShe just couldn't stay inside\nShe'll make you open up your eyes until you've\nCried yourself a river\nThrow your hands up in the sky\nTo be by her side\nI'll do anything if just to make her stay\nMake her stay\nTo make her stay\nStay...count the time until you're mine\nWill they ever know\nWe can't deny the world outside just leaves us cold\nCount the time until you're mine\nThey'll never know\nOh, we'll compromise\nThe world outside just leaves us cold\nOnce she gave a reason\nBut the end just made me cry\nA red sunrise outside\nShe made me open up my eyes until I\nFinally looked around me\nWhen I heard her soft reply\nI can't pretend to try\nI'll do anything if just to make her stay\nMake her stay\nTo make her stay\nStay",0 -4036,Boyzone___No_Matter_What,sad,"""No Matter What [Verse 1]\nNo matter what they tell us\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they teach us\nWhat we believe is true\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo matter what they call us\nHowever, they attack\nNo matter where they take us\nWe'll find our own way back\n[Chorus]\nI can't deny what I believe\nI can't be what I'm not\nI know I'll love forever\nI know, no matter what\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf only tears were laughter\nIf only night was day\nIf only prayers were answered\nThen we would hear God say\n\n[Verse 4]\nNo matter what they tell you\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they teach you\nWhat you believe is true\n\n[Verse 6]\nAnd I will keep you safe and strong\nAnd sheltered from the storm\nNo matter where it's barren\nA dream is being born\n\n[Verse 5]\nNo matter who they follow\nNo matter where they lead\nNo matter how they judge us\nI'll be everything you need\n [Verse 7]\nNo matter if the sun don't shine The sun don't shine\nOr if the skies are blue Skies are blue\nNo matter what the ending\nMy life began with you\n\n[Chorus]\nI can't deny what I believe What I believe\nI can't be what I'm not\nI know, I know\nI know this love's forever\nThat's all that matters now\nNo matter what\n\n[Outro]\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that's all that matters to me ",1 -1305,Angela_Bofill___Break_It_To_Me_Gently,sad,"""Break It To Me Gently Did you think that your smile\nCould hide what's on your mind?\nNo matter how I tried\nI just couldn't be so blind\nWe've been close but people grow\nAnd they sometimes grow apart\nThere's just one thing I ask you\nIf you've had a change of heart…\n\nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTry to spare my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\nI'm not ashamed to admit\nI really hurt inside\nAfter all these are my feelings\nWhy should I make them hide?\nBut I won't hold you back\nThere'll be no pulling on your sleeve\nJust let me down easy\nAnd go softly when you leave…\n\nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTry to spare my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\n\nYou always knew that you had my heart\nIt's still yours, if you wanna take it\nBut when you go, as I know you must\nBe gentle with your breaking\n\nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTrust me and my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\n Break it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\nGoodbye, goodbye... ",1 -4977,Cat_Power___Faces,sad,"""Faces Looking out across the next few days\nI can see nothing\nLooking out across the next few year\nI can see they're gonna go by fast\nLooking out across the next few days\nSmoke's gonna clear slowly\nLooking out across the next few days\nI can see they're gonna go by fast\nThey're gonna go by, lying for me\nSo I won't hear a thing to bat me back\nSo I'll notice some grave thing\nI'm not made of successful things\nI'm not made of successful things\nI'm not made of success\nI've got what it takes\nI've got what it takes\nTo rest\nTo rest\nTo rest\nBut I'm still around\nLooking across the faces I've know\nI can see\nNothing\nLooking out across my family members\nI know they miss me\nI know they must miss me\nNever had a lot of fun\nBetter things to do around the house\nNever had a lot of fun\nBetter things to do without\nLying for me\nSo I won't hear a thing to bat me back\nSo I'll notice some grave thing\nI'm not made of successful things",1 -4730,Camera_Obscura___Lets_Get_Out_Of_This_Country,happy,"""Let’s Get Out of This Country [Verse 1]\nLet's get out of this country\nI'll admit I'm bored with me\nI drowned my sorrows, slept around\nWhen not in body, at least in mind\nWe'll find a cathedral city\nYou can convince me I am pretty, oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe'll pick berries and recline\nLet's hit the road, friend of mine\nWave goodbye to our thankless jobs\nDrive for miles, and never turn off\nWe'll find a cathedral city\nYou can be handsome, I'll be pretty\n[Chorus]\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nEveryone else thinks it's the bee's knees\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nI just can't see\nI just can't see, oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet's get out of this country\nI have been so unhappy\nSmell the jasmine, my head will turn\nFeel like getting confessional\nWe'll find a cathedral city\nYou can convince me I am pretty\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nEveryone else thinks it's the bee's knees\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nI just can't see\nI just can't see, oh\nOh\nOh",0 -6186,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Lover_Lay_Down,happy,"""Lover Lay Down Spring sweet rhythm dance in my head\nSlip into my lover's hands\nKiss me oh won't you kiss me now\nAnd sleep I would inside your mouth\n\nDon't be us too shy\nKnowing it's no big surprise\nThat I will wait for you\nI will wait for no one but you\n\nLook please lover lay down\nSpend this time with me\nTogether share this smile\nLover lay down\nWalk with me, walk with you\nHold my hand your hands\nSo much we have dreamed\nAnd you were so much younger\nHard to explain that we are stronger\n\nA million reasons life to deny\nLet's toss them away\nSee you and me we\nLay down look see\nShe and he\nBy my lover's side\nTogether share this smile\nEach other's tears to cry\nTogether share this smile\nLover lay down\n\nOh please\nLook please lover lay down\nOh please lover lay down\nAnd you weep\nLover lay down\nCause it's over\nLover lay down\nSay lover, say lover, say lover, say lover, say lover\nCould I love you\nCould you love me 4x\nDarling it's\nAll the same 4x\n'Til we dance away 4x\nChasing me all around\nLeading me all around\nLeading me all around in circles 2x\nSay...See Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69",0 -4772,Candi_Staton___He_Called_Me_Baby,sad,"""He Called Me Baby [Verse 1]\nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nUsed to hold and kiss me 'til the dawn\nThen one day I awoke and he was gone\nThere's no more baby, baby all night long\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nLord, I feel so empty since he's been gone\nNow I lie here and I die here until the dawn\nI miss my baby, baby, baby all night long\n[Bridge]\nHe called me baby, baby, baby all night long, yes, he did\nKissed my tears away when things went wrong\nWhat I'd give, what I'd give if he'd come on back home\nAnd call me baby, baby, baby all night long, oh, yeah\nMmm hmm, yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nHeld me up so high and made me strong\nNow each night in dreams, just like a song\nI can still hear baby, baby, baby all night long\n\n[Outro]\nI can still hear baby, baby, baby, baby\nAll night long\nI can still hear him call me baby, baby, baby, baby\nAll night long\nOh, what you do is just hold me, baby\nSqueeze me, baby, all night long\nI just wanna hear you say baby",1 -7176,Dillinger___Cocaine_In_My_Brain,happy,"'Cocaine in My Brain [Intro]\nHey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya\nI want you to spell for me something\nI want you to spell for me ""New York"", man\nWhy do you want me to spell New York, man?\nI just want you to spell for me ""New York""\nCan you do that, man?\nSure, man, I can spell New York\nWell, go ahead, man\nN-E-W-Y-O-R-K, that`s New York, man\nNo, man, you\'ve made a mistake, man\nI\'m going to teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York, man Well, go ahead, man\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York, man\nYou see, no matter where I treat my guest\nThey always like my kitchen best\n[Verse 1]\n\'Cause I\'ve cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve cocaine running around my brain\nI want to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters\nI want you to hold me tight \'cause I\'m out of sight and I\'m dynamite\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\n\n[Chorus]\nMan-oh-man, I\'ve gotta be on the run\nBecause I\'ve got to meet the setting sun\nI\'ve got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine\nJust running around my brain, I\'ve got cocaine\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya\nI want you spell for me something, Jim\nI want you spell for me New York\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nKnife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nRide on, huh, ride on\nRide on, huh, ride on\n\n[Bridge]\nWhenever time I walk in the rain\nMan-oh-man, it make me feel a burning pain\nKeep on burning in my bloody brain\n [Verse 3]\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nNo matter where I treat my guests\nThey always like my kitchen best\nBecause I\'ve got a whole lot of cocaine\nJust running around my brain\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nRide on, ride on, ride on, ride on\nI\'ve got cocaine, cocaine\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine\nRunning around my brain\n\n[Chorus]\nI want you to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters\nI want you to hold tight \'cause I\'m out of sight and I\'m dynamite\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, Jim, Jim, just a minute\nJust a minute, just a minute\nJust a minute, just a minute\n[Verse 4]\nCocaine, Lord, it\'s cocaine\nYeah, it\'s cocaine, I want cocaine\nLord, I want cocaine Huh\nThat\'s cocaine, and that\'s cocaine\nRunning around my brain\nRunning around my brain\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine Yeah\n\n[Outro]\nMan-oh-man, I\'ve gotta be on the run\nBecause I\'ve got to meet that setting sun\nAnd I\'ve got a whole lot of cocaine just running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine, cocaine, cocaine\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine2Embed', 'default'",0 -4350,Britney_Spears_featuring_Ying_Yang_Twins___I_Got_That_Boom_Boom,happy,"""I Got That Boom Boom [Intro: Ying Yang Twins]\nShorty\nWe goin' to go to the club and get crunk with Britney\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nYing Yang, Ya Who? Britney\n\n[Hook: Ying Yang Twins]\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\n[Spoken: Britney Spears]\nYeah\nThis is for all the southern boys out there\nBritney Spears Check this out\n\n[Verse 1: Britney Spears]\nI see you looking my way\nAnd I know that\nYou have something to say\nWatching every inch of my body\nLike you wanted to play So here we go\nBoom, boom, boy, you look so sexy\nBoom, boom, boy, you look so sexy\nI begin to dance, just a little bit\nTo turn you on Yeah, I got that\n\n[Chorus: Britney Spears]\nI got that boom boom that you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it's gone\nI got that boom boom that you want\nI don't think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late\n\n[Verse 2: Britney Spears]\nYou had caught my eye and\nI wanted to get to know you\nDon't be shy, I want you to come closer\nSo what you gonna do? So here we go\nBoom boom, boy, you look so sexy So damn sexy\nBoom boom, boy, you look so sexy Tonight\n [Chorus: Britney Spears]\nI got that boom boom that you want That you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it's gone\nI got that boom boom I got that boom boom that you want\nI don't think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late\n\n[Hook: Ying Yang Twins]\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she fine\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\n\n[Bridge: Ying Yang Twins]\nTwilly-Twilly, what? Twilly Twilly, what?\nTwilly-Twilly, shorty get on the floor shake that ass for me\nTwilly-Twilly, Twilly-Twilly, Twilly-Twilly\nShorty get on the floor shake that ass for me\n\n[Verse 3: Ying Yang Twins]\nShe naked, she soakin' wet\nStrip tease like an hmm, dripping sweat\nShe got a little body that I can't forget\nI ain't met a young lady that out did her yet\nBritney Spears and the Ying Yang Twins\nHuh, we done became friends\nMight as well let the party begin\nIf you with it then join on in\n[Hook: Ying Yang Twins]\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that\n\n[Chorus: Britney Spears]\nI got that boom boom that you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it's gone\nI got that boom boom that you want I got that boom boom\nI don't think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late\nI got that boom boom that you want yeah\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it's gone\nI got that boom boom that you want yeah\nI don't think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late\n\n[Post-Chorus: Britney Spears]\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy Damn, you look so sexy\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy What you doing to me?\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy Damn, you're turning me on\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy\n\n[Outro: Ying Yang Twins]\nHey\nYup!3 ",0 -6479,Darren_Hayes___What_You_Like,happy,"""What You Like I want to thank you my friend\nFor making me feel worthwhile\nSweeter than the honey of your lips\nAnd kindness in your smile\nHand in hand we float across the room\nExplosions deep inside\nCheek to cheek, there's clouds under my feet\nThere's only you and I\n\nPlease tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right\nLookin' back on lonely nights\nSearching for love again\nI never knew my journey began\nAnd ended with you my friend\nSofter than your butterfly kisses\nAnd stronger than my desire\nI wanna thank you my friend\nFor making me feel alive\n\nPlease tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right\n\nI'll never mess it up again\nWon't let it slip like grains of sand\nThrough careless fingertips because\nI'm a man who understands\nThough burned by the fire\nI can learn to feel the light again\nAnd listen I can hear your demands\nI know I can do it give me one more chance\nBaby here I am\n Please tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right\n\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe've got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right ",0 -1654,Apollo_440___Hustler_Groove,happy,"""Hustler Groove It was full moon in the middle of June\nIn the summer of ‘59\nI was young and cool\nShot a bad game of pool\nAnd hustled all the chumps I could find\n\nThe main hustler's rule is don't blow your cool\n\nI partied hard\nAnd packed a mean rod\nAnd played the horses at the track\nI've won at cards, against tremendous odds\nMy favorite game was black jack!\nYes, I was hound studs dream!\nA hustler supreme!\nThere wasn't no game that couldn't I couldn't play\nAnd if I caught a man cheatin'\nI would give ‘em a beatin'\nAnd I might even blow him away!\nThe main hustler's rule is don't blow your cool\n\nBack when I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2\n\nAnd not a time flew by\nAnd it was soon July\nAnd the days grew funky and hot\nAnd me and Spoon\nWe played it cool\nAnd I taught him to shoot pool\nTill he could soon sink three in one shot\nKept him under wraps\nTill he had master shooting craps\nAnd could deal a winning hand\nWe would practice all day\nAnd at night we would play\nPoker, Tonk and Cooncan\n\nWhen I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2\nDon't blow your cool!\n\nBack when I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2\nDon't blow your cool!\n Now you could feel all the tension\nBuilding up at the convention\nAs the hustlers began to arrive\nMust have been 9000 or more\nThat came to the door\nThe time was 11:55\n\nThere were pickpockets, dope peddlers, murderers and thieves\nCard shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves\nBank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps\nProstitutes and call girls and all kinds of nymphs\nLoan sharks, swindlers, counterfeiters and fences\nCrooked politicians spending campaign expenses\nHijackers, arsonists, bookies and the mob\nAnd anybody else who ever killed, cheated or robbed\n\nThe main hustlers rule is don't blow your cool\n\nIt was full moon in the middle of June\nIn the summer of ‘59\nI was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool\nAnd hustled all the chumps I could find ",0 -2344,Backstreet_Boys___Not_For_Me,happy,"""Not for Me [Intro: Brian]\nYeah, mmh-mm no no, no no\n\n[Verse 1: Brian, AJ & Nick]\nI was looking for something\nOn the crime scene\nWhere you're in too deep\nI found a note with his number\nIt's just another clue that leads to you\nI got a little suspicious\nI got a feeling that you ain't true to me\nI should've known better\nThat to buy your lies your sweet disguise\n[Pre-Chorus: Nick]\nYou can fool anyone but I've got eyes to see\nThat you're not for me, babe\n\n[Chorus: All, Nick, Brian & AJ]\nNo no, uh uh!\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh!\nAnd now I know what it's coming to\nNo no, uh uh!\n'Cause if you think that it's the way that love should be\nLet me tell you it's not for me no no no\n\n[Verse 2: AJ & Nick]\nI don't wanna be part of your screenplay\nJust tell me, did you rehearse on me?\nJust tell me the story\nBaby who's to win? Me or him?\nCaught in the middle\nAnd I'm tired of your games of hide and seek\nI'm getting the feeling\nThat it's time for me to leave\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Brian & AJ]\nYou can fool anyone but I've got eyes to see eyes to see\nThat you're not for me, baby!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nNo no, uh uh! yeah, yeah\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh!\nAnd now I know what it's coming to\nNo no, uh uh!\n'Cause if you think that it's the way that love should be\nLet me tell you it's not for me\n\n[Interlude: Brian, AJ & All]\nYeah, yeah!\nI said no no! no way\nNo no, no no\n\n[Bridge: All & AJ]\nI had enough of your talk, your games\nAnd they won't go away won't go away\nJustify my reasons to say say, reasons to say!\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nNo no, uh uh! uh uh, yeah yeah\nLet me hear you say no no uh uh!\nNo no\nLet me tell you it's not for me\nI said no no, uh uh!\n'Cause if you think that it's the way that love should be\nWell let me tell you it's not for me!\nNo no, uh uh!\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh! yeah\nAnd now I know what it's coming to\nNo no, uh uh! mmh, mmh\n'Cause if you think that it's the way that love should be\nWell let me tell you it's not for me! ",0 -2600,Beatsteaks___Whats_Coming_Over_You,sad,"""What’s Coming Over You [Intro]\nDon't let go\nI go down with you\nDon't let go\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou offer and feature\nLet anyone see you\nNow this what i'll do\nTo charm and please you\nSo how can you stumble?\nLet anyone run you\nWhatever will come true\nWhat will be will be\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy don't you take your time\nTo be the next one in line\nDon't let go\nDon't let anyone know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's coming over you, oh\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat's coming over you\nComing over you\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're nervous by nature\nAnd just sitting next to\nA love and a statue\nTo look and live up to\nSo how can you stumble?\nLet anyone run you\nWhatever will come true\nWhat will be will be\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy don't you take your time\nTo be the next one in line\nDon't let go\nDon't let anyone know\n [Chorus]\nWhat's coming over you, oh\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat's coming over you\nComing over you\n\n[Bridge]\nAh\nSo don't let go\nI go down with you\nDon't let anyone know\nWhat's coming over you\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah\nComing over you\nComing over you\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat's coming over you\nComing over you\nComing over you ",1 -50,A_Fine_Frenzy___What_I_Wouldnt_Do,happy,"""What I Wouldn’t Do If we were children, I would bake you a mud pie\nWarm and brown beneath the sun\nNever learned to climb a tree, but I would try\nJust to show you what I'd done\n\nOh what I wouldn't do\nIf I had you, babe, I had you\nOh what I wouldn't do\nIf I had you, babe\n\nIf I were old, my dearest, you would be older\nBut I would crawl upon your lap\nWrap a blanket ‘round our frail little shoulders\nAnd I'd die happily like that\nOh what I wouldn't do\nIf I had you, babe, I had you\nOh what I wouldn't do\nIf I had you, babe, if I had you\n\nSo lace your hands ‘round the small of my back\nAnd I will kiss you like a king\nI will be your bride, I'll keep you warm at night\nI will sing, I will sing\n\nIt was now and we were both in the same place\nDidn't know how to say the words\nWith my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage\nI left before someone got hurt\n\nCause it was what I wouldn't do\nI had you, babe, I had you\nIt was what I wouldn't do\nWhen I had you, babe, when I had you",0 -3628,Blue_October___Chameleon_Boy,sad,"""Chameleon Boy [Verse 1:]\nI changed my color for you\nI shed my coat with caution\nI lack the beauty you display\nSee here, there are the bruises\nAnd some were self-inflicted\nAnd some showed up along the way\nSo I nod my head\nI'm ready for the world to see\nThe secret I kept here\nInside the man you thought I'd be\nSlip into coma calm\nThe coma where I calm myself down\nHere comes excuses why I let you down\n[Chorus:]\nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?\nChameleon boy\nChameleon boy\n\n[Verse 2:]\nSo now we've come upon\nThe hardest thing I've ever done\nIt's telling you that I'm a mess\nWhat sort of mess, I mean\nIs self-destructive gasoline\nThe kind that strips you of your best\nAnd while I play instead\nThe way that most would end up dead\nYou sleep alone at home\nAnd wish that I was in our bed\nWith this, I'm telling you\nMy color changes back to blue\nHow do I ask you this\nWill you help me through?\n\n[Chorus:]\nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?\nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?\nChameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Verse 3:]\nI try to think of all the people I looked up to\nOr growing up, who would I be?\nNow the twisted part\nWhere did all my idols end up?\nThey've all passed away\nPassed away\n\n[Outro:]\nStand by, it's the chameleon boy\nStand by, it's the chameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nI'm the chameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nI'm the chameleon boy ",1 -8904,Fatboy_Slim___Everybody_needs_a_303,happy,"'Everybody Needs a 303 Check this out\n\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\n\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs loveSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 Embed', 'default'",0 -3898,Boney_M___No_Woman_No_Cry,happy,"""No Woman No Cry No woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nCause I remember when we used to sit\nIn a government yard in trenchtown\nObserving the hypocrites\nMingle with the good people we meet\nGood friends we have, now\nGood friends we have lost\nAlong the way\nIn this great future\nYou can't forget your past\nSo dry your tears, I say\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darling, don't shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\nCause I remember when we used to sit\nIn the government yard in trenchtown\nWhen Georgie would make the fire lights\nI say, log would burnin' through the nights\nThen we would cook cornmeal porridge\nOf which I'll share with you\nMy feet is my only carriage\nSo I've got to push on thru\nAnd while I'm gone\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright now\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright now\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nNo woman no cry\n\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darlin' don't shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darlin' don't shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\n Said I re, said I re, Said I remember\nNo woman no cry\n\nYou and I and you and I and you and I\nNo woman no cry\n\nCause I remember when we used to sit there\nNo woman no cry\nIn a government yard\n\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry\n\nNo woman no cry you sweet darling\nNo woman no cry\n\nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry\n\nNo woman no cry ",0 -8200,Emery___World_Away,anger,"""World Away [Verse 1]\nYou want to see me disappear\nWell, it starts here\nI'm trying my best\nNot to say what you don't want to hear\nBut it's all right\nYou can cover your, cover your ears\n\n[Verse 2]\nFace my fears\nJust once a year\nThe feeling I get\nWhen I want to return everything\nThat's in my life\nI'll be busting at the seams\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's a gamble either way\nIf you play your cards\nIt's another tidal wave\nI'll be waiting with my eyes closed\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, I don't want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWe're just a world away from where\nI can feel like I've never felt before\nSo lock the door\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou want to see me disappear\nWell, it starts here\nTrying my best\nJust to say what you don't want to hear\nBut it's all right\nYou can cover your, cover your ears\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's a gamble either way\nIf you play your cards\nIt's another tidal wave\nI'll be waiting with my eyes closed\n [Chorus]\nNo, I don't want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWas just a world away from where\nI can feel like I've never felt before\nSo lock the door\nYou're the one who told me\nTo pack up all my things\nAnd leave in the morning\nIt's just a world away from here\nAnd I will never bother you no more\nAnd that's for sure\n\n[Bridge]\nTake me alive you'll never, you'll never\nTake me alive you'll never, you'll never\nTake me alive you'll never, you'll never\nTake me alive\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, I don't want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWas just a world away from where\nI can feel like I've never felt before\nSo lock the door\nYou're the one who told me\nTo pack up all my things\nAnd leave in the morning\nIt's just a world away from here\nAnd I will never bother you no more\nAnd that's for sure ",3 -4390,Bronski_Beat___Why,happy,"'Why? [Intro]\nTell me why\nTell me why\n\n[Verse 1]\nContempt in your eyes when I turn to kiss his lips\nBroken I lie, all my feelings denied, blood on your fist\n\n[Chorus]\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\n[Interlude]\nOoh!\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou in your false securities tear up my life, condemning me\nName me an illness, call me a sin, never feel guilty, never give in\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nYeah!\n\n[Interlude]\nAah!\n\n[Bridge]\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\n [Interlude]\nOoh!\n\n[Verse 3]\nContempt in your eyes when I turn to kiss his lips\nBroken I lie, all my feelings denied, blood on your fist\n\n[Chorus]\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?Embed', 'default'",0 -9082,Finley_Quaye___Sweet_And_Loving_Man,calm,"""Sweet And Loving Man You got to make it on your own\nYou're so alone\nYou got to make it on your own\nYou're so alone\n\nMercy lord I beg you since\nI have become a man\nWon't you understand\nI'm a sweet and loving man\n\nIf you is so rude\nIn a mellow way\nThen that's ok\nIf it's so bad\nLookin' for the steel\nThen you know you got to feel\nThen you know you got to feel\nAs I would rock it to you baby\nMercy lord I beg you since\nI have become a man\nWon't you understand\nI'm a sweet and loving man X2\n\nIf it's life that you're loving\nThere ain't nothing more to do\nIf it's life that you're loving\nThere ain't nothing more to do\n\nIf there is a place for everyone\nIn your art\nThen you would never get a better start\n\nIf there is a place for everyone\nIn your heart\nThen you would never get a better start\n\nMercy you understand\nI'm a sweet and loving man",2 -6812,Death_In_Vegas___Help_Yourself,happy,"""Help Yourself You can't change without someone's shadow\nCause then it's gone when you still shine\nYou can't change to solve somebody's name\nDon't blink until you're made\n\nWhen all you're still, you broke all in Hell\nAnd you don't need what you could steal\nI'm feeling like something I don't know that's wrong\nAnd I know the sad in my heart\n\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself when you don't need it\nHelp yourself\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself when you don't need it\nHelp yourself 2 ",0 -5497,City_And_Colour___Sensible_Heart,sad,"""Sensible Heart I get so distracted\nBy some people's reactions\nThat I don't see my own faults\nFor what they are\nFor what they are\nAt times so self destructive\nWith no intent or motive\nBut behind this emotion\nA sensible heart\nA sensible heart\nSee, I'm no king, I wear no crown\nDesperate times, they seem over now\nBut still I weaken, some how\nAnd it tears me apart\nIt tears me apart\nBut I hope to learn as time goes by\nThat I should trust what's deep inside\nBurning bright, oh burning bright:\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heartSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 5 ",1 -3136,Billy_Joe_Royal___Cherry_Hill_Park,happy,"'Cherry Hill Park [Verse 1]\nMary Hill used to hang out in Cherry Hill Park\nThe game she played lasted all day \'til way after dark\nAll the girls they criticized her\nBut all the guys just idolized her\n\'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park\n\n[Verse 2]\nMary Hill loved to ride on the merry-go-round\nAll the guys got eager eyes watchin\' Mary go \'round\nIn the daytime Mary Hill was a teaser\nCome the night she was such a pleaser\nOh, Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park\n[Chorus]\nOh, Mary Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park\nPlayin\' games with everyone \'til way after dark\nCherry Hill Park, Cherry Hill Park\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd then one day, Mary Hill, she married away\nA man with money said, ""Come on honey"", and she said, ""OK""\nShe went away to play a one-man game\nAnd since that day it ain\'t been the same\n\'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nDown in Cherry Hill Park\n\n[Chorus]\nAh, Mary Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park\nPlayin\' games with everyone \'til way after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park\n\n[Outro]\nIn Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park\nWhoa, Cherry Hill Park, yeah Cherry Hill Park\nTalkin\' \'bout Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park Embed', 'default'",0 -7013,Devin_Townsend___Nobodys_here,sad,"""Nobody’s Here Hello, it's good to see you here\nCome in, can I offer you a beer?\nAnd they say this what it's like forever\n...Roll this up, it's deadly...\n\nTo feel, feel like there's nobody here\n...Feel like there's no more fear\nI wanna feel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there's nobody here...\n\nTo live, and lock yourself away\nRelax, it doesn't matter anyway\nCause it's all a lie it's true\nI think, I guess, I know, I think, I know...\nFuck off...\n\nWhy can't I remember?\n\nI feel, feel like there's nobody here\n...Feel like there's no more fear\nI wanna feel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there's nobody here...\n\nHeroes, they take my breath away\nZero the dials\nSee how the breakdown breaks ground\nAnd zeros the miles\n\nI feel, feel like there's nobody here\n...Feel like there's no more fear\nFeel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there's nobody here...\n\nI feel, feel like there's nobody here... 1 ",1 -2844,Ben_Kweller___Lollipop,happy,"""Lollipop 2x\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli loli lollipop!\n\nCall my baby lollipop\nTell you why\nHer kiss is sweeter than an apple pie\nAnd when she does her shaky rockin' dance\nMan, I haven't got a chance\nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli\nLollipop!\n\nSweeter than candy on a stick\nHuckleberry, cherry or lime\nIf you had a choice\nShe'd be your pick\nBut lollipop is mine oh\n\nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli\nLollipop!\n\nCrazy way she thrills me\nTell you why\nJust like a lightning from the sky\nShe loves to kiss me till I can't see straight\nGee, my lollipop is great\n\nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli 1 ",0 -2411,Badly_Drawn_Boy___What_Is_It_Now,happy,"""What Is It Now? So now that life will never be the same\nWe've got to face the thought of loneliness again\nTry and get inside your lover's brain\nDragging old romance from dirty ditch and then\n\nSo what is it now that it can't be made to feel right?\nDon't answer now\nI know somehow we'll be alright\n\nLevel out and help us find a place\nYou've got to see the sights from somewhere else again\nYeah\nThe modern innocents have changed the pace\nThey've got to know it's all been answered incidentally\nSo what is it now that it can't be made to feel right?\nDon't answer now\nI know somehow we'll be alright\n\nSo now that life will never be the same\nWe've got to face the thought of loneliness again\nYou know we'll be alright...\n\nSo what is it now that it can't be made to feel right?\nDon't answer now\nI know somehow we'll be alright\n\nYeah what is it now that it can't be made to feel right?\nDon't answer now\nI know somehow we'll be alright\n\nWell now that life will never be the same\nWe've got to face the thought of loneliness again",0 -5930,Cradle_Of_Filth___Lustmord_And_Wargasm,sad,"'Lustmord And Wargasm An Archangel in bondage be diademed, souled\nWith a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold\nAbandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past\nCast her dispersions on life\'s brittle glass\n\nAnd though her eyes still held fire\nAs stonewalls caged the beast \'gainst the lassitudes of death\nShe fought but fell to greet\nMidst lies in collusion, she was martyred to teach that\n""Divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet""\nBut I swore that they would\nBefore the veil could part our embrace\nTwixt her cold silent hips, I kissed\nAnd promised Christendom in flames\n\nGravid with madness like a feculent dirge\nThat obsesses the heart, I am convened by words\nTo avenge her ebon splendor and surrender\n\nMy soul to the dead to achieve\nProphecies of libidinous scourge\nHorripilation braying her carious herds\n\nVexing nightmares and their weak prayers\nTo a no one there to hinder her decree\nTo weed the world of their disease\n\nAs shadows unblind mine eyes to see\nThe meat that is their congregation\n\nHow they plead to the skies?\nBut this is mere foreplay to war\n\nScar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal\nVestal daughters giving throat to the priest\nA psychophant, the despoiler of faith\nNow his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese\n For her interred I tore a battle banner from his hide\nSplashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and decide\nSo came the night its obsidian light\n\nIs a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines\nAnd under black skirts that whisper of delight\nDark seeds near fruition, darked deeds to marry mine\n\n""In death\'s bed I have lain\nPaying lip-service to shame\nBut for dreaming of thee\nI regain a reason to seek life again""\n\nThen we smite the divine\nFor our true nature is sin\nTo strip tender flesh from these swine\nLike the lick of carnivorous winds\n\nThe breath of the storm that begins\nBy forcing its Herod tongue in\nThe womb of the Holy Virgin\nTo taste of immaculate sin\n\nFrom temptation\'s peak we will see the world unfurled at last\nNow the wolves of time who stalk mankind\nShall be as one in grim repast\nCommemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap\nA scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep\nA crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep\nAnd lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a\n\nAnd we shall dance amid the ruin, as Adam and Evil\nDizzy at the falling stars, that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval\n\nIf all must we damn for this moment then it shall be so\nFor our souls have crossed oceans of time\nTo clasp one another more tightly, than death could alone\n\nAs Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl\nThe talons of lust rake a clarion call\nTo the lick of carnivorous winds\nTo the lick of carnivorous winds\n\nGravid with madness like a feculent dirge\nThat obsesses the heart, I am convened by words\nTo avenge her ebon splendor and surrender\n\nMy soul to the dead to achieve\nProphecies of libidinous scourge\nHorripilation braying her carious herds\n\nVexing nightmares and their weak prayers\nTo a no one there to hinder her decree\nTo weed the world of their disease\n\nAs shadows unblind mine eyes to see\nThe meat that is their congregation\n[Incomprehensible] go again\n[Incomprehensible]Embed', 'default'",1 -308,Ace_of_Base___Edge_Of_Heaven,happy,"""Edge of Heaven [Verse 1]\nFire\nI can see it burning so brightly\nFire\nI can feel it calling out to me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd as the sun goes down\nIt starts to paint a picture\nOf an ancient town\nSo far away, across the endless sea, oh\n[Chorus]\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe'll be touching the edge of heaven\n\n[Verse 2]\nTime\nClose your eyes, see dreams of tomorrow\nTime\nThe wheels are turning 'till eternity\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd as the darkness comes\nI start to see a picture\nOf a lonely man\nSo clearly now, reaching out for me, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe'll be touching the edge of heaven\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nAnd sail the endless sea\nSo lead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nWe'll be touching the edge of heaven\n [Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nThe edge of heaven is here\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe'll sail the endless sea\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nThe edge of heaven is here\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe'll sail the endless sea ",0 -714,Alice_DJ___Fairytales,sad,"'Fairytales Divine...fantasy...like a dream...never ends...\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart\n\nDivine...fantasy...like a dream...never ends...\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart Embed', 'default'",1 -3588,Bloodbath___Eaten,anger,"""Eaten [Verse 1]\nI have one desire since I was born\nTo see my body ripped and torn\nTo see my flesh devoured before my eyes\nOnly for you I volunteer as a human sacrifice\n\n[Refrain]\nCarve me up, slice me apart\nSuck my guts and lick my heart\nChop me up, I like to be hurt\nDrink my marrow and blood for dessert\n[Chorus]\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live, the more I'm dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 2]\nI finally found you, my personal slaughter\nAs an appetizer, I'll let you taste my daughter\nCall me sick, but this is what I need\nMy only purpose here is for you to feed\n\n[Refrain]\nCarve me up, slice me apart\nSuck my guts and lick my heart\nChop me up, I like to be hurt\nDrink my marrow and blood for dessert\n\n[Chorus]\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live the more I'm dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\n [Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nDesecrate me\nTear me limb from limb\nEviscerate me\nChew me to death!\n\n[Chorus]\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live the more I'm dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten6 ",3 -4761,Camera_Obscura___Shine_Like_A_New_Pin,sad,"""Shine Like a New Pin Girl with a thick skin made you shine like a new pin\nWhy smother urges, which belong under dresses?\nDo you wish that you could only start again\nLearn to live and be pedestrian?\nIf all your wishes in the world come true\nYou'd be as good as new\n\nWhat can I say that will make them jump to my defence?\nI value honesty, I could never pretend\nCrest fallen boys are boring\nI don't know which way I'm going anymore\nI can't be sure\nGirl with a thick skin made you shine",1 -6982,Devendra_Banhart___My_Dearest_Friend,sad,"""My Dearest Friend I'm gonna die of loneliness I know\nI'm gonna die of loneliness for sure\nI'm gonna die of loneliness I know\nI'm gonna die of loneliness for sure\nMy dearest friend you'll soon begin\nTo love again, to love again",1 -2207,Avril_Lavigne___My_Happy_Ending,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsMy Happy Ending [Intro]\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nLet's talk this over\nIt's not like we're dead\nWas it something I did?\nWas it something you said?\nDon't leave me hangin'\nIn a city so dead\nHeld up so high\nOn such a breakable thread Breakable thread\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou were all the things I thought I knew\nAnd I thought we could be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou've got your dumb friends\nI know what they say I know what they say\nThey tell you I'm difficult\nBut so are they But so are they\nBut they don't know me\nDo they even know you? Even know you\nAll the things you hide from me\nAll the shit that you do All the shit that you do\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Pre-Chorus]\nYou were all the things I thought I knew\nAnd I thought we could be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's nice to know that you were there\nThanks for acting like you care\nAnd making me feel like I was the only one\nIt's nice to know we had it all\nThanks for watching as I fall\nAnd letting me know we were done\n\n[Chorus]\nHe was everything, everything\nThat I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending\n[Chorus]\nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh23 ",0 -5339,Chris_Garneau___Saturday,sad,"""Saturday All the time in the world\nIs lying right beside me\nBut time does stop sometimes\nAnd back home, snow used to surprise me\n\nIt's all two years ahead of me now\nWell, that's a lot of drinking\nYou say I won't miss you, but I do\nIt's a lot of never thinking\n\nIf I don't black out\nI'll keep you inside me\nI can't promise you anything\nHow long can a Saturday\nKeep meaning all the same things\nI love all the things I said I love\nBut forget why I'm still standing\n\nAll the time in the world\nIs lying right beside me\nIf time does stop sometimes\nLet's try to spend it sleeping\n\nIf I don't black out\nI'll keep you inside me\nI can't promise you anything\n\nI know, yeah, I'm slow\nI sleep the best in cold\nDreams aren't what they used to be",1 -2669,Beherit___Intro,sad,"'Intro Tireheb Satan represents man as just the another animal, sometimes better more often worse than those who walk on all fours, who because of his ""divine spiritual and intellectual development"" has become the vicious animal of all..\nHAIL SATAN Embed', 'default'",1 -7490,Dozer___Rising,anger,"""Rising I see you strapping on your velvet smile behind me\nAlthough you drown in innocence...\nGo on and swallow down my breath, the one that kills\nYou\nThe sun goes down behind you eyes...\nCome back to see, it's always been the same shit\nClimbing right up before it falls...\nCome back to see, it's always been the same deal\nI cannot wait to see you fall...\n\nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won't give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won't give up before your done...\nI see just lies behind the truth you think you tell\nMe\nUnder your breath there flows a smile...\nFor quite a while the darkness spread it was amazing\nAnd getting better all the time...\nCome back in greed, I bet you want the same shit\nIt's climbing up right as we speak...\nCome back I said, I think you'll get the same deal\nI kick you down to see you fall...\n\nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won't give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won't give up before your done...\n\nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won't give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won't give up before your done...\nI won't give up before your done...\nI won't give up before your done...",3 -6927,Desmond_Dekker___007,calm,"""007 0-0-7\n0-0-7\nAt ocean eleven\nAnd now rudeboys have a goil\n'Cause them out of jail\nRudeboys cannot fail\n'Cause them must get bail\n\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem rudeboys get a probation\nA Shanty Town\nAnd rudeboy bomb up the town\nA Shanty Town\n0-0-7\n0-0-7\nAt ocean eleven\nAnd the rudeboys a go wail\n'Cause them out of jail\nRudeboys cannot fail\n'Cause them must get bail\n\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem rudeboys get a probation\nA Shanty Town\nAnd rudeboy bomb up the town\nA Shanty Town\nPolice get taller\nA Shanty Town\nSoldier get longer\nA Shanty Town\nRudeboy a weep and a wail\nA Shanty Town",2 -2326,Backstreet_Boys___Trouble_Is,happy,"'Trouble Is [Intro: Howie]\nMmm-hmmm, yeah\n\n[Verse 1: Howie]\nHow come you never know what you got\nUntil it’s gone?\nToo bad ‘cause I never felt so good with anyone\nHow fooled was I\nInto thinking I was gonna be alright\nOkay, fine\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Howie]\nSo everyday I try\nA little harder to forget her\nLie here convince myself\nTomorrow will be better\n\n[Chorus: All & AJ]\nThe trouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night\nWho\'s gonna save me\nNow she\'s gone? yeah\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories\nAnd now I know what it is\nLove is what the trouble is\nLove is what the trouble is\n\n[Verse 2: AJ]\nHow come she said, ""you never wear your heart""\nWhere I can see\nToo bad, \'cause now I\'m the one who\'s sorry\nHow stupid was I\nInto thinking I was gonna be alright\nOkay, fine\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: AJ]\nSo everyday I find\nA little something to remind me\nNo matter how I try\nI can\'t put the past behind me\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All & AJ]\nThe trouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night\nWho\'s gonna save me\nNow she\'s gone? she\'s gone, oh\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories\nAnd now I know what it is\n\n[Bridge: AJ]\nLove has left me lonely\nI\'m alright, I\'m okay\nI\'ll be fine, give it time\n\n[Chorus: All, Nick, Howie & AJ]\nBut the only\nTrouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night oh-no, no-no\nWho\'s gonna save me oh-oh-oh\nNow she\'s gone? oh, she\'s gone\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories I just can\'t\nAnd now I know what it is yes I do\nNow I know And now I know what it is\n\'Cause love is what the trouble is\n[Outro: AJ & Brian]\nThe trouble, love\nLove is what the trouble is\nHey-heyEmbed', 'default'",0 -3703,Blur___London_Loves,happy,"""London Loves [Verse 1]\nA malady has taken him over\nCoughing tar in his Japanese motor\nThe lights are magic and he feels lucky\nAnd he's got money, shoots like an arrow, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car\nLondon loves the misery of a speeding heart\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's love you like and everyone's at it\nAnd words are cheap when the mind is elastic\nHe loves the violence, keeps ticking over\nSo sleep together before today is sold forever\n[Chorus]\nLondon loves the way people just fall apart\nLondon loves the way you just don't stand a chance\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding heart\nLondon loves the mystery\nHey, hey London loves the way people just fall apart\nLondon loves the way we just don't stand a chance\nLondon loves a speeding heart\n\n[Outro] 3 ",0 -5288,Choir_of_Young_Believers___Hollow_Talk,calm,"""Hollow Talk [Verse 1]\nEchoes start as a cross in you\nTrembling noises that come too soon\nSpatial movement which seems to you\nResonating your mask or feud\nHollow talking and a hollow girl\nForce it up from the root of pain\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNever said it was good\nNever said it was near\nShadow rises and you are here\n[Chorus]\nAnd then you cut\nYou cut it out\nAnd everything\nGoes back to the beginning\n\n[Verse 3]\nSilence seizes a clouded room\nLight is shed not a breath too soon\nDarkness rises in all you do\nStanding and drawn out across the room\nSpatial movements are butterflies\nShadows scatter without a fire\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's never been bad\nThere has always been truth\nMuted whisper the things she'll move\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd then you cut\nYou cut it out\nAnd everything\nGoes back to the beginning\n\n[Outro]\nNever said it was good\nNever said it was near\nMuted whisper the things you'll feel 1 ",2 -6602,David_Essex___Hold_Me_Close,happy,"""Hold Me Close Hold, me close don't let me go, oh no\nI, yes I love you and I think that you know\nDo ya know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud's got a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close don't let me go\n\nHold, me close don't let me go, oh no\nYou and me, yes our love it will stoppa the show\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining clearly\nIts so good to have a yer, near me\nSo hold, me close don't let me go\nAnd if that road gets weary\nOh I love you\nWaiting here if you need me\nCoz I love the things that you do\n\nSo hold, me close don't let me go, oh no\nYou see I, yes I love you and I think that you know\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud's got a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close don't let me go\n\nAnd if that road gets tougher\nOh I love you\nNo I'll never let you suffer\nCoz I love the things that you do\n\nSo hold me close don't let me go, oh no\nYou and me, yes our love it will grow and grow\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud's has a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close\nHold, me closer\n\nHold me close, don't let, me, Go\n Hold me close\nCloser girl\nHold me close\nCloser yeah ",0 -2723,Belle__Sebastian___Seeing_Other_People,happy,"""Seeing Other People [Verse 1]\nWe lay on the bed there, kissing just for practice\nCould we please be objective?\n'Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us\nA hand over my mouth, a hand over the window\nWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle\nThen we should be okay and we won't get in a muddle\nWe're seeing other people\nAt least that's what we say we are doing\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo how are you feeling?\nI don't think you can be dealing with the situation very well\nYou take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's okay\nWhen it's over you are looking at the working week\nThrough the eyes of a gigolo\n[Verse 3]\nYou're kissing your elbow, you're kissing your reflection\nAnd you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the\nNew, tall, elegant rich kids\nYou can bet it is a bitch, kid\nBut if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that\nYou're going to have to change or you're going to have to go with girls\nYou'd be better off, at least they know where to put it\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe lay on the bed there, kissing just for practice\nCould we please be objective?\n'Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us\nA hand over my mouth, a hand over the window\nWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle\nThen we should be okay and we won't get in a muddle\nWe're seeing other people\nAt least that's what we say we are doing\n\n[Outro]\nSeeing other people\nAt least that's what we say we are doing\nSeeing other people\nAt least that's what we say we are doingSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 3 ",0 -566,Airliner___Everthing_Thats_You,sad,"""Everything That’s You I meant to call you tonight\n\nBut I\n\nEnded up just like them\n\nThe people I despise\n\nThe people\n\nWho never make a difference\nAnd never get anything done\n\nI've never told you enough times\n\nOf how\n\nPride got in the way\n\nFor all the gratitude\n\nI feel\n\nFor everything that's you\n\nEverything that's you\n\nI meant to call you tonight\n\nBut I\n\nEnded up just like them\n\nThe people I despise\n\nThe people\n Who never make a difference\n\nAnd never get anything done ",1 -5176,Charon___Deepest_Scar,sad,"""Deepest Scar My deepest scar is where they all see my despair\nEverything I build for you collapses to soon\nAnd I saw who you are\nWhy I'm falling, falling in grace\n\nEverything I had from life were scars made by myself\nEverything I made were lies 'cause I can't love myself\nEverything is haunting me\nEverything is everything and\nDying wish through razor's kiss\n'cause I can't love myself\nOh, this weights on me\nI'll leave you to find what I was before\nFrom bedroom floor I'll leave like this ride is the last that I get for\nAnd I saw how it came",1 -4703,Calexico___Bloodflow,sad,"""Bloodflow Her eyes are closed now\nThat final breath is near\nShe lets go of my hand\nAnd I fall into\nA sea of tears\n\nIn search for the trail\nThat we were both riding\nLost sometime ago\nNow I'm stranded on the mountain's edge\nAnd there's only one way back\nDown and down I go\nInto the ground where the bad seeds are sown\nAnd take route and pull me further in\n\nLong and long and longer it takes\nGood luck's gone and there's no more breaks\nJust the ground beneath\nThat shakes and gives way\n\nSwallowed up home\nThere ain't much now I can pull\nNo stuntman surprises\nOr Houdini-like disguises\nFor death defying escape\n\nAvoid the tap on the shoulder\nFrom that one with a long black cape\n\nJust to see those eyes of her shine\nIs worth any sum or length of time\nThat would fill that space where her love once flowed\n\nBut the more I resist\nThe further and further I drift\nGet swept out in the riptide\nWhere a part of me wants\nTo lie 'neath the ways of sorrow and tears\nSink to the bottom and linger there the rest of my years\n Walk among the mild sea of bones\nOf my fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers\nFeel their blood flowing away\nSend the soul it's way ",1 -1110,Amos_Lee___Seen_It_All_Before,calm,"""Seen It All Before Go ahead baby\nRun away again\nGrowing tired of chasing you\nI know you only have time\nTo love me\nYou've got nothing better to do\n\nWho's bold enough to believe?\nEven love or war..\nBoth just leave you busted\nAnd broken down\nWanting more..\nBaby, i've seen it all before\nKnow that i've seen it all before\nKnow that i've seen it all before\nI ain't gonna be your fool any more\n\nI can hear my heart pounding\nOh but i can't decide\nStuck between the depths of my fears\nAnd peaks of my pride\n\nBaby, i've seen it all before\nKnow that i've seen it all before\nYou know that i've seen it all before\nAnd I ain't gonna be your fool any more\n\nSeen your tricks\nAnd i've seen your traitors\nI've seen your evil ways\nI've seen everything\nYour twisted smile\nConveying\n\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nI ain't gonna be your fool baby\nAnymore..",2 -5388,Christina_Aguilera___The_Right_Man,happy,"""The Right Man [Verse 1]\nSo many years have gone by\nAlways strong, tried not to cry\nNever felt like I needed any man\nTo comfort me in life\nBut I'm all made up today\nA veil upon my face\nBut no father stands beside me\nTo give this bride away\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I'm standing in the chapel\nWearing my white dress\nI have waited for this moment\nWith tears of happiness\nHere I leave behind my past\nBy taking the chance\nI've finally found the right man\n[Verse 2]\nThoughts racing fast through my mind\nAs I'm gazing down the aisle\nThat my future will mend the memories\nTorn between father and child\nMy emotions overload\n'Cause there is no hand to hold\nThere's no shoulder here to lean on\nI'm walking all on my own\nHere I go\n\n[Chorus 2]\nNow I'm standing at four corners\nTo have and to hold\nNow my love, you stand beside me\nTo walk life's winding road\nAnd I owe it all to you\nFor taking that chance\nYou've shown me there's a right man\n'Cause I never knew a right man\nWell, I'm standing in the chapel\nReady to confess\nThat I've waited for this moment\nWith tears of happiness\nNow I leave behind my past\nBy taking a chance\nOh, I'm standing at four corners\nTo have and to hold\nNow my love, you stand beside me\nTo walk life's winding road\nAnd I owe it all to you\nFor taking a chance\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Outro]\nAnd one day my little girl\nWill reach out her hand\nShe'll know I found the right man2 ",0 -2800,Ben_Folds_Five___Sports__Wine,happy,"""Sports & Wine [Verse 1]\nDestiny was calling\nMonday afternoon\nWednesday, you'll be crawling\nAnd you'll pray to be there soon\nWith sports and wine\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah\nSports and wine\nNo, no\n[Verse 2]\nSome men never grew up\nFortunate like you\nSome men never found out\nWhat it takes to be a dude\nThat's sports and wine\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah\nSports and wine\nNo, no, no\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe girls don't understand it\nWhat you think is art\nMy, oh, my, we're all impressed\nHow sensitive you are\nEverybody's talkin' about you now\nYou know it's true\n'Cause it always has been sports and wine for you\n\n[Bridge]\nSo you ask me how I think I know\nJust what makes you tick\nI know what I know y'know\nI know you make me sick\nSports and wine do, do-do, do-do-do, do\nSports and wine do, do-do, do-do-do, do\n [Verse 4]\nThe girls don't understand it\nAnything you say\nAnd I don't understand it either\nGuess that makes me gay\nEverybody's talking 'bout you now\nYou know it's true\nNo, no, no! ",0 -3044,Bikini_Kill___Suck_My_Left_One,anger,"'Suck My Left One [Intro: Kathleen Hanna & Unknown]\nSuck my left one, take one\nSuck my left one!\n\n[Verse 1]\nSister, sister, where did we go wrong?\nTell me what the fuck we\'re doing here\nWhy are all the boys acting strange?\nWe\'ve got to show them we\'re worse than queer, 1, 2, 3, 4\n\n[Chorus]\nSuck my left one\nSuck my left one\n[Verse 2]\nDaddy comes into her room at night\nHe\'s got more than talking on his mind\nMy sister pulls the covers down\nShe reaches over, flicks on the light, she says to him\n\n[Chorus]\n""Suck my left one""\n""Suck my left one""\n\n[Bridge]\nMama says, ""You\'ve got to be polite, girl""\n""You\'ve got to be polite, girl""\n""Show a little respect for your father""\n""Wait until your father gets home""\n\n[Outro]\nFine, fine, fine, fine\nFine, fine, fine, fineSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 2Embed', 'default'",3 -3453,Blessid_Union_Of_Souls___Hold_Her_Closer,happy,"""Hold Her Closer When you see love\nAnd you don't know what it is\nYou might find yourself in fear\nTo show your heart\nWhen you feel it\nAnd it's oh so wonderful\nAnd You might find yourself\nIn fear to let it part\nIn fear to let it part\n\nSo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer when\nShe feels she needs a hand to hold\nSomeone who'll never let her go again\nAnd hold him closer when he tries\nTo hold the tears back from his eyes\nAnd Say good-bye, say good-bye\nWhen your heart decides\nThat it's time to let it through\nThere's no reason\nTo be scared to open up\nLove may be blind\nBut all of us don't see it\nSo just once in your life\nIf you hear the knock of love\nJust let it in\n\nTo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer when\nYou know it's time to say good-bye\nHurry back to see her smile again\nAnd hold him closer when he's down\nWhen his world is upside down\nTurn it around, Turn it around\n\nSo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer whe\nShe feels she needs a hand to hold\nSomeone who'll never let her go again\nHold her closer when she's down\nWhen the world is upside down\nTurn it around, and hold her close",0 -2090,Au_Pairs___Headache_For_Michelle,calm,"""Headache for Michelle Got a bad taste in my mouth, I've got a\nHeavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy headache\nWon't go away\n\nI can't remember much about last night\nBut I'm trying to regain a little self-control\nToday\n\nI got out of my head\nI got out of my head\nI got out of my head\nI got out...\nLast night\nThey are coming\nAmongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst\nAnd in-between us\n\nThey're tapping our phones\nTapping our phones\nTapping our phones\nYou can be sure that\nThey've seen us\n\nAre you working\nAre you working\nAre you working\nAre you working for\nOr with the state\n\nThey're selling you smack at a\nSlightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly\nCheaper rate\n\n'Cause you're not a threat when you're out of your head\nAnd I'm gonna get out of my head\nAnd it's better in bed\nWhen you're out of your head\nAnd Malcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nOut of his head\n They are closing down\nCommunications\nThey're taking control\nOf our situations\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nAre gathering around our heads\n'Round our heads\n\n'Cause you're not a threat when you're out of your head\nAnd I'm gonna get out of my head\nAnd it's better in bed\nWhen you're out of your head\nAnd Malcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nAnd I'm gonna get out of my head\nAnd you're not a threat when you're out of your head\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nOut of his head\n\nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nHow can you get?\nHe got out of his head\nMalcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nYou're not a threat when you're out of your head\n\nMalcolm is dead\nMalcolm is dead ",2 -1342,Angie_Stone___Snowflakes,calm,"""Snowflakes A few kisses ago, you loved me\nTook your pocket knife, carved our names on a tree\nMy heart skips a beat to whatever you say\nWhat have I done to make you push me away\n\nYou are my focus, you're the air that I breathe\nCan't imagine you with someone else other than me\nYou don't kiss me no more, and I need your energy\nTell me where will I fly to if you set me free\n\n1 - Stars fell like snowflakes on my head\nNow there's emptiness in my bed\nI still believe all the things you said\nThough I can see the flowers are dead\nBut terrible lies and emptiness fills my soul\nYou were so warm, now you feel so cold\nThe last time we kissed, your eyes were open\nIs this just a phase, I'm praying and hoping\n\nYou Failed me, I gave you the key\nTo the entry in my heart, you became part of me\nTold you everything, I shared all my secrets with you\nAnd the words you fed my soul, I pray to God that you\n\nRepeat 1\n\nTrampled on my heart, threw away the key\nSince you went away, all I see\nI can't even eat, I don't wanna sleep\nBut I see you in my dreams\nI pray that you come back cuz I need you here\nYou can kiss away all my tears\nHold me in your arms, whisper in my ear\nThat will take away my fears\n\nRepeat 1\n\nSleeping I called you to fill your song\nMake you feel like it's snowing in the summertime, oh",2 -808,Alien_Ant_Farm___Glow,happy,"""Glow [Verse 1]\nI never thought that you'd find out I did it\nI was so scared that you would leave so I hid it\nI know we said that we'd always be honest\nSo now I went out and messed up, our nest\n\nIt finally seems like we've turned into strangers\nIts gotten so bad there's just no more anger\nSo now it seems like we can't get no further\nI can't believe I'll be bright for another\n[Chorus]\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we'll glow\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo where's the sun it shines no love on your face\nUnder the moon and with the girl that's in your place\nAnd even Edison has no idea\nOf all the blackouts I've caused you and me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we'll glow\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights down real low\n\n[Interlude]\nwe'll glow, we'll glow, we'll glowwwow\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n [Chorus]\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the, I'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we'll glow\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we'll glow\nI'll be the switch she turns on\nShe'll be mine too, I get off\nI'll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we'll glow\n\n[Outro]\nI'll be the, I'll be the fuse\nI'll be the, I'll be the fuse1 ",0 -2957,Beverley_Knight___Black_Butta,happy,"""Black Butta Oh Yes, uh!\n\nHead down to my toes, everything is in place\nMy cup overflows, mama's settin' the pace\nTimes the only thing I need\nTo help you feel like it should\nJust a little peace of me\nSaid I ain't nothing but gooood!\n\nI'm sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a waterfall\nTurned on like a light switch\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2\nNothin goes to waste , I still got it in spades\nOnce you get a taste, you'll be digging for days\nI know exactly what to do\nI got this down to a T\nThis woman right in front of you\nIs all that I've ever been!\n\nChorus\nI'm sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a waterfall\nTurned on like a light switch\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2\n\nGot me excited, my fuses have blown\nYou got me delighted now, don't leave me alone\nYou got me ignited, I'm ready to blow!\n\nSweet black butta oooo\n\nSo much energy, I got plenty in store\nEveryone is scared of me, I have done this before!\n\nChorus\nI'm sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a water fall\nTurned on like a light switch, uh\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2\n I'm sweet yeh Black butta babe spread it all over you\nI'm sweet uh yeh Black butta baby I'm nothing, I'm nothing\nI'm sweet uh yeh Black butta babe spread it all over you\nI'm sweet sugar uh yeh Black butta baby I'm nothing, I'm nothing\nI'm sweet yes! yeh Black butta baby spread it all over you\nOh I'm sweet yeh, Black butta, butta baby, I'm nothing, I'm nothin ",0 -1195,Anathema___Make_It_Right,sad,"""Make it Right [Verse 1]\nI know that I want you\nI know that I need you\nBut I can't pretend that\nThis'll make it right\n\n[Verse 2}\nYou whisper your name\nBut I can't hear you\nDon't leave me behind\nLend me your hand\n[Verse 3]\nI can feel them\nI think they're closing in\nDon't leave me behind\nLend me your hand\n\n[Outro]\nLet me feel you\nBy my side\nBe where I can hear you\nI long to feel 1 ",1 -1763,Archie_Bronson_Outfit___Dart_For_My_Sweetheart,sad,"""Dart for My Sweetheart One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart\nTwo only you can remove such an ache so\nThree let me see what you've got\nWhat you’re made of, what you’re not\nFour is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw\nFive is a bunching fist that's within me\nSix little stitches thread through my heart\nSeven shiny reasons are tearing us apart\nEight lose your hate, it's a game so come on\nLove me it's your fate\nNine cold crimes in the night please forgive me\nTen are the tears that are frozen on your face\nEleven I know, I’m not your favourite man\nTwelve I’ll take you like only I can",1 -6882,Department_of_Eagles___Phantom_Other,sad,"""Phantom Other Alright, we'll do this your way\nAlright, we'll make it anyway\nNow'd be a good time\nTo send us all away, man\n\nSo what would it take?\nAnd what would it take\nTo make you learn?\nAnd what would it take?\nAnd what would it take\nTo make you listen?\nOh man, you're not the only one\nOh boy, with that phantom other on\nNow'd be the right time\nTo send us all away\nIt'd be a good time\nIf you just go away, man\n\nWhat would it take?\nWhat would it take\nTo make you leave?\nWhat would it take?\nWhat would it take\nTo make you listen?\n\nMy God in Heaven\nWhat were we thinking?\nMy God in Heaven\nWhat were we thinking of?\n\nLook out, look out now\nWe gotta get out now\nLook out, look out now\nWe gotta get out now\n\nWake up, wake up now\nWe gotta get up now\nWake up, wake up now\nWe gotta get up now 1 ",1 -3914,Bonnie_Raitt___Lovers_Will,happy,"""Lover’s Will Who'll take the only hearts they got\nAnd throw them into the fire?\nWho'll risk their own self respect\nIn the name of desire?\nWho'll regret everything they've done\nAnd who will get the bill?\nLovers will\n\nWho'll hurt each other all the time\nAnd never give it a thought?\nWho'll lie about where they've been\nAnd hope they never get caught?\nWho'll say each other's kisses\nNo longer thrill?\nLovers will\nLovers will do almost anything\nFor the thrill that only love can bring\nIf love is a healer, who'll be the first ones ill?\nLovers will\n\nWho'll never know what they've got\nUntil it's just about gone?\nAnd whose arms will gather up what's left\nTo carry on?\nAnd who'll stalk that little bit of love\nThat hasn't been killed?\nLovers willSee Bonnie Raitt LiveGet tickets as low as $61",0 -8515,Erlend_Øye___Sheltered_Life,sad,"""Sheltered Life Brave girl replies\nWhen you come back, I'll be gone\nRead off her rules\nWhen in control I move on\nThoughtful or sad\n\nNo need to ask\nYou in her eyes a sister someone\nWho's been where\nShe's roaming now\nFlashes of home\nAnd people there\nPressured caught up she feels\nMeasured all up revealed\nI still haven't walked my distance\nI'm not ready to return\nIndependent on my way to become I\n\nSunday no sign\nWhy did I make you meet me here?\nNo cause for doubt\nBut feeling sustains\nWhen mix up clears\n\nEasy and loose\nUnsure confused\nIt doesn't take much to knock me\nI've been living a sheltered life",1 -8651,Everclear___Otis_Redding,happy,"""Otis Redding Do you remember when we were hungry?\nDo you remember when we were cold?\nDo you remember when we were happy?\nDo you remember? Do you remember?\n\nDo you remember when we were lucky?\nWe were livin' the life almost every night\nI would wrap you in my thin white arms\nSit and watch the stars glide\n\nYeah, do you remember when we were the losers?\nDo you remember when we were the lame?\nDo you remember when we were the lepers?\nDo you remember? Do you remember?\nDo you remember when we were strung out?\nEatin' top ramen, macaroni and cheese\nWe would get so lost in that basement room\nLet the Otis Redding sing us to sleep\n\nI wish I had one more life\n\nI don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don't wanna be blind\n\nI don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be blind\n\nI wish I could be like all my heroes\nI wish I could be like all yours too\nI wish I could sing like Otis Redding\nI wish I could play this guitar in tune\n\nDo you remember when we were hungry?\nDo you remember when we were cold?\nDo you remember when we were happy in a way\nNo one outside could ever know?\n I wish I had one more life\nHow I wish I had one more life to live I don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside of this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna\n\nI don’t wanna be wasted\nNo, I don’t wanna live inside of this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don't wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don't wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don't wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be blind\n\nNo, I don’t want to be blind\nNo, I don’t want to be blind ",0 -43,A_Few_Good_Men___Have_I_Never,happy,"""Have I Never [Verse 1]\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you I care\nHave I never told you how much I need you\nHave I ever, ever not being there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I never told you a care\nGirl, I swear to you it's not because the feeling's not there\nI'll promise to you from the top of my soul\nThe bottom of my heart, girl, don't you know\nI love you then, I love you now and will forevermore\n[Chorus]\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nHave I ever told you I miss you\nHave I ever hurt your heart\nGirl, I never ever meant to mistreat you\nI could never knowingly break your heart\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I ever caused you to feel\nThe words I speak straight from my heart are not very real\nI promise to you from the tip of my heart\nTo the depths of my soul, I pray that you know\nI love you now, I love you then and will forevermore\n\n[Chorus]\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, baby, baby\nYou will always be my lady\nAnd I promise I will never break your heart\n'Cause I love you, I need you and will forever\n [Chorus]\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you\n\n[Outro]\nNo-no, no-no, baby\nI love you\nOh, baby, just know that I love you ",0 -9143,Fischerspooner___Invisible,anger,"""Invisible Breathing\nFeel so...\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nMovement\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nAh … Destroy me\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nMovement\nInvisible Movement\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nI … I can't fight\nLet me out? Romeo\nInvisible\nSo useless … So useless I feel alright\nInvisible\nMan versus nature; nature veruaoufhsoa War Man\nEternal, submission, praise me\nSo …\nEternal, submission … sigh\nDomination\nEternal, submission, praise me\nIt never ends … It never stops\nI feel so free\nAgain and again …\nAgain and again …\nI'm going down, invisible down, down\nI'm falling higher\nAgain and again …\nAgain and again …\nInvisible …",3 -1775,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Nothings_Wrong,happy,"""Nothing’s Wrong A wicked decision\nWe can agree\nA wicked decision\nNothing's wrong with you and me\n\nA week in the forest\nA week in the fog\nYou'll be sad to hear that\nI I I I I was robbed\n\nAnd we're gonna own it\nA fist to the voice\nAnd we've found the music\nWhy did you try at the choice?\nAnd decapitation\nFor failing to see\nNothing in this whole wide world saves us from this situation\n[Nothing can save us]\n\nDon't stop talkin' to me please\nBaby cut me all to pieces\nIf you really want hell, hell\nRipped apart by the crows not the vultures\nNo one in this fair new world can talk us through this situation\n\nSpeak in the garden\nYou burn down the trees\nI'll leave out the teasin'\nWhile you are down on one knee\n\nNever is heavy\nAnd heavy is fine\nBut only in the street man\nYou ate your words wrong this time\n\nIt's wicked where you tread\nShot an arrow in your head\nSince the apple wasn't there, yeah\nRipped apart by the crows and the vultures\nIgnore me in the parking lot\nI'm petrified by conversation\n It's wicked where you tread\nThey shot an arrow at your head\nSince the apple wasn't there, yeah\nWe're ripped apart by the crow and the vultures\nIgnore me in the parking lot\nI'm petrified by conversation ",0 -2095,Au_Revoir_Simone___Back_In_Time,sad,"""Back in Time Do you think When you know you know it\nIf we could go back in time When you know you know it\nDo you think Listen now, listen now\nThat I'd like you then I will look for you there\n\nWould you try when you see, you see it\nNot to be so mean when you see, you see it\nAnd we'd ne- Won't be long, it won't be long\n-ver just be friends I will wait for you there\n\nDo you think When you know you know it\nIf we could go back in time When you know you know it\nDo you think Listen now, listen now\nThat I liked you there I will look for you there\nWon't you try when you see, you see it\nNot to be so mean when you see, you see it\nAnd we're now Won't be long, it won't be long\nFor just be friends I will wait for you there\n\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\n\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work\n\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\n\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work",1 -7068,Diana_Krall___Ive_Got_You_Under_My_Skin,calm,"""I’ve Got You Under My Skin I've got you under my skin\nI have got you deep in the heart of me\nSo deep in my heart, you're really a part of me\nAnd I've got you under my skin\n\nI have tried so, not to give in\nI've said to myself this affair it never would go so well\nBut why should I try to resist when I know so well\nThat I've got you under my skin\n\nI would sacrifice anything come what might\nFor the sake of having you near\nIn spite of a warning voice, that comes in the night and repeats in my ear\nDon't you know you fool you never can win\nUse your mentality, wake up to reality\nFor each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin\nBecause I've got you under my skinSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",2 -7350,Dogs_Die_In_Hot_Cars___Lounger,happy,"""Lounger I know nothing, don't know much\nI think my education's gone out to lunch\nI can't remember, I cannot think\nWhat is the difference between iron and zinc?\n\nI can listen, I can speak\nBut my conversational skills are gobblety-geek\nI know Harold in 1066\nGot shot in the eye with a long pointy stick\n\nRevolutions and World War II, is it true what they say?\nThat Charles de Gaulle was a hero and Churchill's a Nero\nI threw that away\nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon't keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon't have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n'Cause nobody is around to tell me off\n\nNow, I can lounge about in my house 'cause lounging about\nIs good\n\nI know all I need to know\nWhy talk Swahili if it's where i won't go?\nLatin is clever and sexy is French\nSprechen sie Deutsche would hardly make sense\n\nInquisitions and missionaries seem fairly bizarre\nDo I follow commandments from Moses or petals off roses?\nI am a Czar\n\nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon't keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon't have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n'Cause nobody is around to tell me off\n\nNow, I can lounge about in my house 'cause lounging about\nIs good\n\nRevolutions and World War II, is it true what they say?\nThat Charles de Gaulle was a hero and Churchill's a Nero\nI threw that away\n I get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon't keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon't have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n'Cause nobody is around to tell me off\nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon't keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon't have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n'Cause nobody is around to tell me off\n\nLounge ",0 -3811,Bobby_McFerrin___Drive,calm,"""Drive [Vocal solo]\n\n[Verse]\nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one's gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one's gonna catch me\n[Vocal solo]\n\n[Verse]\nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one's gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one's gonna catch me\n\n[Vocal solo]\n\n[Verse]\nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one's gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one's gonna catch me\nNo one's gonna catch me\nNo one's gonna catch me\nNo one's gonna catch me\nNo one's gonna catch me",2 -820,Alien_Sex_Fiend___Smells_Like,sad,"""Smells Like... YEAH!\nRIGHT!\nSTANDING 'NEATH A STARRY SKY...\nLOOK THE MOON IN THE EYE...\nWHISKERS APPEAR ON MA FACE...\nIN THE MORNING AIN'T A TRACE...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT\nYOU TOOK ALL THE MONEY...\nWOTCHA GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT!\nTELEPHONE IS RINGIN'...\nDRIVIN' ME INSANE...\nCHEMICAL REACTION IN MY BRAIN...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT...\nTOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOT YER GOT...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE... SH SH SH SH SHI-T!\nAND THE BAND PLAYED ON! OOOOH!\nI HAVE A LITTLE DRINK\nAND A CIGARETTE...\nI WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN'\nAND I'M STILL IN DEBT...\nSTANDING 'NEATH A STARRY SKY...!\nLOOK THAT CHEESEY BASTARD IN THE EYE!\nI WANNA DIE...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT\nTOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOTCHA GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE... SHIT!\nAND THE B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-BEAT GOES ON...\nYEAH!\nTELEPHONE IS RINGING DRIVIN' ME INSANE\nI GOT A CHEMICAL REACTION\nSTARTING UP IN MY BRAIN\nUP ALL NIGHT\nSLEEP ALL DAY\nCUP OF TEA\nCIGARETTE\nDRINK OF WATER\nWRAPPED UP IN BED\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEY POT\nYOU TOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOT YOU FUCKING GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE\nSMELLS LIKE\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nWHATYA GOT\nTELL ME WHATYA GOT\nBABY\nWOTCHA GOT?\nAND THE B-B-B-B-BAND PLAYED ON\nB-B-B-B-BAND PLAYED ON\nYEAH THE BAND PLAYED ON\nYOW!\nGUITAR!\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nYOU SMELL LIKE SHIT\nSMELL LIKE SHIT\nSMELL LIKE SHIT\nAND THE BEAT GOES ON\nAAAAAAGH!\nGUITAR!\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nYOU SMELL LIKE SHIT\nTHE BAND PLAYED ON...\nWade/Wade/James",1 -561,Air_Traffic___An_End_To_All_Our_Problems,sad,"""An End to All Our Problems Follow me out beyond the furthest galaxy\nIn a world just slipping from the grip of seventeen\nSick with greed and engulfed by an obsessive running\nThey made a choice to sterilize the universe\n\nFocusing intelligence incomprehensible\nAnd driven on by a fever becoming more insatiable\nLet's pull the trigger\nLet's pull the trigger\nGo on\nAnd put an end, end to all our problems",1 -1310,Angelique_Kidjo___Summertime,sad,"""Summertime Angelique Kidjo\nKeep On Moving The Best Of Angelique Kidjo\nSummertime\nSummertime\nAnd the livin' is easy\nFish are jumpin'\nAnd the cotton is high\nYou're daddy's rich\nAnd your mom is good lookin'\nSo hush little baby\nDon't you cry\nOne of these mornings\nYou're gonna rise up singing\nThen you spread your wings\nAnd fly to the sky\nBut till the mornin'\nThere's nothing can harm you\nWith mama and daddy\nStanding by\nOne of these mornings\nYou're gonna rise up singing\nThen you spread your wings\nAnd fly to the sky\nBut till that morning\nThere's nothing can harm you\nWith mama and daddy\nStanding by",1 -1336,Anggun___A_Rose_In_The_Wind,happy,"""A Rose in the Wind [Verse 1]\nI was born at daybreak\nTo the road I did take\nTrembling as the ground shakes\nUnder my feet cracked in the stone heat\nNever ending motion\nWay across the ocean\nInto your devotion\nLong have I gone, so far from my home\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat to do with this love that I'm in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone\nOn my way home\n[Verse 2]\nDreaming always begins\nFind a door that's opening\nSomething there is shining\nThe light in your eyes\nWhen you were all mine\nAll alone as I wake\nMoving in a new place\nShivering as I trace\nA road of my own\nCut by the deep cold\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat to do with this love that I'm in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all of my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone\nHang on to me tight, and a rose in the wind\nWill be with you wherever you go\nAll the way back home\n\n[Bridge]\nCan I take you back there?\nDrifting on the warm air\nSay you'll follow me anywhere\nAll of our nights\nInto the jade skies\nI'll be true to you\nFlying over the moon\nLying in the bamboo\nI'll always know\nThe light in the window\n [Chorus]\nWhat to do with this love that I'm in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all of my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone ",0 -6150,Cyndi_Lauper___Whats_Going_On,happy,"""What’s Going On [Intro]\nMother, mother\nThere's too many of you crying\nAnd brother, brother, brother\nThere's far too many of you dying\nYou know you've got to find a way\nTo bring back love here today\n\n[Verse 1]\nFather, father\nThere's no need to escalate\nYou see, war is not the answer\nFor only love can conquer hate\nYou know we've got to find a way\nTo bring back lovin' here today\n[Pre-Chorus]\nPicket lines Brother\nAnd picket signs Brother\nDon't punish me Brother\nWith brutality Brother\nJust talk to me Brother\nSo you can see\n\n[Chorus]\nAh, what's going on\nWhat's going on\nWhat's going on, yeah\nWhat's going on\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n[Non-lyrical Vocals]\n\n[Verse 2]\nMother, mother\nEverybody thinks we're wrong\nWho are they to judge us\nJust because our hair is long?\nYou know we've got to find a way\nTo bring back understanding today\n\n[Bridge]\nAh-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ha\nAh-ah, ah-ah\nYou know we've got to find a way\nTo bring back some lovin' here today\n [Pre-Chorus]\nPicket lines Sister\nAnd picket signs Sister\nDon't punish me Sister\nWith brutality Sister\nNow just talk to me Sister\nSo you can see\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's going on\nWhat's going on\nOh, what's going on\nTell me, what's going on?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n[Non-Lyrical Vocals]\n\n[Outro]\nWhat's going on\nWhat's going on\nWhat's going on\nYeah, yeah\nWhat's going on, yeah\nYou tell me, I'll tell you\nYou tell me, I'll tell you\nWhat's going on, ah\nMother, mother\nFather, father, yeah\nWhat's going on\nWhat's going on\nI'll tell you what's going on\nYou tell me what's going on, ah\nFather, father\nThere's too many of you dying...1 ",0 -6257,Daft_Punk___Technologic,happy,"'TranslationsPortuguêsTechnologic [Verse 1]\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\n[Chorus]\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\n\n[Verse 2]\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\n\nTouch it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\n Lock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\n[Chorus]\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic20Embed', 'default'",0 -5020,Cat_Stevens___Sitting,calm,"""Sitting Oh I'm on my way, I know I am\nSomewhere not so far from here\nAll I know is all I feel right now\nI feel the power growing in my hair\n\nSitting on my own not by myself\nEverybody's here with me\nI don't need to touch your face to know\nAnd I don't need to use my eyes to see\n\nI keep on wondering if I sleep too long\nWill I always wake up the same or so?\nAnd keep on wondering if I sleep too long\nWill I even wake up again or something\nOh I'm on my way I know I am\nBut times there were when I thought not\nBleeding half my soul in bad company\nI thank the moon I had the strength to stop\n\nI'm not making love to anyone's wishes\nOnly for that light I see\n'Cause when I'm dead and lowered low in my grave\nThat's gonna be the only thing that's left of me\n\nAnd if I make it to the waterside\nWill I even find me a boat or so?\nAnd if I make it to the waterside\nI'll be sure to write you note or something\n\nOh I'm on my way I know I am\nSomewhere not so far from here\nAll I know is all I feel right now\nI feel the power growing in my hair\n\nOh life is like a maze of doors and they all\nOpen from the side you're on\nJust keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may\nYou're going to wind up where you started from\nYou're going to wind up where you started from",2 -4087,Brand_New___Fork_And_Knife,sad,"""Fork and Knife [Verse 1]\nWe'll take it easy, tigers in a cage\nWe're pacing on our pads, and waiting\nFor the time to come in reverie\nOur lazy bones ache for our dowry\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can't hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\n[Verse 2]\nThe closest thing we had to royalty\nA chance to break our parents' patterns\nWe chose to keep our teenage tragedy\nIn lieu of their romantic palette\nPlay tender like a newborn baby would\nPlay tender 'til the night is over\nI'm leaving you to nurture cherished wounds\nAnd care for it just like your lover, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can't hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYou can't hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nThe morning's over, the day is in full swing\n [Bridge]\nI know you're busy, but please won't you come visit me?\nYou are an aimless ghost, you haunt your bag of bones\nThe wolf messed with your vision\nHe is sitting in your kitchen while you sleep tonight\nHe will eat your young and you will act surprised\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can't hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYou can't hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nThe morning's over, the day is in full swing6 ",1 -4755,Camera_Obscura___James,sad,"""James James, he came to my place\nHe said he had to see my face\nHe hopes that we can still be friends\nIn his own way, he'll love me till the end\n\nAnd James, he came to the door\nWanting to know for sure\nWhy love gets up and goes\nI'm sorry but it had no place to grow\nOh, James, my love for you is stronger, don't you know?\nI'd like to celebrate you, dear\nAll in all it's been a pretty good year\nI looked deep within myself\nI got scared by just how hard I fell\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well\n\nOh, you and me, honey and bee\nOh, sun and moon, I'll be fine by June\nI could tell that you weren't well\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well",1 -6050,Crystal_Castles___Doe_Deer,anger,"'TranslationsEspañolDoe Deer [Chorus: Alice Glass]\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\n\n[Chorus: Alice Glass]\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\n[Verse: Alice Glass]\nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you 5Embed', 'default'",3 -9654,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Bullet_Theory,anger,"""Bullet Theory [Verse 1]\nWho shot the bullet that killed the air tonight?\nWithout a thought, without a reason\n\nTake a gun called hate\nUp against your heart\nAnd pull the trigger x2\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's over, it's only over\nIt's only over when we say\n[Verse 2]\nThe smoke and mirrors\nThe lies that wind your tongue\nIs this oppression what we wanted or what we needed?\nAs we function on impatience\nAnd our patience is wearing thin\nAnd you live a lie that will destroy us all\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Bridge]\nBack and to the left\nBack and to the left\nBack and to the left\nCome on and shoot motherfucker!\n\nYou like this baby?\nYou like this baby?\nYou like this baby?\nWell just dance a bit longer\n\n[Chorus x2]",3 -7099,Diana_Ross___More_Today_Than_Yesterday,happy,"""More Today Than Yesterday I don't remember what day it was\nI didn't notice what time it was\nAll I know is that I fell in love with you\nAnd if all my dreams come true\nI'll be spending time with you\n\nEvery day's a new day in love with you\nWith each day comes a new way of loving you\nEvery time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander\nAnd if all my dreams come true\nI'll be spending time with you\nOh, I love you more today than yesterday\nBut not as much as tomorrow\nI love you more today than yesterday\nBut, darling, not as much as tomorrow\n\nTomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away\nCupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way\nI thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger\nAnd I always will be true, I know you feel the same way too\n\nOh, I love you more today than yesterday\nBut not as much as tomorrow\nI love you more today than yesterday\nBut only half as much as tomorrow\n\nEvery day's a new day, every time I love ya\nEvery way's a new way, every time I love ya\nEvery day's a new day, every time I love ya\nEvery way's a new way, every time I love ya",0 -8624,Evanescence___Farther_Away_Live_in_Europe,sad,"'Combray [Chapter 2] \xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0COMBRAY\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Combray at a distance, from a twenty-mile radius, as we used to see it from the railway when we arrived there every year in Holy Week, was no more than a church epitomising the town, representing it, speaking of it and for it to the horizon, and as one drew near, gathering close about its long, dark cloak, sheltering from the wind, on the open plain, as a shepherd gathers his sheep, the woolly grey backs of its flocking houses, which a fragment of its mediaeval ramparts enclosed, here and there, in an outline as scrupulously circular as that of a little town in a primitive painting. To live in, Combray was a trifle depressing, like its streets, whose houses, built of the blackened stone of the country, fronted with outside steps, capped with gables which projected long shadows downwards, were so dark that one had, as soon as the sun began to go down, to draw back the curtains in the sitting-room windows; streets with the solemn names of Saints, not a few of whom figured in the history of the early lords of Combray, such as the Rue Saint-Hilaire, the Rue Saint-Jacques, in which my aunt\'s house stood, the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde, which ran past her railings, and the Rue du Saint-Esprit, on to which the little garden gate opened; and these Combray streets exist in so remote a quarter of my memory, painted in colours so different from those in which the world is decked for me to-day, that in fact one and all of them, and the church which towered above them in the Square, seem to me now more unsubstantial than the projections of my magic-lantern; while at times I feel that to be able to cross the Rue Saint-Hilaire again, to engage a room in the Rue de l\'Oiseau, in the old hostelry of the Oiseau Flesché, from whose windows in the pavement used to rise a smell of cooking which rises still in my mind, now and then, in the same warm gusts of comfort, would be to secure a contact with the unseen world more marvellously supernatural than it would be to make Golo\'s acquaintance and to chat with Geneviève de Brabant.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My grandfather\'s cousin—by courtesy my great-aunt—with whom we used to stay, was the mother of that aunt Léonie who, since her husband\'s my uncle Octave\'s death, had gradually declined to leave, first Combray, then her house in Combray, then her bedroom, and finally her bed; and who now never \'came down,\' but lay perpetually in an indefinite condition of grief, physical exhaustion, illness, obsessions, and religious observances. Her own room looked out over the Rue Saint-Jacques, which ran a long way further to end in the Grand-Pré as distinct from the Petit-Pré, a green space in the centre of the town where three streets met and which, monotonous and grey, with the three high steps of stone before almost every one of its doors, seemed like a deep furrow cut by some sculptor of gothic images in the very block of stone out of which he had fashioned a Calvary or a Crib. My aunt\'s life was now practically confined to two adjoining rooms, in one of which she would rest in the afternoon while they, aired the other. They were rooms of that country order which just as in certain climes whole tracts of air or ocean are illuminated or scented by myriads of protozoa which we cannot see fascinate our sense of smell with the countless odours springing from their own special virtues, wisdom, habits, a whole secret system of life, invisible, superabundant and profoundly moral, which their atmosphere holds in solution; smells natural enough indeed, and coloured by circumstances as are those of the neighbouring countryside, but already humanised, domesticated, confined, an exquisite, skilful, limpid jelly, blending all the fruits of the season which have left the orchard for the store-room, smells changing with the year, but plenishing, domestic smells, which compensate for the sharpness of hoar frost with the sweet savour of warm bread, smells lazy and punctual as a village clock, roving smells, pious smells; rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety, and in a prosiness which serves as a deep source of poetry to the stranger who passes through their midst without having lived amongst them. The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent that I could not enter them without a sort of greedy enjoyment, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully, because I had just arrived then at Combray: before I went in to wish my aunt good day I would be kept waiting a little time in the outer room, where the sun, a wintry sun still, had crept in to warm itself before the fire, lighted already between its two brick sides and plastering all the room and everything in it with a smell of soot, making the room like one of those great open hearths which one finds in the country, or one of the canopied mantelpieces in old castles under which one sits hoping that in the world outside it is raining or snowing, hoping almost for a catastrophic deluge to add the romance of shelter and security to the comfort of a snug retreat; I would turn to and fro between the prayer-desk and the stamped velvet armchairs, each one always draped in its crocheted antimacassar, while the fire, baking like a pie the appetising smells with which the air of the room, was thickly clotted, which the dewy and sunny freshness of the morning had already \'raised\' and started to \'set,\' puffed them and glazed them and fluted them and swelled them into an invisible though not impalpable country cake, an immense puff-pastry, in which, barely waiting to savour the crustier, more delicate, more respectable, but also drier smells of the cupboard, the chest-of-drawers, and the patterned wall-paper I always returned with an unconfessed gluttony to bury myself in the nondescript, resinous, dull, indigestible, and fruity smell of the flowered quilt.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the next room I could hear my aunt talking quietly to herself. She never spoke save in low tones, because she believed that there was something broken in her head and floating loose there, which she might displace by talking too loud; but she never remained for long, even when alone, without saying something, because she believed that it was good for her throat, and that by keeping the blood there in circulation it would make less frequent the chokings and other pains to which she was liable; besides, in the life of complete inertia which she led she attached to the least of her sensations an extraordinary importance, endowed them with a Protean ubiquity which made it difficult for her to keep them secret, and, failing a confidant to whom she might communicate them, she used to promulgate them to herself in an unceasing monologue which was her sole form of activity. Unfortunately, having formed the habit of thinking aloud, she did not always take care to see that there was no one in the adjoining room, and I would often hear her saying to herself: ""I must not forget that I never slept a wink""—for ""never sleeping a wink"" was her great claim to distinction, and one admitted and respected in our household vocabulary; in the morning Françoise would not \'call\' her, but would simply \'come to\' her; during the day, when my aunt wished to take a nap, we used to say just that she wished to \'be quiet\' or to \'rest\'; and when in conversation she so far forgot herself as to say ""what made me wake up,"" or ""I dreamed that,"" she would flush and at once correct herself.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0After waiting a minute, I would go in and kiss her; Françoise would be making her tea; or, if my aunt were feeling \'upset,\' she would ask instead for her \'tisane,\' and it would be my duty to shake out of the chemist\'s little package on to a plate the amount of lime-blossom required for infusion in boiling water. The drying of the stems had twisted them into a fantastic trellis, in whose intervals the pale flowers opened, as though a painter had arranged them there, grouping them in the most decorative poses. The leaves, which had lost or altered their own appearance, assumed those instead of the most incongruous things imaginable, as though the transparent wings of flies or the blank sides of labels or the petals of roses had been collected and pounded, or interwoven as birds weave the material for their nests. A thousand trifling little details—the charming prodigality of the chemist—details which would have been eliminated from an artificial preparation, gave me, like a book in which one is astonished to read the name of a person whom one knows, the pleasure of finding that these were indeed real lime-blossoms, like those I had seen, when coming from the train, in the Avenue de la Gare, altered, but only because they were not imitations but the very same blossoms, which had grown old. And as each new character is merely a metamorphosis from something older, in these little grey balls I recognised green buds plucked before their time; but beyond all else the rosy, moony, tender glow which lit up the blossoms among the frail forest of stems from which they hung like little golden roses—marking, as the radiance upon an old wall still marks the place of a vanished fresco, the difference between those parts of the tree which had and those which had not been \'in bloom\'—shewed me that these were petals which, before their flowering-time, the chemist\'s package had embalmed on warm evenings of spring. That rosy candlelight was still their colour, but half-extinguished and deadened in the diminished life which was now theirs, and which may be called the twilight of a flower. Presently my aunt was able to dip in the boiling infusion, in which she would relish the savour of dead or faded blossom, a little madeleine, of which she would hold out a piece to me when it was sufficiently soft.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At one side of her bed stood a big yellow chest-of-drawers of lemon-wood, and a table which served at once as pharmacy and as high altar, on which, beneath a statue of Our Lady and a bottle of Vichy-Célestins, might be found her service-books and her medical prescriptions, everything that she needed for the performance, in bed, of her duties to soul and body, to keep the proper times for pepsin and for vespers. On the other side her bed was bounded by the window: she had the street beneath her eyes, and would read in it from morning to night to divert the tedium of her life, like a Persian prince, the daily but immemorial chronicles of Combray, which she would discuss in detail afterwards with Françoise.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I would not have been five minutes with my aunt before she would send me away in case I made her tired. She would hold out for me to kiss her sad brow, pale and lifeless, on which at this early hour she would not yet have arranged the false hair and through which the bones shone like the points of a crown of thorns—or the beads of a rosary, and she would say to me: ""Now, my poor child, you must go away; go and get ready for mass; and if you see Françoise downstairs, tell her not to stay too long amusing herself with you; she must come up soon to see if I want anything.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise, who had been for many years in my aunt\'s service and did not at that time suspect that she would one day be transferred entirely to ours, was a little inclined to desert my aunt during the months which we spent in her house. There had been in my infancy, before we first went to Combray, and when my aunt Léonie used still to spend the winter in Paris with her mother, a time when I knew Françoise so little that on New Year\'s Day, before going into my great-aunt\'s house, my mother put a five-franc piece in my hand and said: ""Now, be careful. Don\'t make any mistake. Wait until you hear me say \'Good morning, Françoise,\' and I touch your arm before you give it to her."" No sooner had we arrived in my aunt\'s dark hall than we saw in the gloom, beneath the frills of a snowy cap as stiff and fragile as if it had been made of spun sugar, the concentric waves of a smile of anticipatory gratitude. It was Françoise, motionless and erect, framed in the small doorway of the corridor like the statue of a saint in its niche. When we had grown more accustomed to this religious darkness we could discern in her features a disinterested love of all humanity, blended with a tender respect for the \'upper classes\' which raised to the most honourable quarter of her heart the hope of receiving her due reward. Mamma pinched my arm sharply and said in a loud voice: ""Good morning, Françoise."" At this signal my fingers parted and I let fall the coin, which found a receptacle in a confused but outstretched hand. But since we had begun to go to Combray there was no one I knew better than Françoise. We were her favourites, and in the first years at least, while she shewed the same consideration for us as for my aunt, she enjoyed us with a keener relish, because we had, in addition to our dignity as part of \'the family\' for she had for those invisible bonds by which community of blood unites the members of a family as much respect as any Greek tragedian, the fresh charm of not being her customary employers. And so with what joy would she welcome us, with what sorrow complain that the weather was still so bad for us, on the day of our arrival, just before Easter, when there was often an icy wind; while Mamma inquired after her daughter and her nephews, and if her grandson was good-looking, and what they were going to make of him, and whether he took after his granny.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Later, when no one else was in the room, Mamma, who knew that Françoise was still mourning for her parents, who had been dead for years, would speak of them kindly, asking her endless little questions about them and their lives.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She had guessed that Françoise was not over-fond of her son-in-law, and that he spoiled the pleasure she found in visiting her daughter, as the two could not talk so freely when he was there. And so one day, when Françoise was going to their house, some miles from Combray, Mamma said to her, with a smile: ""Tell me, Françoise, if Julien has had to go away, and you have Marguerite to yourself all day, you will be very sorry, but will make the best of it, won\'t you?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And Françoise answered, laughing: ""Madame knows everything; Madame is worse than the X-rays"" she pronounced \'x\' with an affectation of difficulty and with a smile in deprecation of her, an unlettered woman\'s, daring to employ a scientific term ""they brought here for Mme. Octave, which see what is in your heart""—and she went off, disturbed that anyone should be caring about her, perhaps anxious that we should not see her in tears: Mamma was the first person who had given her the pleasure of feeling that her peasant existence, with its simple joys and sorrows, might offer some interest, might be a source of grief or pleasure to some one other than herself.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My aunt resigned herself to doing without Françoise to some extent during our visits, knowing how much my mother appreciated the services of so active and intelligent a maid, one who looked as smart at five o\'clock in the morning in her kitchen, under a cap whose stiff and dazzling frills seemed to be made of porcelain, as when dressed for churchgoing; who did everything in the right way, who toiled like a horse, whether she was well or ill, but without noise, without the appearance of doing anything; the only one of my aunt\'s maids who when Mamma asked for hot water or black coffee would bring them actually boiling; she was one of those servants who in a household seem least satisfactory, at first, to a stranger, doubtless because they take no pains to make a conquest of him and shew him no special attention, knowing very well that they have no real need of him, that he will cease to be invited to the house sooner than they will be dismissed from it; who, on the other hand, cling with most fidelity to those masters and mistresses who have tested and proved their real capacity, and do not look for that superficial responsiveness, that slavish affability, which may impress a stranger favourably, but often conceals an utter barrenness of spirit in which no amount of training can produce the least trace of individuality.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When Françoise, having seen that my parents had everything they required, first went upstairs again to give my aunt her pepsin and to find out from her what she would take for luncheon, very few mornings pased but she was called upon to give an opinion, or to furnish an explanation, in regard to some important event.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Just fancy, Françoise, Mme. Goupil went by more than a quarter of an hour late to fetch her sister: if she loses any more time on the way I should not be at all surprised if she got in after the Elevation.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Well, there\'d be nothing wonderful in that,"" would be the answer. Or:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Françoise, if you had come in five minutes ago, you would have seen Mme. Imbert go past with some asparagus twice the size of what mother Callot has: do try to find out from her cook where she got them. You know you\'ve been putting asparagus in all your sauces this spring; you might be able to get some like these for our visitors.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I shouldn\'t be surprised if they came from the Curé\'s,"" Françoise would say, and:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I\'m sure you wouldn\'t, my poor Françoise,"" my aunt would reply, raising her shoulders. ""From the Curé\'s, indeed! You know quite well that he can never grow anything but wretched little twigs of asparagus, not asparagus at all. I tell you these ones were as thick as my arm. Not your arm, of course, but my-poor arm, which has grown so much thinner again this year."" Or:\n\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Françoise, didn\'t you hear that bell just now! It split my head.""\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, Mme. Octave.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Ah, poor girl, your skull must be very thick; you may thank God for that. It was Maguelone come to fetch Dr. Piperaud. He came out with her at once and they went off along the Rue de l\'Oiseau. There must be some child ill.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh dear, dear; the poor little creature!"" would come with a sigh from Françoise, who could not hear of any calamity befalling a person unknown to her, even in some distant part of the world, without beginning to lament. Or:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Françoise, for whom did they toll the passing-bell just now? Oh dear, of course, it would be for Mme. Rousseau. And to think that I had forgotten that she passed away the other night. Indeed, it is time the Lord called me home too; I don\'t know what has become of my head since I lost my poor Octave. But I am wasting your time, my good girl.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Indeed no, Mme. Octave, my time is not so precious; whoever made our time didn\'t sell it to us. I am just going to see that my fire hasn\'t gone out.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In this way Françoise and my aunt made a critical valuation between them, in the course of these morning sessions, of the earliest happenings of the day. But sometimes these happenings assumed so mysterious or so alarming an air that my aunt felt she could not wait until it was time for Françoise to come upstairs, and then a formidable and quadruple peal would resound through the house.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But, Mme. Octave, it is not time for your pepsin,"" Françoise would begin. ""Are you feeling faint?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, thank you, Françoise,"" my aunt would reply, ""that is to say, yes; for you know well that there is very seldom a time when I don\'t feel faint; one day I shall pass away like Mme. Rousseau, before I know where I am; but that is not why I rang. Would you believe that I have just seen, as plainly as I see you, Mme. Goupil with a little girl I didn\'t know at all. Run and get a pennyworth of salt from Camus. It\'s not often that Théodore can\'t tell you who a person is.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But that must be M. Pupin\'s daughter,"" Françoise would say, preferring to stick to an immediate explanation, since she had been perhaps twice already into Camus\'s shop that morning.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""M. Pupin\'s daughter! Oh, that\'s a likely story, my poor Françoise. Do you think I should not have recognised M. Pupin\'s daughter!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But I don\'t mean the big one, Mme. Octave; I mean the little girl, he one who goes to school at Jouy. I seem to have seen her once already his morning.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, if that\'s what it is!"" my aunt would say, ""she must have come over for the holidays. Yes, that is it. No need to ask, she will have come over for the holidays. But then we shall soon see Mme. Sazerat come along and ring her sister\'s door-bell, for her luncheon. That will be it! I saw the boy from Galopin\'s go by with a tart. You will see that the tart was for Mme. Goupil.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Once Mme. Goupil has anyone in the house, Mme. Octave, you won\'t be long in seeing all her folk going in to their luncheon there, for it\'s not so early as it was,"" would be the answer, for Françoise, who was anxious to retire downstairs to look after our own meal, was not sorry to leave my aunt with the prospect of such a distraction.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh! not before midday!"" my aunt would reply in a tone of resignation, darting an uneasy glance at the clock, but stealthily, so as not to let it be seen that she, who had renounced all earthly joys, yet found a keen satisfaction in learning that Mme. Goupil was expecting company to luncheon, though, alas, she must wait a little more than an hour still before enjoying the spectacle. ""And it will come in the middle of my luncheon!"" she would murmur to herself. Her luncheon was such a distraction in itself that she did not like any other to come at the same time. ""At least, you will not forget to give me my creamed eggs on one of the flat plates?"" These were the only plates which had pictures on them and my aunt used to amuse herself at every meal by reading the description on whichever might have been sent up to her. She would put on her spectacles and spell out: ""Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,"" ""Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp,"" and smile, and say ""Very good indeed.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I may as well go across to Camus..."" Françoise would hazard, seeing that my aunt had no longer any intention of sending her there.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, no; it\'s not worth while now; it\'s certain to be the Pupin girl. My poor Françoise, I am sorry to have made you come upstairs for nothing.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But it was not for nothing, as my aunt well knew, that she had rung for Françoise, since at Combray a person whom one \'didn\'t know at all\' was as incredible a being as any mythological deity, and it was apt to be forgotten that after each occasion on which there had appeared in the Rue du Saint-Esprit or in the Square one of these bewildering phenomena, careful and exhaustive researches had invariably reduced the fabulous monster to the proportions of a person whom one \'did know,\' either personally or in the abstract, in his or her civil status as being more or less closely related to some family in Combray. It would turn out to be Mme. Sauton\'s son discharged from the army, or the Abbé Perdreau\'s niece come home from her convent, or the Curé\'s brother, a tax-collector at Châteaudun, who had just retired on a pension or had come over to Combray for the holidays. On first noticing them you have been impressed by the thought that there might be in Combray people whom you \'didn\'t know at all,\' simply because, you had failed to recognise or identify them at once. And yet long beforehand Mme. Sauton and the Curé had given warning that they expected their \'strangers.\' In the evening, when I came in and went upstairs to tell my aunt the incidents of our walk, if I was rash enough to say to her that we had passed, near the Pont-Vieux, a man whom my grandfather didn\'t know:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""A man grandfather didn\'t know at all!"" she would exclaim. ""That\'s a likely story."" None the less, she would be a little disturbed by the news, she would wish to have the details correctly, and so my grandfather would be summoned. ""Who can it have been that you passed near the Pont-Vieux, uncle? A man you didn\'t know at all?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Why, of course I did,"" my grandfather would answer; ""it was Prosper, Mme. Bouilleboeuf\'s gardener\'s brother.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Ah, well!"" my aunt would say, calm again but slightly flushed still; ""and the boy told me that you had passed a man you didn\'t know at all!"" After which I would be warned to be more careful of what I said, and not to upset my aunt so by thoughtless remarks. Everyone was so well known in Combray, animals as well as people, that if my aunt had happened to see a dog go by which she \'didn\'t know at all\' she would think about it incessantly, devoting to the solution of the incomprehensible problem all her inductive talent and her leisure hours.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""That will be Mme. Sazerat\'s dog,"" Françoise would suggest, without any real conviction, but in the hope of peace, and so that my aunt should not \'split her head.\'\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""As if I didn\'t know Mme. Sazerat\'s dog!""—for my aunt\'s critical mind would not so easily admit any fresh fact.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Ah, but that will be the new dog M. Galopin has brought her from Lisieux.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, if that\'s what it is!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""It seems, it\'s a most engaging animal,"" Françoise would go on, having got the story from Théodore, ""as clever as a Christian, always in a good temper, always friendly, always everything that\'s nice. It\'s not often you see an animal so well-behaved at that age. Mme. Octave, it\'s high time I left you; I can\'t afford to stay here amusing myself; look, it\'s nearly ten o\'clock and my fire not lighted yet, and I\'ve still to dress the asparagus.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""What, Françoise, more asparagus! It\'s a regular disease of asparagus you have got this year: you will make our Parisians sick of it.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, no, Madame Octave, they like it well enough. They\'ll be coming back from church soon as hungry as hunters, and they won\'t eat it out of the back of their spoons, you\'ll see.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Church! why, they must be there now; you\'d better not lose any time. Go and look after your luncheon.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0While my aunt gossiped on in this way with Françoise I would have accompanied my parents to mass. How I loved it: how clearly I can see it still, our church at Combray! The old porch by which we went in, black, and full of holes as a cullender, was worn out of shape and deeply furrowed at the sides as also was the holy water stoup to which it led us just as if the gentle grazing touch of the cloaks of peasant-women going into the church, and of their fingers dipping into the water, had managed by agelong repetition to acquire a destructive force, to impress itself on the stone, to carve ruts in it like those made by cart-wheels upon stone gate-posts against which they are driven every day. Its memorial stones, beneath which the noble dust of the Abbots of Combray, who were buried there, furnished the choir with a sort of spiritual pavement, were themselves no longer hard and lifeless matter, for time had softened and sweetened them, and had made them melt like honey and flow beyond their proper margins, either surging out in a milky, frothing wave, washing from its place a florid gothic capital, drowning the white violets of the marble floor; or else reabsorbed into their limits, contracting still further a crabbed Latin inscription, bringing a fresh touch of fantasy into the arrangement of its curtailed characters, closing together two letters of some word of which the rest were disproportionately scattered. Its windows were never so brilliant as on days when the sun scarcely shone, so that if it was dull outside you might be certain of fine weather in church. One of them was filled from top to bottom by a solitary figure, like the king on a playing-card, who lived up there beneath his canopy of stone, between earth and heaven; and in the blue light of its slanting shadow, on weekdays sometimes, at noon, when there was no service at one of those rare moments when the airy, empty church, more human somehow and more luxurious with the sun shewing off all its rich furnishings, seemed to have almost a habitable air, like the hall—all sculptured stone and painted glass���of some mediaeval mansion, you might see Mme. Sazerat kneel for an instant, laying down on the chair beside her own a neatly corded parcel of little cakes which she had just bought at the baker\'s and was taking home for her luncheon. In another, a mountain of rosy snow, at whose foot a battle was being fought, seemed to have frozen the window also, which it swelled and distorted with its cloudy sleet, like a pane to which snowflakes have drifted and clung, but flakes illumined by a sunrise—the same, doubtless, which purpled the reredos of the altar with tints so fresh that they seemed rather to be thrown on it for a moment by a light shining from outside and shortly to be extinguished than painted and permanently fastened on the stone. And all of them were so old that you could see, here and there, their silvery antiquity sparkling with the dust of centuries and shewing in its threadbare brilliance the very cords of their lovely tapestry of glass. There was one among them which was a tall panel composed of a hundred little rectangular windows, of blue principally, like a great game of patience of the kind planned to beguile King Charles VI; but, either because a ray of sunlight had gleamed through it or because my own shifting vision had drawn across the window, whose colours died away and were rekindled by turns, a rare and transient fire—the next instant it had taken on all the iridescence of a peacock\'s tail, then shook and wavered in a flaming and fantastic shower, distilled and dropping from the groin of the dark and rocky vault down the moist walls, as though it were along the bed of some rainbow grotto of sinuous stalactites that I was following my parents, who marched before me, their prayer-books clasped in their hands; a moment later the little lozenge windows had put on the deep transparence, the unbreakable hardness of sapphires clustered on some enormous breastplate; but beyond which could be distinguished, dearer than all such treasures, a fleeting smile from the sun, which could be seen and felt as well here, in the blue and gentle flood in which it washed the masonry, as on the pavement of the Square or the straw of the market-place; and even on our first Sundays, when we came down before Easter, it would console me for the blackness and bareness of the earth outside by making burst into blossom, as in some springtime in old history among the heirs of Saint Louis, this dazzling and gilded carpet of forget-me-nots in glass.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Two tapestries of high warp represented the coronation of Esther in which tradition would have it that the weaver had given to Ahasuerus the features of one of the kings of France and to Esther those of a lady of Guermantes whose lover he had been; their colours had melted into one another, so as to add expression, relief, light to the pictures. A touch of red over the lips of Esther had strayed beyond their outline; the yellow on her dress was spread with such unctuous plumpness as to have acquired a kind of solidity, and stood boldly out from the receding atmosphere; while the green of the trees, which was still bright in Silk and wool among the lower parts of the panel, but had quite \'gone\' at the top, separated in a paler scheme, above the dark trunks, the yellowing upper branches, tanned and half-obliterated by the sharp though sidelong rays of an invisible sun. All these things and, still more than these, the treasures which had come to the church from personages who to me were almost legendary figures such as the golden cross wrought, it was said, by Saint Eloi and presented by Dagobert, and the tomb of the sons of Louis the Germanic in porphyry and enamelled copper, because of which I used to go forward into the church when we were making our way to our chairs as into a fairy-haunted valley, where the rustic sees with amazement on a rock, a tree, a marsh, the tangible proofs of the little people\'s supernatural passage—all these things made of the church for me something entirely different from the rest of the town; a building which occupied, so to speak, four dimensions of space—the name of the fourth being Time—which had sailed the centuries with that old nave, where bay after bay, chapel after chapel, seemed to stretch across and hold down and conquer not merely a few yards of soil, but each successive epoch from which the whole building had emerged triumphant, hiding the rugged barbarities of the eleventh century in the thickness of its walls, through which nothing could be seen of the heavy arches, long stopped and blinded with coarse blocks of ashlar, except where, near the porch, a deep groove was furrowed into one wall by the tower-stair; and even there the barbarity was veiled by the graceful gothic arcade which pressed coquettishly upon it, like a row of grown-up sisters who, to hide him from the eyes of strangers, arrange themselves smilingly in front of a countrified, unmannerly and ill-dressed younger brother; rearing into the sky above the Square a tower which had looked down upon Saint Louis, and seemed to behold him still; and thrusting down with its crypt into the blackness of a Merovingian night, through which, guiding us with groping finger-tips beneath the shadowy vault, ribbed strongly as an immense bat\'s wing of stone, Théodore or his sister would light up for us with a candle the tomb of Sigebert\'s little daughter, in which a deep hole, like the bed of a fossil, had been bored, or so it was said, ""by a crystal lamp which, on the night when the Frankish princess was murdered, had left, of its own accord, the golden chains by which it was suspended where the apse is to-day and with neither the crystal broken nor the light extinguished had buried itself in the stone, through which it had gently forced its way.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then the apse of Combray: what am I to say of that? It was so coarse, so devoid of artistic beauty, even of the religious spirit. From outside, since the street crossing which it commanded was on a lower level, its great wall was thrust upwards from a basement of unfaced ashlar, jagged with flints, in all of which there was nothing particularly ecclesiastical; the windows seemed to have been pierced at an abnormal height, and its whole appearance was that of a prison wall rather than of a church. And certainly in later years, were I to recall all the glorious apses that I had seen, it would never enter my mind to compare with any one of them the apse of Combray. Only, one day, turning out of a little street in some country town, I came upon three alley-ways that converged, and facing them an old wall, rubbed, worn, crumbling, and unusually high; with windows pierced in it far overhead and the same asymmetrical appearance as the apse of Combray. And at that moment I did not say to myself, as at Chartres I might have done or at Rheims, with what strength the religious feeling had been expressed in its construction, but instinctively I exclaimed ""The Church!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The church! A dear, familiar friend; close pressed in the Rue Saint-Hilaire, upon which its north door opened, by its two neighbours, Mme. Loiseau\'s house and the pharmacy of M. Rapin, against which its walls rested without interspace; a simple citizen of Combray, who might have had her number in the street had the streets of Combray borne numbers, and at whose door one felt that the postman ought to stop on his morning rounds, before going into Mme. Loiseau\'s and after leaving M. Rapin\'s, there existed, for all that, between the church and everything in Combray that was not the church a clear line of demarcation which I have never succeeded in eliminating from my mind. In vain might Mme. Loiseau deck her window-sills with fuchsias, which developed the bad habit of letting their branches trail at all times and in all directions, head downwards, and whose flowers had no more important business, when they were big enough to taste the joys of life, than to go and cool their purple, congested cheeks against the dark front of the church; to me such conduct sanctified the fuchsias not at all; between the flowers and the blackened stones towards which they leaned, if my eyes could discern no interval, my mind preserved the impression of an abyss.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0From a long way off one could distinguish and identify the steeple of Saint-Hilaire inscribing its unforgettable form upon a horizon beneath which Combray had not yet appeared; when from the train which brought us down from Paris at Easter-time my father caught sight of it, as it slipped into every fold of the sky in turn, its little iron cock veering continually in all directions, he would say: ""Come, get your wraps together, we are there."" And on one of the longest walks we ever took from Combray there was a spot where the narrow road emerged suddenly on to an immense plain, closed at the horizon by strips of forest over which rose and stood alone the fine point of Saint-Hilaire\'s steeple, but so sharpened and so pink that it seemed to be no more than sketched on the sky by the finger-nail of a painter anxious to give to such a landscape, to so pure a piece of \'nature,\' this little sign of art, this single indication of human existence. As one drew near it and could make out the remains of the square tower, half in ruins, which still stood by its side, though without rivalling it in height, one was struck, first of all, by the tone, reddish and sombre, of its stones; and on a misty morning in autumn one would have called it, to see it rising above the violet thunder-cloud of the vineyards, a ruin of purple, almost the colour of the wild vine.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often in the Square, as we came home, my grandmother would make me stop to look up at it. From the tower windows, placed two and two, one pair above another, with that right and original proportion in their spacing to which not only human faces owe their beauty and dignity, it released, it let fall at regular intervals flights of jackdaws which for a little while would wheel and caw, as though the ancient stones which allowed them to sport thus and never seemed to see them, becoming of a sudden uninhabitable and discharging some infinitely disturbing element, had struck them and driven them forth. Then after patterning everywhere the violet velvet of the evening air, abruptly soothed, they would return and be absorbed in the tower, deadly no longer but benignant, some perching here and there not seeming to move, but snapping, perhaps, and swallowing some passing insect on the points of turrets, as a seagull perches, with an angler\'s immobility, on the crest of a wave. Without quite knowing why, my grandmother found in the steeple of Saint-Hilaire that absence of vulgarity, pretension, and meanness which made her love—and deem rich in beneficent influences—nature itself, when the hand of man had not, as did my great-aunt\'s gardener, trimmed it, and the works of genius. And certainly every part one saw of the church served to distinguish the whole from any other building by a kind of general feeling which pervaded it, but it was in the steeple that the church seemed to display a consciousness of itself, to affirm its individual and responsible existence. It was the steeple which spoke for the church. I think, too, that in a confused way my grandmother found in the steeple of Combray what she prized above anything else in the world, namely, a natural air and an air of distinction. Ignorant of architecture, she would say:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its quaint old face which pleases me. If it could play the piano, I am sure it would really play."" And when she gazed on it, when her eyes followed the gentle tension, the fervent inclination of its stony slopes which drew together as they rose, like hands joined in prayer, she would absorb herself so utterly in the outpouring of the spire that her gaze seemed to leap upwards with it; her lips at the same time curving in a friendly smile for the worn old stones of which the setting sun now illumined no more than the topmost pinnacles, which, at the point where they entered that zone of sunlight and were softened and sweetened by it, seemed to have mounted suddenly far higher, to have become truly remote, like a song whose singer breaks into falsetto, an octave above the accompanying air.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which shaped and crowned and consecrated every occupation, every hour of the day, every point of view in the town. From my bedroom window I could discern no more than its base, which had been freshly covered with slates; but when on Sundays I saw these, in the hot light of a summer morning, blaze like a black sun I would say to myself: ""Good heavens! nine o\'clock! I must get ready for mass at once if I am to have time to go in and kiss aunt Léonie first,"" and I would know exactly what was the colour of the sunlight upon the Square, I could feel the heat and dust of the market, the shade behind the blinds of the shop into which Mamma would perhaps go on her way to mass, penetrating its odour of unbleached calico, to purchase a handkerchief or something, of which the draper himself would let her see what he had, bowing from the waist: who, having made everything ready for shutting up, had just gone into the back shop to put on his Sunday coat and to wash his hands, which it was his habit, every few minutes and even on the saddest occasions, to rub one against the other with an air of enterprise, cunning, and success.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And again, after mass, when we looked in to tell Théodore to bring a larger loaf than usual because our cousins had taken advantage of the fine weather to come over from Thiberzy for luncheon, we had in front of us the steeple, which, baked and brown itself like a larger loaf still of \'holy bread,\' with flakes and sticky drops on it of sunlight, pricked its sharp point into the blue sky. And in the evening, as I came in from my walk and thought of the approaching moment when I must say good night to my mother and see her no more, the steeple was by contrast so kindly, there at the close of day, that I would imagine it as being laid, like a brown velvet cushion, against—as being thrust into the pallid sky which had yielded beneath its pressure, had sunk slightly so as to make room for it, and had correspondingly risen on either side; while the cries of the birds wheeling to and fro about it seemed to intensify its silence, to elongate its spire still further, and to invest it with some quality beyond the power of words.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Even when our errands lay in places behind the church, from which it could not be seen, the view seemed always to have been composed with reference to the steeple, which would stand up, now here, now there, among the houses, and was perhaps even more affecting when it appeared thus without the church. And, indeed, there are many others which look best when seen in this way, and I can call to mind vignettes of housetops with surmounting steeples in quite another category of art than those formed by the dreary streets of Combray. I shall never forget, in a quaint Norman town not far from Balbec, two charming eighteenth-century houses, dear to me and venerable for many reasons, between which, when one looks up at them from a fine garden which descends in terraces to the river, the gothic spire of a church itself hidden by the houses soars into the sky with the effect of crowning and completing their fronts, but in a material so different, so precious, so beringed, so rosy, so polished, that it is at once seen to be no more a part of them than would be a part of two pretty pebbles lying side by side, between which it had been washed on the beach, the purple, crinkled spire of some sea-shell spun out into a turret and gay with glossy colour. Even in Paris, in one of the ugliest parts of the town, I know a window from which one can see across a first, a second, and even a third layer of jumbled roofs, street beyond street, a violet bell, sometimes ruddy, sometimes too, in the finest \'prints\' which the atmosphere makes of it, of an ashy solution of black; which is, in fact, nothing else than the dome of Saint-Augustin, and which imparts to this view of Paris the character of some of the Piranesi views of Rome. But since into none of these little etchings, whatever the taste my memory may have been able to bring to their execution, was it able to contribute an element I have long lost, the feeling which makes us not merely regard a thing as a spectacle, but believe in it as in a creature without parallel, so none of them keeps in dependence on it a whole section of my inmost life as does the memory of those aspects of the steeple of Combray from the streets behind the church. Whether one saw it at five o\'clock when going to call for letters at the post-office, some doors away from one, on the left, raising abruptly with its isolated peak the ridge of housetops; or again, when one had to go in and ask for news of Mme. Sazerat, one\'s eyes followed the line where it ran low again beyond the farther, descending slope, and one knew that it would be the second turning after the steeple; or yet again, if pressing further afield one went to the station, one saw it obliquely, shewing in profile fresh angles and surfaces, like a solid body surprised at some unknown point in its revolution; or, from the banks of the Vivonne, the apse, drawn muscularly together and heightened in perspective, seemed to spring upwards with the effort which the steeple made to hurl its spire-point into the heart of heaven: it was always to the steeple that one must return, always it which dominated everything else, summing up the houses with an unexpected pinnacle, raised before me like the Finger of God, Whose Body might have been concealed below among the crowd of human bodies without fear of my confounding It, for that reason, with them. And so even to-day in any large provincial town, or in a quarter of Paris which I do not know well, if a passer-by who is \'putting me on the right road\' shews me from afar, as a point to aim at, some belfry of a hospital, or a convent steeple lifting the peak of its ecclesiastical cap at the corner of the street which I am to take, my memory need only find in it some dim resemblance to that dear and vanished outline, and the passer-by, should he turn round to make sure that I have not gone astray, would see me, to his astonishment, oblivious of the walk that I had planned to take or the place where I was obliged to call, standing still on the spot, before that steeple, for hours on end, motionless, trying to remember, feeling deep within myself a tract of soil reclaimed from the waters of Lethe slowly drying until the buildings rise on it again; and then no doubt, and then more uneasily than when, just now, I asked him for a direction, I will seek my way again, I will turn a corner... but... the goal is in my heart...\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On our way home from mass we would often meet M. Legrandin, who, detained in Paris by his professional duties as an engineer, could only except in the regular holiday seasons visit his home at Combray between Saturday evenings and Monday mornings. He was one of that class of men who, apart from a scientific career in which they may well have proved brilliantly successful, have acquired an entirely different kind of culture, literary or artistic, of which they make no use in the specialised work of their profession, but by which their conversation profits. More \'literary\' than many \'men of letters\' we were not aware at this period that M. Legrandin had a distinct reputation as a writer, and so were greatly astonished to find that a well-known composer had set some verses of his to music, endowed with a greater ease in execution than many painters, they imagine that the life they are obliged to lead is not that for which they are really fitted, and they bring to their regular occupations either a fantastic indifference or a sustained and lofty application, scornful, bitter, and conscientious. Tall, with a good figure, a fine, thoughtful face, drooping fair moustaches, a look of disillusionment in his blue eyes, an almost exaggerated refinement of courtesy; a talker such as we had never heard; he was in the sight of my family, who never ceased to quote him as an example, the very pattern of a gentleman, who took life in the noblest and most delicate manner. My grandmother alone found fault with him for speaking a little too well, a little too much like a book, for not using a vocabulary as natural as his loosely knotted Lavallière neckties, his short, straight, almost schoolboyish coat. She was astonished, too, at the furious invective which he was always launching at the aristocracy, at fashionable life, and \'snobbishness\'—""undoubtedly,"" he would say, ""the sin of which Saint Paul is thinking when he speaks of the sin for which there is no forgiveness.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Worldly ambition was a thing which my grandmother was so little capable of feeling, or indeed of understanding, that it seemed to her futile to apply so much heat to its condemnation. Besides, she thought it in not very good taste that M. Legrandin, whose sister was married to a country gentleman of Lower Normandy near Balbec, should deliver himself of such violent attacks upon the nobles, going so far as to blame the Revolution for not having guillotined them all.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Well met, my friends!"" he would say as he came towards us. ""You are lucky to spend so much time here; to-morrow I have to go back to Paris, to squeeze back into my niche.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, I admit,"" he went on, with his own peculiar smile, gently ironical, disillusioned and vague, ""I have every useless thing in the world in my house there. The only thing wanting is the necessary thing, a great patch of open sky like this. Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life, little boy,"" he added, turning to me. ""You have a soul in you of rare quality, an artist\'s nature; never let it starve for lack of what it needs.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, on our reaching the house, my aunt would send to ask us whether Mme. Goupil had indeed arrived late for mass, not one of us could inform her. Instead, we increased her anxiety by telling her that there was a painter at work in the church copying the window of Gilbert the Bad. Françoise was at once dispatched to the grocer\'s, but returned empty-handed owing to the absence of Théodore, whose dual profession of choirman, with a part in the maintenance of the fabric, and of grocer\'s assistant gave him not only relations with all sections of society, but an encyclopaedic knowledge of their affairs.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Ah!"" my aunt would sigh, ""I wish it were time for Eulalie to come. She is really the only person who will be able to tell me.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Eulalie was a limping, energetic, deaf spinster who had \'retired\' after the death of Mme. de la Bretonnerie, with whom she had been in service from her childhood, and had then taken a room beside the church, from which she would incessantly emerge, either to attend some service, or, when there was no service, to say a prayer by herself or to give Théodore a hand; the rest of her time she spent in visiting sick persons like my aunt Léonie, to whom she would relate everything that had occurred at mass or vespers. She was not above adding occasional pocket-money to the little income which was found for her by the family of her old employers by going from time to time to look after the Curé\'s linen, or that of some other person of note in the clerical world of Combray. Above a mantle of black cloth she wore a little white coif that seemed almost to attach her to some Order, and an infirmity of the skin had stained part of her cheeks and her crooked nose the bright red colour of balsam. Her visits were the one great distraction in the life of my aunt Léonie, who now saw hardly anyone else, except the reverend Curé. My aunt had by degrees erased every other visitor\'s name from her list, because they all committed the fatal error, in her eyes, of falling into one or other of the two categories of people she most detested. One group, the worse of the two, and the one of which she rid herself first, consisted of those who advised her not to take so much care of herself, and preached even if only negatively and with no outward signs beyond an occasional disapproving silence or doubting smile the subversive doctrine that a sharp walk in the sun and a good red beefsteak would do her more good her, who had had two dreadful sips of Vichy water on her stomach for fourteen hours! than all her medicine bottles and her bed. The other category was composed of people who appeared to believe that she was more seriously ill than she thought, in fact that she was as seriously ill as she said. And so none of those whom she had allowed upstairs to her room, after considerable hesitation and at Françoise urgent request, and who in the course of their visit had shewn how unworthy they were of the honour which had been done them by venturing a timid: ""Don\'t you think that if you were just to stir out a little on really fine days...?"" or who, on the other hand, when she said to them: ""I am very low, very low; nearing the end, dear friends!"" had replied: ""Ah, yes, when one has no strength left! Still, you may last a while yet""; each party alike might be certain that her doors would never open to them again. And if Françoise was amused by the look of consternation on my aunt\'s face whenever she saw, from her bed, any of these people in the Rue du Saint-Esprit, who looked as if they were coming to see her, or heard her own door-bell ring, she would laugh far more heartily, as at a clever trick, at my aunt\'s devices which never failed for having them sent away, and at their look of discomfiture when they had to turn back without having seen her; and would be filled with secret admiration for her mistress, whom she felt to be superior to all these other people, inasmuch as she could and did contrive not to see them. In short, my aunt stipulated, at one and the same time, that whoever came to see her must approve of her way of life, commiserate with her in her sufferings, and assure her of an ultimate recovery.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In all this Eulalie excelled. My aunt might say to her twenty times in a minute: ""The end is come at last, my poor Eulalie!"", twenty times Eulalie would retort with: ""Knowing your illness as you do, Mme. Octave, you will live to be a hundred, as Mme. Sazerin said to me only yesterday."" For one of Eulalie\'s most rooted beliefs, and one that the formidable list of corrections which her experience must have compiled was powerless to eradicate, was that Mme. Sazerat\'s name was really Mme. Sazerin.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I do not ask to live to a hundred,"" my aunt would say, for she preferred to have no definite limit fixed to the number of her days.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And since, besides this, Eulalie knew, as no one else knew, how to distract my aunt without tiring her, her visits, which took place regularly every Sunday, unless something unforeseen occurred to prevent them, were for my aunt a pleasure the prospect of which kept her on those days in a state of expectation, appetising enough to begin with, but at once changing to the agony of a hunger too long unsatisfied if Eulalie were a minute late in coming. For, if unduly prolonged, the rapture of waiting for Eulalie became a torture, and my aunt would never cease from looking at the time, and yawning, and complaining of each of her symptoms in turn. Eulalie\'s ring, if it sounded from the front door at the very end of the day, when she was no longer expecting it, would almost make her ill. For the fact was that on Sundays she thought of nothing else than this visit, and the moment that our luncheon was ended Françoise would become impatient for us to leave the dining-room so that she might go upstairs to \'occupy\' my aunt. But—and this more than ever from the day on which fine weather definitely set in at Combray—the proud hour °f noon, descending from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which it blazoned for a moment with the twelve points of its sonorous crown, would long have echoed about our table, beside the \'holy bread,\' which too had come in, after church, in its familiar way; and we would still be found seated in front of our Arabian Nights plates, weighed down by the heat of the day, and even more by our heavy meal. For upon the permanent foundation of eggs, cutlets, potatoes, preserves, and biscuits, whose appearance on the table she no longer announced to us, Françoise would add—as the labour of fields and orchards, the harvest of the tides, the luck of the markets, the kindness of neighbours, and her own genius might provide; and so effectively that our bill of fare, like the quatrefoils that were carved on the porches of cathedrals in the thirteenth century, reflected to some extent the march of the seasons and the incidents of human life—a brill, because the fish-woman had guaranteed its freshness; a turkey, because she had seen a beauty in the market at Roussainville-le-Pin; cardoons with marrow, because she had never done them for us in that way before; a roast leg of mutton, because the fresh air made one hungry and there would be plenty of time for it to \'settle down\' in the seven hours before dinner; spinach, by way of a change; apricots, because they were still hard to get; gooseberries, because in another fortnight there would be none left; raspberries, which M. Swann had brought specially; cherries, the first to come from the cherry-tree, which had yielded none for the last two years; a cream cheese, of which in those days I was extremely fond; an almond cake, because she had ordered one the evening before; a fancy loaf, because it was our turn to \'offer\' the holy bread. And when all these had been eaten, a work composed expressly for ourselves, but dedicated more particularly to my father, who had a fondness for such things, a cream of chocolate, inspired in the mind, created by the hand of Françoise, would be laid before us, light and fleeting as an \'occasional piece\' of music, into which she had poured the whole of her talent. Anyone who refused to partake of it, saying: ""No, thank you, I have finished; I am not hungry,"" would at once have been lowered to the level of the Philistines who, when an artist makes them a present of one of his works, examine its weight and material, whereas what is of value is the creator\'s intention and his signature. To have left even the tiniest morsel in the dish would have shewn as much discourtesy as to rise and leave a concert hall while the \'piece\' was still being played, and under the composer\'s-very eyes.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At length my mother would say to me: ""Now, don\'t stay here all day; you can go up to your room if you are too hot outside, but get a little fresh air first; don\'t start reading immediately after your food.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And I would go and sit down beside the pump and its trough, ornamented here and there, like a gothic font, with a salamander, which modelled upon a background of crumbling stone the quick relief of its slender, allegorical body; on the bench without a back, in the shade of a lilac-tree, in that little corner of the garden which communicated, by a service door, with the Rue du Saint-Esprit, and from whose neglected soil rose, in two stages, an outcrop from the house itself and apparently a separate building, my aunt\'s back-kitchen. One could see its red-tiled floor gleaming like porphyry. It seemed not so much the cave of Françoise as a little temple of Venus. It would be overflowing with the offerings of the milkman, the fruiterer, the greengrocer, come sometimes from distant villages to dedicate here the first-fruits of their fields. And its roof was always surmounted by the cooing of a dove.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In earlier days I would not have lingered in the sacred grove which surrounded this temple, for, before going upstairs to read, I would steal into the little sitting-room which my uncle Adolphe, a brother of my grandfather and an old soldier who had retired from the service as a major, used to occupy on the ground floor, a room which, even when its opened windows let in the heat, if not actually the rays of the sun which seldom penetrated so far, would never fail to emit that vague and yet fresh odour, suggesting at once an open-air and an old-fashioned kind of existence, which sets and keeps the nostrils dreaming when one goes into a disused gun-room. But for some years now I had not gone into my uncle Adolphe\'s room, since he no longer came to Combray on account of a quarrel which had arisen between him and my family, by my fault, and in the following circumstances: Once or twice every month, in Paris, I used to be sent to pay him a. visit, as he was finishing his luncheon, wearing a plain alpaca coat, and waited upon by his servant in a working-jacket of striped linen, purple and white. He would complain that I had not been to see him for a long time; that he was being neglected; he would offer me a marchpane or a tangerine, and we would cross a room in which no one ever sat, whose fire was never lighted, whose walls were picked out with gilded mouldings, its ceiling painted blue in imitation of the sky, and its furniture upholstered in satin, as at my grandparents\', only yellow; then we would enter what he called his \'study,\' a room whose walls were hung with prints which shewed, against a dark background, a plump and rosy goddess driving a car, or standing upon a globe, or wearing a star on her brow; pictures which were popular under the Second Empire because there was thought to be something about them that suggested Pompeii, which were then generally despised, and which now people are beginning to collect again for one single and consistent reason despite any others which they may advance, namely, that they suggest the Second Empire. And there I would stay with my uncle until his man came, with a message from the coachman, to ask him at what time he would like the carriage. My uncle would then be lost in meditation, while his astonished servant stood there, not daring to disturb him by the least movement, wondering and waiting for his answer, which never varied. For in the end, after a supreme crisis of hesitation, my uncle would utter, infallibly, the words: ""A quarter past two,"" which the servant would echo with amazement, but without disputing them: ""A quarter past two! Very good, sir... I will go and tell him....""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this date I was a lover of the theatre: a Platonic lover, of necessity, since my parents had not yet allowed me to enter one, and so incorrect was the picture I drew for myself of the pleasures to be enjoyed there that I almost believed that each of the spectators looked, as into a stereoscope, upon a stage and scenery which existed for himself alone, though closely resembling the thousand other spectacles presented to the rest of the audience individually.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Every morning I would hasten to the Moriss column to see what new plays it announced. Nothing could be more disinterested or happier than the dreams with which these announcements filled my mind, dreams which took their form from the inevitable associations of the words forming the title of the play, and also from the colour of the bills, still damp and wrinkled with paste, on which those words stood out. Nothing, unless it were such strange titles as the Testament de César Girodot, or Oedipe-Roi, inscribed not on the green bills of the Opéra-Comique, but on the wine-coloured bills of the Comédie-Française, nothing seemed to me to differ more profoundly from the sparkling white plume of the Diamants de la Couronne than the sleek, mysterious satin of the Domino Noir and since my parents had told me that, for my first visit to the theatre, I should have to choose between these two pieces, I would study exhaustively and in turn the title of one and the title of the other for those were all that I knew of either, attempting to snatch from each a foretaste of the pleasure which it offered me, and to compare this pleasure with that latent in the other title, until in the end I had shewn myself such vivid, such compelling pictures of, on the one hand, a play of dazzling arrogance, and on the other a gentle, velvety play, that I was as little capable of deciding which play I should prefer to see as if, at the dinner-table, they had obliged me to choose between rice à l\'Impératrice and the famous cream of chocolate.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All my conversations with my playfellows bore upon actors, whose art, although as yet I had no experience of it, was the first of all its numberless forms in which Art itself allowed me to anticipate its enjoyment. Between one actor\'s tricks of intonation and inflection and another\'s, the most trifling differences would strike me as being of an incalculable importance. And from what I had been told of them I would arrange them in the order of their talent in lists which I used to murmur to myself all day long: lists which in the end became petrified in my brain and were a source of annoyance to it, being irremovable.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And later, in my schooldays, whenever I ventured in class, when the master\'s head was turned, to communicate with some new friend, I would always begin by asking him whether he had begun yet to go to theatres, and if he agreed that our greatest actor was undoubtedly Got, our second Delaunay, and so on. And if, in his judgment, Febvre came below Thiron, or Delaunay below Coquelin, the sudden volatility which the name of Coquelin, forsaking its stony rigidity, would engender in my mind, in which it moved upwards to the second place, the rich vitality with which the name of Delaunay would suddenly be furnished, to enable it to slip down to fourth, would stimulate and fertilise my brain with a sense of bradding and blossoming life.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But if the thought of actors weighed so upon me, if the sight of Maubant, coming out one afternoon from the Théâtre-Français, had plunged me in the throes and sufferings of hopeless love, how much more did the name of a \'star,\' blazing outside the doors of a theatre, how much more, seen through the window of a brougham which passed me in the street, the hair over her forehead abloom with roses, did the face of a woman who, I would think, was perhaps an actress, leave with me a lasting disturbance, a futile and painful effort to form a picture of her private life.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I classified, in order of talent, the most distinguished: Sarah Bernhardt, Berma, Bartet, Madeleine Brohan, Jeanne Samary; but I was interested in them all. Now my uncle knew many of them personally, and also ladies of another class, not clearly distinguished from actresses in my mind. He used to entertain them at his house. And if we went to see him on certain days only, that was because on the other days ladies might come whom his family could not very well have met. So we at least thought; as for my uncle, his fatal readiness to pay pretty widows who had perhaps never been married and countesses whose high-sounding titles were probably no more than noms de guerre the compliment of presenting them to my grandmother or even of presenting to them some of our family jewels, had already embroiled him more than once with my grandfather. Often, if the name of some actress were mentioned in conversation, I would hear my father say, with a smile, to my mother: ""One of your uncle\'s friends,"" and I would think of the weary novitiate through which, perhaps for years on end, a grown man, even a man of real importance, might have to pass, waiting on the doorstep of some such lady, while she refused to answer his letters and made her hall-porter drive him away; and imagine that my uncle was able to dispense a little jackanapes like myself from all these sufferings by introducing me in his own home to the actress, unapproachable by all the world, but for him an intimate friend.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so—on the pretext that some lesson, the hour of which had been altered, now came at such an awkward time that it had already more than once prevented me, and would continue to prevent me, from seeing my uncle—one day, not one of the days which he set apart for our visits, I took advantage of the fact that my parents had had luncheon earlier than usual; I slipped out and, instead of going to read the playbills on their column, for which purpose I was allowed to go out unaccompanied, I ran all the way to his house. I noticed before his door a carriage and pair, with red carnations on the horses\' blinkers and in the coachman\'s buttonhole. As I climbed the staircase I could hear laughter and a woman\'s voice, and, as soon as I had rung, silence and the sound of shutting doors. The man-servant who let me in appeared embarrassed, and said that my uncle was extremely busy and probably could not see me; he went in, however, to announce my arrival, and the same voice I had heard before said: ""Oh, yes! Do let him come in; just for a moment; it will be so amusing. Is that his photograph there, on your desk? And his mother your niece, isn\'t she? beside it? The image of her, isn\'t he? I should so like to see the little chap, just for a second.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could hear my uncle grumbling and growing angry; finally the manservant told me to come in.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On the table was the same plate of marchpanes that was always there; my uncle wore the same alpaca coat as on other days; but opposite to him, in a pink silk dress with a great necklace of pearls about her throat, sat a young woman who was just finishing a tangerine. My uncertainty whether I ought to address her as Madame or Mademoiselle made me blush, and not daring to look too much in her direction, in case I should be obliged to speak to her, I hurried across to kiss my uncle. She looked at me and smiled; my uncle said ""My nephew!"" without telling her my name or telling me hers, doubtless because, since his difficulties with my grandfather, he had endeavoured as far as possible to avoid any association of his family with this other class of acquaintance.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""How like his mother he is,"" said the lady.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But you have never seen my niece, except in photographs,"" my uncle broke in quickly, with a note of anger.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I beg your pardon, dear friend, I passed her on the staircase last year when you were so ill. It is true I only saw her for a moment, and your staircase is rather dark; but I saw well enough to see how lovely she was. This young gentleman has her beautiful eyes, and also this,"" she went on, tracing a line with one finger across the lower part of her forehead. ""Tell me,"" she asked my uncle, ""is your niece Mme.——; is her name the same as yours?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""He takes most after his father,"" muttered my uncle, who was no more anxious to effect an introduction by proxy, in repeating Mamma\'s name aloud, than to bring the two together in the flesh. ""He\'s his father all over, and also like my poor mother.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I have not met his father, dear,"" said the lady in pink, bowing her head slightly, ""and I never saw your poor mother. You will remember it was just after your great sorrow that we got to know one another.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt somewhat disillusioned, for this young lady was in no way different from other pretty women whom I had seen from time to time at home, especially the daughter of one of our cousins, to whose house I went every New Year\'s Day. Only better dressed; otherwise my uncle\'s friend had the same quick and kindly glance, the same frank and friendly manner. I could find no trace in her of the theatrical appearance which I admired in photographs of actresses, nothing of the diabolical expression which would have been in keeping with the life she must lead. I had difficulty in believing that this was one of \'those women,\' and certainly I should never have believed her one of the \'smart ones\' had I not seen the carriage and pair, the pink dress, the pearly necklace, had I not been aware, too, that my uncle knew only the very best of them. But I asked myself how the millionaire who gave her her carriage and her flat and her jewels could find any pleasure in flinging his money away upon a woman who had so simple and respectable an appearance. And yet, when I thought of what her life must be like, its immorality disturbed me more, perhaps, than if it had stood before me in some concrete and recognisable form, by its secrecy and invisibility, like the plot of a novel, the hidden truth of a scandal which had driven out of the home of her middle-class parents and dedicated to the service of all mankind which had brought to the flowering-point of her beauty, had raised to fame or notoriety this woman, the play of whose features, the intonations of whose voice, like so many others I already knew, made me regard her, in spite of myself, as a young lady of good family, her who was no longer of a family at all.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We had gone by this time into the \'study,\' and my uncle, who seemed a trifle embarrassed by my presence, offered her a cigarette.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, thank you, dear friend,"" she said. ""You know I only smoke the ones the Grand Duke sends me. I tell him that they make you jealous."" And she drew from a case cigarettes covered with inscriptions in gold, in a foreign language. ""Why, yes,"" she began again suddenly. ""Of course I have met this young man\'s father with you. Isn\'t he your nephew? How on earth could I have forgotten? He was so nice, so charming to me,"" she went on, modestly and with feeling. But when I thought to myself what must actually have been the rude greeting which, she made out, had been so charming, I, who knew my father\'s coldness and reserve, was shocked, as though at some indelicacy on his part, at the contrast between the excessive recognition bestowed on it and his never adequate geniality. It has since struck me as one of the most touching aspects of the part played in life by these idle, painstaking women that they devote all their generosity, all their talent, their transferable dreams of sentimental beauty for, like all artists, they never seek to realise the value of those dreams, or to enclose them in the four-square frame of everyday life, and their gold, which counts for little, to the fashioning of a fine and precious setting for the rubbed and scratched and ill-polished lives of men. And just as this one filled the smoking-room, where my uncle was entertaining her in his alpaca coat, with her charming person, her dress of pink silk, her pearls, and the refinement suggested by intimacy with a Grand Duke, so, in the same way, she had taken some casual remark by my father, had worked it up delicately, given it a \'turn,\' a precious title, set in it the gem of a glance from her own eyes, a gem of the first water, blended of humility and gratitude; and so had given it back transformed into a jewel, a work of art, into something altogether charming.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Look here, my boy, it is time you went away,"" said my uncle.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I rose; I could scarcely resist a desire to kiss the hand of the lady in pink, but I felt that to do so would require as much audacity as a forcible abduction of her. My heart beat loud while I counted out to myself ""Shall I do it, shall I not?"" and then I ceased to ask myself what I ought to do so as at least to do something. Blindly, hotly, madly, flinging aside all the reasons I had just found to support such action, I seized and raised to my lips the hand she held out to me.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Isn\'t he delicious! Quite a ladies\' man already; he takes after his uncle. He\'ll be a perfect \'gentleman,\'"" she went on, setting her teeth so as to give the word a kind of English accentuation. ""Couldn\'t he come to me some day for \'a cup of tea,\' as our friends across the channel say; he need only send me a \'blue\' in the morning?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had not the least idea of what a \'blue\' might be. I did not understand half the words which the lady used, but my fear lest there should be concealed in them some question which it would be impolite in me not to answer kept me from withdrawing my close attention from them, and I was beginning to feel extremely tired.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, no; it is impossible,"" said my uncle, shrugging his shoulders. ""He is kept busy at home all day; he has plenty of work to do. He brings back all the prizes from his school,"" he added in a lower tone, so that I should not hear this falsehood and interrupt with a contradiction. ""You can\'t tell; he may turn out a little Victor Hugo, a kind of Vaulabelle, don\'t you know.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, I love artistic people,"" replied the lady in pink; ""there is no one like them for understanding women. Them, and really nice men like yourself. But please forgive my ignorance. Who, what is Vaulabelle? Is it those gilt books in the little glass case in your drawing-room? You know you promised to lend them to me; I will take great care of them.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My uncle, who hated lending people books, said nothing, and ushered me out into the hall. Madly in love with the lady in pink, I covered my old uncle\'s tobacco-stained cheeks with passionate kisses, and while he, awkwardly enough, gave me to understand without actually saying that he would rather I did not tell my parents about this visit, I assured him, with tears in my eyes, that his kindness had made so strong an impression upon me that some day I would most certainly find a way of expressing my gratitude. So strong an impression had it made upon me that two hours later, after a string of mysterious utterances which did not strike me as giving my parents a sufficiently clear idea of the new importance with which I had been invested, I found it simpler to let them have a full account, omitting no detail, of the visit I had paid that afternoon. In doing this I had no thought of causing my uncle any unpleasantness. How could I have thought such a thing, since I did not wish it? And I could not suppose that my parents would see any harm in a visit in which I myself saw none. Every day of our lives does not some friend or other ask us to make his apologies, without fail, to some woman to whom he has been prevented from writing; and do not we forget to do so, feeling that this woman cannot attach much importance to a silence which has none for ourselves? I imagined, like everyone else, that the brains of other people were lifeless and submissive receptacles with no power of specific reaction to any stimulus which might be applied to them; and I had not the least doubt that when I deposited in the minds of my parents the news of the acquaintance I had made at my uncle\'s I should at the same time transmit to them the kindly judgment I myself had based on the introduction. Unfortunately my parents had recourse to principles entirely different from those which I suggested they should adopt when they came to form their estimate of my uncle\'s conduct. My father and grandfather had \'words\' with him of a violent order; as I learned indirectly. A few days later, passing my uncle in the street as he drove by in an open carriage, Î felt at once all the grief, the gratitude, the remorse which I should have liked to convey to him. Beside the immensity of these emotions I considered that merely to raise my hat to him would be incongruous and petty, and might make him think that I regarded myself as bound to shew him no more than the commonest form of courtesy. I decided to abstain from so inadequate a gesture, and turned my head away. My uncle thought that, in doing so I was obeying my parents\' orders; he never forgave them; and though he did not die until many years later, not one of us ever set eyes on him again.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so I no longer used to go into the little sitting-room now kept shut of my uncle Adolphe; instead, after hanging about on the outskirts of the back-kitchen until Françoise appeared on its threshold and announced: ""I am going to let the kitchen-maid serve the coffee and take up the hot water; it is time I went off to Mme. Octave,"" I would then decide to go indoors, and would go straight upstairs to my room to read. The kitchen-maid was an abstract personality, a permanent institution to which an invariable set of attributes assured a sort of fixity and continuity and identity throughout the long series of transitory human shapes in which that personality was incarnate; for we never found the same girl there two years running. In the year in which we ate such quantities of asparagus, the kitchen-maid whose duty it was to dress them was a poor sickly creature, some way \'gone\' in pregnancy when we arrived at Combray for Easter, and it was indeed surprising that Françoise allowed her to run so many errands in the town and to do so much work in the house, for she was beginning to find a difficulty in bearing before her the mysterious casket, fuller and larger every day, whose splendid outline could be detected through the folds of her ample smocks. These last recalled the cloaks in which Giotto shrouds some of the allegorical figures in his paintings, of which M. Swann had given me photographs. He it was who pointed out the resemblance, and when he inquired after the kitchen-maid he would say: ""Well, how goes it with Giotto\'s Charity?"" And indeed the poor girl, whose pregnancy had swelled and stoutened every part of her, even to her face, and the vertical, squared outlines of her cheeks, did distinctly suggest those virgins, so strong and mannish as to seem matrons rather, in whom the Virtues are personified in the Arena Chapel. And I can see now that those Virtues and Vices of Padua resembled her in another respect as well. For just as the figure of this girl had been enlarged by the additional symbol which she carried in her body, without appearing to understand what it meant, without any rendering in her facial expression of all its beauty and spiritual significance, but carried as if it were an ordinary and rather heavy burden, so it is without any apparent suspicion of what she is about that the powerfully built housewife who is portrayed in the Arena beneath the label \'Caritas,\' and a reproduction of whose portrait hung upon the wall of my schoolroom at Combray, incarnates that virtue, for it seems impossible, that any thought of charity can ever have found expression in her vulgar and energetic face. By a fine stroke of the painter\'s invention she is tumbling all the treasures of the earth at her feet, but exactly as if she were treading grapes in a wine-press to extract their juice, or, still more, as if she had climbed on a heap of sacks to raise herself higher; and she is holding out her flaming heart to God, or shall we say \'handing\' it to Him, exactly as a cook might hand up a corkscrew through the skylight of her underground kitchen to some one who had called down to ask her for it from the ground-level above. The \'Invidia,\' again, should have had some look on her face of envy. But in this fresco, too, the symbol occupies so large a place and is represented with such realism; the serpent hissing between the lips of Envy is so huge, and so completely fills her wide-opened mouth that the muscles of her face are strained and contorted, like a child\'s who is filling a balloon with his breath, and that Envy, and we ourselves for that matter, when we look at her, since all her attention and ours are concentrated on the action of her lips, have no time, almost, to spare for envious thoughts.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Despite all the admiration that M. Swann might profess for these figures of Giotto, it was a long time before I could find any pleasure in seeing in our schoolroom where the copies he had brought me were hung that Charity devoid of charity, that Envy who looked like nothing so much as a plate in some medical book, illustrating the compression of the glottis or uvula by a tumour in the tongue, or by the introduction of the operator\'s instrument, a Justice whose greyish and meanly regular features were the very same as those which adorned the faces of certain good and pious and slightly withered ladies of Combray whom I used to see at mass, many of whom had long been enrolled in the reserve forces of Injustice. But in later years I understood that the arresting strangeness, the special beauty of these frescoes lay in the great part played in each of them by its symbols, while the fact that these were depicted, not as symbols for the thought symbolised was nowhere expressed, but as real things, actually felt or materially handled, added something more precise and more literal to their meaning, something more concrete and more striking to the lesson they imparted. And even in the case of the poor kitchen-maid, was not our attention incessantly drawn to her belly by the load which filled it; and in the same way, again, are not the thoughts of men and women in the agony of death often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, internal, intestinal aspect, towards that \'seamy side\' of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, a side which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0There must have been a strong element of reality in those Virtues and Vices of Padua, since they appeared to me to be as much alive as the pregnant servant-girl, while she herself appeared scarcely less allegorical than they. And, quite possibly, this lack or seeming lack of participation by a person\'s soul in the significant marks of its own special virtue has, apart from its aesthetic meaning, a reality which, if not strictly psychological, may at least be called physiognomical. Later on, when, in the course of my life, I have had occasion to meet with, in convents for instance, literally saintly examples of practical charity, they have generally had the brisk, decided, undisturbed, and slightly brutal air of a busy surgeon, the face in which one can discern no commiseration, no tenderness at the sight of suffering humanity, and no fear of hurting it, the face devoid of gentleness or sympathy, the sublime face of true goodness.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Then while the kitchen-maid—who, all unawares, made the superior qualities of Françoise shine with added lustre, just as Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth—took in coffee which according to Mamma was nothing more than hot water, and then carried up to our rooms hot water which was barely tepid, I would be lying stretched out on my bed, a book in my hand, in my room which trembled with the effort to defend its frail, transparent coolness against the afternoon sun, behind its almost closed shutters through which, however, a reflection of the sunlight had contrived to slip in on its golden wings, remaining motionless, between glass and woodwork, in a corner, like a butterfly poised upon a flower. It was hardly light enough for me to read, and my feeling of the day\'s brightness and splendour was derived solely from the blows struck down below, in the Rue de la Curé, by Camus whom Françoise had assured that my aunt was not \'resting\' and that he might therefore make a noise, upon some old packing-cases from which nothing would really be sent flying but the dust, though the din of them, in the resonant atmosphere that accompanies hot weather, seemed to scatter broadcast a rain of blood-red stars; and from the flies who performed for my benefit, in their small concert, as it might be the chamber music of summer; evoking heat and light quite differently from an air of human music which, if you happen to have heard it during a fine summer, will always bring that summer back to your mind, the flies\' music is bound to the season by a closer, a more vital tie—born of sunny days, and not to be reborn but with them, containing something of their essential nature, it not merely calls up their image in our memory, but gives us a guarantee that they do really exist, that they are close around us, immediately accessible.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This dim freshness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that is to say, equally luminous, and presented to my imagination the entire panorama of summer, which my senses, if I had been out walking, could have tasted and enjoyed in fragments only; and so was quite in harmony with my state of repose, which thanks to the adventures related in my books, which had just excited it bore, like a hand reposing motionless in a stream of running water, the shock and animation of a torrent of activity and life.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But my grandmother, even if the weather, after growing too hot, had broken, and a storm, or just a shower, had burst over us, would come up and beg me to go outside. And as I did not wish to leave off my book, I would go on with it in the garden, under the chestnut-tree, in a little sentry-box of canvas and matting, in the farthest recesses of which I used to sit and feel that I was hidden from the eyes of anyone who might be coming to call upon the family.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then my thoughts, did not they form a similar sort of hiding-hole, in the depths of which I felt that I could bury myself and remain invisible even when I was looking at what went on outside? When I saw any external object, my consciousness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, enclosing it in a slender, incorporeal outline which prevented me from ever coming directly in contact with the material form; for it would volatilise itself in some way before I could touch it, just as an incandescent body which is moved towards something wet never actually touches moisture, since it is always preceded, itself, by a zone of evaporation. Upon the sort of screen, patterned with different states and impressions, which my consciousness would quietly unfold while I was reading, and which ranged from the most deeply hidden aspirations of my heart to the wholly external view of the horizon spread out before my eyes at the foot of the garden, what was from the first the most permanent and the most intimate part of me, the lever whose incessant movements controlled all the rest, was my belief in the philosophic richness and beauty of the book I was reading, and my desire to appropriate these to myself, whatever the book might be. For even if I had purchased it at Combray, having seen it outside Borange\'s, whose grocery lay too far from our house for Françoise to be able to deal there, as she did with Camus, but who enjoyed better custom as a stationer and bookseller; even if I had seen it, tied with string to keep it in its place in the mosaic of monthly parts and pamphlets which adorned either side of his doorway, a doorway more mysterious, more teeming with suggestion than that of a cathedral, I should have noticed and bought it there simply because I had recognised it as a book which had been well spoken of, in my hearing, by the school-master or the school-friend who, at that particular time, seemed to me to be entrusted with the secret of Truth and Beauty, things half-felt by me, half-incomprehensible, the full understanding of which was the vague but permanent object of my thoughts.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next to this central belief, which, while I was reading, would be constantly a motion from my inner self to the outer world, towards the discovery of Truth, came the emotions aroused in me by the action in which I would be taking part, for these afternoons were crammed with more dramatic and sensational events than occur, often, in a whole lifetime. These were the events which took place in the book I was reading. It is true that the people concerned in them were not what Françoise would have called \'real people.\' But none of the feelings which the joys or misfortunes of a \'real\' person awaken in us can be awakened except through a mental picture of those joys or misfortunes; and the ingenuity of the first novelist lay in his understanding that, as the picture was the one essential element in the complicated structure of our emotions, so that simplification of it which consisted in the suppression, pure and simple, of \'real\' people would be a decided improvement. A \'real\' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, he remains opaque, offers a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift. If some misfortune comes to him, it is only in one small section of the complete idea we have of him that we are capable of feeling any emotion; indeed it is only in one small section of the complete idea he has of himself that he is capable of feeling any emotion either. The novelist\'s happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which it matters not that the actions, the feelings of this new order of creatures appear to us in the guise of truth, since we have made them our own, since it is in ourselves that they are happening, that they are holding in thrall, while we turn over, feverishly, the pages of the book, our quickened breath and staring eyes. And once the novelist has brought us to that state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes to disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid, and of a more lasting impression than those which come to us in sleep; why, then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world, a few of which, only, we should have to spend years of our actual life in getting to know, and the keenest, the most intense of which would never have been revealed to us because the slow course of their development stops our perception of them. It is the same in life; the heart changes, and that is our worst misfortune; but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next to, but distinctly less intimate a part of myself than this human element, would come the view, more or less projected before my eyes, of the country in which the action of the story was taking place, which made a far stronger impression on my mind than the other, the actual landscape which would meet my eyes when I raised them from my book. In this way, for two consecutive summers I used to sit in the heat of our Combray garden, sick with a longing inspired by the book I was then reading for a land of mountains and rivers, where I could see an endless vista of sawmills, where beneath the limpid currents fragments of wood lay mouldering in beds of watercress; and nearby, rambling and clustering along low walls, purple flowers and red. And since there was always lurking in my mind the dream of a woman who would enrich me with her love, that dream in those two summers used to be quickened with the freshness and coolness of running water; and whoever she might be, the woman whose image I called to mind, purple flowers and red would at once spring up on either side of her like complementary colours.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was not only because an image of which we dream remains for ever distinguished, is adorned and enriched by the association of colours not its own which may happen to surround it in our mental picture; for the scenes in the books I read were to me not merely scenery more vividly portrayed by my imagination than any which Combray could spread before my eyes but otherwise of the same kind. Because of the selection that the author had made of them, because of the spirit of faith in which my mind would exceed and anticipate his printed word, as it might be interpreting a revelation, these scenes used to give me the impression—one which I hardly ever derived from any place in which I might happen to be, and never from our garden, that undistinguished product of the strictly conventional fantasy of the gardener whom my grandmother so despised—of their being actually part of Nature herself, and worthy to be studied and explored.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Had my parents allowed me, when I read a book, to pay a visit to the country it described, I should have felt that I was making an enormous advance towards the ultimate conquest of truth. For even if we have the sensation of being always enveloped in, surrounded by our own soul, still it does not seem a fixed and immovable prison; rather do we seem to be borne away with it, and perpetually struggling to pass beyond it, to break out into the world, with a perpetual discouragement as we hear endlessly, all around us, that unvarying sound which is no echo from without, but the resonance of a vibration from within. We try to discover in things, endeared to us on that account, the spiritual glamour which we ourselves have cast upon them; we are disillusioned, and learn that they are in themselves barren and devoid of the charm which they owed, in our minds, to the association of certain ideas; sometimes we mobilise all our spiritual forces in a glittering array so as to influence and subjugate other human beings who, as we very well know, are situated outside ourselves, where we can never reach them. And so, if I always imagined the woman I loved as in a setting of whatever places I most longed, at the time, to visit; if in my secret longings it was she who attracted me to them, who opened to me the gate of an unknown world, that was not by the mere hazard of a simple association of thoughts; no, it was because my dreams of travel and of love were only moments—which I isolate artificially to-day as though I were cutting sections, at different heights, in a jet of water, rainbow-flashing but seemingly without flow or motion—were only drops in a single, undeviating, irresistible outrush of all the forces of my life.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, as I continue to trace the outward course of these impressions from their close-packed intimate source in my consciousness, and before I come to the horizon of reality which envelops them, I discover pleasures of another kind, those of being comfortably seated, of tasting the good scent on the air, of not being disturbed by any visitor; and, when an hour chimed from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire, of watching what was already spent of the afternoon fall drop by drop until I heard the last stroke which enabled me to add up the total sum, after which the silence that followed seemed to herald the beginning, in the blue sky above me, of that long part of the day still allowed me for reading, until the good dinner which Françoise was even now preparing should come to strengthen and refresh me after the strenuous pursuit of its hero through the pages of my book. And, as each hour struck, it would seem to me that a few seconds only had passed since the hour before; the latest would inscribe itself, close to its predecessor, on the sky\'s surface, and I would be unable to believe that sixty minutes could be squeezed into the tiny arc of blue which was comprised between their two golden figures. Sometimes it would even happen that this precocious hour would sound two strokes more than the last; there must then have been an hour which I had not heard strike; something which had taken place had not taken place for me; the fascination of my book, a magic as potent as the deepest slumber, had stopped my enchanted ears and had obliterated the sound of that golden bell from the azure surface of the enveloping silence. Sweet Sunday afternoons beneath the chestnut-tree in our Combray garden, from which I was careful to eliminate every commonplace incident of my actual life, replacing them by a career of strange adventures and ambitions in a land watered by living streams, you still recall those adventures and ambitions to my mind when I think of you, and you embody and preserve them by virtue of having little by little drawn round and enclosed them while I went on with my book and the heat of the day declined in the gradual crystallisation, slowly altering in form and dappled with a pattern of chestnut-leaves, of your silent, sonorous, fragrant, limpid hours.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes I would be torn from my book, in the middle of the afternoon, by the gardener\'s daughter, who came running like a mad thing, overturning an orange-tree in its tub, cutting a finger, breaking a tooth, and screaming out ""They\'re coming, they\'re coming!"" so that Françoise and I should run too and not miss anything of the show. That was on days when the cavalry stationed in Combray went out for some military exercise, going as a rule by the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde. While our servants, sitting in a row on their chairs outside the garden railings, stared at the people of Combray taking their Sunday walks and were stared at in return, the gardener\'s daughter, through the gap which there was between two houses far away in the Avenue de la Gare, would have spied the glitter of helmets. The servants then hurried in with their chairs, for when the troopers filed through the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde they filled it from side to side, and their jostling horses scraped against the walls of the houses, covering and drowning the pavements like banks which present too narrow a channel to a river in flood.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Poor children,"" Françoise would exclaim, in tears almost before she had reached the railings; ""poor boys, to be mown down like grass in a meadow. It\'s just shocking to think of,"" she would go on, laying a hand over her heart, where presumably she had felt the shock.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""A fine sight, isn\'t it, Mme. Françoise, all these young fellows not caring two straws for their lives?"" the gardener would ask, just to \'draw\' her. And he would not have spoken in vain.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Not caring for their lives, is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it\'s not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time? Oh dear, oh dear; you\'re right all the same; it\'s quite true, they don\'t care! I can remember them in \'70; in those wretched wars they\'ve no fear of death left in them; they\'re nothing more nor less than madmen; and then they aren\'t worth the price of a rope to hang them with; they\'re not men any more, they\'re lions."" For by her way of thinking, to compare a man with a lion, which she used to pronounce \'lie-on,\' was not at all complimentary to the man.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Rue Sainte-Hildegarde turned too sharply for us to be able to see people approaching at any distance, and it was only through the gap between those two houses in the Avenue de la Gare that we could still make out fresh helmets racing along towards us, and flashing in the sunlight. The gardener wanted to know whether there were still many to come, and he was thirsty besides, with the sun beating down upon his head. So then, suddenly, his daughter would leap out, as though from a beleaguered city, would make a sortie, turn the street corner, and, having risked her life a hundred times over, reappear and bring us, with a jug of liquorice-water, the news that there were still at least a thousand of them, pouring along without a break from the direction of Thiberzy and Méséglise. Françoise and the gardener, having \'made up\' their difference, would discuss the line to be followed in case of war.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Don\'t you see, Françoise,"" he would say. ""Revolution would be better, because then no one would need to join in unless he liked.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, yes, I can see that, certainly; it\'s more straightforward.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The gardener believed that, as soon as war was declared, they would stop all the railways.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Yes, to be sure; so that we sha\'n\'t get away,"" said Françoise.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And the gardener would assent, with ""Ay, they\'re the cunning ones,"" for he would not allow that war was anything but a kind of trick which the state attempted to play on the people, or that there was a man in the world who would not run away from it if he had the chance to do so.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Françoise would hasten back to my aunt, and I would return to my book, and the servants would take their places again outside the gate to watch the dust settle on the pavement, and the excitement caused by the passage of the soldiers subside. Long after order had been restored, an abnormal tide of humanity would continue to darken the streets of Corn-bray. And in front of every house, even of those where it was not, as a rule, \'done,\' the servants, and sometimes even the masters would sit and stare, festooning their doorsteps with a dark, irregular fringe, like the border of shells and sea-weed which a stronger tide than usual leaves on the beach, as though trimming it with embroidered crape, when the sea itself has retreated.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Except on such days as these, however, I would as a rule be left to read in peace. But the interruption which a visit from Swann once made, and the commentary which he then supplied to the course of my reading, which had brought me to the work of an author quite new to me, called Bergotte, had this definite result that for a long time afterwards it was not against a wall gay with spikes of purple blossom, but on a wholly different background, the porch of a gothic cathedral, that I would see outlined the figure of one of the women of whom I dreamed.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had heard Bergotte spoken of, for the first time, by a friend older than myself, for whom I had a strong admiration, a precious youth of the name of Bloch. Hearing me confess my love of the Nuit d\'Octobre, he had burst out in a bray of laughter, like a bugle-call, and told me, by way of warning: ""You must conquer your vile taste for A. de Musset, Esquire. He is a bad egg, one of the very worst, a pretty detestable specimen. I am bound to admit, natheless,"" he added graciously, ""that he, and even the man Racine, did, each of them, once in his life, compose a line which is not only fairly rhythmical, but has also what is in my eyes the supreme merit of meaning absolutely nothing. One is\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0La blanche Oloossone et la blanche Camire\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And the other\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0La fille de Minos et de Pasiphaë.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0They were submitted to my judgment, as evidence for the defence of the two runagates, in an article by my very dear master Father Lecomte, who is found pleasing in the sight of the immortal gods. By which token, here is a book which I have not the time, just now, to read, a book recommended, it would seem, by that colossal fellow. He regards, or so they tell me, its author, one Bergotte, Esquire, as a subtle scribe, more subtle, indeed, than any beast of the field; and, albeit he exhibits on occasion a critical pacifism, a tenderness in suffering fools, for which it is impossible to account, and hard to make allowance, still his word has weight with me as it were the Delphic Oracle. Read you then this lyrical prose, and, if the Titanic master-builder of rhythm who composed Bhagavat and the Lévrier de Magnus speaks not falsely, then, by Apollo, you may taste, even you, my master, the ambrosial joys of Olympus."" It was in an ostensible vein of sarcasm that he had asked me to call him, and that he himself called me, ""my master."" But, as a matter of fact, we each derived a certain amount of satisfaction from the mannerism, being still at the age in which one believes that one gives a thing real existence by giving it a name.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Unfortunately I was not able to set at rest, by further talks with Bloch, in which I might have insisted upon an explanation, the doubts he had engendered in me when he told me that fine lines of poetry from which I, if you please, expected nothing less than the revelation of truth itself were all the finer if they meant absolutely nothing. For, as it happened, Bloch was not invited to the house again. At first, he had been well received there. It is true that my grandfather made out that, whenever I formed a strong attachment to any one of my friends and brought him home with me, that friend was invariably a Jew; to which he would not have objected on principle—indeed his own friend Swann was of Jewish extraction—had he not found that the Jews whom I chose as friends were not usually of the best type. And so I was hardly ever able to bring a new friend home without my grandfather\'s humming the ""O, God of our fathers"" from La Juive, or else ""Israel, break thy chain,"" singing the tune alone, of course, to an ""um-ti-tum-ti-tum, tra-la""; but I used to be afraid of my friend\'s recognising the sound, and so being able to reconstruct the words.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Before seeing them, merely on hearing their names, about which, as often as not, there was nothing particularly Hebraic, he would divine not only the Jewish origin of such of my friends as might indeed be of the chosen people, but even some dark secret which was hidden in their family.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""And what do they call your friend who is coming this evening?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Dumont, grandpapa.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Dumont! Oh, I\'m frightened of Dumont.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And he would sing:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Archers, be on your guard!\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Watch without rest, without sound.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, after a few adroit questions on points of detail, he would call out ""On guard! on guard,"" or, if it were the victim himself who had already arrived, and had been obliged, unconsciously, by my grandfather\'s subtle examination, to admit his origin, then my grandfather, to shew us that he had no longer any doubts, would merely look at us, humming almost inaudibly the air of\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 What! do you hither guide the feet\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Of this timid Israelite?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Or of\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Sweet vale of Hebron, dear paternal fields\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Or, perhaps, of\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Yes, I am of the chosen race\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0These little eccentricities on my grandfather\'s part implied no ill-will whatsoever towards my friends. But Bloch had displeased my family for other reasons. He had begun by annoying my father, who, seeing him come in with wet clothes, had asked him with keen interest:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Why, M. Bloch, is there a change in the weather; has it been raining? I can\'t understand it; the barometer has been \'set fair.\'""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Which drew from Bloch nothing more instructive than ""Sir, I am absolutely incapable of telling you whether it has rained. I live so resolutely apart from physical contingencies that my senses no longer trouble to inform me of them.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""My poor boy,"" said my father after Bloch had gone, ""your friend is out of his mind. Why, he couldn\'t even tell me what the weather was like. As if there could be anything more interesting! He is an imbecile.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next, Bloch had displeased my grandmother because, after luncheon, when she complained of not feeling very well, he had stifled a sob and wiped the tears from his eyes.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""You cannot imagine that he is sincere,"" she observed to me. ""Why he doesn\'t know me. Unless he\'s mad, of course.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And finally he had upset the whole household when he arrived an hour and a half late for luncheon and covered with mud from head to foot, and made not the least apology, saying merely: ""I never allow myself to be influenced in the smallest degree either by atmospheric disturbances or by the arbitrary divisions of what is known as Time. I would willingly reintroduce to society the opium pipe of China or the Malayan kriss, but I am wholly and entirely without instruction in those infinitely more pernicious besides being quite bleakly bourgeois implements, the umbrella and the watch.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In spite of all this he would still have been received at Combray. He was, of course, hardly the friend my parents would have chosen for me; they had, in the end, decided that the tears which he had shed on hearing of my grandmother\'s illness were genuine enough; but they knew, either instinctively or from their own experience, that our early impulsive emotions have but little influence over our later actions and the conduct of our lives; and that regard for moral obligations, loyalty to our friends, patience in finishing our work, obedience to a rule of life, have a surer foundation in habits solidly formed and blindly followed than in these momentary transports, ardent but sterile. They would have preferred to Bloch, as companions for myself, boys who would have given me no more than it is proper, by all the laws of middle-class morality, for boys to give one another, who would not unexpectedly send me a basket of fruit because they happened, that morning, to have thought of me with affection, but who, since they were incapable of inclining in my favour, by any single impulse of their imagination and emotions, the exact balance of the duties and claims of friendship, were as incapable of loading the scales to my prejudice. Even the injuries we do them will not easily divert from the path of their duty towards us those conventional natures of which my great-aunt furnished a type: who, after quarrelling for years with a niece, to whom she never spoke again, yet made no change in the will in which she had left that niece the whole of her fortune, because she was her next-of-kin, and it was the \'proper thing\' to do.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But I was fond of Bloch; my parents wished me to be happy; and the insoluble problems which I set myself on such texts as the \'absolutely meaningless\' beauty of La fille de Minos et de Pasiphaëtired me more and made me more unwell than I should have been after further talks with him, unwholesome as those talks might seem to my mother\'s mind. And he would still have been received at Combray but for one thing. That same night, after dinner, having informed me a piece of news which had a great influence on my later life, making it happier at one time and then more unhappy that no woman ever thought of anything but love, and that there was not one of them whose resistance a man could not overcome, he had gone on to assure me that he had heard it said on unimpeachable authority that my great-aunt herself had led a \'gay\' life in her younger days, and had been notoriously \'kept.\' I could not refrain from passing on so important a piece of information to my parents; the next time Bloch called he was not admitted, and afterwards, when I met him in the street, he greeted me with extreme coldness.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But in the matter of Bergotte he had spoken truly.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For the first few days, like a tune which will be running in one\'s head and maddening one soon enough, but of which one has not for the moment \'got hold,\' the things I was to love so passionately in Bergotte\'s style had not yet caught my eye. I could not, it is true, lay down the novel of his which I was reading, but I fancied that I was interested in the story alone, as in the first dawn of love, when we go every day to meet a woman at some party or entertainment by the charm of which we imagine it is that we are attracted. Then I observed the rare, almost archaic phrases which he liked to employ at certain points, where a hidden flow of harmony, a prelude contained and concealed in the work itself would animate and elevate his style; and it was at such points as these, too, that he would begin to speak of the ""vain dream of life,"" of the ""inexhaustible torrent of fair forms,"" of the ""sterile, splendid torture of understanding and loving,"" of the ""moving effigies which ennoble for all time the charming and venerable fronts of our cathedrals""; that he would express a whole system of philosophy, new to me, by the use of marvellous imagery, to the inspiration of which I would naturally have ascribed that sound of harping which began to chime and echo in my ears, an accompaniment to which that imagery added something ethereal and sublime. One of these passages of Bergotte, the third or fourth which I had detached from the rest, filled me with a joy to which the meagre joy I had tasted in the first passage bore no comparison, a joy which I felt myself to have experienced in some innermost chamber of my soul, deep, undivided, vast, from which all obstructions and partitions seemed to have been swept away. For what had happened was that, while I recognised in this passage the same taste for uncommon phrases, the same bursts of music, the same idealist philosophy which had been present in the earlier passages without my having taken them into account as the source of my pleasure, I now no longer had the impression of being confronted by a particular passage in one of Bergotte\'s works, which traced a purely bi-dimensional figure in outline upon the surface of my mind, but rather of the \'ideal passage\' of Bergotte, common to every one of his books, and to which all the earlier, similar passages, now becoming merged in it, had added a kind of density and volume, by which my own understanding seemed to be enlarged.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was by no means Bergotte\'s sole admirer; he was the favourite writer also of a friend of my mother\'s, a highly literary lady; while Dr. du Boulbon had kept all his patients waiting until he finished Bergotte\'s latest volume; and it was from his consulting room, and from a house in a park near Combray that some of the first seeds were scattered of that taste for Bergotte, a rare-growth in those days, but now so universally acclimatised that one finds it flowering everywhere throughout Europe and America, and even in the tiniest villages, rare still in its refinement, but in that alone. What my mother\'s friend, and, it would seem, what Dr. du Boulbon liked above all in the writings of Bergotte was just what I liked, the same flow of melody, the same old-fashioned phrases, and certain others, quite simple and familiar, but so placed by him, in such prominence, as to hint at a particular quality of taste on his part; and also, in the sad parts of his books, a sort of roughness, a tone that was almost harsh. And he himself, no doubt, realised that these were his principal attractions. For in his later books, if he had hit upon some great truth, or upon the name of an historic cathedral, he would break off his narrative, and in an invocation, an apostrophe, a lengthy prayer, would give a free outlet to that effluence which, in the earlier volumes, remained buried beneath the form of his prose, discernible only in a rippling of its surface, and perhaps even more delightful, more harmonious when it was thus veiled from the eye, when the reader could give no precise indication of where the murmur of the current began, or of where it died away. These passages in which he delighted were our favourites also. For my own part I knew all of them by heart. I felt even disappointed when he resumed the thread of his narrative. Whenever he spoke of something whose beauty had until then remained hidden from me, of pine-forests or of hailstorms, of Notre-Dame de Paris, of Athalie, or of Phèdre, by some piece of imagery he would make their beauty explode and drench me with its essence. And so, dimly realising that the universe contained innumerable elements which my feeble senses would be powerless to discern, did he not bring them within my reach, I wished that I might have his opinion, some metaphor of his, upon everything in the world, and especially upon such things as I might have an opportunity, some day, of seeing for myself; and among such things, more particularly still upon some of the historic buildings of France, upon certain views of the sea, because the emphasis with which, in his books, he referred to these shewed that he regarded them as rich in significance and beauty. But, alas, upon almost everything in the world his opinion was unknown to me. I had no doubt that it would differ entirely from my own, since his came down from an unknown sphere towards which I was striving to raise myself; convinced that my thoughts would have seemed pure foolishness to that perfected spirit, I had so completely obliterated them all that, if I happened to find in one of his books something which had already occurred to my own mind, my heart would swell with gratitude and pride as though some deity had, in his infinite bounty, restored it to me, had pronounced it to be beautiful and right. It happened now and then that a page of Bergotte would express precisely those ideas which I used often at night, when I was unable to sleep, to write to my grandmother and mother, and so concisely and well that his page had the appearance of a collection of mottoes for me to set at the head of my letters. And so too, in later years, when I began to compose a book of my own, and the quality of some of my sentences seemed so inadequate that I could not make up my mind to go on with the undertaking, I would find the equivalent of my sentences in Bergotte\'s. But it was only then, when I read them in his pages, that I could enjoy them; when it was I myself who composed them, in my anxiety that they should exactly reproduce what I seemed to have detected in my mind, and in my fear of their not turning out \'true to life,\' I had no time to ask myself whether what I was writing would be pleasant to read! But indeed there was no kind of language, no kind of ideas which I really liked, except these. My feverish and unsatisfactory attempts were themselves a token of my love, a love which brought me no pleasure, but was, for all that, intense and deep. And so, when I came suddenly upon similar phrases in the writings of another, that is to say stripped of their familiar accompaniment of scruples and repressions and self-tormentings, I was free to indulge to the full my own appetite for such things, just as a cook who, once in a while, has no dinner to prepare for other people, can then find time to gormandise himself. And so, when I had found, one day, in a book by Bergotte, some joke about an old family servant, to which his solemn and magnificent style added a great deal of irony, but which was in principle what I had often said to my grandmother about Françoise, and when, another time, I had discovered that he thought not unworthy of reflection in one of those mirrors of absolute Truth which were his writings, a remark similar to one which I had had occasion to make on our friend M. Legrandin and, moreover, my remarks on Françoise and M. Legrandin were among those which I would most resolutely have sacrificed for Bergotte\'s sake, in the belief that he would find them quite without interest; then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the Realms of Truth were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they were actually in contact; and in my new-found confidence and joy I wept upon his printed page, as in the arms of a long-lost father.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0From his books I had formed an impression of Bergotte as a frail and disappointed old man, who had lost his children, and had never found any consolation. And so I would read, or rather sing his sentences in my brain, with rather more dolce, rather more lento than he himself had, perhaps, intended, and his simplest phrase would strike my ears with something peculiarly gentle and loving in its intonation. More than anything else in the world I cherished his philosophy, and had pledged myself to it in lifelong devotion. It made me impatient to reach the age when I should be eligible to attend the class at school called \'Philosophy.\' I did not wish to learn or do anything else there, but simply to exist and be guided entirely by the mind of Bergotte, and, if I had been told then that the metaphysicians whom I was actually to follow there resembled him in nothing, I should have been struck down by the despair a young lover feels who has sworn lifelong fidelity, when a friend speaks to him of the other mistresses he will have in time to come.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One Sunday, while I was reading in the garden, I was interrupted by Swann, who had come to call upon my parents.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""What are you reading? May I look? Why, it\'s Bergotte! Who has been telling you about him?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I replied that Bloch was responsible.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, yes, that boy I saw here once, who looks so like the Bellini portrait of Mahomet II. It\'s an astonishing likeness; he has the same arched eyebrows and hooked nose and prominent cheekbones. When his beard comes he\'ll be Mahomet himself. Anyhow he has good taste, for Bergotte is a charming creature."" And seeing how much I seemed to admire Bergotte, Swann, who never spoke at all about the people he knew, made an exception in my favour and said: ""I know him well; if you would like him to write a few words on the title-page of your book I could ask him for you.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I dared not accept such an offer, but bombarded Swann with questions about his friend. ""Can you tell me, please, who is his favourite actor?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Actor? No, I can\'t say. But I do know this: there\'s not a man on the stage whom he thinks equal to Berma; he puts her above everyone. Have you seen her?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, sir, my parents do not allow me to go to the theatre.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""That is a pity. You should insist. Berma in Phèdre, in the Cid; well, she\'s only an actress, if you like, but you know that I don\'t believe very much in the \'hierarchy\' of the arts."" As he spoke I noticed, what had often struck me before in his conversations with my grandmother\'s sisters, that whenever he spoke of serious matters, whenever he used an expression which seemed to imply a definite opinion upon some important subject, he would take care to isolate, to sterilise it by using a special intonation, mechanical and ironic, as though he had put the phrase or word between inverted commas, and was anxious to disclaim any personal responsibility for it; as who should say ""the \'hierarchy,\' don\'t you know, as silly people call it."" But then, if it was so absurd, why did he say the \'hierarchy\'? A moment later he went on: ""Her acting will give you as noble an inspiration as any masterpiece of art in the world, as—oh, I don\'t know—"" and he began to laugh, ""shall we say the Queens of Chartres?"" Until then I had supposed that his horror of having to give a serious opinion was something Parisian and refined, in contrast to the provincial dogmatism of my grandmother\'s sisters; and I had imagined also that it was characteristic of the mental attitude towards life of the circle in which Swann moved, where, by a natural reaction from the \'lyrical\' enthusiasms of earlier generations, an excessive importance was given to small and precise facts, formerly regarded as vulgar, and anything in the nature of \'phrase-making\' was banned. But now I found myself slightly shocked by this attitude which Swann invariably adopted when face to face with generalities. He appeared unwilling to risk even having an opinion, and to be at his ease only when he could furnish, with meticulous accuracy, some precise but unimportant detail. But in so doing he did not take into account that even here he was giving an opinion, holding a brief as they say for something, that the accuracy of his details had an importance of its own. I thought again of the dinner that night, when I had been so unhappy because Mamma would not be coming up to my room, and when he had dismissed the balls given by the Princesse de Léon as being of no importance. And yet it was to just that sort of amusement that he was devoting his life. For what other kind of existence did he reserve the duties of saying in all seriousness what he thought about things, of formulating judgments which he would not put between inverted commas; and when would he cease to give himself up to occupations of which at the same, time he made out that they were absurd? I noticed, too, in the manner in which Swann spoke to me of Bergotte, something which, to do him justice, was not peculiar to himself, but was shared by all that writer\'s admirers at that time, at least by my mother\'s friend and by Dr. du Boulbon. Like Swann, they would say of Bergotte: ""He has a charming mind, so individual, he has a way of his own of saying things, which is a little far-fetched, but so pleasant. You never need to look for his name on the title-page, you can tell his work at once."" But none of them had yet gone so far as to say ""He is a great writer, he has great talent."" They did not even credit him with talent at all. They did not speak, because they were not aware of it. We are very slow in recognising in the peculiar physiognomy of a new writer the type which is labelled \'great talent\' in our museum of general ideas. Simply because that physiognomy is new and strange, we can find in it no resemblance to what we are accustomed to call talent. We say rather originality, charm, delicacy, strength; and then one day we add up the sum of these, and find that it amounts simply to talent.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Are there any books in which Bergotte has written about Berma?"" I asked M. Swann.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I think he has, in that little essay on Racine, but it must be out of print. Still, there has perhaps been a second impression. I will find out. Anyhow, I can ask Bergotte himself all that you want to know next time he comes to dine with us. He never misses a week, from one year\'s end to another. He is my daughter\'s greatest friend. They go about together, and look at old towns and cathedrals and castles.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As I was still completely ignorant of the different grades in the social hierarchy, the fact that my father found it impossible for us to see anything of Swann\'s wife and daughter had, for a long time, had the contrary effect of making me imagine them as separated from us by an enormous gulf, which greatly enhanced their dignity and importance in my eyes. I was sorry that my mother did not dye her hair and redden her lips, as I had heard our neighbour, Mme. Sazerat, say that Mme. Swann did, to gratify not her husband but M. de Charlus; and I felt that, to her, we must be an object of scorn, which distressed me particularly on account of the daughter, such a pretty little girl, as I had heard, and one of whom I used often to dream, always imagining her with the same features and appearance, which I bestowed upon her quite arbitrarily, but with a charming effect. But from this afternoon, when I had learned that Mile. Swann was a creature living in such rare and fortunate circumstances, bathed, as in her natural element, in such a sea of privilege that, if she should ask her parents whether anyone were coming to dinner, she would be answered in those two syllables, radiant with celestial light, would hear the name of that golden guest who was to her no more than an old friend of her family, Bergotte; that for her the intimate conversation at table, corresponding to what my great-aunt\'s conversation was for me, would be the words of Bergotte upon all those subjects which he had not been able to take up in his writings, and on which I would fain have heard him utter oracles; and that, above all, when she went to visit other towns, he would be walking by her side, unrecognised and glorious, like the gods who came down, of old, from heaven to dwell among mortal men: then I realised both the rare worth of a creature such as Mile. Swann, and, at the same time, how coarse and ignorant I should appear to her; and I felt so keenly how pleasant and yet how impossible it would be for me to become her friend that I was filled at once with longing and with despair. And usually, from this time forth, when I thought of her, I would see her standing before the porch of a cathedral, explaining to me what each of the statues meant, and, with a smile which was my highest commendation, presenting me, as her friend, to Bergotte. And invariably the charm of all the fancies which the thought of cathedrals used to inspire in me, the charm of the hills and valleys of the He de France and of the plains of Normandy, would radiate brightness and beauty over the picture I had formed in my mind of Mile. Swann; nothing more remained but to know and to love her. Once we believe that a fellow-creature has a share in some unknown existence to which that creature\'s love for ourselves can win us admission, that is, of all the preliminary conditions which Love exacts, the one to which he attaches most importance, the one which makes him generous or indifferent as to the rest. Even those women who pretend that they judge a man by his exterior only, see in that exterior an emanation from some special way of life. And that is why they fall in love with a soldier or a fireman, whose uniform makes them less particular about his face; they kiss and believe that beneath the crushing breastplate there beats a heart different from the rest, more gallant, more adventurous, more tender; and so it is that a young king or a crown prince may travel in foreign countries and make the most gratifying conquests, and yet lack entirely that regular and classic profile which would be indispensable, I dare say, in an outside-broker.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0While I was reading in the garden, a thing my great-aunt would never have understood my doing save on a Sunday, that being the day on which it was unlawful to indulge in any serious occupation, and on which she herself would lay aside her sewing on a week-day she would have said, ""How you can go on amusing yourself with a book; it isn\'t Sunday, you know!"" putting into the word \'amusing\' an implication of childishness and waste of time, my aunt Léonie would be gossiping with Françoise until it was time for Eulalie to arrive. She would tell her that she had just seen Mme. Goupil go by ""without an umbrella, in the silk dress she had made for her the other day at Châteaudun. If she has far to go before vespers, she may get it properly soaked.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Very likely"" which meant also ""very likely not"" was the answer, for Françoise did not wish definitely to exclude the possibility of a happier alternative\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There, now,"" went on my aunt, beating her brow, ""that reminds me that I never heard if she got to church this morning before the Elevation. I must remember to ask Eulalie... Françoise, just look at that black cloud behind the steeple, and how poor the light is on the slates, you may be certain it will rain before the day is out. It couldn\'t possibly keep on like this, it\'s been too hot. And the sooner the better, for until the storm breaks my Vichy water won\'t \'go down,\'"" she concluded, since, in her mind, the desire to accelerate the digestion of her Vichy water was of infinitely greater importance than her fear of seeing Mme. Goupil\'s new dress ruined.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Very likely.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""And you know that when it rains in the Square there\'s none too much shelter."" Suddenly my aunt turned pale. ""What, three o\'clock!"" she exclaimed. ""But vespers will have begun already, and I\'ve forgotten my pepsin! Now I know why that Vichy water has been lying on my stomach."" And falling precipitately upon a prayer-book bound in purple velvet, with gilt clasps, out of which in her haste she let fall a shower of the little pictures, each in a lace fringe of yellowish paper, which she used to mark the places of the greater feasts of the church, my aunt, while she swallowed her drops, began at full speed to mutter the words of the sacred text, its meaning being slightly clouded in her brain by the uncertainty whether the pepsin, when taken so long after the Vichy, would still be able to overtake it and to \'send it down.\' ""Three o\'clock! It\'s unbelievable how time flies.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There, Françoise, what did I tell you? How it\'s coming down! But I think I heard the bell at the garden gate: go along and see who can be outside in this weather.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise went and returned. ""It\'s Mme. Amédée"" my grandmother. ""She said she was going for a walk. It\'s raining hard, all the same.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I\'m not at all surprised,"" said my aunt, looking up towards the sky. ""I\'ve always said that she was not in the least like other people. Well, I\'m glad it\'s she and not myself who\'s outside in all this.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Mme. Amédée is always the exact opposite of the rest,"" said Françoise, not unkindly, refraining until she should be alone with the other servants from stating her belief that my grandmother was \'a bit off her head.\'\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There\'s Benediction over! Eulalie will never come now,"" sighed my aunt. ""It will be the weather that\'s frightened her away.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But it\'s not five o\'clock yet, Mme. Octave, it\'s only half-past four.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Only half-past four! And here am I, obliged to draw back the small curtains, just to get a tiny streak of daylight. At half-past four! Only a week before the Rogation-days. Ah, my poor Françoise, the dear Lord must be sorely vexed with us. The world is going too far in these days. As my poor Octave used to say, we have forgotten God too often, and He is taking vengeance upon us.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A bright flush animated my aunt\'s cheeks; it was Eulalie. As ill luck would have it, scarcely had she been admitted to the presence when Françoise reappeared and, with a smile which was meant to indicate her full participation in the pleasure which, she had no doubt, her tidings would give my aunt, articulating each syllable so as to shew that, in spite of her having to translate them into indirect speech, she was repeating, as a good servant should, the very words which the new visitor had condescended to use, said: ""His reverence the Curé would be delighted, enchanted, if Mme. Octave is not resting just now, and could see him. His reverence does not wish to disturb Mme. Octave. His reverence is downstairs; I told him to go into the parlour.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Had the truth been known, the Curé\'s visits gave my aunt no such ecstatic pleasure as Françoise supposed, and the air of jubilation with which she felt bound to illuminate her face whenever she had to announce his arrival, did not altogether correspond to what was felt by her invalid. The Curé an excellent man, with whom I am sorry now that I did not converse more often, for, even if he cared nothing for the arts, he knew a great many etymologies, being in the habit of shewing distinguished visitors over his church he had even planned to compile a history of the Parish of Com-bray, used to weary her with his endless explanations, which, incidentally, never varied in the least degree. But when his visit synchronized exactly with Eulalie\'s it became frankly distasteful to my aunt. She would have preferred to make the most of Eulalie, and not to have had the whole of her circle about her at one time. But she dared not send the Curé away, and had to content herself with making a sign to Eulalie not to leave when he did, so that she might have her to herself for a little after he had gone.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""What is this I have been hearing, Father, that a painter has set up his easel in your church, and is copying one of the windows? Old as I am, I can safely say that I have never even heard of such a thing in all my life! What is the world coming to next, I wonder! And the ugliest thing in the whole church, too.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I will not go so far as to say that it is quite the ugliest, for, although there are certain things in Saint-Hilaire which are well worth a visit, there are others that are very old now, in my poor basilica, the only one in all the diocese that has never even been restored. The Lord knows, our porch is dirty and out of date; still, it is of a majestic character; take, for instance, the Esther tapestries, though personally I would not give a brass farthing for the pair of them, but experts put them next after the ones at Sens. I can quite see, too, that apart from certain details which are—well, a trifle realistic, they shew features which testify to a genuine power of observation. But don\'t talk to me about the windows. Is it common sense, I ask you, to leave up windows which shut out all the daylight, and even confuse the eyes by throwing patches of colour, to which I should be hard put to it to give a name, on a floor in which there are not two slabs on the same level? And yet they refuse to renew the floor for me because, if you please, those are the tombstones of the Abbots of Combray and the Lords of Guermantes, the old Counts, you know, of Brabant, direct ancestors of the present Duc de Guermantes, and of his Duchesse also, since she was a lady of the Guermantes family, and married her cousin."" My grandmother, whose steady refusal to take any interest in \'persons\' had ended in her confusing all their names and titles, whenever anyone mentioned the Duchesse de Guermantes used to make out that she must be related to Mme. de Villeparisis. The whole family would then burst out laughing; and she would attempt to justify herself by harking back to some invitation to a christening or funeral: ""I feel sure that there was a Guermantes in it somewhere."" And for once I would side with the others, and against her, refusing to admit that there could be any connection between her school-friend and the descendant of Geneviève de Brabant.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Look at Roussainville,"" the Curé went on. ""It is nothing more nowadays than a parish of farmers, though in olden times the place must have had a considerable importance from its trade in felt hats and clocks. I am not certain, by the way, of the etymology of Roussainville. I should dearly like to think that the name was originally Rouville, from Radulfi villa, analogous, don\'t you see, to Châteauroux,Castrum Radulfi, but we will talk about that some other time. Very well; the church there has superb windows, almost all quite modern, including that most imposing \'Entry of Louis-Philippe into Combray\' which would be more in keeping, surely, at Combray itself, and which is every bit as good, I understand, as the famous^windows at Chartres. Only yesterday I met Dr. Percepied\'s brother, who goes in for these things, and he told me that he looked upon it as a most beautiful piece of work. But, as I said to this artist, who, by the way, seems to be a most civil fellow, and is a regular virtuoso, it appears, with his brush; what on earth, I said to him, do you find so extraordinary in this window, which is, if anything, a little dingier than the rest?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I am sure that if you were to ask his Lordship,"" said my aunt in a resigned tone, for she had begun to feel that she was going to be \'tired,\' ""he would never refuse you a new window.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""You may depend upon it, Mme. Octave,"" replied the Curé. ""Why, it was just his Lordship himself who started the outcry about the window, by proving that it represented Gilbert the Bad, a Lord of Guermantes and a direct descendant of Geneviève de Brabant, who was a daughter of the House of Guermantes, receiving absolution from Saint Hilaire.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But I don\'t see where Saint Hilaire comes in.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Why yes, have you never noticed, in the corner of the window, a lady in a yellow robe? Very well, that is Saint Hilaire, who is also known, you will remember, in certain parts of the country as Saint Illiers, Saint Hèlier, and even, in the Jura, Saint Ylie. But these various corruptions of Sanctus Hilarius are by no means the most curious that have occurred in the names of the blessed Saints. Take, for example, my good Eulalie, the case of your own patron, Sancta Eulalia; do you know what she has become in Burgundy? Saint Eloi, nothing more nor less! The lady has become a gentleman. Do you hear that, Eulalie, after you are dead they will make a man of you!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Father will always have his joke.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Gilbert\'s brother, Charles the Stammerer, was a pious prince, but, having early in life lost his father, Pepin the Mad, who died as a result of his mental infirmity, he wielded the supreme power with all the arrogance of a man who has not been subjected to discipline in his youth, so much so that, whenever he saw a man in a town whose face he did not remember, he would massacre the whole place, to the last inhabitant. Gilbert, wishing to be avenged on Charles, caused the church at Combray to be burned down, the original church, that was, which Théodebert, when he and his court left the country residence he had near here, at Thiberzy which is, of course, Theodeberiacus, to go out and fight the Burgundians, had promised to build over the tomb of Saint Hilaire if the Saint brought him; victory. Nothing remains of it now but the crypt, into which Théodore has probably taken you, for Gilbert burned all the rest. Finally, he defeated the unlucky Charles with the aid of William"" which the Curé pronounced ""Will\'am"" ""the Conqueror, which is why so many English still come to visit the place. But he does not appear to have managed to win the affection of the people of Combray, for they fell upon him as he was coming out from mass, and cut off his head. Théodore has a little book, that he lends people, which tells you the whole story.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But what is unquestionably the most remarkable thing about our church is the view from the belfry, which is full of grandeur. Certainly in your case, since you are not very strong, I should never recommend you: to climb our seven and ninety steps, just half the number they have in the famous cathedral at Milan. It is quite tiring enough for the most active person, especially as you have to go on your hands and knees, if you don\'t wish to crack your skull, and you collect all the cobwebs off the staircase upon your clothes. In any case you should be well wrapped up,"" he went on, without noticing my aunt\'s fury at the mere suggestion that she could ever, possibly, be capable of climbing into his belfry, ""for there\'s a strong breeze there, once you get to the top. Some people even assure me that they have felt the chill of death up there. No matter, on Sundays there are always clubs and societies, who come, some of them, long distances to admire our beautiful panorama, and they always go home charmed. Wait now, next Sunday, if the weather holds, you will be sure to find a lot of people there, for Rogation-tide. You must admit, certainly, that the view from up there is like a fairy-tale, with what you might call vistas along the plain, which have quite a special charm of their own. On a clear day you can see as far as Verneuil. And then another thing; you can see at the same time places which you are in the habit of seeing one without the other, as, for instance, the course of the Vivonne and the ditches at Saint-Assise-lès-Combray, which are separated, really, by a screen of tall trees; or, to take another example, there are all the canals at Jouy-le-Vicomte, which is Gaudiacus vicecomitis, as of course you know. Each time that I have been to Jouy I have seen a bit of a canal in one place, and then I have turned a corner and seen another, but when I saw the second I could no longer see the first. I tried in vain to imagine how they lay by one another; it was no good. But, from the top of Saint-Hilaire, it\'s quite another matter; the whole countryside is spread out before you like a map. Only, you cannot make out the water; you would say that there were great rifts in the town, slicing it up so neatly that it looks like a loaf of bread which still holds together after it has been cut up. To get it all quite perfect you would have to be in both places at once; up here on the top of Saint-Hilaire and down there at Jouy-le-Vicomte.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Curé had so much exhausted my aunt that no sooner had he gone than she was obliged to send away Eulalie also\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Here, my poor Eulalie,"" she said in a feeble voice, drawing a coin from a small purse which lay ready to her hand. ""This is just something so that you shall not forget me in your prayers.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, but, Mme. Octave, I don\'t think I ought to; you know very well that I don\'t come here for that!"" So Eulalie would answer, with the same hesitation and the same embarrassment, every Sunday, as though each temptation were the first, and with a look of displeasure which enlivened my aunt and never offended her, for if it so happened that Eulalie, when she took the money, looked a little less sulky than usual, my aunt would remark afterwards, ""I cannot think what has come over Eulalie; I gave her just the trifle I always give, and she did not look at all pleased.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I don\'t think she has very much to complain of, all the same,"" Françoise would sigh grimly, for she had a tendency to regard as petty cash all that my aunt might give her for herself or her children, and as treasure riotously squandered on a pampered and ungrateful darling the little coins slipped, Sunday by Sunday, into Eulalie\'s hand, but so discreetly passed that Françoise never managed to see them. It was not that she wanted to have for herself the money my aunt bestowed on Eulalie. She already enjoyed a sufficiency of all that my aunt possessed, in the knowledge that the wealth of the mistress automatically ennobled and glorified the maid in the eyes of the world; and that she herself was conspicuous and worthy to be praised throughout Combray, Jouy-le-Vicomte, and other cities of men, on account of my aunt\'s many farms, her frequent and prolonged visits from the Curé, and the astonishing number of bottles of Vichy water which she consumed. Françoise was avaricious only for my aunt; had she had control over my aunt\'s fortune which would have more than satisfied her highest ambition she would have guarded it from the assaults of strangers with a maternal ferocity. She would, however, have seen no great harm in what my aunt, whom she knew to be incurably generous, allowed herself to give away, had she given only to those who were already rich. Perhaps she felt that such persons, not being actually in need of my aunt\'s presents, could not be suspected of simulating affection for her on that account. Besides, presents offered to persons of great wealth and position, such as Mme. Sazerat, M. Swann, M. Legrandin and Mme. Goupil, to persons of the \'same class\' as my aunt, and who would naturally \'mix with her,\' seemed to Françoise to be included among the ornamental customs of that strange and brilliant life led by rich people, who hunted and shot, gave balls and paid visits, a life which she would contemplate with an admiring smile. But it was by no means the same thing if, for this princely exchange of courtesies, my aunt substituted mere charity, if her beneficiaries were of the class which Françoise would label ""people like myself,"" or ""people no better than myself,"" people whom she despised even more if they did not address her always as ""Mme. Françoise,"" just to shew that they considered themselves to be \'not as good.\' And when she saw that, despite all her warnings, my aunt continued to do exactly as she pleased, and to fling money away with both hands or so, at least, Françoise believed on undeserving objects, she began to find that the presents she herself received from my aunt were very tiny compared to the imaginary riches squandered upon Eulalie, There was not, in the neighbourhood of Combray, a farm of such prosperity and importance that Françoise doubted Eulalie\'s ability to buy it, without thinking twice, out of the capital which her visits to my aunt had \'brought in.\' It must be added that Eulalie had formed an exactly similar estimate of the vast and secret hoards of Françoise. So, every Sunday, after Eulalie had gone, Françoise would mercilessly prophesy her coming downfall. She hated Eulalie, but was at the same time afraid of her, and so felt bound, when Eulalie was there, to \'look pleasant.\' But she would make up for that after the other\'s departure; never, it is true, alluding to her by name, but hinting at her in Sibylline oracles, or in utterances of a comprehensive character, like those of Ecclesiastes, the Preacher, but so worded that their special application could not escape my aunt. After peering out at the side of the curtain to see whether Eulalie had shut the front-door behind her; ""Flatterers know how to make themselves welcome, and to gather up the crumbs; but have patience, have patience; our God is a jealous God, and one fine day He will be avenged upon them!"" she would declaim, with the sidelong, insinuating glance of Joash, thinking of Athaliah alone when he says that the\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 prosperity\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Of wicked men runs like a torrent past\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0And soon is spent\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But on this memorable afternoon, when the Curé had come as well, and by his interminable visit had drained my aunt\'s strength, Françoise followed Eulalie from the room, saying: ""Mme. Octave, I will leave you to rest; you look utterly tired out.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And my aunt answered her not a word, breathing a sigh so faint that it seemed it must prove her last, and lying there with closed eyes, as though already dead. But hardly had Françoise arrived downstairs, when four peals of a bell, pulled with the utmost violence, reverberated through the house, and my aunt, sitting erect upon her bed, called out: ""Has Eulalie gone yet? Would you believe it; I forgot to ask her whether Mme. Goupil arrived in church before the Elevation. Run after her, quick!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Françoise returned alone, having failed to overtake Eulalie. ""It is most provoking,"" said my aunt, shaking her head. ""The one important thing that I had to ask her.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In this way life went by for my aunt Léonie, always the same, in the gentle uniformity of what she called, with a pretence of deprecation but with a deep tenderness, her \'little jog-trot.\' Respected by all and sundry, not merely in her own house, where every one of us, having learned the futility of recommending any healthier mode of life, had become gradually resigned to its observance, but in the village as well, where, three streets away, a tradesman who had to hammer nails into a packing-case would send first to Françoise to make sure that my aunt was not \'resting\'—her \'little jog-trot\' was, none the less, brutally disturbed on one occasion in this same year. Like a fruit hidden among its leaves, which has grown and ripened unobserved by man, until it falls of its own accord, there came upon us one night the kitchen-maid\'s confinement. Her pains were unbearable, and, as there was no midwife in Combray, Françoise had to set off before dawn to fetch one from Thiberzy. My aunt was unable to \'rest,\' owing to the cries of the girl, and as Françoise, though the distance was nothing, was very late in returning, her services were greatly missed. And so, in the course of the morning, my mother said to me: ""Run upstairs, and see if your aunt wants anything.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I went into the first of her two rooms, and through the open door of the other saw my aunt lying on her side, asleep. I could hear her breathing, in what was almost distinguishable as a snore. I was just going to slip away when something, probably the sound of my entry, interrupted her sleep, and made it \'change speed,\' as they say of motorcars nowadays, for the music of her snore broke off for a second and began again on a lower note; then she awoke, and half turned her face, which I could see for the first time; a kind of horror was imprinted on it; plainly she had just escaped from some terrifying dream. She could not see me from where she was lying, and I stood there not knowing whether I ought to go forward or to retire; but all at once she seemed to return to a sense of reality, and to grasp the falsehood of the visions that had terrified her; a smile of joy, a pious act of thanksgiving to God, Who is pleased to grant that life shall be less cruel than our dreams, feebly illumined her face, and, with the habit she had formed of speaking to herself, half-aloud, when she thought herself alone, she murmured: ""The Lord be praised! We have nothing to disturb us here but the kitchen-maid\'s baby. And I\'ve been dreaming that my poor Octave had come back to life, and was trying to make me take a walk every day!"" She stretched out a hand towards her rosary, which was lying on the small table, but sleep was once again getting the mastery, and did not leave her the strength to reach it; she fell asleep, calm and contented, and I crept out of the room on tiptoe, without either her or anyone\'s else ever knowing, from that day to this, what I had seen and heard\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When I say that, apart from such rare happenings as this confinement, my aunt\'s \'little jog-trot\' never underwent any variation, I do not include those variations which, repeated at regular intervals and in identical form, did no more, really, than print a sort of uniform pattern upon the greater uniformity of her life. So, for instance, every Saturday, as Françoise had to go in the afternoon to market at Roussainville-le-Pin, the whole household would have to have luncheon an hour earlier. And my aunt had so thoroughly acquired the habit of this weekly exception to her general habits, that she clung to it as much as to the rest. She was so well \'routined\' to it, as Françoise would say, that if, on a Saturday, she had had to wait for her luncheon until the regular hour, it would have \'upset\' her as much as if she had had, on an ordinary day, to put her luncheon forward to its Saturday time. Incidentally this acceleration of luncheon gave Saturday, for all of us, an individual character, kindly and rather attractive. At the moment when, ordinarily, there was still an hour to be lived through before meal-time sounded, we would all know that in a few seconds we should see the endives make their precocious appearance, followed by the special favour of an omelette, an unmerited steak. The return of this asymmetrical Saturday was one of those petty occurrences, intra-mural, localised, almost civic, which, in uneventful lives and stable orders of society, create a kind of national unity, and become the favourite theme for conversation, for pleasantries, for anecdotes which can be embroidered as the narrator pleases; it would have provided a nucleus, ready-made, for a legendary cycle, if any of us had had the epic mind. At daybreak, before we were dressed, without rhyme or reason, save for the pleasure of proving the strength of our solidarity, we would call to one another good-humoredly, cordially, patriotically, ""Hurry up; there\'s no time to be lost; don\'t forget, it\'s Saturday!"" while my aunt, gossiping with Françoise, and reflecting that the day would be even longer than usual, would say, ""You might cook them a nice bit of veal, seeing that it\'s Saturday."" If, at half-past ten, some one absent-mindedly pulled out a watch and said, ""I say, an hour-and-a-half still before luncheon,"" everyone else would be in ecstasies over being able to retort at once: ""Why, what are you thinking about? Have you for-gotten that it\'s Saturday?"" And a quarter of an hour later we would still be laughing, and reminding ourselves to go up and tell aunt Léonie about this absurd mistake, to amuse her. The very face of the sky appeared to undergo a change. After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith, and when some one, thinking that we were late in starting for our walk, said, ""What, only two o\'clock!"" feeling the heavy throb go by him of the twin strokes from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which as a rule passed no one at that hour upon the highways, deserted for the midday meal or for the nap which follows it, or on the banks of the bright and ever-flowing stream, which even the angler had abandoned, and so slipped unaccompanied into the vacant sky, where only a few loitering clouds remained to greet them the whole family would respond in chorus: ""Why, you\'re forgetting; we had luncheon an hour earlier; you know very well it\'s Saturday.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The surprise of a \'barbarian\' for so we termed everyone who was not acquainted with Saturday\'s special customs who had called at eleven o\'clock to speak to my father, and had found us at table, was an event which used to cause Françoise as much merriment as, perhaps, anything that had ever happened in her life. And if she found it amusing that the nonplussed visitor should not have known, beforehand, that we had our luncheon an hour earlier on Saturday, it was still more irresistibly funny that my father himself fully as she sympathised, from the bottom of her heart, with the rigid chauvinism which prompted him should never have dreamed that the barbarian could fail to be aware of so simple a matter, and so had replied, with no further enlightenment of the other\'s surprise at seeing us already in the dining-room: ""You see, it\'s Saturday."" On reaching this point in the story, Françoise would pause to wipe the tears of merriment from her eyes, and then, to add to her own enjoyment, would prolong the dialogue, inventing a further reply for the visitor to whom the word \'Saturday\' had conveyed nothing. And so far from our objecting to these interpolations, we would feel that the story was not yet long enough, and would rally her with: ""Oh, but surely he said something else as well. There was more than that, the first time you told it.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My great-aunt herself would lay aside her work, and raise her head and look on at us over her glasses\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The day had yet another characteristic feature, namely, that during May we used to go out on Saturday evenings after dinner to the \'Month of Mary\' devotions\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As we were liable, there, to meet M. Vinteuil, who held very strict views on ""the deplorable untidiness of young people, which seems to be encouraged in these days,"" my mother would first see that there was nothing out of order in my appearance, and then we would set out for the church. It was in these \'Month of Mary\' services that I can remember having first fallen in love with hawthorn-blossom. The hawthorn was not merely in the church, for there, holy ground as it was, we had all of us a right of entry; but, arranged upon the altar itself, inseparable from the mysteries in whose celebration it was playing a part, it thrust in among the tapers and the sacred vessels its rows of branches, tied to one another horizontally in a stiff, festal scheme of decoration; and they were made more lovely still by the scalloped outline of the dark leaves, over which were scattered in profusion, as over a bridal train, little clusters of buds of a dazzling whiteness. Though I dared not look at them save through my fingers, I could feel that the formal scheme was composed of living things, and that it was Nature herself who, by trimming the shape of the foliage, and by adding the crowning ornament of those snowy buds, had made the decorations worthy of what was at once a public rejoicing and a solemn mystery. Higher up on the altar, a flower had opened here and there with a careless grace, holding so unconcernedly, like a final, almost vaporous bedizening, its bunch of stamens, slender as gossamer, which clouded the flower itself in a white mist, that in following these with my eyes, in trying to imitate, somewhere inside myself, the action of their blossoming, I imagined it as a swift and thoughtless movement of the head with an enticing glance from her contracted pupils, by a young girl in white, careless and alive\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. Vinteuil had come in with his daughter and had sat down beside us. He belonged to a good family, and had once been music-master to my grandmother\'s sisters; so that when, after losing his wife and inheriting some property, he had retired to the neighbourhood of Combray, we used often to invite him to our house. But with his intense prudishness he had given up coming, so as not to be obliged to meet Swann, who had made what he called ""a most unsuitable marriage, as seems to be the fashion in these days."" My mother, on hearing that he \'composed,\' told him by way of a compliment that, when she came to see him, he must play her something of his own. M. Vinteuil would have liked nothing better, but he carried politeness and consideration for others to so fine a point, always putting himself in their place, that he was afraid of boring them, or of appearing egotistical, if he carried out, or even allowed them to suspect what were his own desires. On the day when my parents had gone to pay him a visit, I had accompanied them, but they had allowed me to remain outside, and as M. Vinteuil\'s house, Montjouvain, stood on a site actually hollowed out from a steep hill covered with shrubs, among which I took cover, I had found myself on a level with his drawing-room, upstairs, and only a few feet away from its window. When a servant came in to tell him that my parents had arrived, I had seen M. Vinteuil run to the piano and lay out a sheet of music so as to catch the eye. But as soon as they entered the room he had snatched it away and hidden it in a corner. He was afraid, no doubt, of letting them suppose that he was glad to see them only because it gave him a chance of playing them some of his compositions. And every time that my mother, in the course of her visit, had returned to the subject of his playing, he had hurriedly protested: ""I cannot think who put that on the piano; it is not the proper place for it at all,"" and had turned the conversation aside to other topics, simply because those were of less interest to himself\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0His one and only passion was for his daughter, and she, with her somewhat boyish appearance, looked so robust that it was hard to restrain a smile when one saw the precautions her father used to take for her health, with spare shawls always in readiness to wrap around her shoulders. My grandmother had drawn our attention to the gentle, delicate, almost timid expression which might often be caught flitting across the face, dusted all over with freckles, of this otherwise stolid child. When she had spoken, she would at once take her own words in the sense in which her audience must have heard them, she would be alarmed at the possibility of a misunderstanding, and one would see, in clear outline, as though in a transparency, beneath the mannish face of the \'good sort\' that she was, the finer features of a young woman in tears\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, before turning to leave the church, I made a genuflection before the altar, I felt suddenly, as I rose again, a bitter-sweet fragrance of almonds steal towards me from the hawthorn-blossom, and I then noticed that on the flowers themselves were little spots of a creamier colour, in which I imagined that this fragrance must lie concealed, as the taste of an almond cake lay in the burned parts, or the sweetness of Mile. Vinteuil\'s cheeks beneath their freckles. Despite the heavy, motionless silence of the hawthorns, these gusts of fragrance came to me like the murmuring of an intense vitality, with which the whole altar was quivering like a roadside hedge explored by living antennae, of which I was reminded by seeing some stamens, almost red in colour, which seemed to have kept the springtime virulence, the irritant power of stinging insects now transmuted into flowers\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Outside the church we would stand talking for a moment with M. Vinteuil, in the porch. Boys would be chevying one another in the Square, and he would interfere, taking the side of the little ones and lecturing the big. If his daughter said, in her thick, comfortable voice, how glad she had been to see us, immediately it would seem as though some elder and more sensitive sister, latent in her, had blushed at this thoughtless, schoolboyish utterance, which had, perhaps, made us think that she was angling for an invitation to the house. Her father would then arrange a cloak over her shoulders, they would clamber into a little dog-cart which she herself drove, and home they would both go to Montjouvain. As for ourselves, the next day being Sunday, with no need to be up and stirring before high mass, if it was a moonlight night and warm, then, instead of taking us home at once, my father, in his thirst for personal distinction, would lead us on a long walk round by the Calvary, which my mother\'s utter incapacity for taking her bearings, or even for knowing which road she might be on, made her regard as a triumph of his strategic genius. Sometimes we would go as far as the viaduct, which began to stride on its long legs of stone at the railway station, and to me typified all the wretchedness of exile beyond the last outposts of civilisation, because every year, as we came down from Paris, we would be warned to take special care, when we got to Combray, not to miss the station, to be ready before the train stopped, since it would start again in two minutes and proceed across the viaduct, out of the lands of Christendom, of which Combray, to me, represented the farthest limit. We would return by the Boulevard de la Gare, which contained the most attractive villas in the town. In each of their gardens the moonlight, copying the art of Hubert Robert, had scattered its broken staircases of white marble, its fountains of water and gates temptingly ajar. Its beams had swept away the telegraph office. All that was left of it was a column, half shattered, but preserving the beauty of a ruin which endures for all time. I would by now be dragging my weary limbs, and ready to drop with sleep; the balmy scent of the lime-trees seemed a consolation which I could obtain only at the price of great suffering and exhaustion, and not worthy of the effort. From gates far apart the watchdogs, awakened by our steps in the silence, would set up an antiphonal barking, as I still hear them bark, at times, in the evenings, and it is in their custody when the public gardens of Combray were constructed on its site that the Boulevard de la Gare must have taken refuge, for wherever I may be, as soon as they begin their alternate challenge and acceptance, I can see it again with all its lime-trees, and its pavement glistening beneath the moon\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly my father would bring us to a standstill and ask my mother—""Where are we?"" Utterly worn out by the walk but still proud of her husband, she would lovingly confess that she had not the least idea. He would shrug his shoulders and laugh. And then, as though it had slipped, with his latchkey, from his waistcoat pocket, he would point out to us, when it stood before our eyes, the back-gate of our own garden, which had come hand-in-hand with the familiar corner of the Rue du Saint-Esprit, to await us, to greet us at the end of our wanderings over paths unknown. My mother would murmur admiringly ""You really are wonderful!"" And from that instant I had not to take another step; the ground moved forward under my feet in that garden where, for so long, my actions had ceased to require any control, or even attention, from my will. Custom came to take me in her arms, carried me all the way up to my bed, and laid me down there like a little child\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Although Saturday, by beginning an hour earlier, and by depriving her of the services of Françoise, passed more slowly than other days for my aunt, yet, the moment it was past, and a new week begun, she would look forward with impatience to its return, as something that embodied all the novelty and distraction which her frail and disordered body was still able to endure. This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some even greater variation, that she did not pass through those abnormal hours in which one thirsts for something different from what one has, when those people who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, in their eagerness for news even if it be bad news, for some emotion even that of grief; when the heartstrings, which prosperity has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, even a brutal hand, even if it shall break them; when the will, which has with such difficulty brought itself to subdue its impulse, to renounce its right to abandon itself to its own uncontrolled desires, and consequent sufferings, would fain cast its guiding reins into the hands of circumstances, coercive and, it may be, cruel. Of course, since my aunt\'s strength, which was completely drained by the slightest exertion, returned but drop by drop into the pool of her repose, the reservoir was very slow in filling, and months would go by before she reached that surplus which other people use up in their daily activities, but which she had no idea—and could never decide how to employ. And I have no doubt that then—just as a desire to have her potatoes served with béchamel sauce, for a change, would be formed, ultimately, from the pleasure she found in the daily reappearance of those mashed potatoes of which she was never \'tired\'—she would extract from the accumulation of those monotonous days on which she so much depended a keen expectation of some domestic cataclysm, instantaneous in its happening, but violent enough to compel her to put into effect, once for all, one of those changes which she knew would be beneficial to her health, but to which she could never make up her mind without some such stimulus. She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease; coming at a moment when she felt \'well\' and was not in a perspiration, the news that the house was being destroyed by a fire, in which all the rest of us had already perished, a fire which, in a little while, would not leave one stone standing upon another, but from which she herself would still have plenty of time to escape without undue haste, provided that she rose at once from her bed, must often have haunted her dreams, as a prospect which combined with the two minor advantages of letting her taste the full savour of her affection for us in long years of mourning, and of causing universal stupefaction in the village when she should sally forth to conduct our obsequies, crushed but courageous, moribund but erect, the paramount and priceless boon of forcing her at the right moment, with no time to be lost, no room for weakening hesitations, to go off and spend the summer at her charming farm of Mirougrain, where there was a waterfall. Inasmuch as nothing of this sort had ever occurred, though indeed she must often have pondered the success of such a manoeuvre as she lay alone absorbed in her interminable games of patience and though it must have plunged her in despair from the first moment of its realisation, from the first of those little unforeseen facts, the first word of calamitous news, whose accents can never afterwards be expunged from the memory, everything that bears upon it the imprint of actual, physical death, so terribly different from the logical abstraction of its possibility she would fall back from time to time, to add an interest to her life, upon imagining other, minor catastrophes, which she would follow up with passion. She would beguile herself with a sudden suspicion that Françoise had been robbing her, that she had set a trap to make certain, and had caught her betrayer red-handed; and being in the habit, when she made up a game of cards by herself, of playing her own and her adversary\'s hands at once, she would first stammer out Françoise\'s awkward apologies, and then reply to them with such a fiery indignation that any of us who happened to intrude upon her at one of these moments would find her bathed in perspiration, her eyes blazing, her false hair pushed awry and exposing the baldness of her brows. Françoise must often, from the next room, have heard these mordant sarcasms levelled at herself, the mere framing of which in words would not have relieved my aunt\'s feelings sufficiently, had they been allowed to remain in a purely immaterial form, without the degree of substance and reality which she added to them by murmuring them half-aloud. Sometimes, however, even these counterpane dramas would not satisfy my aunt; she must see her work staged. And so, on a Sunday, with all the doors mysteriously closed, she would confide in Eulalie her doubts of Françoise\'s integrity and her determination to be rid of her, and on another day she would confide in Françoise her suspicions of the disloyalty of Eulalie, to whom the front-door would very soon be closed for good. A few days more, and, disgusted with her latest confidant, she would again be \'as thick as thieves\' with the traitor, while, before the next performance, the two would once more have changed their parts. But the suspicions which Eulalie might occasionally breed in her were no more than a fire of straw, which must soon subside for lack of fuel, since Eulalie was not living with her in the house. It was a very different matter when the suspect was Françoise, of whose presence under the same roof as herself my aunt was perpetually conscious, while for fear of catching cold, were she to leave her bed, she would never dare go downstairs to the kitchen to see for herself whether there was, indeed, any foundation for her suspicions. And so on by degrees, until her mind had no other occupation than to attempt, at every hour of the day, to discover what was being done, what was being concealed from her by Françoise. She would detect the most furtive movement of Françoise\'s features, something contradictory in what she was saying, some desire which she appeared to be screening. And she would shew her that she was unmasked, by, a single word, which made Françoise turn pale, and which my aunt seemed to find a cruel satisfaction in driving into her unhappy servant\'s heart. And the very next Sunday a disclosure by Eulalie—like one of those discoveries which suddenly open up an unsuspected field for exploration to some new science which has hitherto followed only the beaten paths—proved to my aunt that her own worst suspicions fell a long way short of the appalling truth. ""But Françoise ought to know that,"" said Eulalie, ""now that you have given her a carriage.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Now that I have given her a carriage!"" gasped my aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, but I didn\'t know; I only thought so; I saw her go by yesterday in her open coach, as proud as Artaban, on her way to Roussainville market. I supposed that it must be Mme. Octave who had given it to her.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0So on by degrees, until Françoise and my aunt, the quarry and the hunter, could never cease from trying to forestall each other\'s devices. My mother was afraid lest Françoise should develop a genuine hatred of my aunt, who was doing everything in her power to annoy her. However that might be, Françoise had come, more and more, to pay an infinitely scrupulous attention to my aunt\'s least word and gesture. When she had to ask her for anything she would hesitate, first, for a long time, making up her mind how best to begin. And when she had uttered her request, she would watch my aunt covertly, trying to guess from the expression on her face what she thought of it, and how she would reply. And in this way—whereas an artist who had been reading memoirs of the seventeenth century, and wished to bring himself nearer to the great Louis, would consider that he was making progress in that direction when he constructed a pedigree that traced his own descent from some historic family, or when he engaged in correspondence with one of the reigning Sovereigns of Europe, and so would shut his eyes to the mistake he was making in seeking to establish a similarity by an exact and therefore lifeless copy of mere outward forms—a middle-aged lady in a small country town, by doing no more than yield whole-hearted obedience to her own irresistible eccentricities, and to a spirit of mischief engendered by the utter idleness of her existence, could see, without ever having given a thought to Louis XIV, the most trivial occupations of her daily life, her morning toilet, her luncheon, her afternoon nap, assume, by virtue of their despotic singularity, something of the interest that was to be found in what Saint-Simon used to call the \'machinery\' of life at Versailles; and was able, too, to persuade herself that her silence, a shade of good humour or of arrogance on her features, would provide Françoise with matter for a mental commentary as tense with passion and terror, as did the silence, the good humour or the arrogance of the King when a courtier, or even his greatest nobles, had presented a petition to him, at the turning of an avenue, at Versailles\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One Sunday, when my aunt had received simultaneous visits from the Curé and from Eulalie, and had been left alone, afterwards, to rest, the whole family went upstairs to bid her good night, and Mamma ventured to condole with her on the unlucky coincidence that always brought both visitors to her door at the same time\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I hear that things went wrong again to-day, Léonie,"" she said kindly, ""you have had all your friends here at once.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And my great-aunt interrupted with: ""Too many good things..."" for, since her daughter\'s illness, she felt herself in duty bound to revive her as far as possible by always drawing her attention to the brighter side of things. But my father had begun to speak\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I should like to take advantage,"" he said, ""of the whole family\'s being here together, to tell you a story, so as not to have to begin all over again to each of you separately. I am afraid we are in M. Legrandin\'s bad books; he would hardly say \'How d\'ye do\' to me this morning.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not wait to hear the end of my father\'s story, for I had been with him myself after mass when we had passed M. Legrandin; instead, I went downstairs to the kitchen to ask for the bill of fare for our dinner, which was of fresh interest to me daily, like the news in a paper, and excited me as might the programme of a coming festivity\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As M. Legrandin had passed close by us on our way from church, walking by the side of a lady, the owner of a country house in the neighbourhood, whom we knew only by sight, my father had saluted him in a manner at once friendly and reserved, without stopping in his walk; M. Legrandin had barely acknowledged the courtesy, and then with an air of surprise, as though he had not recognised us, and with that distant look characteristic of people who do not wish to be agreeable, and who from the suddenly receding depths of their eyes seem to have caught sight of you at the far end of an interminably straight road, and at so great a distance that they content themselves with directing towards you an almost imperceptible movement of the head, in proportion to your doll-like dimensions\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Now, the lady who was walking with Legrandin was a model of virtue, known and highly respected; there could be no question of his being out for amorous adventure, and annoyed at being detected; and my father asked himself how he could possibly have displeased our friend\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""I should be all the more sorry to feel that he was angry with us,"" he said, ""because among all those people in their Sunday clothes there is something about him, with his little cut-away coat and his soft neckties, so little \'dressed-up,\' so genuinely simple; an air of innocence, almost, which is really attractive.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the vote of the family council was unanimous, that my father had imagined the whole thing, or that Legrandin, at the moment in question, had been preoccupied in thinking about something else. Anyhow, my father\'s fears were dissipated no later than the following evening. As we returned from a long walk we saw, near the Pont-Vieux, Legrandin himself, who, on account of the holidays, was spending a few days more in Combray. He came up to us with outstretched hand: ""Do you know, master book-lover,"" he asked me, ""this line of Paul Desjardins?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Now are the woods all black, but still the sky is blue\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Is not that a fine rendering of a moment like this? Perhaps you have never read Paul Desjardins. Read him, my boy, read him; in these days he is converted, they tell me, into a preaching friar, but he used to have the most charming water-colour touch—\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Now are the woods all black, but still the sky is blue\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, which is coming now for me, when the woods are all black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I am doing, by looking up to the sky."" He took a cigarette from his pocket and stood for a long time, his eyes fixed on the horizon. ""Goodbye, friends!"" he suddenly exclaimed, and left us.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the hour when I usually went downstairs to find out what there was for dinner, its preparation would already have begun, and Françoise, a colonel with all the forces of nature for her subalterns, as in the fairy-tales where giants hire themselves out as scullions, would be stirring the coals, putting the potatoes to steam, and, at the right moment, finishing over the fire those culinary masterpieces which had been first got ready in some of the great array of vessels, triumphs of the potter\'s craft, which ranged from tubs and boilers and cauldrons and fish kettles down to jars for game, moulds for pastry, and tiny pannikins for cream, and included an entire collection of pots and pans of every shape and size. I would stop by the table, where the kitchen-maid had shelled them, to inspect the platoons of peas, drawn up in ranks and numbered, like little green marbles, ready for a game; but what fascinated me would be the asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of imperceptible changes to their white feet, still stained a little by the soil of their garden-bed: a rainbow-loveliness that was not of this world. I felt that these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which covered their firm and edible flesh, allowed me to discern in this radiance of earliest dawn, these hinted rainbows, these blue evening shades, that precious quality which I should recognise again when, all night long after a dinner at which I had partaken of them, they played lyrical and coarse in their jesting as the fairies in Shakespeare\'s Dream at transforming my humble chamber into a bower of aromatic perfume.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Poor Giotto\'s Charity, as Swann had named her, charged by Françoise with the task of preparing them for the table, would have them lying beside her in a basket; sitting with a mournful air, as though all the sorrows of the world were heaped upon her; and the light crowns of azure which capped the asparagus shoots above their pink jackets would be finely and separately outlined, star by star, as in Giotto\'s fresco are the flowers banded about the brows, or patterning the basket of his Virtue at Padua. And, meanwhile, Françoise would be turning on the spit one of those chickens, such as she alone knew how to roast, chickens which had wafted far abroad from Combray the sweet savour of her merits, and which, while she was serving them to us at table, would make the quality of kindness predominate for the moment in my private conception of her character; the aroma of that cooked flesh, which she knew how to make so unctuous and so tender, seeming to me no more than the proper perfume of one of her many virtues.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the day on which, while my father took counsel with his family upon our strange meeting with Legrandin, I went down to the kitchen, was one of those days when Giotto\'s Charity, still very weak and ill after her recent confinement, had been unable to rise from her bed; Françoise, being without assistance, had fallen into arrears. When I went in, I saw her in the back-kitchen which opened on to the courtyard, in process of killing a chicken; by its desperate and quite natural resistance, which Françoise, beside herself with rage as she attempted to slit its throat beneath the ear, accompanied with shrill cries of ""Filthy creature! Filthy creature!"" it made the saintly kindness and unction of our servant rather less prominent than it would do, next day at dinner, when it made its appearance in a skin gold-embroidered like a chasuble, and its precious juice was poured out drop by drop as from a pyx. When it was dead Françoise mopped up its streaming blood, in which, however, she did not let her rancour drown, for she gave vent to another burst of rage, and, gazing down at the carcass of her enemy, uttered a final ""Filthy creature!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I crept out of the kitchen and upstairs, trembling all over; I could have prayed, then, for the instant dismissal of Françoise. But who would have baked me such hot rolls, boiled me such fragrant coffee, and even—roasted me such chickens? And, as it happened, everyone else had already had to make the same cowardly reckoning. For my aunt Léonie knew though I was still in ignorance of this that Françoise, who, for her own daughter or for her nephews, would have given her life without a murmur, shewed a singular implacability in her dealings with the rest of the world. In spite of which my aunt still retained her, for, while conscious of her cruelty, she could appreciate her services. I began gradually to realise that Françoise\'s kindness, her compunction, the sum total of her virtues concealed many of these back-kitchen tragedies, just as history reveals to us that the reigns of the kings and queens who are portrayed as kneeling with clasped hands in the windows of churches, were stained by oppression and bloodshed. I had taken note of the fact that, apart from her own kinsfolk, the sufferings of humanity inspired in her a pity which increased in direct ratio to the distance separating the sufferers from herself. The tears which flowed from her in torrents when she read of the misfortunes of persons unknown to her, in a newspaper, were quickly stemmed once she had been able to form a more accurate mental picture of the victims. One night, shortly after her confinement, the kitchen-maid was seized with the most appalling pains; Mamma heard her groans, and rose and awakened Françoise, who, quite unmoved, declared that all the outcry was mere malingering, that the girl wanted to \'play the mistress\' in the house. The doctor, who had been afraid of some such attack, had left a marker in a medical dictionary which we had, at the page on which the symptoms were described, and had told us to turn up this passage, where we would find the measures of \'first aid\' to be adopted. My mother sent Françoise to fetch the book, warning her not to let the marker drop out. An hour elapsed, and Françoise had not returned; my mother, supposing that she had gone back to bed, grew vexed, and told me to go myself to the bookcase and fetch the volume. I did so, and there found Françoise who, in her curiosity to know what the marker indicated, had begun to read the clinical account of these after-pains, and was violently sobbing, now that it was a question of a type of illness with which she was not familiar. At each painful symptom mentioned by the writer she would exclaim: ""Oh, oh, Holy Virgin, is it possible that God wishes any wretched human creature to suffer so? Oh, the poor girl!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But when I had called her, and she had returned to the bedside of Giotto\'s Charity, her tears at once ceased to flow; she could find no stimulus for that pleasant sensation of tenderness and pity which she very well knew, having been moved to it often enough by the perusal of newspapers; nor any other pleasure of the same kind in her sense of weariness and irritation at being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night for the kitchen-maid; so that at the sight of those very sufferings, the printed account of which had moved her to tears, she had nothing to offer but ill-tempered mutterings, mingled with bitter sarcasm, saying, when she thought that we had gone out of earshot: ""Well, she need never have done what she must have done to bring all this about! She found that pleasant enough, I dare say! She had better not put on any airs now. All the same, he must have been a god-forsaken young man to go after that. Dear, dear, it\'s just as they used to say in my poor mother\'s country:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs\' tails\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 And dirty sluts in plenty\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Smell sweeter than roses in young men\'s noses\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 When the heart is one-and-twenty.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Although, when her grandson had a slight cold in his head, she would Bet off at night, even if she were ill also, instead of going to bed, to see whether he had everything that he wanted, covering ten miles on foot before daybreak so as to be in time to begin her work, this same love for her own people, and her desire to establish the future greatness of her house on a solid foundation reacted, in her policy with regard to the other servants, in one unvarying maxim, which was never to let any of them set foot in my aunt\'s room; indeed she shewed a sort of pride in not allowing anyone else to come near my aunt, preferring, when she herself was ill, to get out of bed and to administer the Vichy water in person, rather than to concede to the kitchen-maid the right of entry into her mistress\'s presence. There is a species of hymenoptera, observed by Fabre, the burrowing wasp, which in order to provide a supply of fresh meat for her offspring after her own decease, calls in the science of anatomy to amplify the resources of her instinctive cruelty, and, having made a collection of weevils and spiders, proceeds with marvellous knowledge and skill to pierce the nerve-centre on which their power of locomotion but none of their other vital functions depends, so that the paralysed insect, beside which her egg is laid, will furnish the larva, when it is hatched, with a tamed and inoffensive quarry, incapable either of flight or of resistance, but perfectly fresh for the larder: in the same way Françoise had adopted, to minister to her permanent and unfaltering resolution to render the house uninhabitable to any other servant, a series of crafty and pitiless stratagems. Many years later we discovered that, if we had been fed on asparagus day after day throughout that whole season, it was because the smell of the plants gave the poor kitchen-maid, who had to prepare them, such violent attacks of asthma that she was finally obliged to leave my aunt\'s service.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas! we had definitely to alter our opinion of M. Legrandin. On one-of the Sundays following our meeting with him on the Pont-Vieux, after which my father had been forced to confess himself mistaken, as mass drew to an end, and, with the sunshine and the noise of the outer world, something else invaded the church, an atmosphere so far from sacred that Mme. Goupil, Mme. Percepied all those, in fact, who a moment ago, when I arrived a little late, had been sitting motionless, their eyes fixed on their prayer-books; who, I might even have thought, had not seen me come in, had not their feet moved slightly to push away the little kneeling-desk which was preventing me from getting to my chair began in loud voices to discuss with us all manner of utterly mundane topics, as though we were already outside in the Square, we saw, standing on the sun-baked steps of the porch, dominating the many-coloured tumult of the market, Legrandin himself, whom the husband of the lady we had seen with him, on the previous occasion, was just going to introduce to the wife of another large landed proprietor of the district. Legrandin\'s face shewed an extraordinary zeal and animation; he made a profound bow, with a subsidiary backward movement which brought his spine sharply up into a position behind its starting-point, a gesture in which he must have been trained by the husband of his sister, Mme. de Cambremer. This rapid recovery caused a sort of tense muscular wave to ripple over Legrandin\'s hips, which I had not supposed to be so fleshy; I cannot say why, but this undulation of pure matter, this wholly carnal fluency, with not the least hint in it of spiritual significance, this wave lashed to a fury by the wind of an assiduity, an obsequiousness of the basest sort, awoke my mind suddenly to the possibility of a Legrandin altogether different from the one whom we knew. The lady gave him some message for her coachman, and while he was stepping down to her carriage the impression of joy, timid and devout, which the introduction had stamped there, still lingered on his face. Carried away in a sort of dream, he smiled, then he began to hurry back towards the lady; he was walking faster than usual, and his shoulders swayed backwards and forwards, right and left, in the most absurd fashion; altogether he looked, so utterly had he abandoned himself to it, ignoring all other considerations, as though he were the lifeless and wire-pulled puppet of his own happiness. Meanwhile we were coming out through the porch; we were passing close beside him; he was too well bred to turn his head away; but he fixed his eyes, which had suddenly changed to those of a seer, lost in the profundity of his vision, on so distant a point of the horizon that he could not see us, and so had not to acknowledge our presence. His face emerged, still with an air of innocence, from his straight and pliant coat, which looked as though conscious of having been led astray, in spite of itself, and plunged into surroundings of a detested splendour. And a spotted necktie, stirred by the breezes of the Square, continued to float in front of Legrandin, like the standard of his proud isolation, of his noble independence. Just as we reached the house my mother discovered that we had forgotten the \'Saint-Honoré,\' and asked my father to go back with me and tell them to send it up at once. Near the church we met Legrandin, coming towards us with the same lady, whom he was escorting to her carriage. He brushed past us, and did not interrupt what he was saying to her, but gave us, out of the corner of his blue eye, a little sign, which began and ended, so to speak, inside his eyelids, and as it did not involve the least movement of his facial muscles, managed to pass quite unperceived by the lady; but, striving to compensate by the intensity of his feelings for the somewhat restricted field in which they had to find expression, he made that blue chink, which was set apart for us, sparkle with all the animation of cordiality, which went far beyond mere playfulness, and almost touched the border-line of roguery; he subtilised the refinements of good-fellowship into a wink of connivance, a hint, a hidden meaning, a secret understanding, all the mysteries of complicity in a plot, and finally exalted his assurances of friendship to the level of protestations of affection, even of a declaration of love, lighting up for us, and for us alone, with a secret and languid flame invisible by the great lady upon his other side, an enamoured pupil in a countenance of ice.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Only the day before he had asked my parents to send me to dine with him on this same Sunday evening. ""Come and bear your aged friend company,"" he had said to me. ""Like the nosegay which a traveller sends us from some land to which we shall never go again, come and let me breathe from the far country of your adolescence the scent of those flowers of spring among which I also used to wander, many years ago. Come with the primrose, with the canon\'s beard, with the gold-cup; come with the stone-crop, whereof are posies made, pledges of love, in the Balzacian flora, come with that flower of the Resurrection morning, the Easter daisy, come with the snowballs of the guelder-rose, which begin to embalm with their fragrance the alleys of your great-aunt\'s garden ere the last snows of Lent are melted from its soil. Come with the glorious silken raiment of the lily, apparel fit for Solomon, and with the many-coloured enamel of the pansies, but come, above all, with the spring breeze, still cooled by the last frosts of winter, wafting apart, for the two butterflies\' sake, that have waited outside all morning, the closed portals of the first Jerusalem rose.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The question was raised at home whether, all things considered, I ought still to be sent to dine with M. Legrandin. But my grandmother refused to believe that he could have been impolite.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""You admit yourself that he appears at church there, quite simply dressed, and all that; he hardly looks like a man of fashion."" She added that; in any event, even if, at the worst, he had been intentionally rude, it was far better for us to pretend that we had noticed nothing. And indeed my father himself, though more annoyed than any of us by the attitude which Legrandin had adopted, may still have held in reserve a final uncertainty as to its true meaning. It was like every attitude or action which reveals a man\'s deep and hidden character; they bear no relation to what he has previously said, and we cannot confirm our suspicions by the culprit\'s evidence, for he will admit nothing; we are reduced to the evidence of our own senses, and we ask ourselves, in the face of this detached and incoherent fragment of recollection, whether indeed our senses have not been the victims of a hallucination; with the result that such attitudes, and these alone are of importance in indicating character, are the most apt to leave us in perplexity.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I dined with Legrandin on the terrace of his house, by moonlight. ""There is a charming quality, is there not,"" he said to me, ""in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist, whom you will read in time to come, claims that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could hear what M. Legrandin was saying; like everything that he said, it sounded attractive; but I was disturbed by the memory of a lady whom I had seen recently for the first time; and thinking, now that I knew that Legrandin was on friendly terms with several of the local aristocracy, that perhaps she also was among his acquaintance, I summoned up all my courage and said to him: ""Tell me, sir, do you, by any chance, know the lady—the ladies of Guermantes?"" and I felt glad because, in pronouncing the name, I had secured a sort of power over it, by the mere act of drawing it up out of my dreams and giving it an objective existence in the world of spoken things\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But, at the sound of the word Guermantes, I saw in the middle of each of our friend\'s blue eyes a little brown dimple appear, as though they had been stabbed by some invisible pin-point, while the rest of his pupils, reacting from the shock, received and secreted the azure overflow. His fringed eyelids darkened, and drooped. His mouth, which had been stiffened and seared with bitter lines, was the first to recover, and smiled, while his eyes still seemed full of pain, like the eyes of a good-looking martyr whose body bristles with arrows\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No, I do not know them,"" he said, but instead of uttering so simple a piece of information, a reply in which there was so little that could astonish me, in the natural and conversational tone which would have befitted it, he recited it with a separate stress upon each word, leaning forward, bowing his head, with at once the vehemence which a man gives, so as to be believed, to a highly improbable statement as though the fact that he did not know the Guermantes could be due only to some strange accident of fortune and with the emphasis of a man who, finding himself unable to keep silence about what is to him a painful situation, chooses to proclaim it aloud, so as to convince his hearers that the confession he is making is one that causes him no embarrassment, but is easy, agreeable, spontaneous, that the situation in question, in this case the absence of relations with the Guermantes family, might very well have been not forced upon, but actually designed by Legrandin himself, might arise from some family tradition, some moral principle or mystical vow which expressly forbade his seeking their society\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""No,"" he resumed, explaining by his words the tone in which they were uttered. ""No, I do not know them; I have never wished to know them; I have always made a point of preserving complete independence; at heart, as you know, I am a bit of a Radical. People are always coming to me about it, telling me I am mistaken in not going to Guermantes, that I make myself seem ill-bred, uncivilised, an old bear. But that\'s not the sort of reputation that can frighten me; it\'s too true! In my heart of hearts I care for nothing in the world now but a few churches, books—two or three, pictures—rather more, perhaps, and the light of the moon when the fresh breeze of youth such as yours wafts to my nostrils the scent of gardens whose flowers my old eyes are not sharp enough, now, to distinguish.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not understand very clearly why, in order to refrain from going to the houses of people whom one did not know, it should be necessary to cling to one\'s independence, nor how that could give one the appearance of a savage or a bear. But what I did understand was this, that Legrandin was not altogether truthful when he said that he cared only for churches, moonlight, and youth; he cared also, he cared a very great deal, for people who lived in country houses, and would be so much afraid, when in their company, of incurring their displeasure that he would never dare to let them see that he numbered, as well, among his friends middle-class people, the families of solicitors and stockbrokers, preferring, if the truth must be known, that it should be revealed in his absence, when he was out of earshot, that judgment should go against him if so it must by default: in a word, he was a snob. Of course he would never have admitted all or any of this in the poetical language which my family and I so much admired. And if I asked him, ""Do you know the Guermantes family?"" Legrandin the talker would reply, ""No, I have never cared to know them."" But unfortunately the talker was now subordinated to another Legrandin, whom he kept carefully hidden in his breast, whom he would never consciously exhibit, because this other could tell stories about our own Legrandin and about his snobbishness which would have ruined his reputation for ever; and this other Legrandin had replied to me already in that wounded look, that stiffened smile, the undue gravity of his tone in uttering those few words, in the thousand arrows by which our own Legrandin had instantaneously been stabbed and sickened, like a Saint Sebastian of snobbery:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, how you hurt me! No, I do not know the Guermantes family. Do not remind me of the great sorrow of my life."" And since this other, this irrepressible, dominant, despotic Legrandin, if he lacked our Legrandin\'s charming vocabulary, shewed an infinitely greater promptness in expressing himself, by means of what are called \'reflexes,\' it followed that, when Legrandin the talker attempted to silence him, he would already have spoken, and it would be useless for our friend to deplore the bad impression which the revelations of his alter ego must have caused, since he could do no more now than endeavour to mitigate them\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was not to say that M. Legrandin was anything but sincere when he inveighed against snobs. He could not from his own knowledge, at least be aware that he was one also, since it is only with the passions of others that we are ever really familiar, and what we come to find out about our own can be no more than what other people have shewn us. Upon ourselves they react but indirectly, through our imagination, which substitutes for our actual, primary motives other, secondary motives, less stark and therefore more decent. Never had Legrandin\'s snobbishness impelled him to make a habit of visiting a duchess as such. Instead, it would set his imagination to make that duchess appear, in Legrandin\'s eyes, endowed with all the graces. He would be drawn towards the duchess, assuring himself the while that he was yielding to the attractions of her mind, and her other virtues, which the vile race of snobs could never understand. Only his fellow-snobs knew that he was of their number, for, owing to their inability to appreciate the intervening efforts of his imagination, they saw in close juxtaposition the social activities of Legrandin and their primary cause\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At home, meanwhile, we had no longer any illusions as to M. Legrandin, and our relations with him had become much more distant. Mamma would be greatly delighted whenever she caught him red-handed in the sin, which he continued to call the unpardonable sin, of snobbery. As for my father, he found it difficult to take Legrandin\'s airs in so light, in so detached a spirit; and when there was some talk, one year, of sending me to spend the long summer holidays at Balbec with my grandmother, he said: ""I must, most certainly, tell Legrandin that you are going to Balbec, to see whether he will offer you an introduction to his sister. He probably doesn\'t remember telling us that she lived within a mile of the place.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My grandmother, who held that, when one went to the seaside, one ought to be on the beach from morning to night, to taste the salt breezes, and that one should not know anyone in the place, because calls and parties and excursions were so much time stolen from what belonged, by rights, to the sea-air, begged him on no account to speak to Legrandin of our plans; for already, in her mind\'s eye, she could see his sister, Mme. de Cambremer, alighting from her carriage at the door of our hotel just as we were on the point of going out fishing, and obliging us to remain indoors all afternoon to entertain her. But Mamma laughed her fears to scorn, for she herself felt that the danger was not so threatening, and that Legrandin would shew no undue anxiety to make us acquainted with his sister. And, as it happened, there was no need for any of us to introduce the subject of Balbec, for it was Legrandin himself who, without the least suspicion that we had ever had any intention of visiting those parts, walked into the trap uninvited one evening, when we met him strolling on the banks of the Vivonne\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There are tints in the clouds this evening, violets and blues, which are very beautiful, are they not, my friend?"" he said to my father. ""Especially a blue which is far more floral than atmospheric, a cineraria blue, which it is surprising to see in the sky. And that little pink cloud there, has it not just the tint of some flower, a carnation or hydrangea? Nowhere, perhaps, except on the shores of the English Channel, where Normandy merges into Brittany, have I been able to find such copious examples of what you might call a vegetable kingdom in the clouds. Down there, close to Balbec, among all those places which are still so uncivilised, there is a little bay, charmingly quiet, where the sunsets of the Auge Valley, those red-and-gold sunsets which, all the same, I am very far from despising seem commonplace and insignificant; for in that moist and gentle atmosphere these heavenly flower-beds will break into blossom, in a few moments, in the evenings, incomparably lovely, and often lasting for hours before they fade. Others shed their leaves at once, and then it is more beautiful still to see the sky strewn with the scattering of their innumerable petals, sulphurous yellow and rosy red. In that bay, which they call the Opal Bay, the golden sands appear more charming still from being fastened, like fair Andromeda, to those terrible rocks of the surrounding coast, to that funereal shore, famed for the number of its wrecks, where every winter many a brave vessel falls a victim to the perils of the sea. Balbec! the oldest bone in the geological skeleton that underlies our soil, the true Armor, the sea, the land\'s end, the accursed region which Anatole France—an enchanter whose works our young friend ought to read—has so well depicted, beneath its eternal fogs, as though it were indeed the land of the Cimmerians in the Odyssey. Balbec; yes, they are building hotels there now, superimposing them upon its ancient and charming soil, which they are powerless to alter; how delightful it is, down there, to be able to step out at once into regions so primitive and so entrancing.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Indeed! And do you know anyone at Balbec?"" inquired my father. ""This young man is just going to spend a couple of months there with his grandmother, and my wife too, perhaps.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Legrandin, taken unawares by the question at a moment when he was looking directly at my father, was unable to turn aside his gaze, and so concentrated it with steadily increasing intensity—smiling mournfully the while—upon the eyes of his questioner, with an air of friendliness and frankness and of not being afraid to look him in the face, until he seemed to have penetrated my father\'s skull, as it had been a ball of glass, and to be seeing, at the moment, a long way beyond and behind it, a brightly coloured cloud, which provided him with a mental alibi, and would enable him to establish the theory that, just when he was being asked whether he knew anyone at Balbec, he had been thinking of something else, and so had not heard the question. As a rule these tactics make the questioner proceed to ask, ""Why, what are you thinking about?"" But my father, inquisitive, annoyed, and cruel, repeated: ""Have you friends, then, in that neighbourhood, that you know Balbec so well?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In a final and desperate effort the smiling gaze of Legrandin struggled to the extreme limits of its tenderness, vagueness, candour, and distraction; then feeling, no doubt, that there was nothing left for it now but to answer, he said to us: ""I have friends all the world over, wherever there are companies of trees, stricken but not defeated, which have come together to offer a common supplication, with pathetic obstinacy, to an inclement sky which has no mercy upon them.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""That is not quite what I meant,"" interrupted my father, obstinate as a tree and merciless as the sky. ""I asked you, in case anything should happen to my mother-in-law and she wanted to feel that she was not all alone down there, at the ends of the earth, whether you knew any of the people.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There as elsewhere, I know everyone and I know no one,"" replied Legrandin, who was by no means ready yet to surrender; ""places I know well, people very slightly. But, down there, the places themselves seem to me just like people, rare and wonderful people, of a delicate quality which would have been corrupted and ruined by the gift of life. Perhaps it is a castle which you encounter upon the cliff\'s edge; standing there by the roadside, where it has halted to contemplate its sorrows before an evening sky, still rosy, through which a golden moon is climbing; while the fishing-boats, homeward bound, creasing the watered silk of the Channel, hoist its pennant at their mastheads and carry its colours. Or perhaps it is a simple dwelling-house that stands alone, ugly, if anything, timid-seeming but full of romance, hiding from every eye some imperishable secret of happiness and disenchantment. That land which knows not truth,"" he continued with Machiavellian subtlety, ""that land of infinite fiction makes bad reading for any boy; and is certainly not what I should choose or recommend for my young friend here, who is already so much inclined to melancholy, for a heart already predisposed to receive its impressions. Climates that breathe amorous secrets and futile regrets may agree with an old and disillusioned man like myself; but they must always prove fatal to a temperament which is still unformed. Believe me,"" he went on with emphasis, ""the waters of that bay—more Breton than Norman—may exert a sedative influence, though even that is of questionable value, upon a heart which, like mine, is no longer unbroken, a heart for whose wounds there is no longer anything to compensate. But at your age, my boy, those waters are contra-indicated.... Good night to you, neighbours,"" he added, moving away from us with that evasive abruptness to which we were accustomed; and then, turning towards us, with a physicianly finger raised in warning, he resumed the consultation: ""No Balbec before you are fifty!"" he called out to me, ""and even then it must depend on the state of the heart.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father spoke to him of it again, as often as we met him, and tortured him with questions, but it was labour in vain: like that scholarly swindler who devoted to the fabrication of forged palimpsests a wealth of skill and knowledge and industry the hundredth part of which would have sufficed to establish him in a more lucrative—but an honourable occupation, M. Legrandin, had we insisted further, would in the end have constructed a whole system of ethics, and a celestial geography of Lower Normandy, sooner than admit to us that, within a mile of Balbec, his own sister was living in her own house; sooner than find himself obliged to offer us a letter of introduction, the prospect of which would never have inspired him with such terror had he been absolutely certain—as, from his knowledge of my grandmother\'s character, he really ought to have been certain—that in no circumstances whatsoever would we have dreamed of making use of it.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0* * *\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We used always to return from our walks in good time to pay aunt Léonie a visit before dinner. In the first weeks of our Combray holidays, when the days ended early, we would still be able to see, as we turned into the Rue du Saint-Esprit, a reflection of the western sky from the windows of the house and a band of purple at the foot of the Calvary, which was mirrored further on in the pond; a fiery glow which, accompanied often by a cold that burned and stung, would associate itself in my mind with the glow of the fire over which, at that very moment, was roasting the chicken that was to furnish me, in place of the poetic pleasure I had found in my walk, with the sensual pleasures of good feeding, warmth and rest. But in summer, when we came back to the house, the sun would not have set; and while we were upstairs paying our visit to aunt Léonie its rays, sinking until they touched and lay along her window-sill, would there be caught and held by the large inner curtains and the bands which tied them back to the wall, and split and scattered and filtered; and then, at last, would fall upon and inlay with tiny flakes of gold the lemonwood of her chest-of-drawers, illuminating the room in their passage with the same delicate, slanting, shadowed beams that fall among the boles of forest trees. But on some days, though very rarely, the chest-of-drawers would long since have shed its momentary adornments, there would no longer, as we turned into the Rue du Saint-Esprit, be any reflection from the western sky burning along the line of window-panes; the pond beneath the Calvary would have lost its fiery glow, sometimes indeed had changed already to an opalescent pallor, while a long ribbon of moonlight, bent and broken and broadened by every ripple upon the water\'s surface, would be lying across it, from end to end. Then, as we drew near the house, we would make out a figure standing upon the doorstep, and Mamma would say to me: ""Good heavens! There is Françoise looking out for us; your aunt must be anxious; that means we are late.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And without wasting time by stopping to take off our \'things\' we would fly upstairs to my aunt Léonie\'s room to reassure her, to prove to her by our bodily presence that all her gloomy imaginings were false, that, on the contrary, nothing had happened to us, but that we had gone the \'Guermantes way,\' and, good lord, when one took that walk, my aunt knew well enough that one could never say at what time one would be home\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""There, Françoise,"" my aunt would say, ""didn\'t I tell you that they must have gone the Guermantes way? Good gracious! They must be hungry! And your nice leg of mutton will be quite dried up now, after all the hours it\'s been waiting. What a time to come in! Well, and so you went the Guermantes way?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But, Leonie, I supposed you knew,"" Mamma would answer. ""I thought that Françoise had seen us go out by the little gate, through the kitchen-garden.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For there were, in the environs of Combray, two \'ways\' which we used to take for our walks, and so diametrically opposed that we would actually leave the house by a different door, according to the way we had chosen: the way towards Méséglise-la-Vineuse, which we called also \'Swann\'s way,\' because, to get there, one had to pass along the boundary of M. Swann\'s estate, and the \'Guermantes way.\' Of Méséglise-la-Vineuse, to tell the truth, I never knew anything more than the way there, and the strange people who would come over on Sundays to take the air in Combray, people whom, this time, neither my aunt nor any of us would \'know at all,\' and whom we would therefore assume to be \'people who must have come over from Méséglise.\' As for Guermantes, I was to know it well enough one day, but that day had still to come; and, during the whole of my boyhood, if Méséglise was to me something as inaccessible as the horizon, which remained hidden from sight, however far one went, by the folds of a country which no longer bore the least resemblance to the country round Combray; Guermantes, on the other hand, meant no more than the ultimate goal, ideal rather than real, of the \'Guermantes way,\' a sort of abstract geographical term like the North Pole or the Equator. And so to \'take the Guermantes way\' in order to get to Méséglise, or vice versa, would have seemed to me as nonsensical a proceeding as to turn to the east in order to reach the west. Since my father used always to speak of the \'Méséglise way\' as comprising the finest view of a plain that he knew anywhere, and of the \'Guermantes way\' as typical of river scenery, I had invested each of them, by conceiving them in this way as two distinct entities, with that cohesion, that unity which belongs only to the figments of the mind; the smallest detail of either of them appeared to me as a precious thing, which exhibited the special excellence of the whole, while, immediately beside them, in the first stages of our walk, before we had reached the sacred soil of one or the other, the purely material roads, at definite points on which they were set down as the ideal view over a plain and the ideal scenery of a river, were no more worth the trouble of looking at them than, to a keen playgoer and lover of dramatic art, are the little streets which may happen to run past the walls of a theatre. But, above all, I set between them, far more distinctly than the mere distance in miles and yards and inches which separated one from the other, the distance that there was between the two parts of my brain in which I used to think of them, one of those distances of the mind which time serves only to lengthen, which separate things irremediably from one another, keeping them for ever upon different planes. And this distinction was rendered still more absolute because the habit we had of never going both ways on the same day, or in the course of the same walk, but the \'Méséglise way\' one time and the \'Guermantes way\' another, shut them up, so to speak, far apart and unaware of each other\'s existence, in the sealed vessels—between which there could be no communication—of separate afternoons\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When we had decided to go the \'Méséglise way\' we would start without undue haste, and even if the sky were clouded over, since the walk was not very long, and did not take us too far from home, as though we were not going anywhere in particular, by the front-door of my aunt\'s house, which opened on to the Rue du Saint-Esprit. We would be greeted by the gunsmith, we would drop our letters into the box, we would tell Théodore, from Françoise, as we passed, that she had run out of oil or coffee, and we would leave the town by the road which ran along the white fence of M. Swann\'s park. Before reaching it we would be met on our way by the scent of his lilac-trees, come out to welcome strangers. Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white or purple blossom, which glowed, even in the shade, with the sunlight in which they had been bathed. Some of them, half-concealed by the little tiled house, called the Archers\' Lodge, in which Swann\'s keeper lived, overtopped its gothic gable with their rosy minaret. The nymphs of spring would have seemed coarse and vulgar in comparison with these young houris, who retained, in this French garden, the pure and vivid colouring of a Persian miniature. Despite my desire to throw my arms about their pliant forms and to draw down towards me the starry locks that crowned their fragrant heads, we would pass them by without stopping, for my parents had ceased to visit Tansonville since Swann\'s marriage, and, so as not to appear to be looking into his park, we would, instead of taking the road which ran beside its boundary and then climbed straight up to the open fields, choose another way, which led in the same direction, but circuitously, and brought us out rather too far from home\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day my grandfather said to my \'father: ""Don\'t you remember Swann\'s telling us yesterday that his wife and daughter had gone off to Rheims and that he was taking the opportunity of spending a day or two in Paris? We might go along by the park, since the ladies are not at home; that will make it a little shorter.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We stopped for a moment by the fence. Lilac-time was nearly over; some of the trees still thrust aloft, in tall purple chandeliers, their tiny balls of blossom, but in many places among their foliage where, only a week before, they had still been breaking in waves of fragrant foam, these were now spent and shrivelled and discoloured, a hollow scum, dry and scentless. My grandfather pointed out to my father in what respects the appearance of the place was still the same, and how far it had altered since the walk that he had taken with old M. Swann, on the day of his wife\'s death; and he seized the opportunity to tell us, once again, the story of that walk\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In front of us a path bordered with nasturtiums rose in the full glare of the sun towards the house. But to our right the park stretched away into the distance, on level ground. Overshadowed by the tall trees which stood close around it, an \'ornamental water\' had been constructed by Swann\'s parents but, even in his most artificial creations, nature is the material upon which man has to work; certain spots will persist in remaining surrounded by the vassals of their own especial sovereignty, and will raise their immemorial standards among all the \'laid-out\' scenery of a park, just as they would have done far from any human interference, in a solitude which must everywhere return to engulf them, springing up out of the necessities of their exposed position, and superimposing itself upon the work of man\'s hands. And so it was that, at the foot of the path which led down to this artificial lake, there might be seen, in its two tiers woven of trailing forget-me-nots below and of periwinkle flowers above, the natural, delicate, blue garland which binds the luminous, shadowed brows of water-nymphs; while the iris, its swords sweeping every way in regal profusion, stretched out over agrimony and water-growing king-cups the lilied sceptres, tattered glories of yellow and purple, of the kingdom of the lake\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The absence of Mlle. Swann, which—since it preserved me from the terrible risk of seeing her appear on one of the paths, and of being identified and scorned by this so privileged little girl who had Bergotte for a friend and used to go with him to visit cathedrals—made the exploration of Tansonville, now for the first time permitted me, a matter of indifference to myself, seemed however to invest the property, in my grandfather\'s and father\'s eyes, with a fresh and transient charm, and like an entirely cloudless sky when one is going mountaineering to make the day extraordinarily propitious for a walk in this direction; I should have liked to see their reckoning proved false, to see, by a miracle, Mlle. Swann appear, with her father, so close to us that we should not have time to escape, and should therefore be obliged to make her acquaintance. And so, when I suddenly noticed a straw basket lying forgotten on the grass by the side of a line whose float was bobbing in the water, I made a great effort to keep my father and grandfather looking in another direction, away from this sign that she might, after all, be in residence. Still, as Swann had told us that he ought not, really, to go away just then, as he had some people staying in the house, the line might equally belong to one of these guests. Not a footstep was to be heard on any of the paths. Somewhere in one of the tall trees, making a stage in its height, an invisible bird, desperately attempting to make the day seem shorter, was exploring with a long, continuous note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility that, one would have said, it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly. The sunlight fell so implacably from a fixed sky that one was naturally inclined to slip away out of the reach of its attentions, and even the slumbering water, whose repose was perpetually being invaded by the insects that swarmed above its surface, while it dreamed, no doubt, of some imaginary maelstrom, intensified the uneasiness which the sight of that floating cork had wrought in me, by appearing to draw it at full speed across the silent reaches of a mirrored firmament; now almost vertical, it seemed on the point of plunging down out of sight, and I had begun to ask myself whether, setting aside the longing and the terror that I had of making her acquaintance, it was not actually my duty to warn Mlle. Swann that the fish was biting—when I was obliged to run after my father and grandfather, who were calling me, and were surprised that I had not followed them along the little path, climbing up hill towards the open fields, into which they had already turned. I found the whole path throbbing with the fragrance of hawthorn-blossom. The hedge resembled a series of chapels, whose walls were no longer visible under the mountains of flowers that were heaped upon their altars; while underneath, the sun cast a square of light upon the ground, as though it had shone in upon them through a window; the scent that swept out over me from them was as rich, and as circumscribed in its range, as though I had been standing before the Lady-altar, and the flowers, themselves adorned also, held out each its little bunch of glittering stamens with an air of inattention, fine, radiating \'nerves\' in the flamboyant style of architecture, like those which, in church, framed the stair to the rood-loft or closed the perpendicular tracery of the windows, but here spread out into pools of fleshy white, like strawberry-beds in spring. How simple and rustic, in comparison with these, would seem the dog-roses which, in a few weeks\' time, would be climbing the same hillside path in the heat of the sun, dressed in the smooth silk of their blushing pink bodices, which would be undone and scattered by the first breath of wind\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But it was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns, to breathe in, to marshal before my mind which knew not what to make of it, to lose in order to rediscover their invisible and unchanging odour, to absorb myself in the rhythm which disposed their flowers here and there with the light-heartedness of youth, and at intervals as unexpected as certain intervals of music; they offered me an indefinite continuation of the same charm, in an inexhaustible profusion, but without letting me delve into it any more deeply, like those melodies which one can play over a hundred times in succession without coming any nearer to their secret. I turned away from them for a moment so as to be able to return to them with renewed strength. My eyes followed up the slope which, outside the hedge, rose steeply to the fields, a poppy that had strayed and been lost by its fellows, or a few cornflowers that had fallen lazily behind, and decorated the ground here and there with their flowers like the border of a tapestry, in which may be seen at intervals hints of the rustic theme which appears triumphant in the panel itself; infrequent still, spaced apart as the scattered houses which warn us that we are approaching a village, they betokened to me the vast expanse of waving corn beneath the fleecy clouds, and the sight of a single poppy hoisting upon its slender rigging and holding against the breeze its scarlet ensign, over the buoy of rich black earth from which it sprang, made my heart beat as does a wayfarer\'s when he perceives, upon some low-lying ground, an old and broken boat which is being caulked and made seaworthy, and cries out, although he has not yet caught sight of it, ""The Sea!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then I returned to my hawthorns, and stood before them as one stands before those masterpieces of painting which, one imagines, one will be better able to \'take in\' when one has looked away, for a moment, at something else; but in vain did I shape my fingers into a frame, so as to have nothing but the hawthorns before my eyes; the sentiment which they aroused in me remained obscure and vague, struggling and failing to free itself, to float across and become one with the flowers. They themselves offered me no enlightenment, and I could not call upon any other flowers to satisfy this mysterious longing. And then, inspiring me with that rapture which we feel on seeing a work by our favourite painter quite different from any of those that we already know, or, better still, when some one has taken us and set us down in front of a picture of which we have hitherto seen no more than a pencilled sketch, or when a piece of music which we have heard played over on the piano bursts out again in our ears with all the splendour and fullness of an orchestra, my grandfather called me to him, and, pointing to the hedge of Tansonville, said: ""You are fond of hawthorns; just look at this pink one; isn\'t it pretty?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it was indeed a hawthorn, but one whose flowers were pink, and lovelier even than the white. It, too, was in holiday attire, for one of those days which are the only true holidays, the holy days of religion, because they are not appointed by any capricious accident, as secular holidays are appointed, upon days which are not specially ordained for such observances, which have nothing about them that is essentially festal—but it was attired even more richly than the rest, for the flowers which clung to its branches, one above another, so thickly as to leave no part of the tree undecorated, like the tassels wreathed about the crook of a rococo shepherdess, were every one of them \'in colour,\' and consequently of a superior quality, by the aesthetic standards of Combray, to the \'plain,\' if one was to judge by the scale of prices at the \'stores\' in the Square, or at Camus\'s, where the most expensive biscuits were those whose sugar was pink. And for my own part I set a higher value on cream cheese when it was pink, when I had been allowed to tinge it with crushed strawberries. And these flowers had chosen precisely the colour of some edible and delicious thing, or of some exquisite addition to one\'s costume for a great festival, which colours, inasmuch as they make plain the reason for their superiority, are those whose beauty is most evident to the eyes of children, and for that reason must always seem more vivid and more natural than any other tints, even after the child\'s mind has realised that they offer no gratification to the appetite, and have not been selected by the dressmaker. And, indeed, I had felt at once, as I had felt before the white blossom, but now still more marvelling, that it was in no artificial manner, by no device of human construction, that the festal intention of these flowers was revealed, but that it was Nature herself who had spontaneously expressed it with the simplicity of a woman from a village shop, labouring at the decoration of a street altar for some procession by burying the bush in these little rosettes, almost too ravishing in colour, this rustic \'pompadour.\' High up on the branches, like so many of those tiny rose-trees, their pots concealed in jackets of paper lace, whose slender stems rise in a forest from the altar on the greater festivals, a thousand buds were swelling and opening, paler in colour, but each disclosing as it burst, as at the bottom of a cup of pink marble, its blood-red stain, and suggesting even more strongly than the full-blown flowers the special, irresistible quality of the hawthorn-tree, which, wherever it budded, wherever it was about to blossom, could bud and blossom in pink flowers alone. Taking its place in the hedge, but as different from the rest as a young girl in holiday attire among a crowd of dowdy women in everyday clothes, who are staying at home, equipped and ready for the \'Month of Mary,\' of which it seemed already to form a part, it shone and smiled in its cool, rosy garments, a Catholic bush indeed, and altogether delightful\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The hedge allowed us a glimpse, inside the park, of an alley bordered with jasmine, pansies, and verbenas, among which the stocks held open their fresh plump purses, of a pink as fragrant and as faded as old Spanish leather, while on the gravel-path a long watering-pipe, painted green, coiling across the ground, poured, where its holes were, over the flowers whose perfume those holes inhaled, a vertical and prismatic fan of infinitesimal, rainbow-coloured drops. Suddenly I stood still, unable to move, as happens when something appears that requires not only our eyes to take it in, but involves a deeper kind of perception and takes possession of the whole of our being. A little girl, with fair, reddish hair, who appeared to be returning from a walk, and held a trowel in her hand, was looking at us, raising towards us a face powdered with pinkish freckles. Her black eyes gleamed, and as I did not at that time know, and indeed have never since learned how to reduce to its objective elements any strong impression, since I had not, as they say, enough \'power of observation\' to isolate the sense of their colour, for a long time afterwards, whenever I thought of her, the memory of those bright eyes would at once present itself to me as a vivid azure, since her complexion was fair; so much so that, perhaps, if her eyes had not been quite so black—which was what struck one most forcibly on first meeting her—I should not have been, as I was, especially enamoured of their imagined blue\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I gazed at her, at first with that gaze which is not merely a messenger from the eyes, but in whose window all the senses assemble and lean out, petrified and anxious, that gaze which would fain reach, touch, capture, bear off in triumph the body at which it is aimed, and the soul with the body; then so frightened was I lest at any moment my grandfather and father, catching sight of the girl, might tear me away from her, by making me run on in front of them with another, an unconsciously appealing look, whose object was to force her to pay attention to me, to see, to know me. She cast a glance forwards and sideways, so as to take stock of my grandfather and father, and doubtless the impression she formed of them was that we were all absurd people, for she turned away with an indifferent and contemptuous air, withdrew herself so as to spare her face the indignity of remaining within their field of vision; and while they, continuing to walk on without noticing her, had overtaken and passed me, she allowed her eyes to wander, over the space that lay between us, in my direction, without any particular expression, without appearing to have seen me, but with an intensity, a half-hidden smile which I was unable to interpret, according to the instruction I had received in the ways of good breeding, save as a mark of infinite disgust; and her hand, at the same time, sketched in the air an indelicate gesture, for which, when it was addressed in public to a person whom one did not know, the little dictionary of manners which I carried in my mind supplied only one meaning, namely, a deliberate insult\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Gilberte, come along; what are you doing?"" called out in a piercing tone of authority a lady in white, whom I had not seen until that moment, while, a little way beyond her, a gentleman in a suit of linen \'ducks,\' whom I did not know either, stared at me with eyes which seemed to be starting from his head; the little girl\'s smile abruptly faded, and, seizing her trowel, she made off without turning to look again in my direction, with an air of obedience, inscrutable and sly\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so was wafted to my ears the name of Gilberte, bestowed on me like a talisman which might, perhaps, enable me some day to rediscover her whom its syllables had just endowed with a definite personality, whereas, a moment earlier, she had been only something vaguely seen. So it came to me, uttered across the heads of the stocks and jasmines, pungent and cool as the drops which fell from the green watering-pipe; impregnating and irradiating the zone of pure air through which it had passed, which it set apart and isolated from all other air, with the mystery of the life of her whom its syllables designated to the happy creatures that lived and walked and travelled in her company; unfolding through the arch of the pink hawthorn, which opened at the height of my shoulder, the quintessence of their familiarity—so exquisitely painful to myself—with her, and with all that unknown world of her existence, into which I should never penetrate\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For a moment while we moved away, and my grandfather murmured: ""Poor Swann, what a life they are leading him; fancy sending him away so that she can be left alone with her Charlus—for that was Charlus: I recognised him at once! And the child, too; at her age, to be mixed up in all that!"" the impression left on me by the despotic tone in which Gilberte\'s mother had spoken to her, without her replying, by exhibiting her to me as being obliged to yield obedience to some one else, as not being indeed superior to the whole world, calmed my sufferings somewhat, revived some hope in me, and cooled the ardour of my love. But very soon that love surged up again in me like a reaction by which my humiliated heart was endeavouring to rise to Gilberte\'s level, or to draw her down to its own. I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me. I knew her to be so beautiful that I should have liked to be able to retrace my steps so as to shake my fist at her and shout, ""I think you are hideous, grotesque; you are utterly disgusting!"" However, I walked away, carrying with me, then and for ever afterwards, as the first illustration of a type of happiness rendered inaccessible to a little boy of my kind by certain laws of nature which it was impossible to transgress, the picture of a little girl with reddish hair, and a skin freckled with tiny pink marks, who held a trowel in her hand, and smiled as she directed towards me a long and subtle and inexpressive stare. And already the charm with which her name, like a cloud of incense, had filled that archway in the pink hawthorn through which she and I had, together, heard its sound, was beginning to conquer, to cover, to embalm, to beautify everything with which it had any association: her grandparents, whom my own had been so unspeakably fortunate as to know, the glorious profession of a stockholder, even the melancholy neighbourhood of the Champs-Elysées, where she lived in Paris.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Léonie,"" said my grandfather on our return, ""I wish we had had you with us this afternoon. You would never have known Tansonville. If I had had the courage I would have cut you a branch of that pink hawthorn you used to like so much."" And so my grandfather told her the story of our walk, either just to amuse her, or perhaps because there was still some hope that she might be stimulated to rise from her bed and to go out of doors. For in earlier days she had been very fond of Tansonville, and, moreover, Swann\'s visits had been the last that she had continued to receive, at a time when she had already closed her doors to all the world. And just as, when he called, in these later days, to inquire for her and she was still the only person in our household whom he would ask to see, she would send down to say that she was tired at the moment and resting, but that she would be happy to see him another time, so, this evening, she said to my grandfather, ""Yes, some day when the weather is fine I shall go for a drive as far as the gate of the park."" And in saying this she was quite sincere. She would have liked to see Swann and Tansonville again; but the mere wish to do so sufficed for all that remained of her strength, which its fulfilment would have more than exhausted. Sometimes a spell of fine weather made her a little more energetic, she would rise and put on her clothes; but before she had reached the outer room she would be \'tired\' again, and would insist on returning to her bed. The process which had begun in her—and in her a little earlier only than it must come to all of us—was the great and general renunciation which old age makes in preparation for death, the chrysalis stage of life, which may be observed wherever life has been unduly prolonged; even in old lovers who have lived for one another with the utmost intensity of passion, and in old friends bound by the closest ties of mental sympathy, who, after a certain year, cease to make, the necessary journey, or even to cross the street to see one another, cease to correspond, and know well that they will communicate no more in this world. My aunt must have been perfectly well aware that she would not see Swann again, that she would never leave her own house any more, but this ultimate seclusion seemed to be accepted by her with all the more readiness for the very reason which, to our minds, ought to have made it more unbearable; namely, that such a seclusion was forced upon her by the gradual and steady diminution in her strength which she was able to measure daily, which, by making every action, every movement \'tiring\' to her if not actually painful, gave to inaction, isolation and silence the blessed, strengthening and refreshing charm of repose.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My aunt did not go to see the pink hawthorn in the hedge, but at all hours of the day I would ask the rest of my family whether she was not going to go, whether she used not, at one time, to go often to Tansonville, trying to make them speak of Mile. Swann\'s parents and grandparents, who appeared to me to be as great and glorious as gods. The name, which had for me become almost mythological, of Swann—when I talked with my family I would grow sick with longing to hear them utter it; I dared not pronounce it myself, but I would draw them into a discussion of matters which led naturally to Gilberte and her family, in which she was involved, in speaking of which I would feel myself not too remotely banished from her company; and I would suddenly force my father by pretending, for instance, to believe that my grandfather\'s business had been in our family before his day, or that the hedge with the pink hawthorn which my aunt Léonie wished to visit was on common ground to correct my statements, to say, as though in opposition to me and of his own accord: ""No, no, the business belonged to Swann\'s father, that hedge is part of Swann\'s park."" And then I would be obliged to pause for breath; so stifling was the pressure, upon that part of me where it was for ever inscribed, of that name which, at the moment when I heard it, seemed to me fuller, more portentous than any other name, because it was burdened with the weight of all the occasions on which I had secretly uttered it in my mind. It caused me a pleasure which I was ashamed to have dared to demand from my parents, for so great was it that to have procured it for me must have involved them in an immensity of effort, and with no recompense, since for them there was no pleasure in the sound. And so I would prudently turn the conversation. And by a scruple of conscience, also. All the singular seductions which I had stored up in the sound of that word Swann, I found again as soon as it was uttered. And then it occurred to me suddenly that my parents could not fail to experience the same emotions, that they must find themselves sharing my point of view, that they perceived in their turn, that they condoned, that they even embraced my visionary longings, and I was as wretched as though I had ravished and corrupted the innocence of their hearts.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That year my family fixed the day of their return to Paris rather earlier than usual. On the morning of our departure I had had my hair curled, to be ready to face the photographer, had had a new hat carefully set upon my head, and had been buttoned into a velvet jacket; a little later my mother, after searching everywhere for me, found me standing in tears on that steep little hillside close to Tansonville, bidding a long farewell to my hawthorns, clasping their sharp branches to my bosom, and like a princess in a tragedy, oppressed by the weight of all her senseless jewellery with no gratitude towards the officious hand which had, in curling those ringlets, been at pains to collect all my hair upon my forehead; trampling underfoot the curl-papers which I had torn from my head, and my new hat with them. My mother was not at all moved by my tears, but she could not suppress a cry at the sight of my battered headgear and my ruined jacket. I did not, however, hear her. ""Oh, my poor little hawthorns,"" I was assuring them through my sobs, ""it is not you that want to make me unhappy, to force me to leave you. You, you have never done me any harm. So I shall always love you."" And, drying my eyes, I promised them that, when I grew up, I would never copy the foolish example of other men, but that even in Paris, on fine spring days, instead of paying calls and listening to silly talk, I would make excursions into the country to see the first hawthorn-trees in bloom.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Once in the fields we never left them again during the rest of our Méséglise walk. They were perpetually crossed, as though by invisible streams of traffic, by the wind, which was to me the tutelary genius of Combray. Every year, on the day of our arrival, in order to feel that I really was at Combray, I would climb the hill to find it running again through my clothing, and setting me running in its wake. One always had the wind for companion when one went the \'Méséglise way,\' on that swelling plain which stretched, mile beyond mile, without any disturbance of its gentle contour. I knew that Mlle. Swann used often to go and spend a few days at Laon, and, for all that it was many miles away, the distance was obviated by the absence of any intervening obstacle; when, on hot afternoons, I would see a breath of wind emerge from the farthest horizon, bowing the heads of the corn in distant fields, pouring like a flood over all that vast expanse, and finally settling down, warm and rustling, among the clover and sainfoin at my feet, that plain which was common to us both seemed then to draw us together, to unite us; I would imagine that the same breath had passed by her also, that there was some message from her in what it was whispering to me, without my being able to understand it, and I would catch and kiss it as it passed. On my left was a village called Champieu Campus Pagani, according to the Curé. On my right I could see across the cornfields the two crocketed, rustic spires of Saint-André-des-Champs, themselves as tapering, scaly, plated, honeycombed, yellowed, and roughened as two ears of wheat.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At regular intervals, among the inimitable ornamentation of their leaves, which can be mistaken for those of no other fruit-tree, the apple-trees were exposing their broad petals of white satin, or hanging in shy bunches their unopened, blushing buds. It was while going the \'Méséglise way\' that I first noticed the circular shadow which apple-trees cast upon the sunlit ground, and also those impalpable threads of golden silk which the setting sun weaves slantingly downwards from beneath their leaves, and which I would see my father slash through with his stick without ever making them swerve from their straight path.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes in the afternoon sky a white moon would creep up like a little cloud, furtive, without display, suggesting an actress who does not have to \'come on\' for a while, and so goes \'in front\' in her ordinary clothes to watch the rest of the company for a moment, but keeps in the background, not wishing to attract attention to herself. I was glad to find her image reproduced in books and paintings, though these works of art were very different—at least in my earlier years, before Bloch had attuned my eyes and mind to more subtle harmonies—from those in which the moon seems fair to me to-day, but in which I should not have recognised her then. It might be, for instance, some novel by Saintine, some landscape by Gleyre, in which she is cut out sharply against the sky, in the form of a silver sickle, some work as unsophisticated and as incomplete as were, at that date, my own impressions, and which it enraged my grandmother\'s sisters to see me admire. They held that one ought to set before children, and that children shewed their own innate good taste in admiring, only such books and pictures as they would continue to admire when their minds were developed and mature. No doubt they regarded aesthetic values as material objects which an unclouded vision could not fail to discern, without needing to have their equivalent in experience of life stored up and slowly ripening in one\'s heart.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was along the \'Méséglise way,\' at Montjouvain, a house built on the edge of a large pond, and overlooked by a steep, shrub-grown hill, that M. Vinteuil lived. And so we used often to meet his daughter driving her dogcart at full speed along the road. After a certain year we never saw her alone, but always accompanied by a friend, a girl older than herself, with an evil reputation in the neighbourhood, who in the end installed herself permanently, one day, at Montjouvain. People said: ""That poor M. Vinteuil must be blinded by love not to see what everyone is talking about, and to let his daughter—a man who is horrified if you use a word in the wrong sense—bring a woman like that to live under his roof. He says that she is a most superior woman, with a heart of gold, and that she would have shewn extraordinary musical talent if she had only been trained. He may be sure it is not music that she is teaching his daughter."" But M. Vinteuil assured them that it was, and indeed it is remarkable that people never fail to arouse admiration of their normal qualities in the relatives of anyone with whom they are in physical intercourse. Bodily passion, which has been so unjustly decried, compels its victims to display every vestige that is in them of unselfishness and generosity, and so effectively that they shine resplendent in the eyes of all beholders. Dr. Percepied, whose loud voice and bushy eyebrows enabled him to play to his heart\'s content the part of \'double-dealer,\' a part to which he was not, otherwise, adapted, without in the least degree compromising his unassailable and quite unmerited reputation of being a kind-hearted old curmudgeon, could make the Curé and everyone else laugh until they cried by saying in a harsh voice: ""What d\'ye say to this, now? It seems that she plays music with her friend, Mile. Vinteuil. That surprises you, does it? Oh, I know nothing, nothing at all. It was Papa Vinteuil who told me all about it yesterday. After all, she has every right to be fond of music, that girl. I should never dream of thwarting the artistic vocation of a child; nor Vinteuil either, it seems. And then he plays music too, with his daughter\'s friend. Why, gracious heavens, it must be a regular musical box, that house out there! What are you laughing at? I say they\'ve been playing too much music, those people. I met Papa Vinteuil the other day, by the cemetery. It was all he could do to keep on his feet.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Anyone who, like ourselves, had seen M. Vinteuil, about this time, avoiding people whom he knew, and turning away as soon as he caught sight of them, changed in a few months into an old man, engulfed in a sea of sorrows, incapable of any effort not directly aimed at promoting his daughter\'s happiness, spending whole days beside his wife\'s grave, could hardly have failed to realise that he was gradually dying of a broken heart, could hardly have supposed that he paid no attention to the rumours which were going about. He knew, perhaps he even believed, what his neighbours were saying. There is probably no one, however rigid his virtue, who is not liable to find himself, by the complexity of circumstances, living at close quarters with the very vice which he himself has been most outspoken in condemning, without at first recognising it beneath the disguise which it assumes on entering his presence, so as to wound him and to make him suffer; the odd words, the unaccountable attitude, one evening, of a person whom he has a thousand reasons for loving. But for a man of M. Vinteuil\'s sensibility it must have been far more painful than for a hardened man of the world to have to resign himself to one of those situations which are wrongly supposed to occur in Bohemian circles only; for they are produced whenever there needs to establish itself in the security necessary to its development a vice which Nature herself has planted in the soul of a child, perhaps by no more than blending the virtues of its father and mother, as she might blend the colours of their eyes. And yet however much M. Vinteuil may have known of his daughter\'s conduct it did not follow that his adoration of her grew any less. The facts of life do not penetrate to the sphere in which our beliefs are cherished; as it was not they that engendered those beliefs, so they are powerless to destroy them; they can aim at them continual blows of contradiction and disproof without weakening them; and an avalanche of miseries and maladies coming, one after another, without interruption into the bosom of a family, will not make it lose faith in either the clemency of its God or the capacity of its physician. But when M. Vinteuil regarded his daughter and himself from the point of view of the world, and of their reputation, when he attempted to place himself by her side in the rank which they occupied in the general estimation of their neighbours, then he was bound to give judgment, to utter his own and her social condemnation in precisely the terms which the inhabitant of Combray most hostile to him and his daughter would have employed; he saw himself and her in \'low,\' in the very \'lowest water,\' inextricably stranded; and his manners had of late been tinged with that humility, that respect for persons who ranked above him and to whom he must now look up however far beneath him they might hitherto have been, that tendency to search for some means of rising again to their level, which is an almost mechanical result of any human misfortune.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day, when we were walking with Swann in one of the streets of Combray, M. Vinteuil, turning out of another street, found himself so suddenly face to face with us all that he had not time to escape; and Swann, with that almost arrogant charity of a man of the world who, amid the dissolution of all his own moral prejudices, finds in another\'s shame merely a reason for treating him with a friendly benevolence, the outward signs of which serve to enhance and gratify the self-esteem of the bestower because he feels that they are all the more precious to him upon whom they are bestowed, conversed at great length with M. Vinteuil, with whom for a long time he had been barely on speaking terms, and invited him, before leaving us, to send his daughter over, one day, to play at Tansonville. It was an invitation which, two years earlier, would have enraged M. Vinteuil, but which now filled him with so much gratitude that he felt himself obliged to refrain from the indiscretion of accepting. Swann\'s friendly regard for his daughter seemed to him to be in itself so honourable, so precious a support for his cause that he felt it would perhaps be better to make no use of it, so as to have the wholly Platonic satisfaction of keeping it in reserve.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""What a charming man!"" he said to us, after Swann had gone, with the same enthusiasm and veneration which make clever and pretty women of the middle classes fall victims to the physical and intellectual charms of a duchess, even though she be ugly and a fool. ""What a charming man! What a pity that he should have made such a deplorable marriage!""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, so strong an element of hypocrisy is there in even the most sincere of men, who cast off, while they are talking to anyone, the opinion they actually hold of him and will express when he is no longer there, my family joined with M. Vinteuil in deploring Swann\'s marriage, invoking principles and conventions which all the more because they invoked them in common with him, as though we were all thorough good fellows of the same sort they appeared to suggest were in no way infringed at Montjouvain. M. Vinteuil did not send his daughter to visit Swann, an omission which Swann was the first to regret. For constantly, after meeting M. Vinteuil, he would remember that he had been meaning for a long time to ask him about some one of the same name as himself, one of his relatives, Swann supposed. And on this occasion he determined that he would not forget what he had to say to him when M. Vinteuil should appear with his daughter at Tansonville.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Since the \'Méséglise way\' was the shorter of the two that we used to take for our walks round Combray, and for that reason was reserved for days of uncertain weather, it followed that the climate of Méséglise shewed an unduly high rainfall, and we would never lose sight of the fringe of Roussainville wood, so that we could, at any moment, run for shelter beneath its dense thatch of leaves.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return. The brightness, though not the light of day, would then be shut off from a landscape in which all life appeared to be suspended, while the little village of Roussainville carved in relief upon the sky the white mass of its gables, with a startling precision of detail. A gust of wind blew from its perch a rook, which floated away and settled in the distance, while beneath a paling sky the woods on the horizon assumed a deeper tone of blue, as though they were painted in one of those cameos which you still find decorating the walls of old houses.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But on other days would begin to fall the rain, of which we had had due warning from the little barometer-figure which the spectacle-maker hung out in his doorway. Its drops, like migrating birds which fly off in a body at a given moment, would come down out of the sky in close marching order. They would never drift apart, would make no movement at random in their rapid course, but each one, keeping in its place, would draw after it the drop which was following, and the sky would be as greatly darkened as by the swallows flying south. We would take refuge among the trees. And when it seemed that their flight was accomplished, a few last drops, feebler and slower than the rest, would still come down. But we would emerge from our shelter, for the rain was playing a game, now, among the branches, and, even when it was almost dry again underfoot, a stray drop or two, lingering in the hollow of a leaf, would run down and hang glistening from the point of it until suddenly it splashed plump upon our upturned faces from the whole height of the tree.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often, too, we would hurry for shelter, tumbling in among all its stony saints and patriarchs, into the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, How typically French that church was! Over its door the saints, the kings of chivalry with lilies in their hands, the wedding scenes and funerals were carved as they might have been in the mind of Françoise. The sculptor had also recorded certain anecdotes of Aristotle and Virgil, precisely as Françoise in her kitchen would break into speech about Saint Louis as though she herself had known him, generally in order to depreciate, by contrast with him, my grandparents, whom she considered less \'righteous.\' One could see that the ideas which the mediaeval artist and the mediaeval peasant who had survived to cook for us in the nineteenth century had of classical and of early Christian history, ideas whose inaccuracy was atoned for by their honest simplicity, were derived not from books, but from a tradition at once ancient and direct, unbroken, oral, degraded, unrecognisable, and alive. Another Combray person whom I could discern also, potential and typified, in the gothic sculptures of Saint-André-des-Champs was young Théodore, the assistant in Camus\'s shop. And, indeed, Françoise herself was well aware that she had in him a countryman and contemporary, for when my aunt was too ill for Françoise to be able, unaided, to lift her in her bed or to carry her to her chair, rather than let the kitchen-maid come upstairs and, perhaps, \'make an impression\' on my aunt, she would send out for Théodore. And this lad, who was regarded, and quite rightly, in the town as a \'bad character,\' was so abounding in that spirit which had served to decorate the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, and particularly in the feelings of respect due, in Françoise eyes, to all \'poor invalids,\' and, above all, to her own \'poor mistress,\' that he had, when he bent down to raise my aunt\'s head from her pillow, the same air of préraphaélite simplicity and zeal which the little angels in the bas-reliefs wear, who throng, with tapers in their hands, about the deathbed of Our Lady, as though those carved faces of stone, naked and grey like trees in winter, were, like them, asleep only, storing up life and waiting to flower again in countless plebeian faces, reverend and cunning as the face of Théodore, and glowing with the ruddy brilliance of ripe apples.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0There, too, not fastened to the wall like the little angels, but detached from the porch, of more than human stature, erect upon her pedestal as upon a footstool, which had been placed there to save her feet from contact with the wet ground, stood a saint with the full cheeks, the firm breasts which swelled out inside her draperies like a cluster of ripe grapes inside a bag, the narrow forehead, short and stubborn nose, deep-set eyes, and strong, thick-skinned, courageous expression of the country-women of those parts. This similarity, which imparted to the statue itself a kindliness that I had not looked to find in it, was corroborated often by the arrival of some girl from the fields, come, like ourselves, for shelter beneath the porch, whose presence there—as when the leaves of a climbing plant have grown up beside leaves carved in stone—seemed intended by fate to allow us, by confronting it with its type in nature, to form a critical estimate of the truth of the work of art. Before our eyes, in the distance, a promised or an accursed land, Roussainville, within whose walls I had never penetrated, Roussainville was now, when the rain had ceased for us, still being chastised, like a village in the Old Testament, by all the innumerable spears and arrows of the storm, which beat down obliquely upon the dwellings of its inhabitants, or else had already received the forgiveness of the Almighty, Who had restored to it the light of His sun, which fell upon it in rays of uneven length, like the rays of a monstrance upon an altar.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes, when the weather had completely broken, we were obliged to go home and to remain shut up indoors. Here and there, in the distance, in a landscape which, what with the failing light and saturated atmosphere, resembled a seascape rather, a few solitary houses clinging to the lower slopes of a hill whose heights were buried in a cloudy darkness shone out like little boats which had folded their sails and would ride at anchor, all night, upon the sea. But what mattered rain or storm? In summer, bad weather is no more than a passing fit of superficial ill-temper expressed by the permanent, underlying fine weather; a very different thing from the fluid and unstable \'fine weather\' of winter, its very opposite, in fact; for has it not firmly established in the soil, on which it has taken solid form in dense masses of foliage over which the rain may pour in torrents without weakening the resistance offered by their real and lasting happiness hoisted, to keep them flying throughout the season, in the village streets, on the walls of the houses and in their gardens, its silken banners, violet and white. Sitting in the little parlour, where I would pass the time until dinner with a book, I might hear the water dripping from our chestnut-trees, but I would know that the shower would only glaze and brighten the greenness of their thick, crumpled leaves, and that they themselves had undertaken to remain there, like pledges of summer, all through the rainy night, to assure me of the fine weather\'s continuing; it might rain as it pleased, but to-morrow, over the white fence of Tansonville, there would surge and flow, numerous as ever, a sea of little heart-shaped leaves; and without the least anxiety I could watch the poplar in the Rue des Perchamps praying for mercy, bowing in desperation before the storm; without the least anxiety I could hear, at the far end of the garden, the last peals of thunder growling among our lilac-trees.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If the weather was bad all morning, my family would abandon the idea of a walk, and I would remain at home. But, later on, I formed the habit of going out by myself on such days, and walking towards Méséglise-la-Vineuse, during that autumn when we had to come to Combray to settle the division of my aunt Léonie\'s estate; for she had died at last, leaving both parties among her neighbours triumphant in the fact of her demise—those who had insisted that her mode of life was enfeebling and must ultimately kill her, and, equally, those who had always maintained that she suffered from some disease not imaginary, but organic, by the visible proof of which the most sceptical would be obliged to own themselves convinced, once she had succumbed to it; causing no intense grief to any save one of her survivors, but to that one a grief savage in its violence. During the long fortnight of my aunt\'s last illness Françoise never went out of her room for an instant, never took off her clothes, allowed no one else to do anything for my aunt, and did not leave her body until it was actually in its grave. Then, at last, we understood that the sort of terror in which Françoise had lived of my aunt\'s harsh words, her suspicions and her anger, had developed in her a sentiment which we had mistaken for hatred, and which was really veneration and love. Her true mistress, whose decisions it had been impossible to foresee, from whose stratagems it had been so hard to escape, of whose good nature it had been so easy to take advantage, her sovereign, her mysterious and omnipotent monarch was no more. Compared with such a mistress we counted for very little. The time had long passed when, on our first coming to spend our holidays at Combray, we had been of equal importance, in Françoise eyes, with my aunt.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0During that autumn my parents, finding the days so fully occupied with the legal formalities that had to be gone through, and discussions with solicitors and farmers, that they had little time for walks which, as it happened, the weather made precarious, began to let me go, without them, along the \'Méséglise way,\' wrapped up in a huge Highland plaid which protected me from the rain, and which I was all the more ready to throw over my shoulders because I felt that the stripes of its gaudy tartan scandalised Françoise, whom it was impossible to convince that the colour of one\'s clothes had nothing whatever to do with one\'s mourning for the dead, and to whom the grief which we had shewn on my aunt\'s death was wholly unsatisfactory, since we had not entertained the neighbours to a great funeral banquet, and did not adopt a special tone when we spoke of her, while I at times might be heard humming a tune. I am sure that in a book—and to that extent my feelings were closely akin to those of Françoise—such a conception of mourning, in the manner of the Chanson de Roland and of the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, would have seemed most attractive. But the moment that Françoise herself approached, some evil spirit would urge me to attempt to make her angry, and I would avail myself of the slightest pretext to say to her that I regretted my aunt\'s death because she had been a good woman in spite of her absurdities, but not in the least because she was my aunt; that she might easily have been my aunt and yet have been so odious that her death would not have caused me a moment\'s sorrow; statements which, in a book, would have struck me as merely fatuous.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And if Françoise then, inspired like a poet with a flood of confused reflections upon bereavement, grief, and family memories, were to plead her inability to rebut my theories, saying: ""I don\'t know how to espress myself""—I would triumph over her with an ironical and brutal common sense worthy of Dr. Percepied; and if she went on: ""All the same she was a geological relation; there is always the respect due to your geology,"" I would shrug my shoulders and say: ""It is really very good of me to discuss the matter with an illiterate old woman who cannot speak her own language,"" adopting, to deliver judgment on Françoise, the mean and narrow outlook of the pedant, whom those who are most contemptuous of him in the impartiality of their own minds are only too prone to copy when they are obliged to play a part upon the vulgar stage of life.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My walks, that autumn, were all the more delightful because I used to take them after long hours spent over a book. When I was tired of reading, after a whole morning in the house, I would throw my plaid across my shoulders and set out; my body, which in a long spell of enforced immobility had stored up an accumulation of vital energy, was now obliged, like a spinning-top wound and let go, to spend this in every direction. The walls of houses, the Tansonville hedge, the trees of Roussainville wood, the bushes against which Montjouvain leaned its back, all must bear the blows of my walking-stick or umbrella, must hear my shouts of happiness, blows and shouts being indeed no more than expressions of the confused ideas which exhilarated me, and which, not being developed to the point at which they might rest exposed to the light of day, rather than submit to a slow and difficult course of elucidation, found it easier and more pleasant to drift into an immediate outlet. And so it is that the bulk of what appear to be the emotional renderings of our inmost sensations do no more than relieve us of the burden of those sensations by allowing them to escape from us in an indistinct form which does not teach us how it should be interpreted. When I attempt to reckon up all that I owe to the \'Méséglise way,\' all the humble discoveries of which it was either the accidental setting or the direct inspiration and cause, I am reminded that it was in that same autumn, on one of those walks, near the bushy precipice which guarded Montjouvain from the rear, that I was struck for the first time by this lack of harmony between our impressions and their normal forms of expression. After an hour of rain and wind, against which I had put up a brisk fight, as I came to the edge of the Montjouvain pond, and reached a little hut, roofed with tiles, in which M. Vinteuil\'s gardener kept his tools, the sun shone out again, and its golden rays, washed clean by the shower, blazed once more in the sky, on the trees, on the wall of the hut, and on the still wet tiles of the roof, which had a chicken perching upon its ridge. The wind pulled out sideways the wild grass that grew in the wall, and the chicken\'s downy feathers, both of which things let themselves float upon the wind\'s breath to their full extent, with the unresisting submissiveness of light and lifeless matter. The tiled roof cast upon the pond, whose reflections were now clear again in the sunlight, a square of pink marble, the like of which I had never observed before. And, seeing upon the water, where it reflected the wall, a pallid smile responding to the smiling sky, I cried aloud in my enthusiasm, brandishing my furled umbrella: ""Damn, damn, damn, damn!"" But at the same time I felt that I was in duty bound not to content myself with these unilluminating words, but to endeavour to see more clearly into the sources of my enjoyment.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it was at that moment, too—thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already, but more so when he nearly received my umbrella in his face, and who replied without any cordiality to my ""Fine day, what! good to be out walking!""—that I learned that identical emotions do not spring up in the hearts of all men simultaneously, by a pre-established order. Later on I discovered that, whenever I had read for too long and was in a mood for conversation, the friend to whom I would be burning to say something would at that moment have finished indulging himself in the delights of conversation, and wanted nothing now but to be left to read undisturbed. And if I had been thinking with affection of my parents, and forming the most sensible and proper plans for giving them pleasure, they would have been using the same interval of time to discover some misdeed that I had already forgotten, and would begin to scold me severely, just as I flung myself upon them with a kiss.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes to the exhilaration which I derived from being alone would be added an alternative feeling, so that I could not be clear in my mind to which I should give the casting vote; a feeling stimulated by the desire to see rise up before my eyes a peasant-girl whom I might clasp in my arms. Coming abruptly, and without giving me time to trace it accurately to its source among so many ideas of a very different kind, the pleasure which accompanied this desire seemed only a degree superior to what was given me by my other thoughts. I found an additional merit in everything that was in my mind at the moment, in the pink reflection of the tiled roof, the wild grass in the wall, the village of Roussainville into which I had long desired to penetrate, the trees of its wood and the steeple of its church, created in them by this fresh emotion which made them appear more desirable only because I thought it was they that had provoked it, and which seemed only to wish to bear me more swiftly towards them when it filled my sails with a potent, unknown, and propitious breeze. But if this desire that a woman should appear added for me something more exalting than the charms of nature, they in their turn enlarged what I might, in the woman\'s charm, have found too much restricted. It seemed to me that the beauty of the trees was hers also, and that, as for the spirit of those horizons, of the village of Roussainville, of the books which I was reading that year, it was her kiss which would make me master of them all; and, my imagination drawing strength from contact with my sensuality, my sensuality expanding through all the realms of my imagination, my desire had no longer any bounds. Moreover—just as in moments of musing contemplation of nature, the normal actions of the mind being suspended, and our abstract ideas of things set on one side, we believe with the profoundest faith in the originality, in the individual existence of the place in which we may happen to be—the passing figure which my desire evoked seemed to be not any one example of the general type of \'woman,\' but a necessary and natural product of the soil. For at that time everything which was not myself, the earth and the creatures upon it, seemed to me more precious, more important, endowed with a more real existence than they appear to full-grown men. And between the earth and its creatures I made no distinction. I had a desire for a peasant-girl from Méséglise or Roussainville, for a fisher-girl from Balbec, just as I had a desire for Balbec and Méséglise. The pleasure which those girls were empowered to give me would have seemed less genuine, I should have had no faith in it any longer, if I had been at liberty to modify its conditions as I chose. To meet in Paris a fisher-girl from Balbec or a peasant-girl from Méséglise would have been like receiving the present of a shell which I had never seen upon the beach, or of a fern which I had never found among the woods, would have stripped from the pleasure which she was about to give me all those other pleasures in the thick of which my imagination had enwrapped her. But to wander thus among the woods of Roussainville without a peasant-girl to embrace was to see those woods and yet know nothing of their secret treasure, their deep-hidden beauty. That girl whom I never saw save dappled with the shadows of their leaves, was to me herself a plant of local growth, only taller than the rest, and one whose structure would enable me to approach more closely than in them to the intimate savour of the land from which she had sprung. I could believe this all the more readily and also that the caresses by which she would bring that savour to my senses were themselves of a particular kind, yielding a pleasure which I could never derive from any but herself since I was still, and must for long remain, in that period of life when one has not yet separated the fact of this sensual pleasure from the various women in whose company one has tasted it, when one has not reduced it to a general idea which makes one regard them thenceforward as the variable instruments of a pleasure that is always the same. Indeed, that pleasure does not exist, isolated and formulated in the consciousness, as the ultimate object with which one seeks a woman\'s company, or as the cause of the uneasiness which, in anticipation, one then feels. Hardly even does one think of oneself, but only how to escape from oneself. Obscurely awaited, immanent and concealed, it rouses to such a paroxysm, at the moment when at last it makes itself felt, those other pleasures which we find in the tender glance, in the kiss of her who is by our side, that it seems to us, more than anything else, a sort of transport of gratitude for the kindness of heart of our companion and for her touching predilection of ourselves, which we measure by the benefits, by the happiness that she showers upon us.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas, it was in vain that I implored the dungeon-keep of Roussainville, that I begged it to send out to meet me some daughter of its village, appealing to it as to the sole confidant to whom I had disclosed my earliest desire when, from the top floor of our house at Combray, from the little room that smelt of orris-root, I had peered out and seen nothing but its tower, framed in the square of the half-opened window, while, with the heroic scruples of a traveller setting forth for unknown climes, or of a desperate wretch hesitating on the verge of self-destruction, faint with emotion, I explored, across the bounds of my own experience, an untrodden path which, I believed, might lead me to my death, even—until passion spent itself and left me shuddering among the sprays of flowering currant which, creeping in through the window, tumbled all about my body. In vain I called upon it now. In vain I compressed the whole landscape into my field of vision, draining it with an exhaustive gaze which sought to extract from it a female creature. I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably have met, had I been with my grandfather, and so unable to engage her in conversation. I would fix my eyes, without limit of time, upon the trunk of a distant tree, from behind which she must appear and spring towards me; my closest scrutiny left the horizon barren as before; night was falling; without any hope now would I concentrate my attention, as though to force up out of it the creatures which it must conceal, upon that sterile soil, that stale and outworn land; and it was no longer in lightness of heart, but with sullen anger that I aimed blows at the trees of Roussainville wood, from among which no more living creatures made their appearance than if they had been trees painted on the stretched canvas background of a panorama, when, unable to resign myself to having to return home without having held in my arms the woman I so greatly desired, I was yet obliged to retrace my steps towards Combray, and to admit to myself that the chance of her appearing in my path grew smaller every moment. And if she had appeared, would I have dared to speak to her? I felt that she would have regarded me as mad, for I no longer thought of those desires which came to me on my walks, but were never realized, as being shared by others, or as having any existence apart from myself. They seemed nothing more now than the purely subjective, impotent, illusory creatures of my temperament. They were in no way connected now with nature, with the world of real things, which from now onwards lost all its charm and significance, and meant no more to my life than a purely conventional framework, just as the action of a novel is framed in the railway carriage, on a seat of which a traveller is reading it to pass the time.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it is perhaps from another impression which I received at Mont-jouvain, some years later, an impression which at that time was without meaning, that there arose, long afterwards, my idea of that cruel side of human passion called \'sadism.\' We shall see, in due course, that for quite another reason the memory of this impression was to play an important part in my life. It was during a spell of very hot weather; my parents, who had been obliged to go away for the whole day, had told me that I might stay out as late as I pleased; and having gone as far as the Montjouvain pond, where I enjoyed seeing again the reflection of the tiled roof of the hut, I had lain down in the shade and gone to sleep among the bushes on the steep slope that rose up behind the house, just where I had waited for my parents, years before, one day when they had gone to call on M. Vinteuil. It was almost dark when I awoke, and I wished to rise and go away, but I saw Mile. Vinteuil or thought, at least, that I recognised her, for I had not seen her often at Combray, and then only when she was still a child, whereas she was now growing into a young woman, who probably had just come in, standing in front of me, and only a few feet away from me, in that room in which her father had entertained mine, and which she had now made into a little sitting-room for herself. The window was partly open; the lamp was lighted; I could watch her every movement without her being able to see me; but, had I gone away, I must have made a rustling sound among the bushes, she would have heard me, and might have thought that I had been hiding there in order to spy upon her.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She was in deep mourning, for her father had but lately died. We had not gone to see her; my mother had not cared to go, on account of that virtue which alone in her fixed any bounds to her benevolence—namely, modesty; but she pitied the girl from the depths of her heart. My mother had not forgotten the sad end of M. Vinteuil\'s life, his complete absorption, first in having to play both mother and nursery-maid to his daughter, and, later, in the suffering which she had caused him; she could see the tortured expression which was never absent from the old man\'s face in those terrible last years; she knew that he had definitely abandoned the task of transcribing in fair copies the whole of his later work, the poor little pieces, we imagined, of an old music-master, a retired village organist, which, we assumed, were of little or no value in themselves, though we did not despise them, because they were of such great value to him and had been the chief motive of his life before he sacrificed them to his daughter; pieces which, being mostly not even written down, but recorded only in his memory, while the rest were scribbled on loose sheets of paper, and quite illegible, must now remain unknown for ever; my mother thought, also, of that other and still more cruel renunciation to which M. Vinteuil had been driven, that of seeing the girl happily settled, with an honest and respectable future; when she called to mind all this utter and crushing misery that had come upon my aunts\' old music-master, she was moved to very real grief, and shuddered to think of that other grief, so different in its bitterness, which Mlle. Vinteuil must now be feeling, tinged with remorse at having virtually killed her father. ""Poor M. Vinteuil,"" my mother would say, ""he lived for his daughter, and now he has died for her, without getting his reward. Will he get it now, I wonder, and in what form? It can only come to him from her.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the far end of Mlle. Vinteuil\'s sitting-room, on the mantelpiece, stood a small photograph of her father which she went briskly to fetch, just as the sound of carriage wheels was heard from the road outside, then flung herself down on a sofa and drew close beside her a little table on which she placed the photograph, just as, long ago, M. Vinteuil had \'placed\' beside him the piece of music which he would have liked to play over to my parents. And then her friend came in. Mlle. Vinteuil greeted her without rising, clasping her hands behind her head, and drew her body to one side of the sofa, as though to \'make room.\' But no sooner had she done this than she appeared to feel that she was perhaps suggesting a particular position to her friend, with an emphasis which might well be regarded as importunate. She thought that her friend would prefer, no doubt, to sit down at some distance from her, upon a chair; she felt that she had been indiscreet; her sensitive heart took fright; stretching herself out again over the whole of the sofa, she closed her eyes and began to yawn, so as to indicate that it was a desire to sleep, and that alone, which had made her lie down there. Despite the rude and hectoring familiarity with which she treated her companion I could recognise in her the obsequious and reticent advances, the abrupt scruples and restraints which had characterised her father. Presently she rose and came to the window, where she pretended to be trying to close the shutters and not succeeding.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Leave them open,"" said her friend. ""I am hot.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""But it\'s too dreadful! People will see us,"" Mlle. Vinteuil answered. And then she guessed, probably, that her friend would think that she had uttered these words simply in order to provoke a reply in certain other words, which she seemed, indeed, to wish to hear spoken, but, from prudence, would let her friend be the first to speak. And so, although I could not see her face clearly enough, I am sure that the expression must have appeared on it which my grandmother had once found so delightful, when she hastily went on: ""When I say \'see us\' I mean, of course, see us reading. It\'s so dreadful to think that in every trivial little thing you do some one may be overlooking you.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0With the instinctive generosity of her nature, a courtesy beyond her control, she refrained from uttering the studied words which, she had felt, were indispensable for the full realisation of her desire. And perpetually, in the depths of her being, a shy and suppliant maiden would kneel before that other element, the old campaigner, battered but triumphant, would intercede with him and oblige him to retire.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh, yes, it is so extremely likely that people are looking at us at this time of night in this densely populated district!"" said her friend, with bitter irony. ""And what if they are?"" she went on, feeling bound to annotate with a malicious yet affectionate wink these words which she was repeating, out of good nature, like a lesson prepared beforehand which, she knew, it would please Mlle. Vinteuil to hear. ""And what if they are? All the better that they should see us.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mlle. Vinteuil shuddered and rose to her feet. In her sensitive and scrupulous heart she was ignorant what words ought to flow, spontaneously, from her lips, so as to produce the scene for which her eager senses clamoured. She reached out as far as she could across the limitations of her true character to find the language appropriate to a vicious young woman such as she longed to be thought, but the words which, she imagined, such a young woman might have uttered with sincerity sounded unreal in her own mouth. And what little she allowed herself to say was said in a strained tone, in which her ingrained timidity paralysed her tendency to freedom and audacity of speech; while she kept on interrupting herself with: ""You\'re sure you aren\'t cold? You aren\'t too hot? You don\'t want to sit and read by yourself?...\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Your ladyship\'s thoughts seem to be rather \'warm\' this evening,"" she concluded, doubtless repeating a phrase which she had heard used, on some earlier occasion, by her friend.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend\'s sudden kiss; she gave a little scream and ran away; and then they began to chase one another about the room, scrambling over the furniture, their wide sleeves fluttering like wings, clucking and crowing like a pair of amorous fowls. At last Mlle. Vinteuil fell down exhausted upon the sofa, where she was screened from me by the stooping body of her friend. But the latter now had her back turned to the little table on which the old music-master\'s portrait had been arranged. Mlle. Vinteuil realised that her friend would not see it unless her attention were drawn to it, and so exclaimed, as if she herself had just noticed it for the first time: ""Oh! there\'s my father\'s picture looking at us; I can\'t think who can have put it there; I\'m sure I\'ve told them twenty times, that is not the proper place for it.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I remembered the words that M. Vinteuil had used to my parents in apologising for an obtrusive sheet of music. This photograph was, of course, in common use in their ritual observances, was subjected to daily profanation, for the friend replied in words which were evidently a liturgical response: ""Let him stay there. He can\'t trouble us any longer. D\'you think he\'d start whining, d\'you think he\'d pack you out of the house if he could see you now, with the window open, the ugly old monkey?""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To which Mlle. Vinteuil replied, ""Oh, please!""—a gentle reproach which testified to the genuine goodness of her nature, not that it was prompted by any resentment at hearing her father spoken of in this fashion for that was evidently a feeling which she had trained herself, by a long course of sophistries, to keep in close subjection at such moments, but rather because it was the bridle which, so as to avoid all appearance of egotism, she herself used to curb the gratification which her friend was attempting to procure for her. It may well have been, too, that the smiling moderation with which she faced and answered these blasphemies, that this tender and hypocritical rebuke appeared to her frank and generous nature as a particularly shameful and seductive form of that criminal attitude towards life which she was endeavouring to adopt. But she could not resist the attraction of being treated with affection by a woman who had just shewn herself so implacable towards the defenceless dead; she sprang on to the knees of her friend and held out a chaste brow to be kissed; precisely as a daughter would have done to her mother, feeling with exquisite joy that they would thus, between them, inflict the last turn of the screw of cruelty, in robbing M. Vinteuil, as though they were actually rifling his tomb, of the sacred rights of fatherhood. Her friend took the girl\'s head in her hands and placed a kiss on her brow with a docility prompted by the real affection she had for Mlle. Vinteuil, as well as by the desire to bring what distraction she could into the dull and melancholy life of an orphan.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Do you know what I should like to do to that old horror?"" she said, taking up the photograph. She murmured in Mlle. Vinteuil\'s ear something that I could not distinguish.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Oh! You would never dare.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0""Not dare to spit on it? On that?"" shouted the friend with deliberate brutality.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I heard no more, for Mlle. Vinteuil, who now seemed weary, awkward, preoccupied, sincere, and rather sad, came back to the window and drew the shutters close; but I knew now what was the reward that M. Vinteuil, in return for all the suffering that he had endured in his lifetime, on account of his daughter, had received from her after his death.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And yet I have since reflected that if M. Vinteuil had been able to be present at this scene, he might still, and in spite of everything, have continued to believe in his daughter\'s soundness of heart, and that he might even, in so doing, have been not altogether wrong. It was true that in all Mlle. Vinteuil\'s actions the appearance of evil was so strong and so consistent that it would have been hard to find it exhibited in such completeness save in what is nowadays called a \'sadist\'; it is behind the footlights of a Paris theatre, and not under the homely lamp of an actual country house, that one expects to see a girl leading her friend on to spit upon the portrait of a father who has lived and died for nothing and no one but herself; and when we find in real life a desire for melodramatic effect, it is generally the \'sadic\' instinct that is responsible for it. It is possible that, without being in the least inclined towards \'sadism,\' a girl might have shewn the same outrageous cruelty as Mlle. Vinteuil in desecrating the memory and defying the wishes of her dead father, but she would not have given them deliberate expression in an act so crude in its symbolism, so lacking in subtlety; the criminal element in her behaviour would have been less evident to other people, and even to herself, since she would not have admitted to herself that she was doing wrong. But, appearances apart, in Mlle. Vinteuil\'s soul, at least in the earlier stages, the evil element was probably not unmixed. A \'sadist\' of her kind is an artist in evil, which a wholly wicked person could not be, for in that case the evil would not have been external, it would have seemed quite natural to her, and would not even have been distinguishable from herself; and as for virtue, respect for the dead, filial obedience, since she would never have practised the cult of these things, she would take no impious delight in their profanation. \'Sadists\' of Mlle. Vinteuil\'s sort are creatures so purely sentimental, so virtuous by nature, that even sensual pleasure appears to them as something bad, a privilege reserved for the wicked. And when they allow themselves for a moment to enjoy it they endeavour to impersonate, to assume all the outward appearance of wicked people, for themselves and their partners in guilt, so as to gain the momentary illusion of having escaped beyond the control of their own gentle and scrupulous natures into the inhuman world of pleasure. And I could understand how she must have longed for such an escape when I realised that it was impossible for her to effect it. At the moment when she wished to be thought the very antithesis of her father, what she at once suggested to me were the mannerisms, in thought and speech, of the poor old music-master. Indeed, his photograph was nothing; what she really desecrated, what she corrupted into ministering to her pleasures, but what remained between them and her and prevented her from any direct enjoyment of them, was the likeness between her face and his, his mother\'s blue eyes which he had handed down to her, like some trinket to be kept in the family, those little friendly movements and inclinations which set up between the viciousness of Mlle. Vinteuil and herself a phraseology, a mentality not designed for vice, which made her regard it as not in any way different from the numberless little social duties and courtesies to which she must devote herself every day. It was not evil that gave her the idea of pleasure, that seemed to her attractive; it was pleasure, rather, that seemed evil. And as, every time that she indulged in it, pleasure came to her attended by evil thoughts such as, ordinarily, had no place in her virtuous mind, she came at length to see in pleasure itself something diabolical, to identify it with Evil. Perhaps Mlle. Vinteuil felt that at heart her friend was not altogether bad, not really sincere when she gave vent to those blasphemous utterances. At any rate, she had the pleasure of receiving those kisses on her brow, those smiles, those glances; all feigned, perhaps, but akin in their base and vicious mode of expression to those which would have been discernible on the face of a creature formed not out of kindness and long-suffering, but out of self-indulgence and cruelty. She was able to delude herself for a moment into believing that she was indeed amusing herself in the way in which, with so unnatural an accomplice, a girl might amuse herself who really did experience that savage antipathy towards her father\'s memory. Perhaps she would not have thought of wickedness as a state so rare, so abnormal, so exotic, one which it was so refreshing to visit, had she been able to distinguish in herself, as in all her fellow-men and women, that indifference to the sufferings which they cause which, whatever names else be given it, is the one true, terrible and lasting form of cruelty.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If the \'Méséglise way\' was so easy, it was a very different matter when we took the \'Guermantes way,\' for that meant a long walk, and we must make sure, first, of the weather. When we seemed to have entered upon a spell of fine days, when Françoise, in desperation that not a drop was falling upon the \'poor crops,\' gazing up at the sky and seeing there only a little white cloud floating here and there upon its calm, azure surface, groaned aloud and exclaimed: ""You would say they were nothing more nor less than a lot of dogfish swimming about and sticking up their snouts! Ah, they never think of making it rain a little for the poor labourers! And then when the corn is all ripe, down it will come, rattling all over the place, and think no more of where it is falling than if it was on the sea!""—when my father\'s appeals to the gardener had met with the same encouraging answer several times in succession, then some one would say, at dinner: ""To-morrow, if the weather holds, we might go the Guermantes way."" And off we would set, immediately after luncheon, through the little garden gate which dropped us into the Rue des Perchamps, narrow and bent at a sharp angle, dotted with grass-plots over which two or three wasps would spend the day botanising, a street as quaint as its name, from which its odd characteristics and its personality were, I felt, derived; a street for which one might search in vain through the Combray of to-day, for the public school now rises upon its site. But in my dreams of Combray like those architects, pupils of Viollet-le-Duc, who, fancying that they can detect, beneath a Renaissance rood-loft and an eighteenth-century altar, traces of a Norman choir, restore the whole church to the state in which it probably was in the twelfth century I leave not a stone of the modern edifice standing, I pierce through it and \'restore\' the Rue des Perchamps. And for such reconstruction memory furnishes me with more detailed guidance than is generally at the disposal of restorers; the pictures which it has preserved—perhaps the last surviving in the world to-day, and soon to follow the rest into oblivion—of what Combray looked like in my childhood\'s days; pictures which, simply because it was the old Combray that traced their outlines upon my mind before it vanished, are as moving—if I may compare a humble landscape with those glorious works, reproductions of which my grandmother was so fond of bestowing on me—as those old engravings of the \'Cenacolo,\' or that painting by Gentile Bellini, in which one sees, in a state in which they no longer exist, the masterpiece of Leonardo and the portico of Saint Mark\'s.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We would pass, in the Rue de l\'Oiseau, before the old hostelry of the Oiseau Flesché, into whose great courtyard, once upon a time, would rumble the coaches of the Duchesses de Montpensier, de Guermantes, and de Montmorency, when they had to come down to Combray for some litigation with their farmers, or to receive homage from them. We would come at length to the Mall, among whose treetops I could distinguish the steeple of Saint-Hilaire. And I should have liked to be able to sit down and spend the whole day there, reading and listening to the bells, for it was so charming there and so quiet that, when an hour struck, you would have said not that it broke in upon the calm of the day, but that it relieved the day of its superfluity, and that the steeple, with the indolent, painstaking exactitude of a person who has nothing else to do, had simply, in order to squeeze out and let fall the few golden drops which had slowly and naturally accumulated in the hot sunlight, pressed, at a given moment, the distended surface of the silence.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The great charm of the \'Guermantes\' way was that we had beside us, almost all the time, the course of the Vivonne. We crossed it first, ten minutes after leaving the house, by a foot-bridge called the Pont-Vieux. And every year, when we arrived at Combray, on Easter morning, after the sermon, if the weather was fine, I would run there to see amid all the disorder that prevails on the morning of a great festival, the gorgeous preparations for which make the everyday household utensils that they have not contrived to banish seem more sordid than ever the river flowing past, sky-blue already between banks still black and bare, its only companions a clump of daffodils, come out before their time, a few primroses, the first in flower, while here and there burned the blue flame of a violet, its stem bent beneath the weight of the drop of perfume stored in its tiny horn. The Pont-Vieux led to a tow-path which, at this point, would be overhung in summer by the bluish foliage of a hazel, under which a fisherman in a straw hat seemed to have taken root. At Combray, where I knew everyone, and could always detect the blacksmith or grocer\'s boy through his disguise of a beadle\'s uniform or chorister\'s surplice, this fisherman was the only person whom I was never able to identify. He must have known my family, for he used to raise his hat when we passed; and then I would always be just on the point of asking his name, when some one would make a sign to me to be quiet, or I would frighten the fish. We would follow the tow-path which ran along the top of a steep bank, several feet above the stream. The ground on the other side was lower, and stretched in a series of broad meadows as far as the village and even to the distant railway-station. Over these were strewn the remains, half-buried in the long grass, of the castle of the old Counts of Combray, who, during the Middle Ages, had had on this side the course of the Vivonne as a barrier and defence against attack from the Lords of Guermantes and Abbots of Martinville. Nothing was left now but a few stumps of towers, hummocks upon the broad surface of the fields, hardly visible, broken battlements over which, in their day, the bowmen had hurled down stones, the watchmen had gazed out over Novepont, Clairefontaine, Martinville-le-Sec, Bailleau-l\'Exempt, fiefs all of them of Guermantes, a ring in which Combray was locked; but fallen among the grass now, levelled with the ground, climbed and commanded by boys from the Christian Brothers\' school, who came there in their playtime, or with lesson-books to be conned; emblems of a past that had sunk down and well-nigh vanished under the earth, that lay by the water\'s edge now, like an idler taking the air, yet giving me strong food for thought, making the name of Combray connote to me not the little town of to-day only, but an historic city vastly different, seizing and holding my imagination by the remote, incomprehensible features which it half-concealed beneath a spangled veil of buttercups. For the buttercups grew past numbering on this spot which they had chosen for their games among the grass, standing singly, in couples, in whole companies, yellow as the yolk of eggs, and glowing with an added lustre, I felt, because, being powerless to consummate with my palate the pleasure which the sight of them never failed to give me, I would let it accumulate as my eyes ranged over their gilded expanse, until it had acquired the strength to create in my mind a fresh example of absolute, unproductive beauty; and so it had been from my earliest childhood, when from the tow-path I had stretched out my arms towards them, before even I could pronounce their charming name—a name fit for the Prince in some French fairy-tale; colonists, perhaps, in some far distant century from Asia, but naturalised now for ever in the village, well satisfied with their modest horizon, rejoicing in the sunshine and the water\'s edge, faithful to their little glimpse of the railway-station; yet keeping, none the less, as do some of our old paintings, in their plebeian simplicity, a poetic scintillation from the golden East.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I would amuse myself by watching the glass jars which the boys used to lower into the Vivonne, to catch minnows, and which, filled by the current of the stream, in which they themselves also were enclosed, at once \'containers\' whose transparent sides were like solidified water and \'contents\' plunged into a still larger container of liquid, flowing crystal, suggested an image of coolness more delicious and more provoking than the same water in the same jars would have done, standing upon a table laid for dinner, by shewing it as perpetually in flight between the impalpable water, in which my hands could not arrest it, and the insoluble glass, in which my palate could not enjoy it. I decided that I would come there again with a line and catch fish; I begged for and obtained a morsel of bread from our luncheon basket; and threw into the Vivonne pellets which had the power, it seemed, to bring about a chemical precipitation, for the water at once grew solid round about them in oval clusters of emaciated tadpoles, which until then it had, no doubt, been holding in solution, invisible, but ready and alert to enter the stage of crystallisation.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Presently the course of the Vivonne became choked with water-plants. At first they appeared singly, a lily, for instance, which the current, across whose path it had unfortunately grown, would never leave at rest for a moment, so that, like a ferry-boat mechanically propelled, it would drift over to one bank only to return to the other, eternally repeating its double journey. Thrust towards the bank, its stalk would be straightened out, lengthened, strained almost to breaking-point until the current again caught it, its green moorings swung back over their anchorage and brought the unhappy plant to what might fitly be called its starting-point, since it was fated not to rest there a moment before moving off once again. I would still find it there, on one walk after another, always in the same helpless state, suggesting certain victims of neurasthenia, among whom my grandfather would have included my aunt Léonie, who present without modification, year after year, the spectacle of their odd and unaccountable habits, which they always imagine themselves to be on the point of shaking off, but which they always retain to the end; caught in the treadmill of their own maladies and eccentricities, their futile endeavours to escape serve only to actuate its mechanism, to keep in motion the clockwork of their strange, ineluctable, fatal daily round. Such as these was the water-lily, and also like one of those wretches whose peculiar torments, repeated indefinitely throughout eternity, aroused the curiosity of Dante, who would have inquired of them at greater length and in fuller detail from the victims themselves, had not Virgil, striding on ahead, obliged him to hasten after him at full speed, as I must hasten after my parents.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But farther on the current slackened, where the stream ran through a property thrown open to the public by its owner, who had made a hobby of aquatic gardening, so that the little ponds into which the Vivonne was here diverted were aflower with water-lilies. As the banks at this point were thickly wooded, the heavy shade of the trees gave the water a background which was ordinarily dark green, although sometimes, when we were coming home on a calm evening after a stormy afternoon, I have seen in its depths a clear, crude blue that was almost violet, suggesting a floor of Japanese cloisonné. Here and there, on the surface, floated, blushing like a strawberry, the scarlet heart of a lily set in a ring of white petals.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Beyond these the flowers were more frequent, but paler, less glossy, more thickly seeded, more tightly folded, and disposed, by accident, in festoons so graceful that I would fancy I saw floating upon the stream, as though after the dreary stripping of the decorations used in some Watteau festival, moss-roses in loosened garlands. Elsewhere a corner seemed to be reserved for the commoner kinds of lily; of a neat pink or white like rocket-flowers, washed clean like porcelain, with housewifely care; while, a little farther again, were others, pressed close together in a floating garden-bed, as though pansies had flown out of a garden like butterflies and were hovering with blue and burnished wings over the transparent shadowiness of this watery border; this skiey border also, for it set beneath the flowers a soil of a colour more precious, more moving than their own; and both in the afternoon, when it sparkled beneath the lilies in the kaleidoscope of a happiness silent, restless, and alert, and towards evening, when it was filled like a distant heaven with the roseate dreams of the setting sun, incessantly changing and ever remaining in harmony, about the more permanent colour of the flowers themselves, with the utmost profundity, evanescence, and mystery—with a quiet suggestion of infinity; afternoon or evening, it seemed to have set them flowering in the heart of the sky.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0After leaving this park the Vivonne began to flow again more swiftly. How often have I watched, and longed to imitate, when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had shipped his oars and lay stretched out on his back, his head down, in the bottom of his boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky which slipped quietly above him, shewing upon his features a foretaste of happiness and peace\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We would sit down among the irises at the water\'s edge. In the holiday sky a lazy cloud streamed out to its full length. Now and then, crushed by the burden of idleness, a carp would heave up out of the water, with an anxious gasp. It was time for us to feed. Before starting homewards we would sit for a long time there, eating fruit and bread and chocolate, on the grass, over which came to our ears, horizontal, faint, but solid still and metallic, the sound of the bells of Saint-Hilaire, which had melted not at all in the atmosphere it was so well accustomed to traverse, but, broken piecemeal by the successive palpitation of all their sonorous strokes, throbbed as it brushed the flowers at our feet.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes, at the water\'s edge and embedded in trees, we would come upon a house of the kind called \'pleasure houses,\' isolated and lost, seeing nothing of the world, save the river which bathed its feet. A young woman, whose pensive face and fashionable veils did not suggest a local origin, and who had doubtless come there, in the popular phrase, \'to bury herself,\' to taste the bitter sweetness of feeling that her name, and still more the name of him whose heart she had once held, but had been unable to keep, were unknown there, stood framed in a window from which she had no outlook beyond the boat that was moored beside her door. She raised her eyes with an air of distraction when she heard, through the trees that lined the bank, the voices of passers-by of whom, before they came in sight, she might be certain that never had they known, nor would they know, the faithless lover, that nothing in their past lives bore his imprint, which nothing in their future would have occasion to receive. One felt that in her renunciation of life she had willingly abandoned those places in which she would at least have been able to see him whom she loved, for others where he had never trod. And I watched her, as she returned from some walk along a road where she had known that he would not appear, drawing from her submissive fingers long gloves of a precious, useless charm.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Never, in the course of our walks along the \'Guermantes way,\' might we penetrate as far as the source of the Vivonne, of which I had often thought, which had in my mind so abstract, so ideal an existence, that I had been as much surprised when some one told me that it was actually to be found in the same department, and at a given number of miles from Combray, as I had been on the day when I had learned that there was another fixed point somewhere on the earth\'s surface, where, according to the ancients, opened the jaws of Hell. Nor could we ever reach that other goal, to which I longed so much to attain, Guermantes itself. I knew that it was the residence of its proprietors, the Duc and Duchesse de Guermantes, I knew that they were real personages who did actually exist, but whenever I thought about them I pictured them to myself either in tapestry, as was the \'Coronation of Esther\' which hung in our church, or else in changing, rainbow colours, as was Gilbert the Bad in his window, where he passed from cabbage green, when I was dipping my fingers in the holy water stoup, to plum blue when I had reached our row of chairs, or again altogether impalpable, like the image of Geneviève de Brabant, ancestress of the Guermantes family, which the magic lantern sent wandering over the curtains of my room or flung aloft upon the ceiling—in short, always wrapped in the mystery of the Merovingian age, and bathed, as in a sunset, in the orange light which glowed from the resounding syllable \'antes.\' And if, in spite of that, they were for me, in their capacity as a duke and a duchess, real people, though of an unfamiliar kind, this ducal personality was in its turn enormously distended, immaterialised, so as to encircle and contain that Guermantes of which they were duke and duchess, all that sunlit \'Guermantes way\' of our walks, the course of the Vivonne, its water-lilies and its overshadowing trees, and an endless series of hot summer afternoons. And I knew that they bore not only the titles of Duc and Duchesse de Guermantes, but that since the fourteenth century, when, after vain attempts to conquer its earlier lords in battle, they had allied themselves by marriage, and so became Counts of Combray, the first citizens, consequently, of the place, and yet the only ones among its citizens who did not reside in it—Comtes de Combray, possessing Combray, threading it on their string of names and titles, absorbing it in their personalities, and illustrating, no doubt, in themselves that strange and pious melancholy which was peculiar to Combray; proprietors of the town, though not of any particular house there; dwelling, presumably, out of doors, in the street, between heaven and earth, like that Gilbert de Guermantes, of whom I could see, in the stained glass of the apse of Saint-Hilaire, only the \'other side\' in dull black lacquer, if I raised my eyes to look for him, when I was going to Camus\'s for a packet of salt.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then it happened that, going the \'Guermantes way,\' I passed occasionally by a row of well-watered little gardens, over whose hedges rose clusters of dark blossom. I would stop before them, hoping to gain some precious addition to my experience, for I seemed to have before my eyes a fragment of that riverside country which I had longed so much to see and know since coming upon a description of it by one of my favourite authors. And it was with that story-book land, with its imagined soil intersected by a hundred bubbling watercourses, that Guermantes, changing its form in my mind, became identified, after I heard Dr. Percepied speak of the flowers and the charming rivulets and fountains that were to be seen there in the ducal park. I used to dream that Mme. de Guermantes, taking a sudden capricious fancy for myself, invited me there, that all day long she stood fishing for trout by my side. And when evening came, holding my hand in her own, as we passed by the little gardens of her vassals, she would point out to me the flowers that leaned their red and purple spikes along the tops of the low walls, and would teach me all their names. She would make me tell her, too, all about the poems that I meant to compose. And these dreams reminded me that, since I wished, some day, to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write. But as soon as I asked myself the question, and tried to discover some subjects to which I could impart a philosophical significance of infinite value, my mind would stop like a clock, I would see before me vacuity, nothing, would feel either that I was wholly devoid of talent, or that, perhaps, a malady of the brain was hindering its development. Sometimes I would depend upon my father\'s arranging everything for me. He was so powerful, in such favour with the people who \'really counted,\' that he made it possible for us to transgress laws which Françoise had taught me to regard as more ineluctable than the laws of life and death, as when we were allowed to postpone for a year the compulsory repainting of the walls of our house, alone among all the houses in that part of Paris, or when he obtained permission from the Minister for Mme. Sazerat\'s son, who had been ordered to some watering-place, to take his degree two months before the proper time, among the candidates whose surnames began with \'A,\' instead of having to wait his turn as an \'S.\' If I had fallen seriously ill, if I had been captured by brigands, convinced that my father\'s understanding with the supreme powers was too complete, that his letters of introduction to the Almighty were too irresistible for my illness or captivity to turn out anything but vain illusions, in which there was no danger actually threatening me, I should have awaited with perfect composure the inevitable hour of my return to comfortable realities, of my deliverance from bondage or restoration to health. Perhaps this want of talent, this black cavity which gaped in my mind when I ransacked it for the theme of my future writings, was itself no more, either, than an unsubstantial illusion, and would be brought to an end by the intervention of my father, who would arrange with the Government and with Providence that I should be the first writer of my day. But at other times, while my parents were growing impatient at seeing me loiter behind instead of following them, my actual life, instead of seeming an artificial creation by my father, and one which he could modify as he chose, appeared, on the contrary, to be comprised in a larger reality which had not been created for my benefit, from whose judgments there was no appeal, in the heart of which I was bound, helpless, without friend or ally, and beyond which no further possibilities lay concealed. It was evident to me then that I existed in the same manner as all other men, that I must grow old, that I must die like them, and that among them I was to be distinguished merely as one of those who have no aptitude for writing. And so, utterly despondent, I renounced literature for ever, despite the encouragements that had been given me by Bloch. This intimate, spontaneous feeling, this sense of the nullity of my intellect, prevailed against all the flattering speeches that might be lavished upon me, as a wicked man, when everyone is loud in the praise of his good deeds, is gnawed by the secret remorse of conscience.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day my mother said: ""You are always talking about Mme. de Guermantes. Well, Dr. Percepied did a great deal for her when she was ill, four years ago, and so she is coming to Combray for his daughter\'s wedding. You will be able to see her in church."" It was from Dr. Percepied, as it happened, that I had heard most about Mme. de Guermantes, and he had even shewn us the number of an illustrated paper in which she was depicted in the costume which she had worn at a fancy dress ball given by the Princesse de Léon.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly, during the nuptial mass, the beadle, by moving to one side, enabled me to see, sitting in a chapel, a lady with fair hair and a large nose, piercing blue eyes, a billowy scarf of mauve silk, glossy and new and brilliant, and a little spot at the corner of her nose. And because on the surface of her face, which was red, as though she had been very warm, I could make out, diluted and barely perceptible, details which resembled the portrait that had been shewn to me; because, more especially, the particular features which I remarked in this lady, if I attempted to catalogue them, formulated themselves in precisely the same terms:—a large nose, blue eyes, as Dr. Percepied had used when describing in my presence the Duchesse de Guermantes, I said to myself: ""This lady is like the Duchesse de Guermantes."" Now the chapel from which she was following the service was that of Gilbert the Bad; beneath its flat tombstones, yellowed and bulging like cells of honey in a comb, rested the bones of the old Counts of Brabant; and I remembered having heard it said that this chapel was reserved for the Guermantes family, whenever any of its members came to attend a ceremony at Combray; there was, indeed, but one woman resembling the portrait of Mme. de Guermantes who on that day, the very day on which she was expected to come there, could be sitting in that chapel: it was she! My disappointment was immense. It arose from my not having borne in mind, when I thought of Mme. de Guermantes, that I was picturing her to myself in the colours of a tapestry or a painted window, as living in another century, as being of another substance than the rest of the human race. Never had I taken into account that she might have a red face, a mauve scarf like Mme. Sazerat; and the oval curve of her cheeks reminded me so strongly of people whom I had seen at home that the suspicion brushed against my mind though it was immediately banished that this lady in her creative principle, in the molecules of her physical composition, was perhaps not substantially the Duchesse de Guermantes, but that her body, in ignorance of the name that people had given it, belonged to a certain type of femininity which included, also, the wives of doctors and tradesmen. ""It is, it must be Mme. de Guermantes, and no one else!"" were the words underlying the attentive and astonished expression with which I was gazing upon this image, which, naturally enough, bore no resemblance to those that had so often, under the same title of \'Mme. de Guermantes,\' appeared to me in dreams, since this one had not been, like the others, formed arbitrarily by myself, but had sprung into sight for the first time, only a moment ago, here in church; an image which was not of the same nature, was not colourable at will, like those others that allowed themselves to imbibe the orange tint of a sonorous syllable, but which was so real that everything, even to the fiery little spot at the corner of her nose, gave an assurance of her subjection to the laws of life, as in a transformation scene on the stage a crease in the dress of a fairy, a quivering of her tiny finger, indicate the material presence of a living actress before our eyes, whereas we were uncertain, till then, whether we were not looking merely at a projection of limelight from a lantern.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile I was endeavouring to apply to this image, which the prominent nose, the piercing eyes pinned down and fixed in my field of vision perhaps because it was they that had first struck it, that had made the first impression on its surface, before I had had time to wonder whether the woman who thus appeared before me might possibly be Mme. de Guermantes, to this fresh and unchanging image the idea: ""It is Mme. de Guermantes""; but I succeeded only in making the idea pass between me and the image, as though they were two discs moving in separate planes, with a space between. But this Mme. de Guermantes of whom I had so often dreamed, now that I could see that she had a real existence independent of myself, acquired a fresh increase of power over my imagination, which, paralysed for a moment by contact with a reality so different from anything that it had expected, began to react and to say within me: ""Great and glorious before the days of Charlemagne, the Guermantes had the right of life and death over their vassals; the Duchesse de Guermantes descends from Geneviève de Brabant. She does not know, nor would she consent to know, any of the people who are here to-day.""\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then—oh, marvellous independence of the human gaze, tied to the human face by a cord so loose, so long, so elastic that it can stray, alone, as far as it may choose—while Mme. de Guermantes sat in the chapel above the tombs of her dead ancestors, her gaze lingered here and wandered there, rose to the capitals of the pillars, and even rested upon myself, like a ray of sunlight straying down the nave, but a ray of sunlight which, at the moment when I received its caress, appeared conscious of where it fell. As for Mme. de Guermantes herself, since she remained there motionless, sitting like a mother who affects not to notice the rude or awkward conduct of her children who, in the course of their play, are speaking to people whom she does not know, it was impossible for me to determine whether she approved or condemned the vagrancy of her eyes in the careless detachment of her heart.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt it to be important that she should not leave the church before I had been able to look long enough upon her, reminding myself that for years past I had regarded the sight of her as a thing eminently to be desired, and I kept my eyes fixed on her, as though by gazing at her I should be able to carry away and incorporate, to store up, for later reference, in myself the memory of that prominent nose, those red cheeks, of all those details which struck me as so much precious, authentic, unparalleled information with regard to her face. And now that, whenever I brought my mind to bear upon that face—and especially, perhaps, in my determination, that form of the instinct of self-preservation with which we guard everything that is best in ourselves, not to admit that I had been in any way deceived—I found only beauty there; setting her once again since they were one and the same person, this lady who sat before me and that Duchesse de Guermantes whom, until then, I had been used to conjure into an imagined shape apart from and above that common run of humanity with which the sight, pure and simple, of her in the flesh had made me for a moment confound her, I grew indignant when I heard people saying, in the congregation round me: ""She is better looking than Mme. Sazerat"" or ""than Mlle. Vinteuil,"" as though she had been in any way comparable with them. And my gaze resting upon her fair hair, her blue eyes, the lines of her neck, and overlooking the features which might have reminded me of the faces of other women, I cried out within myself, as I admired this deliberately unfinished sketch: ""How lovely she is! What true nobility! it is indeed a proud Guermantes, the descendant of Geneviève de Brabant, that I have before me!"" And the care which I took to focus all my attention upon her face succeeded in isolating it so completely that to-day, when I call that marriage ceremony to mind, I find it impossible to visualise any single person who was present except her, and the beadle who answered me in the affirmative when I inquired whether the lady was, indeed, Mme. de Guermantes. But her, I can see her still quite clearly, especially at the moment when the procession filed into the sacristy, lighted by the intermittent, hot sunshine of a windy and rainy day, where Mme. de Guermantes found herself in the midst of all those Combray people whose names, even, she did not know, but whose inferiority proclaimed her own supremacy so loud that she must, in return, feel for them a genuine, pitying sympathy, and whom she might count on impressing even more forcibly by virtue of her simplicity and natural charm. And then, too, since she could not bring into play the deliberate glances, charged with a definite meaning, which one directs, in a crowd, towards people whom one knows, but must allow her vague thoughts to escape continually from her eyes in a flood of blue light which she was powerless to control, she was anxious not to distress in any way, not to seem to be despising those humbler mortals over whom that current flowed, by whom it was everywhere arrested. I can see again to-day, above her mauve scarf, silky and buoyant, the gentle astonishment in her eyes, to which she had added, without daring to address it to anyone in particular, but so that everyone might enjoy his share of it, the almost timid smile of a sovereign lady who seems to be making an apology for her presence among the vassals whom she loves. This smile rested upon myself, who had never ceased to follow her with my eyes. And I, remembering the glance which she had let fall upon me during the service, blue as a ray of sunlight that had penetrated the window of Gilbert the Bad, said to myself, ""Of course, she is thinking about me."" I fancied that I had found favour in her sight, that she would continue to think of me after she had left the church, and would, perhaps, grow pensive again, that evening, at Guermantes, on my account. And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that she looks on us with contempt, as I supposed Mlle. Swann to have done, while we imagine that she cannot ever be ours, it is enough, also, sometimes that she looks on us kindly, as Mme. de Guermantes did then, while we think of her as almost ours already. Her eyes waxed blue as a periwinkle flower, wholly beyond my reach, yet dedicated by her to me; and the sun, bursting out again from behind a threatening cloud and darting the full force of its rays on to the Square and into the sacristy, shed a geranium glow over the red carpet laid down for the wedding, along which Mme. de Guermantes smilingly advanced, and covered its woollen texture with a nap of rosy velvet, a bloom of light, giving it that sort of tenderness, of solemn sweetness in the pomp of a joyful celebration, which characterises certain pages of Lohengrin, certain paintings by Carpaccio, and makes us understand how Baudelaire was able to apply to the sound of the trumpet the epithet \'delicious.\'\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0How often, after that day, in the course of my walks along the \'Guermantes way,\' and with what an intensified melancholy did I reflect on my lack of qualification for a literary career, and that I must abandon all hope of ever becoming a famous author. The regret that I felt for this, while I lingered alone to dream for a little by myself, made me suffer so acutely that, in order not to feel it, my mind of its own accord, by a sort of inhibition in the instant of pain, ceased entirely to think of verse-making, of fiction, of the poetic future on which my want of talent precluded me from counting. Then, quite apart from all those literary preoccupations, and without definite attachment to anything, suddenly a roof, a gleam of sunlight reflected from a stone, the smell of a road would make me stop still, to enjoy the special pleasure that each of them gave me, and also because they appeared to be concealing, beneath what my eyes could see, something which they invited me to approach and seize from them, but which, despite all my efforts, I never managed to discover. As I felt that the mysterious object was to be found in them, I would stand there in front of them, motionless, gazing, breathing, endeavouring to penetrate with my mind beyond the thing seen or smelt. And if I had then to hasten after my grandfather, to proceed on my way, I would still seek to recover my sense of them by closing my eyes; I would concentrate upon recalling exactly the line of the roof, the colour of the stone, which, without my being able to understand why, had seemed to me to be teeming, ready to open, to yield up to me the secret treasure of which they were themselves no more than the outer coverings. It was certainly not any impression of this kind that could or would restore the hope I had lost of succeeding one day in becoming an author and poet, for each of them was associated with some material object devoid of any intellectual value, and suggesting no abstract truth. But at least they gave me an unreasoning pleasure, the illusion of a sort of fecundity of mind; and in that way distracted me from the tedium, from the sense of my own impotence which I had felt whenever I had sought a philosophic theme for some great literary work. So urgent was the task imposed on my conscience by these impressions of form or perfume or colour—to strive for a perception of what lay hidden beneath them, that I was never long in seeking an excuse which would allow me to relax so strenuous an effort and to spare myself the fatigue that it involved. As good luck would have it, my parents called me; I felt that I had not, for the moment, the calm environment necessary for a successful pursuit of my researches, and that it would be better to think no more of the matter until I reached home, and not to exhaust myself in the meantime to no purpose. And so I concerned myself no longer with the mystery that lay hidden in a form or a perfume, quite at ease in my mind, since I was taking it home with me, protected by its visible and tangible covering, beneath which I should find it still alive, like the fish which, on days when I had been allowed to go out fishing, I used to carry back in my basket, buried in a couch of grass which kept them cool and fresh. Once in the house again I would begin to think of something else, and so my mind would become littered as my room was with the flowers that I had gathered on my walks, or the odds and ends that people had given me with a stone from the surface of which the sunlight was reflected, a roof, the sound of a bell, the smell of fallen leaves, a confused mass of different images, under which must have perished long ago the reality of which I used to have some foreboding, but which I never had the energy to discover and bring to light. Once, however, when we had prolonged our walk far beyond its ordinary limits, and so had been very glad to encounter, half way home, as afternoon darkened into evening, Dr. Percepied, who drove past us at full speed in his carriage, saw and recognised us, stopped, and made us jump in beside him, I received an impression of this sort which I did not abandon without having first subjected it to an examination a little more thorough. I had been set on the box beside the coachman, we were going like the wind because the Doctor had still, before returning to Combray, to call at Martinville-le-Sec, at the house of a patient, at whose door he asked us to wait for him. At a bend in the road I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other, when I caught sight of the twin steeples of Martinville, on which the setting sun was playing, while the movement of the carriage and the windings of the road seemed to keep them continually changing their position; and then of a third steeple, that of Vieuxvicq, which, although separated from them by a hill and a valley, and rising from rather higher ground in the distance, appeared none the less to be standing by their side.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In ascertaining and noting the shape of their spires, the changes of aspect, the sunny warmth of their surfaces, I felt that I was not penetrating to the full depth of my impression, that something more lay behind that mobility, that luminosity, something which they seemed at once to contain and to conceal.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The steeples appeared so distant, and we ourselves seemed to come so little nearer them, that I was astonished when, a few minutes later, we drew up outside the church of Martinville. I did not know the reason for the pleasure which I had found in seeing them upon the horizon, and the business of trying to find out what that reason was seemed to me irksome; I wished only to keep in reserve in my brain those converging lines, moving in the sunshine, and, for the time being, to think of them no more. And it is probable that, had I done so, those two steeples would have vanished for ever, in a great medley of trees and roofs and scents and sounds which I had noticed and set apart on account of the obscure sense of pleasure which they gave me, but without ever exploring them more fully. I got down from the box to talk to my parents while we were waiting for the Doctor to reappear. Then it was time to start; I climbed up again to my place, turning my head to look back, once more, at my steeples, of which, a little later, I caught a farewell glimpse at a turn in the road. The coachman, who seemed little inclined for conversation, having barely acknowledged my remarks, I was obliged, in default of other society, to fall back on my own, and to attempt to recapture the vision of my steeples. And presently their outlines and their sunlit surface, as though they had been a sort of rind, were stripped apart; a little of what they had concealed from me became apparent; an idea came into my mind which had not existed for me a moment earlier, framed itself in words in my head; and the pleasure with which the first sight of them, just now, had filled me was so much enhanced that, overpowered by a sort of intoxication, I could no longer think of anything but them. At this point, although we had now travelled a long way from Martinville, I turned my head and caught sight of them again, quite black this time, for the sun had meanwhile set. Every few minutes a turn in the road would sweep them out of sight; then they shewed themselves for the last time, and so I saw them no more.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Without admitting to myself that what lay buried within the steeples of Martinville must be something analogous to a charming phrase, since it was in the form of words which gave me pleasure that it had appeared to me, I borrowed a pencil and some paper from the Doctor, and composed, in spite of the jolting of the carriage, to appease my conscience and to satisfy my enthusiasm, the following little fragment, which I have since discovered, and now reproduce, with only a slight revision here and there.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alone, rising from the level of the plain, and seemingly lost in that expanse of open country, climbed to the sky the twin steeples of Martinville. Presently we saw three: springing into position confronting them by a daring volt, a third, a dilatory steeple, that of Vieuxvicq, was come to join them. The minutes passed, we were moving rapidly, and yet the three steeples were always a long way ahead of us, like three birds perched upon the plain, motionless and conspicuous in the sunlight. Then the steeple of Vieuxvicq withdrew, took its proper distance, and the steeples of Martinville remained alone, gilded by the light of the setting sun, which, even at that distance, I could see playing and smiling upon their sloped sides. We had been so long in approaching them that I was thinking of the time that must still elapse before we could reach them when, of a sudden, the carriage, having turned a corner, set us down at their feet; and they had flung themselves so abruptly in our path that we had barely time to stop before being dashed against the porch of the church.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We resumed our course; we had left Martinville some little time, and the village, after accompanying us for a few seconds, had already disappeared, when, lingering alone on the horizon to watch our flight, its steeples and that of Vieuxvicq waved once again, in token of farewell, their sun-bathed pinnacles. Sometimes one would withdraw, so that the other two might watch us for a moment still; then the road changed direction, they veered in the light like three golden pivots, and vanished from my gaze. But, a little later, when we were already close to Combray, the sun having set meanwhile, I caught sight of them for the last time, far away, and seeming no more now than three flowers painted upon the sky above the low line of fields. They made me think, too, of three maidens in a legend, abandoned in a solitary place over which night had begun to fall; and while we drew away from them at a gallop, I could see them timidly seeking their way, and, after some awkward, stumbling movements of their noble silhouettes, drawing close to one another, slipping one behind another, shewing nothing more, now, against the still rosy sky than a single dusky form, charming and resigned, and so vanishing in the night.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I never thought again of this page, but at the moment when, on my corner of the box-seat, where the Doctor\'s coachman was in the habit of placing, in a hamper, the fowls which he had bought at Martinville market, I had finished writing it, I found such a sense of happiness, felt that it had so entirely relieved my mind of the obsession of the steeples, and of the mystery which they concealed, that, as though I myself were a hen and had just laid an egg, I began to sing at the top of my voice.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All day long, during these walks, I had been able to muse upon the pleasure that there would be in the friendship of the Duchesse de Guermantes, in fishing for trout, in drifting by myself in a boat on the Vivonne; and, greedy for happiness, I asked nothing more from life, in such moments, than that it should consist always of a series of joyous afternoons. But when, on our way home, I had caught sight of a farm, on the left of the road, at some distance from two other farms which were themselves close together, and from which, to return to Combray, we need only turn down an avenue of oaks, bordered on one side by a series of orchard-closes, each one planted at regular intervals with apple-trees which cast upon the ground, when they were lighted by the setting sun, the Japanese stencil of their shadows; then, sharply, my heart would begin to beat, I would know that in half an hour we should be at home, and that there, as was the rule on days when we had taken the \'Guermantes way\' and dinner was, in consequence, served later than usual, I should be sent to bed as soon as I had swallowed my soup, so that my mother, kept at table, just as though there had been company to dinner, would not come upstairs to say good night to me in bed. The zone of melancholy which I then entered was totally distinct from that other zone, in which I had been bounding for joy a moment earlier, just as sometimes in the sky a band of pink is separated, as though by a line invisibly ruled, from a band of green or black. You may see a bird flying across the pink; it draws near the border-line, touches it, enters and is lost upon the black. The longings by which I had just now been absorbed, to go to Guermantes, to travel, to live a life of happiness—I was now so remote from them that their fulfilment would have afforded me no pleasure. How readily would I have sacrificed them all, just to be able to cry, all night long, in the arms of Mamma! Shuddering with emotion, I could not take my agonised eyes from my mother\'s face, which was not to appear that evening in the bedroom where I could see myself already lying, in imagination; and wished only that I were lying dead. And this state would persist until the morrow, when, the rays of morning leaning their bars of light, as the gardener might lean his ladder, against the wall overgrown with nasturtiums, which clambered up it as far as my window-sill, I would leap out of bed to run down at once into the garden, with no thought of the fact that evening must return, and with it the hour when I must leave my mother. And so it was from the \'Guermantes way\' that I learned to distinguish between these states which reigned alternately in my mind, during certain periods, going so far as to divide every day between them, each one returning to dispossess the other with the regularity of a fever and ague: contiguous, and yet so foreign to one another, so devoid of means of communication, that I could no longer understand, or even picture to myself, in one state what I had desired or dreaded or even done in the other.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0So the \'Méséglise way\' and the \'Guermantes way\' remain for me linked with many of the little incidents of that one of all the divers lives along whose parallel lines we are moved, which is the most abundant in sudden reverses of fortune, the richest in episodes; I mean the life of the mind. Doubtless it makes in us an imperceptible progress, and the truths which have changed for us its meaning and its aspect, which have opened new paths before our feet, we had for long been preparing for their discovery; but that preparation was unconscious; and for us those truths date only from the day, from the minute when they became apparent. The flowers which played then among the grass, the water which rippled past in the sunshine, the whole landscape which served as environment to their apparition lingers around the memory of them still with its unconscious or unheeding air; and, certainly, when they were slowly scrutinised by this humble passer-by, by this dreaming child—as the face of a king is scrutinised by a petitioner lost in the crowd—that scrap of nature, that corner of a garden could never suppose that it would be thanks to him that they would be elected to survive in all their most ephemeral details; and yet the scent of hawthorn which strays plundering along the hedge from which, in a little while, the dog-roses will have banished it, a sound of footsteps followed by no echo, upon a gravel path, a bubble formed at the side of a waterplant by the current, and formed only to burst—my exaltation of mind has borne them with it, and has succeeded in making them traverse all these successive years, while all around them the one-trodden ways have vanished, while those who thronged those ways, and even the memory of those who thronged those trodden ways, are dead. Sometimes the fragment of landscape thus transported into the present will detach itself in such isolation from all associations that it floats uncertainly upon my mind, like a flowering isle of Delos, and I am unable to say from what place, from what time—perhaps, quite simply, from which of my dreams—it comes. But it is pre-eminently as the deepest layer of my mental soil, as firm sites on which I still may build, that I regard the Méséglise and Guermantes \'ways.\' It is because I used to think of certain things, of certain people, while I was roaming along them, that the things, the people which they taught me to know, and these alone, I still take seriously, still give me joy. Whether it be that the faith which creates has ceased to exist in me, or that reality will take shape in the memory alone, the flowers that people shew me nowadays for the first time never seem to me to be true flowers. The \'Méséglise way\' with its lilacs, its hawthorns, its cornflowers, its poppies, its apple-trees, the \'Guermantes way\' with its river full of tadpoles, its water-lilies, and its buttercups have constituted for me for all time the picture of the land in which I fain would pass my life, in which my only requirements are that I may go out fishing, drift idly in a boat, see the ruins of a gothic fortress in the grass, and find hidden among the cornfields—as Saint-André-des-Champs lay hidden—an old church, monumental, rustic, and yellow like a mill-stone; and the cornflowers, the hawthorns, the apple-trees which I may happen, when I go walking, to encounter in the fields, because they are situated at the same depth, on the level of my past life, at once establish contact with my heart. And yet, because there is an element of individuality in places, when I am seized with a desire to see again the \'Guermantes way,\' it would not be satisfied were I led to the banks of a river in which were lilies as fair, or even fairer than those in the Vivonne, any more than on my return home in the evening, at the hour when there awakened in me that anguish which, later on in life, transfers itself to the passion of love, and may even become its inseparable companion, I should have wished for any strange mother to come in and say good night to me, though she were far more beautiful and more intelligent than my own. No: just as the one thing necessary to send me to sleep contented in that untroubled peace which no mistress, in later years, has ever been able to give me, since one has doubts of them at the moment when one believes in them, and never can possess their hearts as I used to receive, in her kiss, the heart of my mother, complete, without scruple or reservation, unburdened by any liability save to myself was that it should be my mother who came, that she should incline towards me that face on which there was, beneath her eye, something that was, it appears, a blemish, and which I loved as much as all the rest—so what I want to see again is the \'Guermantes way\' as I knew it, with the farm that stood a little apart from the two neighbouring farms, pressed so close together, at the entrance to the oak avenue; those meadows upon whose surface, when it is polished by the sun to the mirroring radiance of a lake, are outlined the leaves of the apple-trees; that whole landscape whose individuality sometimes, at night, in my dreams, binds me with a power that is almost fantastic, of which I can discover no trace when I awake.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0No doubt, by virtue of having permanently and indissolubly combined in me groups of different impressions, for no reason save that they had made me feel several separate things at the same time, the Méséglise and Guermantes \'ways\' left me exposed, in later life, to much disillusionment, and even to many mistakes. For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that person recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom; and I have been led to believe, and to make some one else believe in an aftermath of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel. But by the same qualities, and by their persistence in those of my impressions, to-day, to which they can find an attachment, the two \'ways\' give to those impressions a foundation, depth, a dimension lacking from the rest. They invest them, too, with a charm, a significance which is for me alone. When, on a summer evening, the resounding sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is along the \'Méséglise way\' that my fancy strays alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of falling rain, the odour of invisible and persistent lilac-trees.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so I would often lie until morning, dreaming of the old days at Combray, of my melancholy and wakeful evenings there; of other days besides, the memory of which had been more lately restored to me by the taste—by what would have been called at Combray the \'perfume\'—-of a cup of tea; and, by an association of memories, of a story which, many years after I had left the little place, had been told me of a love affair in which Swann had been involved before I was born; with that accuracy of detail which it is easier, often, to obtain when we are studying the lives of people who have been dead for centuries than when we are trying to chronicle those of our own most intimate friends, an accuracy which it seems as impossible to attain as it seemed impossible to speak from one town to another, before we learned of the contrivance by which that impossibility has been overcome. All these memories, following one after another, were condensed into a single substance, but had not so far coalesced that I could not discern between the three strata, between my oldest, my instinctive memories, those others, inspired more recently by a taste or \'perfume,\' and those which were actually the memories of another, from whom I had acquired them at second hand—no fissures, indeed, no geological faults, but at least those veins, those streaks of colour which in certain rocks, in certain marbles, point to differences of origin, age, and formation.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It is true that, when morning drew near, I would long have settled the brief uncertainty of my waking dream, I would know in what room I was actually lying, would have reconstructed it round about me in the darkness, and—fixing my orientation by memory alone, or with the assistance of a feeble glimmer of light at the foot of which I placed the curtains and the window—would have reconstructed it complete and with its furniture, as an architect and an upholsterer might do, working upon an original, discarded plan of the doors and windows; would have replaced the mirrors and set the chest-of-drawers on its accustomed site. \'But scarcely had daylight itself—and no longer the gleam from a last, dying ember on a brass curtain-rod, which I had mistaken for daylight—traced across the darkness, as with a stroke of chalk across a blackboard, its first white correcting ray, when the window, with its curtains, would leave the frame of the doorway, in which I had erroneously placed it, while, to make room for it, the writing-table, which my memory had clumsily fixed where the window ought to be, would hurry off at full speed, thrusting before it the mantelpiece, and sweeping aside the wall of the passage; the well of the courtyard would be enthroned on the spot where, a moment earlier, my dressing-room had lain, and the dwelling-place which I had built up for myself in the darkness would have gone to join all those other dwellings of which I had caught glimpses from the whirlpool of awakening; put to flight by that pale sign traced above my window-curtains by the uplifted forefinger of day.Embed', 'default'",1 -4587,Busta_Rhymes_feat_Pharrell___Light_Your_Ass_On_Fire,sad,"""Light Your Ass on Fire [Intro: Pharrell Williams]\nWhat you say your name was?\nWell, um, lookin' real sexy right now\nYou and your girls are lookin' good\nLook, why don't y'all take off y'all jackets?\nWhat's your name, baby? Word? Okay\nTell your friend right here, this, this my man Busta\n\n[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]\nHa, I know you starving for this shit\nBaby, I'm feelin' your hunger\nI'm so clean, call a nigga Felix Ungar\nSo what if I said it? Baby, I'm still gon' tell ya\nI hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma\nListen, it's Busta Rhymes, bitch, I ain't never fail ya\nYour ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm\nSee, the police gon' jail ya\nFor walkin' around with the kind of ass that'll kill ya now\nDon't worry 'bout it, I got money to bail ya\nShorty stackin' like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya\nHeadboard bang, bump the side of ya head\nWatch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm\nNow what you do to the dread? Baby, your ass really changed\nWhat he initially said, because a nigga dead\nBut fuck 'em, 'c-c-c-cause now we vibin' and talkin' and shit\nI love to hear your ass go ga-ga-goon when you walkin' and shit\n[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nI'll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I'll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\n\n[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]\nBust it, baby, I know you probably really\nNeed a tablecloth to cover yo' ass\nDiggin' in your pocket while you're rubbin' yo ass\nShit so big, just put the club in yo' ass\nPrep the H2, park it right in front of yo' ass\nI see your little gap between your cunt and yo' ass\nAnd make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt with yo' ass\nI'm sayin', hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash\nThe way they ass wiggles, see I got the shit on a smash, now listen\nI light the L, smell a whiff of the hash\nAnd bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash\nI'm sayin', hmm, now I'ma put you on blast\nJust like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass\nBust right through the window then it sit on the dash\nAnd have a nigga drivin' reckless 'til you makin' him crash\nHa, c'mon We makin' money and shit\nNow pop your muffin while we be watchin' you shakin' your shit\n [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nI'll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I'll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\n\n[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]\nWelcome to Hot-and-Hazyville\nIt make you wanna dance 'til you break your heels\nI know you love the way the God make you feel\nNow watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal Navy Seal?\nIt got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field\nHypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real\nThat's exactly why we call this one Hazyville Hazyville\n\n[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]\nBaby, just shake ya ass 'til you spread on the floor\nI noticed that your ass too big for your drawers\nYou need a, a chiropractor just to marry yo' ass\nTo tell the truth, you need a tractor just to carry yo' ass\nFo' real-a, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playin'\nAll bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be sayin'\nAnd goin', hmm, see how you puttin' it down\nI love the way you shake it, throw it around\n[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nI'll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I'll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I'll light your ass on fire\n\n[Outro: Busta Rhymes]\nWelcome to Hot-and-Hazyville\nIt make you wanna dance 'til you break your heels\nI know you love the way the God make you feel\nNow watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal Navy Seal?\nIt got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field\nHypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real\nThat's exactly why we call this one Hazyville Hazyville5 ",1 -3903,Boney_M_2000___Ma_Baker,happy,"""Ma Baker - Radio Edit Freeze, I'm Ma Baker, put your hands in the air\nGimme all your money\nThis is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat\nFrom old Chicago town\n\nShe was the meanest cat\nIn old Chicago town\nShe was the meanest cat\nShe really mowed them down\nShe had no heart at all\nNo no no heart at all\nShe was the meanest cat\nOh she was really tough\nShe left her husband flat\nHe wasn't tough enough\nShe took her boys along\nCause they were mean and strong\n\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die\n\nThey left a trail of crime\nAcross the U.S.A\nAnd when one boy was killed\nShe really made them pay\nShe had no heart at all\nNo no no heart at all\n Ma Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die\n\nThen came a man she liked\nShe thought she'd stay with him\nOne day he formed with them\nThey did away with him\nShe didn't care at all\nJust didn't care at all\n\nHere is special bulletin\nMa Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman\nHer photo is hanging on every post office wall\nIf you have any information about this woman\nPlease contact the nearest police station\nDon't anybody move, the money or your lives\n\nOne day they robbed a bank\nIt was their last hooray\nThe cops appeared too soon\nThey couldn't get away\nAnd all the loot they had\nIt made them mighty mad\n\nAnd so they shot it out\nMa Baker and her sons\nThey didn't want to hang\nThey died with blazing guns\nAnd so the story ends\nOf one who left no friends\n\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die\n\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die ",0 -6179,Despairs_Ray___Angeldust,sad,"'Sit N’ Prey [Intro: Dessy Hinds]\nAfter that day my nigga\nI remember when he came back to school 3 weeks after\nGave that nigga a bible\nAnd I was like ""Yo wherever you go, take this shit with you\nYou feel me, and you gon\' be good\nLike I can\'t, cause you my friend and I can\'t protect niggas""\nLike all I can tell niggas is sit n\' pray and that\'s it\nBut niggas be taking their life for granted like\nYou know being on some wild cowboy shit, you can\'t\nYou got beef with some nigga like, don\'t be in their vicinity my nigga…\nI feel it\nSoul music\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine\n\n[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]\nTell me what the fuck an angel does\nWe\'re seeing kids who ain\'t aged enough\nGetting high off angel dust\nFrom NY to Los Angeles\nThere ain\'t no love\nIn the heart of the city\nLooking where they car be at\nAnd they party at\nCardiac arrest can feel risky\nReal pissy I chase cheese and real pussy yeah\nCats used to yawn on his rap now look at \'em\nShit ain\'t been the same since them niggas started booking \'em\nPull up with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletin\nWith pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in it\nHe\'s something that you\'d invest in\nCatch him live on late night, but he ain\'t interestin\'\nPop up and poop out something like intestine\nNo corrections cause the mic been checked in\nThe only time he be asking is when he sexing\nMy team like teenage mutants and X-men\nFire spark when I step in\nHe the human torch\nInhaling fumes of all sorts of course\nSteez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts\nSo when we stop by the D we never get caught\nI say it again we face L\'s but never lost\nEither be a warlord for 6 fees short\nEach day in this living hell feel remorse\nBut he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed\n [Chorus]\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine\n\n[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]\nYo, I\'m trying to Oprah win-win with a ""L"" in my hand\nRemotely passed off like the generous man\nAnd they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my hand\nBut don\'t understand they the only one who gets the benefit, damn\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nThey couldn\'t walk this way in my J\'s\nIt wouldn\'t feel despair, but disarray\nLike their souls disappear\nSon got hot flows, got dropped like disarray\nCouldn\'t close my ghost souls, eyes closed\nCovered with Ray-Bans, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!\nEven through shades of black\nI see brighter days looking back in fact\nSo I relax my mind, see what these tracks can find\nA gold mine that will make me rich in both dimes in mine\nGotta make it all mine if you don\'t mind\nCause sometimes\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine\n\n[Verse 3: Dessy Hinds]\nRight on the block where they sit and play\nLives the vicious ways where they spit and spray\nVicious trey\'s coming for the ice you kept in yesterday\nIt\'s nothing but the history\nProtecting ya\' from being history\nAnd then the next day your face is just a mystery\nFor niggas who really ain\'t feeling me are all my fucking enemies\nEven the lightest hours requires heavy artillery\nAccelerate without the breaks of a break\nAnd still I\'m not eating up to now and there\'s a lot on my plate\nAll in a day\'s work of God and his grace\nYou wanna eat then tell God and say grace\nAnd avoid the heat getting the boil to surface\nA soft nigga caught between these rocks and a hard place\nBecause the Mafia is on the look out for the Scarface\nBut the ill-minded child, is ill minded child\nGot a round of styles\nKilling niggas\' mental like a round of shells\nVery well rounded, round it well \'til the highest number\nPraying that 2047 ain\'t the highest number\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine\n\n[Outro: T\'nah Apex]\nGet off my cheeks let me do my thing\nInterrupt the wave length\nLive and let live\nAnd people talk smart got the balls to say\nThey apex and standing for this way\nBut got nothing to show or give\nI ain\'t judging10Embed', 'default'",1 -9526,Freddy_Cannon___Palisades_Park,happy,"""Palisades Park [Verse 1]\nLast night I took a walk after dark\nA swingin' place called Palisades Park\nTo have some fun and see what I could see\nThat's where the girls are\n\n[Verse 2]\nI took a ride on a shoot-the-chute\nThat girl I sat beside was awful cute\nAfter we stopped she was holdin' hands with me\nMy heart was flyin'\n[Bridge]\nUp like a rocket ship\nDown like a roller coaster\nBack like a loop-the-loop\nAnd around like a merry-go-round\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe ate and ate at a hot dog stand\nWe danced around to a rockin' band\nAnd when I could I gave that girl a hug\nIn the tunnel of love\n\n[Chorus]\nYou'll never know how great a kiss can feel\nWhen you stop at the top of a Ferris wheel\nWhen I fell in love\nDown at Palisades Park\n\n[Organ Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe ate and ate at a hot dog stand\nWe danced around to a rockin' band\nAnd when I could I gave that girl a hug\nIn the tunnel of love\n [Chorus]\nYou'll never know how great a kiss can feel\nWhen you stop at the top of a Ferris wheel\nWhen I fell in love\nDown at Palisades Park\n\n[Outro]\nDown at Palisades Park\nYou know it's Palisades Park\nDown at Palisades Park1 ",0 -6499,Daryl_Hall__John_Oates___Me_And_Mrs_Jones,happy,"""Me and Mrs. Jones Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong to let it cool down now\nWe meet ev'ry day at the same cafe\nSix-thirty I know she'll be there\nHolding hands, making all kinds of plans\nWhile the jukebox plays our favorite song\n\nMe and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong to let it cool down now\nWe gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high\nCause she's got her own obligations and so do I\nMe, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones got a thing going on\nWe both know that it's wrong\nBut it's much too strong to let it cool down now\nWell, it's time for us to be leaving\nIit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside\nNow she'll go her way and I'll go mine\nBut tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time\nMe and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones",0 -7345,Dodgy___Homegrown,happy,"""Homegrown Probably the thought of angels playing with my time will fade\nNo ones gonna say anything for me cause there all at home where they stayed\nBuild up and squash between an air of beauty is what we all should breathe\nAnd here you see is believers...\n\nFill in the pages of tomorrow's yet to be\nWell life is changing slowly with it inside me\n\nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nSeeminglessly endless nights of summer passing slow\nThe world surrounds me getting smaller homegrown let it grow\n\nStep further down the line carry on everything's just take your time\nStep further down the line carry on everything's gonna be just fine\n\nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nIt should be..\n\nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should\nHomegrown is the way that it should be",0 -1879,Art_Brut___Direct_Hit,happy,"""Direct Hit He went out in a rush\nAnd can't tell if it shows\nShe's looking over a lot\nAnd he's still in his work clothes\n\nHe can't talk to members of the opposite sex\nHe starts to talk, they start to look perplexed\nSo with his eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts\nHe walks over, and he says\n\nIt's uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don't fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nWhy is that cigarette unlit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nWhat's wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nHer friends are leaving\nShe decides she's not going\nShe's been looking over a lot\nAnd hopes it's been showing\n\nShe can't talk to members of the opposite sex\nShe starts to talk, they start to look perplexed\nSo with her eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts\nShe goes over, and she says:\n\nIt's uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don't fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nWhat's wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nI don't care that your friends have split\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\n\nHere comes the really good bit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don't fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nIt's uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nWhy is that cigarette unlit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\n I don't care that your friends have split\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don't fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nWhat's wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\nIt's uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit\n\nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit ",0 -6455,Darkel___Pearl,sad,"""Pearl Pearl, into the night\nYou're running away…\nThe preacher is after you\n\nPearl, your brother, Pearl\nOn his way to being a man\nLooks after you so well\n\nIn between hate and love…\nIn between bad and good\nYou ride into the night\nThe money is in your bunny\nThat's what the preacher wants\nYour father robbed the bank\n\nPearl, you're starving, Pearl\nAnd you're not the only one\nYou're singing on the boat\n\nIn between hate and love…\nIn between bad and good\nYou ride into the night\n\nOh Pearl, if you look at\nThe devil in the eye\nI’m sure oh yes I’m sure\nHe would do you no harm\nNo bad religion there\nOnly, only bad men\nWe're not, we are not that bad\nBut we lose our way\n\nYou ride into the night\nYou ride into the night",1 -4858,Carol_Douglas___Doctors_Orders,happy,"""Doctor’s Orders [Carol Douglas talking to someone on the telephone over the instrumental intro]\n\n[Female background vocal group singing over Carol Douglas' continuous spoken voice during the musical break]:\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh\n\nDoctor's orders say there's only one thing for Me\nNothing He can do, 'cause only You can cure Me\nIt says in My condition love's the best physician\nHe's prescribed a potion full of warm emotion\nEvery day\nA loving spoonful to be taken\nIt's the only way\nTo stop this empty heart of Mine from breaking\n\nI won't get better until You're back again\nHe told Me, doctor's orders need Your loving arms to hold Me\nDarling, now I know there is no doubt about it\nI'm so fond of Your love, I can't live without it\n\nYou're away\nBut, please don't treat Me like a stranger\nDoctor's orders say\nOne kiss from You and I am out of danger\n\n[Female background vocal group singing over Carol Douglas' spoken ad-lib during the instrumental interlude]:\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh, hey, hey, hey, hey\n\nDoctor's orders say there's only one thing for Me\nNothing He can do, 'cause only You can cure Me\nIt says in My condition God's My best physician\nHe's prescribed a potion full of warm emotion\n\nI won't get better until You're back again\n Fade ",0 -2367,Backyard_Babies___UFO_Romeo,happy,"""U.F.O. Romeo I can't, can't, can't, can't do\nCan't, can't, can't, can't do\n\nSometimes I feel like shit\nSo don't waste my fucking time\nI don't need no family\nJust a big fat check of royalties\n\nI know what I wanna do\nBut I just don't seem to get it through\nAnd I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\n\nYou live like a wannabe\nIn this sick society\nAnd you're sitting next to me\nCan't you fuckin' see\n\nI know how I ended up here\nI took your piece of shit for real\n\nAnd I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\n\nI can't do nothing\n\nAnd I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can't do anything\n\n'Cause I'm a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I'm a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I'm a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I'm a U.F.O. Romeo",0 -3781,Bob_Dylan___Mr_Tambourine_Man,sad,"""Mr. Tambourine Man [Chorus]\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you\n\n[Verse 1]\nThough I know that evening's empire has returned into sand\nVanished from my hand\nLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping\nMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet\nI have no one to meet\nAnd my ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming\n[Chorus]\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you\n\n[Verse 2]\nTake me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship\nMy senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip\nMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels\nTo be wandering\nI'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade\nInto my own parade, cast your dancin' spell my way\nI promise to go under it\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you\n\n[Verse 3]\nThough you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun\nIt's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run\nAnd but for the sky there are no fences facing\nAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme\nTo your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind\nI wouldn't pay it any mind\nIt's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing\n [Chorus]\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind\nDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves\nThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach\nFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow\nYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free\nSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands\nWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves\nLet me forget about today until tomorrow\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin' I'll come followin' you25 ",1 -445,Afro_Celt_Sound_System___Eireann,happy,"""Eireann An gcuirfea fios orm?\nAm mbeadh aithne gat orm?\nM'uisci crói gach crann\nAn gcuirfea fios orm?\n\nN'na kandje barika sondon baya gbelemande ah\nIkan soron kanke djede wolodi barika bilatomandi ha\nKiyensoron de kan n'ke\nDiede wolodi dununya sodon baya gbelemande\n\nChuiris cros i lar an bhothair dom\nLamh na gcarad in am a ghatair dom\nFeach doimhin isteach id shuile gorm\nÉireann Éireann\nChuiris cros i lar an bhothair dom\nLamh na gcarad in am a ghatair dom\nFeach doimhin isteach id shuile gorm\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\n\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann",0 -1343,Angie_Stone___Come_Home_Live_With_Me,sad,"""Come Home Live with Me Long time no see\nIt's been a while since you were here with me\nWent away so suddenly\nMust have been five years at least\n\nNow, you should know\nSome things changed while you were gone\nHad your baby, your only son\nI just didn't tell no one\n\n1 - Come and live with me\nAnd maybe we can raise a family\nWith all the love you give to me\nWhy don't you come home\nNow I know this is a shock to you\nYou're probably questionin' if it's true\nBut you can take the test to prove\nWhat you and I both know is true\n\nYou should know\nThe day before they took you away\nResults from that test I took that day\nDon't deny your beautiful fate, so\n\nRepeat 1\n\nYou see it really doesn't matter\nWhere you've been or how long\nIn my heart you left a vacancy\nWhy don't you come home\nA promise is a promise\nYou know what you said\nCome hell or high water\nYou are waitin' there\n\nRepeat 1\n\nLive with me Baby, baby, baby, baby\nFamily You'll be my family, ooh\nGive to me I give you all the love you need baby, baby\nHome\n Come on home, hmmm ",1 -6895,Depeche_Mode___Enjoy_the_Silence,sad,"""Enjoy the Silence [Verse 1]\nWords like violence break the silence\nCome crashing in into my little world\nPainful to me, pierce right through me\nCan't you understand? Oh, my little girl\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2]\nVows are spoken to be broken\nFeelings are intense, words are trivial\nPleasures remain, so does the pain\nWords are meaningless and forgettable\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n [Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nEnjoy the silence58 ",1 -9493,Franz_Ferdinand___Michael,happy,"""Michael [Verse 1]\nThis is where I'll be, so heavenly\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nSo sexy, I'm sexy\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nI'm all that you see, you want to see\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo close now, so close now\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\n[Chorus]\nMichael, you're the boy with all the leather hips\nSticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips\nMichael, you're the only one I'd ever want\nOnly one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nAnd nothing matters now\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis is what I am, I am a man\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nSo strong now, it's strong now\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nI'm all that you see, you want to see\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo close now, it's close now\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\n\n[Chorus]\nMichael, you're the boy with all the leather hips\nSticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips\nMichael, you're the only one I'd ever want\nOnly one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nAnd nothing matters now\n [Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nMichael, you're the only one I'd ever want\nOnly one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want\nMichael, you're the only one I'd ever want\nOnly one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nNothing matters, oh, nothing matters, oh\nNothing matters, oh yeah7 ",0 -1556,AntiFlag___Captain_Anarchy,happy,"""Captain Anarchy A-N-A-R-C-H-Y!\n\nHe says that for the punk rock scene he'd give his fucking life\nBut he only ever paid to see a show once, maybe twice\nInstead, he stands outside the hall and panhandles for beer\nThen sneaks inside the hall to deface the bathroom mirror\n\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nSo punk that he's a poser and he'll be one till he dies\nYou never saw an anarchist with such perfect hair\nOr so many ten dollar spikes or so much punk rock gear\nHe said he used his welfare checks to buy his boots and plaids\nIn reality it was all paid for by his mommy and his dad\n\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHe's anarchy incarnate but only in his...\n\nYou know he just can't see\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nIt's up to you and me\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nI don't want to be\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nFighting, let's strive for some unity\n\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nSo punk that he's a poser and he'll be one till he dies",0 -1176,Amy_Winehouse___Love_Is_A_Losing_Game,sad,"""TranslationsFrançaisLove Is a Losing Game [Verse 1]\nFor you, I was a flame\nLove is a losing game\nFive-story fire as you came\nLove is a losing game\nOne I wished I never played\nOh, what a mess we made\nAnd now the final frame\nLove is a losing game\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlayed out by the band\nLove is a losing hand\nMore than I could stand\nLove is a losing hand\nSelf-professed, profound\n'Til the chips were down\nKnow you're a gambling man\nLove is a losing hand\n[Verse 3]\nThough I battle blind\nLove is a fate resigned\nMemories mar my mind\nLove is a fate resigned\nOver futile odds\nAnd laughed at by the gods\nAnd now the final frame\nLove is a losing game 25 ",1 -1738,Arcade_Fire___Old_Flame,sad,"""Old Flame [Verse 1]\nYou knew in five minutes\nBut I knew in a sentence\nYou knew in five minutes\nBut I knew in a sentence\n\n[Hook]\nSo why do we go\nThrough all of this again\nYour eyes are fluttering\nSuch pretty wings\nA moth, flying into the\nSame old flame again\nIt never ends\n[Verse 2]\nIt's not like I dropped the bomb\nOn my conscience mom\nIt takes fightin' day and night\nTo make such a good thing die\nOut, everyone out\nI give too much shit at home\nIn my heart and mind\nIt gets me every time\n\n[Hook]See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 1 ",1 -1822,Arctic_Monkeys___Still_Take_You_Home,happy,"""Still Take You Home [Spoken Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, it's ever so funny\n'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool\nYou're just probably alright\nBut under these lights you look beautiful\nAnd I'm struggling\nI can't see through your fake tan\nYeah, and you know it for a fact\nThat everybody's eating out of your hands\n[Chorus]\nBut what do you know?\nOh, you know nothing\nYeah, but I'll still take you home\nOh, yeah, I'll still take you home\nSo what do you know?\nSaid, you don't know nothing\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, fancy seeing you in here\nYou're all tarted up and you don't look the same\nWell, I haven't seen you since last year\nYeah, and surprisingly you have forgotten my name\nBut you know it\nYeah, and you knew it all along\nOh, and you say you have forgotten\nBut you're fibbing, go on, tell me I'm wrong\n\n[Chorus]\nSo what do you know?\nOh, you know nothing\nYeah, but I'll still take you home\nOh, yeah, I'll still take you home\nSo what do you know?\nOh, you don't know nothing, no\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 [Bridge]\nOh-woah, woah, woah\nOh-woah, woah, woah\nDa-da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da\nOh-woah, woah, woah\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, so what do you know?\nYeah, you don't know nothing, no\nYeah, but I'd still take you home\nOh, yeah, I'll still take you home\nI said, what do you know?\nOh, you don't know nothing\n\n[Verse 3]\nI fancy you with a passion\nOh, you're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too\nBut you're a fad and you're a fashion\nAnd I'm having a job trying to talk to you\nBut it's alright\nYeah, I'll put it on one side\nOh, 'cause everybody's looking\nYou've got control of everyone's eyes, including mine13 ",0 -5405,Christina_Aguilera___This_Year,happy,"""This Year [Intro]\nOh, ooh, oh, uh\nOoh, oh yea-yeah, oh, ooh, ah\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou'll be my New Year's Day, my Valentine\nNow I am not going to stop until I make you mine\nYou'll be my April Fool, my Mardi Gras\nThe music on my tongue when I sing fa la la\nYou'll be my flower child, in the month of May\nMy sunny summer lover on my holiday\nYou'll be my autumn leaves, my Halloween\nThe winter snow and everything that's in between\nThis year I'm going to take you home\nThis year I don't want to be alone\n[Chorus]\nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we've learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, you'll be my spring ahead, my fall behind\nThe shimmy on my hips oh when I, bump and grind\nYou'll be my Santa Boy, all dressed in red\nAnd ride that little reindeer all through my head\nOh, ooh, here we go, oh yeah\nThis year I'm going to take you home\nThis year I don't want to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we've learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Verse 3]\nThis year I'll pray for you, uh\nAnd I thank God for you\nJust want to be with you\nThis year that's all I want to do\nDay by day, I'm going to get my way\nThis year I'll pray for you\nThe seasons turn, I've got a lot to learn\nAnd I thank God for you\nNow this year I'm going to, going to, going to take you home\nBecause I don't want to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we've learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year ",0 -912,All_Time_Low___Break_Out_Break_Out,happy,"'Break Out! Break Out! [Verse 1]\nLuck loves me not tonight, I\'m running out\nThis four leaf clover\'s all but useless now\nI\'ve got four wheels that say I\'m not alone tonight\nI\'m always looking for a joyride through the\nBrightest part of this town\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n""Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams.""\n[Verse 2]\nPut up or shut up, we\'re not wasting time again\nThe credits are rolling and we\'re getting lost again\nIn parking lots, to serenading sirens\nAs the blue lights bathed our smiles\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n""Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams.""\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet\'s take a moment to reflect\nOn the past few years of my life\nI haven\'t worked myself away\nTo stay inside\nThis is the time to let us\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n""Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams.""See All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 1Embed', 'default'",0 -3574,Blondie___Fade_Away_And_Radiate,sad,"'Fade Away and Radiate Ooo baby, I hear how you spend night time\nWrapped like candy in a blue, blue neon glow\nFade away and radiate\nFade away, radiate\n\nOoo baby, watchful lines\nVibrate soft in brainwave time\nSilver pictures move so slow\nGolden tubes faintly glow\n\nElectric faces seem to merge\nHidden voices mock your words\nFade away, radiate\nFade away and radiate\nBeams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen\nThe beams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen\n\nDusty frames that still arrive\nDie in nineteen fifty-five\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate\n\nThe beams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen\n\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiateSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 2Embed', 'default'",1 -2729,Belle__Sebastian___The_Blues_Are_Still_Blue,happy,"""The Blues Are Still Blue [Verse 1]\nWell, look at the kid from school\nHe's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool\nHe's changing fashion, the way he dress\nThe tracksuits are old, and the hoody's way too moody\nFor the kid with the will to funk\nHe dances in secret; he's a part-time punk\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow she's getting off the plane\nShe wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged\nThe kids fighting up the lane\nShoplifting, just drifting\nLike The Switchblade And The Cross\nBut if there's trouble, she's got the moves\nShe's taking an elementary class in kung fu\n[Chorus]\nI left my washing in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my washing\nThe black will be grey and the white will be grey\nBut the blues are still blue\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm crying out for my mum\nIf the malady don't go away we're in a little trouble\nWith the boss of the company\nI'm a singer, a swinger\nI'm a layabout but laying on\nThe dock in the lazy sun\nWill never quite relegate me to a bum\n\n[Chorus]\nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 4]\nOh baby, I love your face baby, I love your face\nI've been creeping round this town because\nWell, creeping's just my way ooh ooh\nBut with a little wink I'll be there little wink, I'll be there\nI'll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade\nI know you're young, but you're out of touch\nYou're French, your vocabulary's not quite formed\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 [Chorus]\nI left my homework in the launderette\nI got a letter from my mamma which my stupid dog has ate\nI hid behind the fence\nHere comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog\nHe's not making much sense\n\n[Chorus]\nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue\n\n[Chorus]\nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue1 ",0 -1677,Aqua___Around_the_World,happy,"""Around the World [Intro]\nI've been around the world - hey, hey\nI've been around the world - hey, hey\nIn the kitchen where I'm cooking what is good for me\nSpices from the globe\nLittle by little it's the finest meal\nIt's appetite for hope - come and see\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI'm realizing things ain't what they seem\nThat's the riddle of it\nThat's the spirit of it\nThat's the power of life\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI've been the only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn the living room I'm cleaning up from top to floor\nThe place I love the most\nThe wall is covered up with all my souvenirs\nI've got from coast to coast - come and see\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI'm realizing things ain't what they seem\nThat's the riddle of it\nThat's the spirit of it\nThat's the power of life\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI've been only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n [Bridge]\nI'm still coming around\nI keep chasing dreams\nGirl, I keep coming around - hey, hey\nI keep coming around\nAnd I can never stop\nGirl, I keep coming around\nCause if I do I'll walk\nAround around - hmm, around the world\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been around the world Round the world\nHey, hey Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\nI've been around the world Round the world\nAnd I've seen it all Seen it all\nI've been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nRound the world1 ",0 -1973,Assemblage_23___DISAPPOINT,sad,"""Disappoint Just one more time\nFor the sake of sanity\nTell me why\nExplain the gravity\nThat drove you to this\nThat brought you to this place\nThat pushed you down\nInto the soil's embrace\n\nGive me the chance\nI was denied\nTo sit and talk with you\nFor one last time\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you\n\nI can't forget\nHaving to see\nThe words that knocked the wind\nRight out of me\nIt's not enough\nI've come undone\nTrying to find sense\nWhere there is none\n\nJust give me peace\nYou owe me that\nTo help ward off the fears\nI must combat\n\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you\n And so I ask\nFor one more chance\nTo understand\nThis senseless circumstance\nHelp me to see\nThis through your eyes\nThe reasons I've been trying\nTo surmise\n\nThough you are gone\nI am still your son\nAnd while your pain is over\nMine has just begun\n\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you ",1 -1503,Anouk___It_Wasnt_Me,sad,"""It Wasn’t Me Can you tell me how you feel\nWhen you turn on your tv\nWhen you see me singing through my tears\nI've saved up all these years\nCan you tell me what you see\nWhen you read the magazines\nDo you see yourself in me\nWhen you read the magazines\nWhen the dj plays this song\nCan you tell me what you hear\nAnd i hope you feel the way we felt\nWhen you put us all through hell\nCan you tell me how you feel now\nHow do feel, how do you feel\nTell me how you sleep at night\nDo you take those pills like me\nOr do you toss and turn\nAnd lay your head on the pillow and fall asleep\nCause you just don't care\nHow do you feel\n\nAnd now i'm in your face\nAnd you feel that empty space\nWhy did we how did we come to fall from grace\nFalling, falling\nDidn't you just hear us calling out\nNo there's nothing left to say\nCause you shouldn't have stayed away\nNo man leaves his flesh and blood this way\n\nAnd i hope you feel the way we felt\nWhen you put us all through hell\nCan you tell me how you feel now\nHow do feel, how do you feel\nTell me how you sleep at night\nDo you take those pills like me\nOr do you toss and turn\nAnd lay your head on the pillow and fall asleep\nCause you just don't care\nHow do you feel\n It took a crowd for me to see\nThat it really wasn't me\nThe swaying crowd is the cleansing rain\nIt took the pain away\nAnd i hope you'll find yourself alone\nIn a million dollar home\nYou will be stuck\nWith a heart like a rock\nI hope you run out of luck fool\nHow do you feel now\nDoes it hurt, does it hurt\nHow do you feel now\nI'm just wonderin' how it feels\n\nOudou: satindra kalpoe\nBass: michel van schie\nGuitars & ebow: paul-jan bakker\nGuitars: lex bolderdijk\nStringarrangement: onno krijn\nStringplayers:\n• marie-josé schrijner\n• marieke de bruyn\n• ernst grapperhaus\n• michiel weidner ",1 -1546,AntiFlag___Right_On,happy,"'Right On ""Punk rock?!?!?! Isn\'t that the type of music where kids cut each other with razor blades and knives?""\n\n""You guys were so awesome tonight! Well actually, I\'m so drunk, I can\'t remember your set. But you\'re my favorite band... haha...""\n\n""Right on"", that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: ""Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...!""\n\n""You know, if you guys think America\'s so bad, why don\'t you move to Russia?""\n\n""What do you mean you don\'t drink? Drinking\'s my entire life! You\'ve gotta start drinking!""\n""Right on"", that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: ""Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...!""\n\n""\'Anti-Flag?\' That doesn\'t mean anti- the American flag, does it...?""\n\nRight on!!!\n\n""Right on"", that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: ""Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...!"" Embed', 'default'",0 -7525,Dream_Theater___Misunderstood,sad,"""Misunderstood [Verse 1]\nWaiting\nIn the calm of desolation\nWanting to break\nFrom this circle of confusion\nSleeping\nIn the depths of isolation\nTrying to wake\nFrom this daydream of illusion\n\n[Chorus]\nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\n[Verse 2]\nIt challenges the essence of my soul\nAnd leaves me in a state of disconnection\nAs I navigate the maze of self-control\nPlaying a lion being led to a cage\nI turn from a thief to a beggar\nFrom a god to 'God save me'\n\n[Chorus]\nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\nMisunderstood\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nPlaying a lion being led to a cage\nI turn from surreal to seclusion\nFrom love to disdain\nFrom belief to delusion\nFrom a thief to a beggar\nFrom a god to 'God save me'\n\n[Chorus]\nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\nMisunderstood\nSee Dream Theater LiveGet tickets as low as $47 [Instrumental Outro]1 ",1 -9232,Flobots___Rise,happy,"""Rise [Verse 1: Jonny 5]\nSo much pain, we\nDon't know how to be but angry\nFeel infected, like we've got gangrene\nPlease don't let anybody try to change me\nMe, just me\nIn the middle of a sea full of faces, full of faces\nSome laugh, some salivate\nWhat's in your alleyway, recycling bins or bullet cases?\nIt's not equal, it's not fair\nWe're different people but we're not scared\nWe ain't never scared to pave a new path\nMake a new street, build a new bridge\nSay, can you see, by the dawn's early light, free slaves running?\nSong's words weren't right, now a new day's coming\nThe few stay stunnin' while the many are handsome\nYour soul is alive, but they want it for ransom\nThe base drummin' is the anthem\nWe step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons, and\n[Hook]\nRise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\n\n[Verse 2: Brer Rabbit]\nLost hope and found need\nGrounded by our surroundings\nDid the walls scream universities?\nOr you and I verse the T's?\nReact automatic and we burst when squeezed\nAnd make 9/11 each emergency\nUrgency, amber to red, like the turnin' leaves\nOh, please let the hurtin' cease\nAnd don't let apathy police the populace\nWe will march across\nThose stereotypes that were marked for us\nThe answer's obvious, we switch the consonants\nAnd change the sword to words and lift continents\n\n[Hook]\nRise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\n [Guitar solo]\n\n[Hook]\nRise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\n\n[Outro]\nIf you believe in redemption\nI'm callin' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI'm callin' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI'm callin' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI'm callin' to you from another dimension12 ",0 -712,Alice_Cooper___House_Of_Fire,happy,"""House of Fire [Intro]\nHouse of fire\nHouse of fire\nYeah!\nAlright!\n\n[Verse 1]\nLet's build a house of fire, baby\nNot one of wood or stone\nWalk through my door of desire, baby\nCome on in and make it your home\nDon't need a window to watch you, baby\nDon't need no roof overhead\nDon't need no key to unlock ya, baby\nI'll use my lovin' instead\nI won't tire\nTake me higher\n\n[Chorus 1]\nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuildin' it with our love\nWe are buildin' a house of fire every time we touch\nHouse of fire\nHouse of fire\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe ain't gotta pay rent now, baby\nNo landlord to throw us out\nI want to play in your garden, baby\nWhen you want it give me a shout\nI won't tire\nTake me higher\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuildin' it with our love\nWe are buildin' a house of fire every time we touch\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can't tear down\n [Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nBrick by brick the flames get higher\nBuild it strong with our desire\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuilding it with our love\nWe are building a house of fire every time we touch\nBaby we are\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can't tear down\n\n[Outro]\nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuilding it with our love\nWe are building a house of fire every time we touch\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can't tear down ",0 -3622,Blue_Magic___Spell_SingleLP_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -1044,American_HiFi___The_Art_Of_Losing,happy,"""The Art of Losing Last call now I'm outta time\nAnd I don't got no valentine\nSingled out, now I stand alone\nThe underdog in a modern world\nSuburbia is hot tonight\nBut nothing seems to feel alright\nI don't want your sympathy\nI just need a little therapy\nAt least that's what they say to me\n\nHey ho let's go\nI'm gonna start a riot\nYou don't wanna fight it\nOne two fuck you\nDon't tell me what to do\nI don't wanna be like you\nCan't you see it's killing me\nI'm my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I'll keep on moving\nIt's the art of losing\nFit the mold and do what you're told\nGet a job and start growing old\n9 to 5 can make your dreams come true\nBut I don't wanna be like you\nI'm not cool and I'll never be\nI break the rules and I guarantee\nI don't want your sympathy\nI just need a little therapy\nAt least that's what they say to me\n\nHey ho let's go\nI'm gonna start a riot\nYou don't wanna fight it\nOne two fuck you\nDon't tell me what to do\nI don't wanna be like you\nCan't you see it's killing me\nI'm my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I'll keep on moving\nIt's the art of losing\n\nYou call me a loser\nSay I'm just a user\nBut I'll just keep on moving\nCause that's the art of losing\n Hey ho let's go\nI'm gonna start a riot\nYou don't wanna fight it\nOne two, fuck you\nDon't tell me what to do\nI don't wanna be like you\nCan't you see, it's killing me\nI'm my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I'll keep on moving\nIt's the art of losing\n\nWahhhooo It's the art of losing\nWahhhooo It's the art of losing\n\nWe're the kids\nWe're the kids\nWe're the kids in America\nWe're the kids\nWe're the kids\nWe're the kids in America1 ",0 -1940,Ashlee_Simpson___Undiscovered,calm,"""Undiscovered [Verse 1]\nTake it back, take it all back now\nThe things I gave, like the taste of my kiss on your lips\nI miss that now\nI can't try any harder than I do\nAll the reasons I gave, excuses I made for you\nI'm broken in two\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nYeah, I need you\nDon't walk away\n[Verse 2]\nTouch me now how I want to feel\nSomething so real, please remind me\nMy love, take me back\n'Cause I'm so in love with what we were\nI'm not breathing, I'm suffocating without you\nDo you feel it too?\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nYeah, I need you\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I'm in the dark and all alone\nDreaming that you'll walk right through my door\nIt's then I know my heart is whole\nThere's a million reasons why I cry\nHold my covers tight and close my eyes\n'Cause I don't wanna be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nI need you\n [Verse 4]\n'Cause I can't fake and I can't hate\nBut it's my heart that's about to break\nYou're all I need, I'm on my knees\nWatch me bleed\nWould you listen please?\nI give in, I breathe out\nI want you, there's no doubt\nI freak out, I'm left out\nWithout you, I'm without\nI'm crossed out, I'm kicked out\nI cry out, I reach out\n\n[Outro]\nDon't walk away\nDon't walk away\nDon't walk away\nDon't walk away2 ",2 -6653,David_Sylvian___Thalheim,sad,"""Thalheim Couldn't leave you if I tried\nCouldn't weather this alone\nAnd through the darkness you still provide\nThe sweetest love I've ever known\n\nTake the shadow from the road I walk upon\nBe my sunshine, sunshine\nAnd in the emptiness\nYou look and find someone\nThe damage is undone\nAnd love has made you strong\nAnd heaven gave me mine, Thalheim\nThe saddest words have come undone\nChanging the very air I breathe\nAnd miracles have just begun\nIn which only you and I believe\n\nTake the shadow from the road I walk upon\nBe my sunshine, sunshine\nAnd in the weightlessness\nYou look and find someone\nThe damage is undone\nAnd love has made you strong\nHeaven gave me mine, Thalheim\n\nWhen I'm all the sea\nYou never let me down\nI'll just keep coming back to you\n‘Til I walk on solid ground\n\nFrom the foothills to the mountains\nOn the waters of the Rhine\nFace to face in Shahbagh gardens\nIn communion, out of time\n\nThalheim, Thalheim\n\nFrom the lilies of the valley\nTo the grapes upon the vine\nThe well of speculation\nIs it his or hers or mine ?\n Thalheim, Thalheim\n\nIn the everything and nothing\nIn disharmony and rhyme\nIn the sound of shot and echo\nWho's the victim, what's the crime ?\nWhat's the crime ?\n\nBe my, be my sunshine\n\nIn the keening cries of evening\nUnforgotten, underlined\nWe slipped into the water\nOut of focus, out of time1 ",1 -9467,Frankie_J___Daddys_Little_Girl,calm,"""Daddy’s Little Girl [Verse 1]\nHe drops his suitcase by the door\nShe knows her daddy won't be back anymore\nShe drags her feet across the floor\nTryna hold back time to keep him holding on\nAnd she says\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDaddy, daddy, don't leave\nI'll do anything to keep you right here with me\nCan't you see how much I need you?\nDaddy, daddy, don't leave\nMommy's saying things she don't mean\nShe don't know what she's talking about\nSomebody hear me out...\n[Chorus]\nFather listen\nTell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI'll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI'll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow she hasn't slept in weeks\nShe don't want to close her eyes\n'cause she's scared that he'll leave\nThey've tried just about everything\nBut it's getting harder for him to breathe\nAnd she says...\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDaddy, daddy, don't leave\nI'll do anything to keep you right here with me\nCan't you see how much I need you\nDaddy, daddy, don't leave\nThe doctors are saying things they don't mean\nThey don't know what they talking about\nSomebody hear me out...\n [Chorus]\nFather listen\nTell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI'll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI'll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you\n\n[Hook]\nPlease don't let him go don't let him go\nI'm begging you so I'm begging you so\nThere, open his eyes\nNeed a little more time\nTo tell him that I love him more\nThan anything in the world\nIs daddy's little girl\n\n[Chorus]\nFather listen\nTell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI'll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI'll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you\n[Outro]\nShe was daddy's little girl........4 ",2 -2944,Between_The_Buried_And_Me___Fossil_Genera__A_Feed_From_Cloud_Mountian,sad,"'Fossil genera - a feed from cloud mountian Beyond the satellites:\nSweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world\'s history\nNever underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts\nThe satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors\n\nIndeed we work from here. We have for centuries... hearing every breath... watching every disease\nYou must accept this truth\n\nBelow the satellites:\nThe leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride\nThey have been speaking for years\nEvery night while you\'re asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all\nThe outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls\nTheir stories have been mocked... their ideas have been crushed... but after last night they control every idea we will think from here on out\nA government overthrown...\nWe have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this\n\nThe night owls speak overhead:\nThe apocalypse at least our apocalypse will happen sooner than we think\nIf we don\'t read the journals our station has prepared for you all\nWe call ourselves the ""night owls"". We\'ve roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat\nWe\'ve made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes\nWhile you sleep, we discuss. Discuss our future... your future\nOur journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build\nThese are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...\nEverything you know is false... your first instinct is now your last\nLike I\'ve said before... we have been discussing and planning this for decades. Trust is essential\nWe don\'t have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change\n\nTrust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government\n\nBefore the satellites:\nIn simple times we must take control\nWith simple skies we create... more sky\nA simple land we must change... for man... is god\n\nHow fast we grow...\nWe must move onSee Between the Buried and Me LiveGet tickets as low as $79 Embed', 'default'",1 -8422,Enya___Evacuee,happy,"'Evacuee [Verse 1]\nEach time on my leaving home\nI run back to my mother’s arms\nOne last hold and then it’s over\n\n[Verse 2]\nWatching me, you know I cry\nYou wave a kiss to say goodbye\nFeel the sky fall down upon me\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I am\nA child with promises\nAll I have\nAre miles full of promises of home\n[Verse 3]\nIf only I could stay with you\nMy train moves on, you’re gone from view\nNow I must wait until it’s over\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I am\nA child with promises\nAll I have\nAre miles full of promises of home\n\n[Verse 4]\nDays will pass, your words to me\nIt seems so long, eternity\nBut I must wait until it’s over 1Embed', 'default'",0 -3072,Billie_Davis___Tell_Him,happy,"""Tell Him I know something about love\nYou've gotta want it bad\nIf that man's got into your blood\nGo out and get him\nIf you want him to be, the very part of you\nThat makes you want to breathe\nHere's the thing to do\n\nTell him that you're never gonna leave him\nTell him that you're always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now\nI know something about love, you gotta show it\nAnd make him see that moon above\nReach out and get it\nIf you want him to be, always by your side\nAnd if you want him to, only think of you\n\nTell him that you're never gonna leave him\nTell him that you're always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now\n\nEver since the world began, it's been that way for man\nAnd woman were created\nTo make love their destiny\nThen why should true love be so, complicated? Oh yeah\n\nI know something about love\nYou gotta take it and\nShow him what the world is made of\nOne kiss will prove it\nIf you want him to be\nAlways by your side\nTake his hand tonight\nSwallow your foolish pride and\n\nTell him that you're never gonna leave him\nTell him that you're always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now\nTell him that you're never gonna leave him\nTell him that you're always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now",0 -6060,Crystal_Gayle___Dont_It_Make_My_Brown_Eyes_Blue,sad,"""Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue Don't know when I've been so blue\nDon't know what's come over you\nYou've found someone new\nAnd don't it make my brown eyes blue\n\nI'll be fine when you're gone\nI'll just cry all night long, say it isn't true\nAnd don't it make my brown eyes blue\nTell me no secrets, tell me some lies\nGive me no reasons, give me alibis\nTell me you love me and don't let me cry\nSay anything but don't say goodbye\nI didn't mean to treat you bad\nDidn't know just what I had\nBut honey now I do\nAnd don't it make my brown eyes\nDon't it make my brown eyes\nDon't it make my brown eyes blue\n\nDon't it make my brown eyes\nDon't it make my brown eyes\nDon't it make my brown eyes blue 2 ",1 -3398,Blackalicious___Sky_Is_Falling,sad,"""Sky is Falling [Hook]\nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down\n\n[Verse 1: Gift of Gab]\nThe sky is falling, life is appalling, and death is lurking\nNiggas killing each other leaving bodies nobodies searching for\nAnd juveniles is losin' trials, catching a bit of murder one\nAnd mothers is drinkin' and druggin', hoein', searchin' for they son\nAnd liquor stores upon every corner and younger people\nDone accepted defeat in the melting pot of lavas seeping\nAnd the hood is all the mind can conceive when your foes bleeding to their death\nAnd you picking their pocket all to just get even\nNiggas is banging, they fathers was banging, they unc's thuggin'\nHighly intelligent Africans lowered to punks muggin'\nAnd the coppers is the Klan, and the planet is run by the government\nAnd genocidal thieves, all the while the devil is loving it\nAnd children in high school rollin' through smokin' their classes up\nAnd people that's rich don't be checking for what is happening\nDegrading our women, knockin' 'em up, leave 'em, now smack 'em up\nAnd ain't no way to reach us we're sleeping like hell's castle\nSky is falling\n[Hook]\nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down\nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down\n\n[Verse 2: Gift of Gab]\nThe sky is falling, no one is watching, tornadoes twisting\nWhereas nobody is listening and fires no one pays attention\nEnergies are erupting blurring the intentional vision\nDoctors and lawyers and scientists all are locked in the prison\nOf the mind, and all the youth are unreachable but they teachable\nBut emcees don't be teaching them to, they deep down in their soul\nAmongst the prostitution and pimping, robbing and stealing\nWe give a name Sab- a truth, this is nigga-land Glad to knew ya\nBut give a damn for the future, religions is institutionalized\nHidden truths, given you the lies\nYou got two pistols at the head of your own people\nIt's lethal but it's living proof\nInstead of leaving smiles leading death inside of our living room\nAnd instead of college, they got us slangin' after high school\nFor the love of the money and everything that it will buy you\nEverybody out for that and they kill you if you a rival\nTwenty lions and one steak on the table, it's about survival\nThe sky is falling\n [Hook]\nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down\n\n[Bridge]\nRevelation\nFrom the now captive\nTo the plantation\nCalm I bring the fury\nAll the rampage done\nDrown the confusion\nThrough the devastation\nLive in the trees of elimination\nTruth is absolute\nProphets can't wait long\n...... ....\nCan't take long\nRevelation\nDevastation\nBetter stay strong ",1 -7222,Dinosaur_Jr___Said_The_People,happy,"""Said The People [Verse 1]\nI've been staring, I've been staring in the space\nAll this time, not a smile, such a waste\nI don't wanna, I don't wanna know\nI can't tell you, I just have to go\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the people, all the people drag me down\nAll the people, all the people that I know\nSave me, save me, save me, save me\n[Verse 2]\nBring me something, bring me something I can use\nWell, here's one thing but it's not the one I choose\nI can't help it, hope you show up soon\nI can't help it, I'm coming home to you\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nCan you tell me? Can you tell me what went wrong?\nGuess I should have seen it coming all along\nGotta fight it, I gotta be strong\nGotta be something, can't let it drag on and on\n\n[Chorus] 2 ",0 -1890,Arthur_Russell___You_And_Me_Both,happy,"""You and Me Both I'm sure I can do whatever you want\nAnd if I try to be more than I am\nWant to be strong in your arms\n'Cause kissing you is something new for you and me both\n\nI know it's more fun to give than to get\nLearned it from you\nShowing me why\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you...something new for you and me both\nI'm sure it's okay\nWe're feeling this good\nAnd we can feel as good as we do\nWant to keep on doing\nKissing you is something new\nFor you and me both\n\nI know it's more fun to give than to get\nLearned it from you\nShowing me why\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you something new for you and me both\n\nI'm sure I can do whatever you want\nAnd if I try to be more than I am\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you is something new for you and me both",0 -3909,Bonfire___Give_It_A_Try,calm,"""Give It A Try Like a lonely wolf\nHowling in the night\nCalling for you\n\nTime is passing by\nAnd I'm feeling so sad\nThe wounds of love won't heal\n\nI'm running aroung in circles\n'cause we don't talk anymore\nNow I walk these streets alone\nStraying in the night - searching for you\nCHORUS\nGive it a try - for a second time\nDon't you know I missing you\nGive it a chance - for a second romance\nDon't you know I love you\n\nI thought our love is strong\nBut now I know I was wrong\nWrong all the time\n\nWe said we'll draw the line\nBut it's hard to forget\nAll those memories\n\nCHORUS 3x",2 -2610,Bebel_Gilberto___Winter,calm,"""Winter I feel the snow\nOn my eyes\nIt touches me\nDeep inside\n\nAnd now I'm here\nSo high\nA cloud\nUp in the sky\n\nAnd this has got me thinking\nIt's all because of you\nMy heart is dark\nAnd my mouth so dry\nWhere were you\nAll this time?\nMy love is yours\nYou know\nEvery song I sing\nBelongs to you\nAnd as days like these\nCome and go\nI still remember\nIt's true\n\nAnd this has got me thinking\nIt's all because of you\nThe night is dark and the moon so high\nWhere were you\nAll this time?\n\nAnd as days like these\nPass me by\nThrough clouds or skies of blue\nThen upon this heartbeat\nI could fly\nJust to sing this song for you\nFor you...",2 -6225,DJ_Clue__JayZ__Ja_Rule___Gangsta_Shit,calm,"""Gangsta Shit [Intro: Jay-Z & DJ Clue]\nUhh And you don't stop\nRockafella y'all\nClueminati\n\n[Chorus: Jay-Z]\nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x\n\n[Verse 1: JAY-Z]\nUnderstand why y'all niggas mad at me\nSitting around like damn, that could be me\nAll the cars and bitches livin' lavishly\nBut there's only one problem you ain't as bad as me\nWho could flip a record company from half a key?\nAnd drop a gold album do the math with me\nTurn right around and go platinum, that would be\nFuck it I lost count\nWhy don't you tell me the amount?\nSince you gossip like groupies notice please\nI never go broke my name got 2 G's\nJ-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day\nI be right there when your mics blow out\nI was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out\nI'm right there with the same ice to light up your house\nJust bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out\nI'm the stuff niggas write about\nJigga's a legend\nJay-Hova, end of the session\nFuck with me now\n[Chorus: Jay-Z]\nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x\n\n[Verse 2: JAY-Z]\nWe live from the 7-1-8\nGot my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate\n2 knocks on your door, one gun in your face\n2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe\nPlace the safe in the bath tub I got one prior\nYou better hope this money don't catch fire\nYou so soft, no mask no rope, one clip and I\nLet this nigga run around untied\nI swear to god\nYou know the type that talk wild, but nigga's white cloud\nSoft as a baby's bottom, you know Jay Z spot him\nHaven't heard him in a while, and you know how come?\nThis little faggot in the corner dialing 911\nSnatched the phone, get a grip dog you 'posed to be thug\nWhat you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs\nIn the underworld we take care of beef ourself\nAnd another thing yo we police ourself\nEither you follow the codes or you sell cocaine\nThis life will swallow you whole so get outta the game\nGo to church every Sunday and pray hard\nAnd drug dealer? haha don't quit your day job\n [Chorus: Jay-Z]\nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x\n\n[Verse 3: Ja Rule]\nNigga who else\nPop guns and rap jewels\nMean while\nBurning in hell child\nWe the center of attention\nShow me love for my nigga blazing\nMy niggas is made men\nGangsters shit get coke and sugar boes\nGot hoes for every home\nAnd never fuck they own\nEven though the Fed's got a sweating grip in the chrome\nCommuter case is closed they tapping' the telephone\nDialing' a 213 zone now\nGot ?? slap a bitch up and send her down\nFelling me, I wanna put this hustle behind me\nBut every time I look away he's hitting me blindly\nI'm looking for the light baby\nAnd here it is\nAs soon as the nigga smiling\nDarker the night gets\nThat's why we Gangster and you players\nTake 2 to the heart Inc\nWorld most murderous\n[Chorus: Jay-Z]\nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x1 ",2 -9208,Fleet_Foxes___Sun_It_Rises,sad,"""Sun It Rises [Intro]\nRed squirrel in the morning\nRed squirrel in the evening\nRed squirrel in the morning\nI'm coming to take you home\n\n[Verse]\nSun risin' over my head\nIn the morning when I rise\nHold me dear into the night\nSun, it will rise soon enough\n[Outro]\nThe sun rising, dangling there\nGolden and fair, in the sky 3 ",1 -2170,Autumnblaze___Her_Golden_Robe_In_Silence_Veiled,happy,"'Her Golden Robe in Silence Veiled She’s standind here like carved in stone\nIn silence veiled, her withered cheek\nA childhood queen without a throne\nMy dreamless sleeping child\nRed sorrow’s grinning through my veins\nMy voice unheard, unseen the tears\nI’m waiting where the moonsun reigns\nMy garden whispers tunes\nHear my voice and drink my tears\nI await you with firetunes\nVeiled in everlasting silence\nBut once your heart was full of tunes\nAs we danced as one with the dryads of July\nAshra\nAutumnal storms of endless grey\nThe harvester will sorrow reap\nYou saw the spring, the spring in May\nMein Feuerlilienstern\nHear my voice...\nWenn Wesen, die die Sonne schuf\nIn Schlaf und Weltennacht versinken\nWenn ungehört verhallt mein Ruf\nWill ich den Kelch des Todes trinken\nRemember my voice and sink in your soul\nI wove you a solar crown Embed', 'default'",0 -6535,Daughtry___Gone,happy,"""Gone [Verse 1]\nFeeling like this could only mean, I'm sinking\nFeeling like this could only mean, I'm sinking\nWell, I'm sinking, pull me out\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you are\n[Verse 2]\nFeeling overwhelmed, I take a dive\nInto once overfilled but now empty place to hide\nThe day you turned on me is the day I died\nAnd I've forgotten what it's like\nAnd how it feels to be alive\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you are\n\n[Bridge]\nReach up to the sky\nWhen nothing seems to go right\nWhen nothing seems to go right for me\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you areSee Daughtry LiveGet tickets as low as $65",0 -2756,Belle_and_Sebastian___Legal_Man,happy,"""Legal Man [Chorus]\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\n\n[Verse 1]\nRefer to our discussions, confirm the terms of our love affair\nI exercise all options, and I know I'll see you there\nBa, ba, ba\n\n[Chorus]\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\n[Verse 2]\nNot withstanding provisions of clauses 1, 2, 3 and 4\nExtend contractual period, me and you for evermore\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou're the legal man, you've got to prove that you're no liar\nI'll render services that you may reasonably require\n\n[Chorus]\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it's coming back, it's coming back\n\n[Outro]\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtimeSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0 -1535,AntiFlag___This_Machine_Kills_Fascists,happy,"'This Machine Kills Fascists Hey!\nGo!\n\nWe\'ve run out of patience\nYou\'ve run out of time\nThis scene will not fall victim\nTo your violence or lies\n\nYour ""values"" are nothing\nBut excuses to start fights\nQuit fronting like you\'re standing\nFor a moral cause tonight\nUnited as one, we won\'t stand aside\nYou tried to fuck with our scene\nWe\'re gonna fuck your life\n\n[Chorus]\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nKills fucking fascists\nDead\nThat\'s right, dead\n\nYou don\'t have to be a racist\nTo be a Nazi fuck\nYour mindless nationalism\nGives you credentials enough\n\nYou spew your right-wing rhetoric\nWhen we get your attention\nYou\'ve mistaken the punk scene\nFor the Republican convention\n\nNo more infiltration\nNo more right-wing lies\nYou don\'t belong in our scene\nWe\'ll fight you till we die\n [Chorus]\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nKills fucking fascists\nDead\n\nAhhh!\nDie!Embed', 'default'",0 -1307,Angelic_Upstarts___Im_an_Upstart,anger,"""I’m an Upstart We don't need to be clever to learn your lies\nWe only have to listen, open up our eyes\nTry to be honest, get kicked in the face\nBut if you cheat you're just a rat in the race\nI'm an upstart\nHey whatcha gonna do\nI'm an upstart\nListen I'm talking to you\nSeek out an identity\nYou alienate society\nFace the facts, why not admit it\nHow can you be outrageous when your mother won't allow it?",3 -2248,Ayreon___My_house_on_mars,sad,"'My House on Mars [Johan Edlund]\nDaddy, where are you now?\nForgot about your vow?\nYou promised you\'d return and take me to Earth\nDid you have to fight that war?\nWhat was it all for?\nThe honor of one\'s name, what is it worth?\n\n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nI\'m all alone. We\'re all alone.\nMy future\'s unknown. Our future\'s unknown.\nI reach out to the stars out here in my house on Mars\n[Johan Edlund]\nMother, did you hear me cry?\nYou never told me why\nYou put me in this world of rock and dust\n\nNo friends for playing games\nNo foes who scorn my name\nComputerized machines of steel and rust\n\n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nIs this my home? This is our home?\nThis desolate dome. His desolate dome.\nI call out to the stars, ""I\'m alone in my house on Mars.""\n\n[Johan Edlund]\nI\'ll never smell the ocean breeze\nI\'ll never climb the highest trees\nI\'ll never feel the burning sun\nI\'ll never meet my chosen one... in my house\n\nDaddy, I forgive you now\nYou could not keep your vow\nYou will never return, I\'ll never see Earth\n\n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nMy time has come. Our time has come.\nI\'m emotionally numb. Emotionally numb.\nI\'m headed for the stars, I\'m leaving my house on Mars\nNo friends in my house on Mars\nNo foes in my house on Mars\nI was born in my house on Mars\nI will die in my house on Mars Embed', 'default'",1 -4747,Camera_Obscura___Honey_In_The_Sun,happy,"""Honey in the Sun [Verse 1]\nA half full moon in Mexico City I think of you\nAnd when I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you\nOh, I've been spending half the year in a plane going up and down\nAnd you've been seeing other people from a nearby town\nBeen obsessing and getting depressed about us\nExcess baggage and other stupid band stuff\n\n[Chorus]\nI wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree\nWas that the very last time you really looked at me?\nI'm in training to become as cold as ice\nI'm determined to protect my feelings to disguise\nAnd when I said I didn't love you, I told a lie\nBecause there is no one above you though I try\nWould you laugh at the time I spent calling your name\nOver and over and over and over again?\n\n[Chorus]\nI wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before\nI wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe trouble is I got me close to hating me\nAnd when I wake up in the morning it's your face I see\nOh, you once made me feel less afraid\nYou've got me pouring myself over this page\n\n[Chorus]\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you",0 -3985,Box_Car_Racer___Sorrow,sad,"""Sorrow [Verse 1]\nBecause I need you more than you need me\nBecause I want you more, I know\n\n[Verse 2]\nBecause we move too fucking fast\nI think I really had to wish to make this last, I know\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\n[Verse 3]\nBecause I cared way more\nBecause I really felt that you felt so much more, I know\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\nI'm sorry please forgive me, believe me if you could\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\nI'm sorry please forgive me, believe me if you could\nBelieve me if you could 3 ",1 -7285,Dismantled___Dystopia,sad,"""Dystopia Conditioned knowledge\nArranged through screens\nControlled emotions\nAligned through dreams\nRepressed desires\nMaintained by fear\nImprisoned faith\nNo will to flee\n\nThe order is issued\nEnforced by steel\nCompliance required\nThe transfer begins\nAssembled and numbered\nAssigned to cells\nInjected and wired\nReality fades\nWe'll\nProgram your minds\nProgram your dreams\nWe'll\nProgram your lies\nProgram your thoughts\n\nWe'll\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your lies\nProgram your dreams\nProgram your lies\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your dreams\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your lies\n\nAwake at last\nAll thoughts are clear\nA strength is present\nThe walls disappear\nYou stand surrounded\nFeel no constraints\nNew blood is flowing\nThrough artificial veins\n The sky is burning blue again\nA blinding light protects the gray\nA stainless shield against the wind of change\n\nA rising grid expands beyond\nConverting stars to perfect form\nAbove horizons merging into gray ",1 -4153,Brazilian_Girls___Jique,sad,"""Jique Tu sais pour toi j'ai une faiblesse\nSi si, pour toi un-e faiblesse…\nA chaque fois that we're together\nPenso: my heart goes purpur\n\nYou know 'You've got that feeling' - you've got that feeling\nCe qu'on appelle\nThat feeling that feeling\nGoes well with my nature\nMit meiner Natur\nJique, Jique, Jique\nJique çe soir\n\nSundays ok son\nSundays ok\n\nYou know : I really really like you, really really like you\nI said : I really really like you - idem\nÇe n'est pas de la paresse\nWenn ich mich ver-ges-se\n\nYou've got a nose and that feeling\nCio che si dice il:\nFeeling\nIch sag:\nT'es comme un parasite\nPlus je gratte plus ça pique!",1 -2176,Avant___Heaven,happy,"""Heaven [Verse 1]\nWe can sing a song together\nJust you and me\nAnd we can dance all night long forever\nLike it's a fantasy oh baby\nLook, I don't know you r name\nDon't know where you're from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat's where we're goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven\nWhen we get there you will be treated\nJust like a queen\nAnd I'll fulfill all of you desires\nAnd your wildest dreams, ooh baby\n\nLook, I don't know you r name\nDon't know where you're from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat's where we're goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven\n\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nI can ease your mind\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nI got nothing but time\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nYou need what I got\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nIs you comin or not\n Look, I don't know your name\nDon't know where you're from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat's where we're goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven\n\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nI can ease your mind\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nI got nothing but time\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nYou need what I got\nWhat's up, what's up\nWhat's up, what's up\nIs you comin or not\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat's where we're goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven ",0 -6557,Dave_Gahan___A_Little_Lie,sad,"""A Little Lie [Verse 1]\nThat time has passed\nSome things that never really last\nWe've come undone\nTo me you'll always be the one\n\n[Chorus 1]\nCalm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\nCalm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\n\n[Verse 2]\nI walk alone\nAnd you know I've never felt at home\nI'm so hard to please\nAnd I have everything I need\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh, calm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\nOh, calm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus 3]\nCalm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\n Oh, calm down people\nIt's just a little lie\nYou know it doesn't mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right2 ",1 -3991,Box_Car_Racer___My_First_Punk_Song,happy,"""My First Punk Song [Verse 1]\n24 to nothing and I'm at the intersection\nWaiting for the light that's green\nWaiting for a reason\nTake them all and stack them up\nNot in my collection\nHit them all and watch them fly\nFuck them all and watch them drown\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat is with these bands that keep coming with their politics\nThey never went to school to find out that they were full of shit\nDidn't really either\nBut fuck I guess it really doesn't matter\nYou took this time to listen to me\nSo I'll say hey I fucked your brother\n[Chorus]\nThere's one problem\nI got brownies\nFrom your mother\nIt gave me syphilis\nI got no dick!\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's one problem\nI got brownies\nFrom your mother\nAnd it gave me syphilis\nI got no dick!\n\n[Outro]\nFuck yeah!",0 -7191,Dimmu_Borgir___Burn_In_Hell,sad,"""Burn in Hell [Verse 1: Shagrath]\nWelcome to the abandoned land\nCome on in, child, take my hand\nHere there's no work or play\nOnly one bill to pay\nThere's just five words to say\nAs you go down, down, down\n\n[Chorus 1: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nOh, burn in Hell\n[Verse 2: Shagrath]\nYou can't believe all the things I've done wrong in my life\nWithout even trying, I've lived on the edge of a knife\nWell, I've played with fire and I don't want to get myself burned\nTo thine own self be true, so I think that it's time for a turn\n\n[Chorus 2: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nBefore I burn in Hell\nOh, burn in Hell\n\n[Verse 3: Shagrath]\nTake one good look in your heart, tell me what do you see?\nIt's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be?\nIt's up to you, what you do will decide your own fate\nMake your choice now, for tomorrow may be far too late\n\n[Chorus 3: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nAnd then you'll burn in Hell\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you lay no evil, down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil\nOh, burn in hell\nDon't you play with evil, 'cause I'm free\n [Guitar solo]\n\n[Bridge: ICS Vortex & Shagrath]\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nDon't you lay no evil down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil\nDon't you play with evil, 'cause I'm free\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\n\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nDon't you lay no evil down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil\nDon't you play with evil, 'cause I'm free\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\n\n[Bridge: ICS Vortex & Shagrath]\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you lay no evil down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you play with evil, 'cause I'm free\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you lay no evil down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you play with evil, 'cause I'm free\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\n\nHear no evil, don't you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon't you lay no evil down on me\nYou're gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don't you think no evil... ",1 -1559,AntiFlag___Id_Tell_You_But,happy,"""I’d Tell You But... Your invasion was a crime\nYour righteous explanations - lies\nKicking in our doors, raids at night\nWon't win you hearts, you've lost your minds\nYour killing of my family\nDid not make a fan out of me\nIf this is what your freedom reaps\nKeep it for your United States\nI'd tell you all these things but I can't speak because...\n\nI'm dead, I'm dead\nMy life is life no more\nI'm dead, I'm dead\nYour bullets cut into my flesh\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh\nI loved to read, write poetry\nI loved my friends, my family\nI loved the sand and loved the sea\nThe water splashing over me\nNow I will haunt you in your dreams\nNever another restful sleep\nI'll forever be by your side\nIn life your victim, death your bride\nMy memory will haunt you when you're awake or asleep because...\n\nI'm dead, I'm dead\nMy life is life no more\nI'm dead, I'm dead\nYour bullets cut into my flesh\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh\nYour cluster bombs ripped me to shreds\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh",0 -4070,Brakes___No_Return,sad,"'No Return I was searching through the record section\nOf a shop in Birmingham\nTrying to forget the news\n\nBut you know how things sometimes are\nThe fates conspire to\nRemind you\n\n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like I\'d said\n\'No Return\', those searing words\nBurning in my head\nI\'d come across a compilation\nCalled \'Blues in a Minor Chord\'\nAs though you were there behind me\n\nI\'d turned it over to read the sleeve notes\nCredits in a daze\nAnd a chill came up my spine\n\n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like you\'d said\n\'No Return\', those piercing words\nTattered in my head\n\nAnd I\'d said\n""The pain of being together\nIs more than being apart""\nI thought of you all December long\nAnd now it\'s a New Year\'s start\n""The loneliness of walking by your side\nIs more than walking alone""\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\n\nI let out a hollow howling\nFalling terribly\nLike wind escaping from a tube\n I think they call it coincidence\nOr something like deja vu\nYou never believe it \'til it happens to you\n\n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like we\'d said\n\'No Return\', like icicles\nFalling through our heads\n\nAnd I\'d said\n""The pain of being together\nIs more than being apart""\nI thought of you all December long\nAnd now it\'s a New Year\'s start\n""The loneliness of walking by your side\nIs more than walking alone""\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\n\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving...Embed', 'default'",1 -4232,Brian_Jonestown_Massacre___This_is_Why_You_Love_Me,happy,"""This Is Why You Love Me I heard you say\nHe's gone away\nEvery things ok\nHey\nI'm going to stay\n\nSo dry your eyes\nI'll never lie\nOr treat you like he did\nHey\nCome out and play\nHe never did nothing except for drag you down\nYou can rest your head, cause we'll be laying around\n\nAnd i'm here to say\nThat there's no way\nHe'll love you like i do\nHey\nCome out and play\n\nHe never did nothing except for fuck you around\nYou can rest your head cause we'll be laying around\nYou can rest your head cause will be hanging aroundSee The Brian Jonestown Massacre LiveGet tickets as low as $28",0 -2788,Ben_Folds___Fired,happy,"'Fired Lucretia walks into a room\nBecause she does\nIt\'s not the same room\nThe one she wanted to be in\nShe says\n""Everywhere I go, damn there I am""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away sometimes\nWon\'t you let me walk away?\nEvery one of you is fired\nI\'m just an ordinary guy\nAnd all I want is to be loved\nIs that so wrong?\nDon\'t think that I don\'t know\nWhat you\'re saying about me\nI hear it all through these thin walls\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away this time?\nAnd I just want to walk away\n\n[Chorus]\nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nEvery one of you is fired, yeah\n\nShut the fuck up\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away this time?\n\'Cause I just want to walk away\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 [Chorus]\nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nFired!\n\nMotherfucker!Embed', 'default'",0 -4235,Brian_May___One_Rainy_Wish,sad,"""One Rainy Wish Gold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nNot too long ago\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nNever to grow old\n\nThere you were under the Tree of Song\nSleeping so peacefully\nIn your hand a flower played\nWaiting there for me\n\nI have never laid eyes on you\nNot before this timeless day\nBut you woke and you - woh - smiled my name\nYou stole my heart away\nYou stole my heart away little girl - yeah\nAll right!\nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nNot too long ago\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nNever to grow old\n\nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nIt's only a dream\nI'd love to tell somebody about this dream\nThe sky was filled with a thousand stars\nWhile the sun kissed the mountains blue\nAnd eleven moons played across the Rainbows\nAbove me and you\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nThe colour of the Velvet Wall\nThat surrounds us",1 -1894,As_Cities_Burn___Contact,happy,"'Contact Hearts aren\'t really our guides\nWe are truly alone\n\'Cause God ain\'t up in the sky\nHolding together our bones\n\nRemember we used to speak\nNow I\'m starting to think\nThat your voice was really my own\nBouncing off the ceiling back to me\n\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, could it be that all we see is it?\nIs this it?\nIs this it?\nWon\'t you come down, heaven\nWon\'t you come down?\nWon\'t you cut through the clouds?\nWon\'t you come down?\n\nOh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?\nDo you have clouds to stop his voice?\nOh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?\nDo you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?\n\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, could it be that all we see is it?\nIs this it?\n\nGod, does grace reach to this side of madness?\n\'Cause I know this can\'t be\nThe great peace we all seek\n\nWon\'t you come down, heaven\nWon\'t you come down?\nWon\'t you cut through the clouds?\nWon\'t you come down?\n\nDid your clouds stop his voice?\n And, Brother, have you found the Great Peace that we all seek?\nYou say, ""Take a look around; If there\'s a God, then He must be asleep.""\n""God must be asleep.""\n""God must be asleep.""\n""God must be asleep.""\n""God must be asleep.""Embed', 'default'",0 -2517,Bauhaus___In_The_Night,sad,"""In the Night [Verse]\nIn the night, in the chair\nHe sits there, he sits tight\nNo more cans, no more crime\nSee the place, see the time\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, you never know\nYou never know\nWell you never know\nYou never know\n[Verse]\nHe walks light, don't know how\nMaybe now, in the night\nOh, I know, yes I know\nThere's no chat\nHe's for show\n\n[Chorus]\nWell you never know\nYou never know\nYou never know, no no no no\nYou never know, no no no no no no\nNo no no\n\n[Bridge]\nSees the place and tries to get the time\nHe's slowly slipping into the slime\nCan't inject into his veins\nBlood and guff ooze out and stain\nCares not that he really bleeds\nDeath not hell is what he needs\nSees the place, checks the time\nSome other place, some other time\nYou never know\n\nSlipping up and down his writing side\nHis eyes begin to ponder pride\nSubjective pics of misled youth\nBefore him lies the dreadful truth\nUndignified, insignified\nHis wrist on to the razor slides\nYou never know 2 ",1 -5097,Cerrone___Love_Is_The_Answer,happy,"""Love Is The Answer Love is such a good thing!\nFeeling, feeling all around you\n\n'Cause I'm feeling so excited\nPeople don't you know\nLove's the only answer\nGot to let it, got to let it go\n\nSo give me some, give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove's the only answer\nCarry on, people carry on\nSave the love\nLove's the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove's the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove's the only answer\n\nOur love's like making music\nHear it, hear it all around you\n\n'Cause it gets me so excited gets me so excited\nPeople don't you know\nLove's the only answer\nGot to let it, got to let it go\n\nSo give me some, give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove's the only answer\nCarry on, people carry on\nSave the love\nLove's the only answer\n\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove's the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove's the only answer\nSo give me some give me some, give me some give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove's the only answer\nCarry on carry on, people carry on carry on\nSave the love\nLove's the only answer\n Get it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some save me some\nLove's the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some save me some\nLove's the only answer\n\nLove all together\nLove is the way\nPeople gather this way\nLove is the answer today\nOoh, people gather this way\nOoh, ooh, gather, gather ",0 -2057,Atlantic_Starr___Always_Album_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -4830,Carey_Ott___Mother_Madam,sad,"""Mother Madam Now's the time to break these chains\nNow's the time to pack these things along\nYou're a big girl in the same small town\nPick yourself up off the ground\nMother Madam, Mother Madam, Mother Madam\n\nIt's another sticky corporate afternoon\nWith all the simple deals? out there on the moon\nNow's the time to break these chains\nNow's the time to pack these things along\nWe wouldn't leave here without you\nWe wouldn't be here without you\nMother Madam x 7\n\nDon't get carried away so soon\nDon't get carried away so soon\nDon't get carried away too soon\n\nMom, I couldn't find you, you were lost out of space\nMom, I would invite you to escape\n\nI wouldn't leave here without you\nI wouldn't be here without you\nWe wouldn't leave here without you\nWe wouldn't be here without you\n\nMother Madam x7\n\nDon't get carried away so soon x4\nDon't get carried away too soon x3",1 -7087,Diana_Krall___The_Night_We_Called_It_A_Day,happy,"""The Night We Called It a Day There was a moon out in space\nBut a cloud drifted over its face\nYou kissed me and went on your way\nThe night we called it a day\n\nI heard the song of the spheres\nLike a minor lament in my ears\nI hadn't the heart left to pray\nThe night we called it a day\n\nSoft through the dark\nThe hoot of an owl in the sky\nSad though his song\nNo bluer was he than I\nThe moon went down, stars were gone\nThe sun didn't rise with the dawn\nThere wasn't a thing left to say\nThe night we called it a day\n\nSoft through the dark\nThe hoot of an owl in the sky\nSad though his song\nNo bluer was he than I\n\nThe moon went down, stars were gone\nBut the sun didn't rise with the dawn\nThere wasn't a thing left to say\nThe night we called it a daySee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",0 -1004,Amandine___Fathers__Sons,sad,"""Fathers & Sons We fall apart\nLike fathers and sons\nWith a shot to the heart\nFrom a poachers gun\n\nYou took a U-Turn\nTo dodge what was left\nOf a perfect excuse\nA nail that was loose\n\nWe fell apart\nLike fathers and sons\nWith a shot to the heart\nFrom a poachers gun\nI can't shake it off\nAnd I can't wear it down\nWhat I've found\nWhat I've found",1 -4111,Brandi_Carlile___Someday_Never_Comes,happy,"""Someday Never Comes [Verse]\nDear Love, I'll miss you much\nI'll miss your smile and I'll miss your touch\nBut I found a place where I can erase my past\nMaybe someday when you're old and gray\nAnd your hair falls out and your tattoos fade\nYou might see me standing, hand in hand\n\n[Chorus]\nI have to go away\nI've got no reason to stay here\nYou said someday you'll change\nBut even a fool will tell you\nSomeday never comes\n[Verse]\nYou built your rooms, you built your walls\nYou kept me outside of it all\nI got tired of you, what's a girl to do?\nMaybe someday if we stay this way\nAnd you see my face in a different place\nYou'll remember when, you're gonna thank me then\n\n[Chorus]\nI have to go away\nI've got no reason to stay here\nYou said someday you'll change\nBut even a fool will tell you\nSomeday never comesSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45 3 ",0 -4080,Brand_New___Okay_I_Believe_You__But_My_Tommy_Gun_Dont,anger,"""Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t [Verse 1]\nI am heaven sent\nDon't you dare forget\nI am all you've ever wanted\nWhat all the other boys all promised\nSorry I told\nI just needed you to know\n\nI think in decimals and dollars\nI am the cause to all your problems\nShelter from cold\nWe are never alone\nCoordinate brain and mouth\nThen ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out\nI wish I knew\n\n[Verse 2]\nI hope this song starts a craze\nThe kinda song that ignites the airwaves\nThe kinda song that makes people glad to be where they are\nWith whoever they're there with\n\nThis is war\nEvery line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore\nHope you come down with something they can't diagnose\nDon't have the cure for\n\nHolding on to your grudge\nOh, it's so hard to have someone to love\nAnd keeping quiet is hard\n'Cause you can't keep a secret\nIf it never was a secret to start\nAt least pretend you didn't wanna get caught\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we're throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us\n [Verse 3]\nOh, we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial\nWe are entirely smooth\nWe admit to the truth\nWe are the best at what we do\n\nAnd these are the words you wish you wrote down\nThis is the way you wish your voice sounds\nHandsome and smart\nOh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body\nThat works harder than my heart\nAnd it's all from watching TV\nAnd from speeding up my breathing\nWouldn't stop if I could\nOh, it hurts to be this good\n\nYou're holding on to your grudge\nOh, it hurts to always have to be\nHonest with the one that you love\nOh, so let it go\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we're throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nWe're concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we're throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us\n\n[Bridge]\nThis is the grace only we can bestow\nThis is the price you pay for loss of control\nThis is the break in the bend\nThis is the closest of calls\nThis is the reason you're alone\nThis is the rise and the fall!\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we're throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\n\nWe're concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we're throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us14 ",3 -2087,Atreyu___Lip_Gloss_and_Black,anger,"""Lip Gloss and Black [Verse 1]\nIf I gave you pretty enough words\nCould you paint a picture of us that works?\nAn emphasis on function rather than design\nAren't you tired? Cause I will carry you on a broken back\nAnd blown out knees\nI have been where you are for a while\n\n[Chorus]\nAren't you tired of being weak?\nSuch rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky\nAnd destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die\n[Bridge]\nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human\n\n[Verse 2]\nAfter all these images of pain have cut right through you\nI will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone\nThen I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat, it sets us apart\n\n[Chorus]\nAren't you tired of being weak?\nSuch rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky\nAnd destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die\n\n[Outro]\nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die! 2 ",3 -3374,Black_Sabbath___Behind_The_Wall_Of_Sleep,happy,"'Behind the Wall of Sleep [Verse 1]\nVisions cupped within the flower\nDeadly petals with strange power\nFaces shine a deadly smile\nLook upon you at your trial\n\n[Verse 2]\nChill that numbs from head to toe\nIcy sun with frosty glow\nWords that glow read to your sorrow\nWords that glow read ""No tomorrow""\n[Bridge]\nFeel your spirit rise with the breeze\nFeel your body falling to its knees\nTake your wall of remorse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nSleeping wall of remorse\nTurns your body to a corpse\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow from darkness, there springs light\nWall of sleep is cool and bright\nWall of sleep is lying broken\nSun shines in, you have awoken 4Embed', 'default'",0 -2449,Bardo_Pond___Walking_Clouds,anger,"'Walking Clouds Walking clouds in the land\nWalking through the sand Embed', 'default'",3 -1735,Arcade_Fire___In_The_Backseat,sad,"""In the Backseat [Verse 1]\nI like the peace\nIn the backseat\nI don't have to drive\nI don't have to speak\nI can watch the countryside\nAnd I can fall asleep\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy family tree's\nLosing all its leaves\nCrashing towards the driver's seat\nThe lightning bolt made enough heat\nTo melt the street beneath your feet\n[Chorus]\nAlice died\nIn the night\nI've been learning to drive\nMy whole life\nI've been learning\n\n[Verse 3]\nI like the peace\nIn the backseat\nI don't have to drive\nI don't have to speak\nI can watch the countryside...\n\n[Chorus]\nAlice died\nIn the night\nI've been learning to drive\nMy whole life\nI've been learning. O-oh..!\n\n[Outro]\nHoo-oo-ooh! Hoo-oo-ooh!\nNo-or-aaah!\nHoo-oo-ooh! Hoo-oo-ooh...!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 9 ",1 -1239,Anberlin___Younglife,happy,"""Younglife [Verse 1]\nHey brother, do you remember when\nWe used to play outdoors\nTil the light was absorbed by the night?\nHey brother, it was an innocent time\nWe used to laugh 'til we cried\nWe're still boys on the inside\nI want to do it again\n\n[Chorus]\nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time that we got away with lies\nI can hear it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights and early lights\nNever thought it would come to a goodbye\nI replay it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\n[Post-Chorus]\nLala la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey lover, do you remember when\nWe would dance in your apartment\n'Til neighbors would knock on your door?\nAnd I remember, you remember when\nWe had no money to speak of\nNo where else to eat but your floor\nI want to do it again\n\n[Chorus]\nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time you would look me in the eyes\nI can see that in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights, all entwined\nMade a promise to never say goodbye\nI replay it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\n\n[Bridge]\nAll those days gone forever\nWonder if we're going to ever\nSee all our younglife friends that we made again\nHave we all lost connection?\nLife pulls in all directions\nMemories bring us back to where we've been\n [Chorus]\nI want to do it again\nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time that we got away with lies\nWe can hear it in the back of our minds\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights and early lights\nNever thought it would come to a goodbye\nWe replay it in the back of our minds\nOver and over and over\nI want to do it again\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLala la la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again\nLala la la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again ",0 -7046,Diablo___Lovedivided,anger,"""Lovedivided I can remember the times\nWhen the grace was\nShining on my face\nDon't you see, don't you feel\nThose days are gone\nThey've vanished in the air\nNow I could not care less\nOf you and your poisoned mind\n'Cos I have already seen\nThis thousand times\nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can't see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries!\n\nHell yeah!\n\nI can remember the love\nAt some point it became\nOne with my hate\nAnd I can see how\nYou are wasting your life\nWasting your dignity\nThe light in my eyes is fading away\nBut I bleed no tears\n'Cos I know your destiny\n\nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can't see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries!\n How blind can you be?\nDon't you know what I mean?\n\nLove divided, love divided\nExtending agony!\nLove divided, love divided\nI hate your empty words\n\nAnd the grin on your face, ah!\n\nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can't see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries!\n\nHow blind can you be?\nDon't you know what I mean?\n\nLove divided, love divided\nExtending agony!\nLove divided, love divided\nI hate your empty words! ",3 -2975,Beyoncé___Single_Ladies_Put_A_Ring_On_It,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsSingle Ladies Put a Ring on It [Produced by Beyoncé, The-Dream & Tricky Stewart]\n\n[Intro]\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies\nNow put your hands up\n\n[Verse 1]\nUp in the club club, just broke up up\nI’m doing my own little thing\nDecided to dip dip, but now you wanna trip trip\n'Cause another brother noticed me\nI’m up on him him, he up on me me\nDon’t pay him any attention\nCried my tears tears, for three good years years\nYou can’t be mad at me\n[Chorus]\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\n\n[Verse 2]\nI got gloss on my lips lips, a man on my hips hips\nHold me tighter than my Deréon jeans\nActing up up, drink in my cup cup\nI can't care less what you think\nI need no permission, did I mention?\nDon’t pay him any attention\n'Cause you had your turn turn\nBut now you gon' learn\nWhat it really feels like to miss me\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n [Bridge]\nDon't treat me to the things of the world\nI’m not that kind of girl\nYour love is what I prefer, what I deserve\nHere’s a man that makes me, then takes me\nAnd delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond\nPull me into your arms\nSay I’m the one you want\nIf you don’t, you’ll be alone\nAnd like a ghost, I’ll be gone\n\n[Bridge]\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies\nNow put your hands up\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh\n'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh27 ",0 -5702,Coldplay___See_You_Soon,calm,"""See You Soon [Verse 1]\nSo you lost your trust\nAnd you never should have\nAnd you never should have\nBut don't break your back\nIf you ever see this\nBut don't answer that\n\n[Chorus]\nIn a bulletproof vest\nWith the windows all closed\nI'll be doing my best\nI'll see you soon\nIn a telescope lens\nAnd when all you want is friends\nI'll see you soon\n[Verse 2]\nSo they came for you\nThey came snapping at your heels\nThey come snapping at your heels\nBut don't break your back\nIf you ever hear this\nBut don't answer that\n\n[Chorus]\nIn a bulletproof vest\nWith the windows all closed\nI'll be doing my best\nI'll see you soon\nIn a telescope lens\nAnd when all you want is friends\nI'll see you soon\nI'll see you soon\n\n[Outro]\nI know, you lost your trust\nI know, you lost your trust\nI Know, don't lose your trust\nI know, you lost your trustSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 7 ",2 -5116,Chanel___My_Life,happy,"""My Life Got me hurting cause I'm wanting you\nAnd you're leaving me\nSaid you need more space\nEven makes your life much easier\nYour love I'll share\nJust tell me that you'll stay\n\nCause you can't go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side\nWhen love's this good, it's hard to find\nKnow that I love you, and you're always in...\nMy life, my life, and I want you in...\n\nIt's not like me to be this way\nBut my love for you has got me so confused\nAnd it's not the things you do for me\nHow you make me feel\n\nKeeps me wanting you\n\nYou can't go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side\nWhen love's this good, it's hard to find\nKnow that I love you, and you're always in...\n\nMy life, my life, and I want you in...\n\nI just wanna let you know that I'l be here for you\nTo make sure that you're happy, my happiness is you\nI just wanna let you know that I'l be here for you\nI just wanna hold on to the love I found\n\nYou can't go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side\n\nMy life, my life, and I want you in...",0 -5833,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Enchantment_Live_At_Webster_Hall,calm,"""Enchantment - live at webster hall I wait for you, I don't know why\nAll I know is I can't hide\nAt this temperature\nYou could take over my mind\nLike gossamer you softly touch\nHe draws me in, I'm powerless\nHe possesses an enchantment\nTell me, I'm forgiven\nHe calls, don't know\nHow I fell under his spell\nLately, I've been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nI wait for you, I'm mesmerized\nThis love is like a potion in disguise\nI'd tightrope walk\nWith a blindfold on my eyes\nI can't escape or so it seems\nI'd run away, he's in my dreams\nHe possesses an enchantment\nTell me, I'm forgiven\nHe calls, don't know\nHow I fell under his spell\nLately, I've been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nIt's the kind of sleepwalk that never ends\nType of loan with no dividends\nIt's a parlor game where you're given chase\nGuess, it could be called an acquired taste\nI know, he knows, he calls, I go, I know\nThis could be an enchantment\nWhy don't you tell me I'm forgiven?\nHe calls, don't know\nHow I fell under his spell? I'm forgiven\nLately, I've been driven\nHe smiles and I give in, give in\nAn enchantment",2 -4172,Brenda_Holloway___When_Im_Gone,sad,"""When I’m Gone What are you gonna do when I'm gone\nWhose shoulder are you gonna cry on\nWhat are you gonna do on the day\nWhen I turn my head and just walk away\n\nWhat are you gonna say to your friends\nWhen the talk around town begins\nWill you tell them how you treated me bad\nWill you tell them how you made me so sad\n\n'Cause you make some people\nThink that you love me a lot\nBut they just don't know you\nAnd what they see isn't what we've got\nWe're happy in the public eye\nThey think you're such a wonderful guy\nBut they don't know how much you've lied\nAnd they don't know how much I've cried\nYou're a real Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde\n\nOh, yeah\n\nYou make a pass at\nEvery girl that you see\nThen when they hurt you\nYou come running and crying to me\n\nI comfort you whenever you're low\nAnd you don't have a place you can go\nYou put your head on my shoulder to cry\nAnd then you turn around and tell me a lie\n\nAnd I just can't take it\nI've gotta make it now\n\nWhat are you gonna do when I'm gone\nAnd what are you gonna do when I'm gone\nWhat are you gonna do when I'm gone\nWhat are you gonna do when I'm gone",1 -2003,At_The_DriveIn___Catacombs,anger,"""Catacombs [Verse 1]\nLark throated spit through beaks tonight\nThese gagging chirps were written in disguise\nWhat's that sound? Caskets floating\nHey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb?\nWould you ever pretend to kick from inside of this womb?\nHey you, did you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils?\nAnd in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead\nAlready dead, dead, dead\n\n[Chorus]\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\n[Verse 2]\nPendulum swing through tantrum slits\nThis scalpel's graze untamed won't feel romantic\nWhat's that sound? Caskets floating\nIn laymen's terms sewn by matrimony, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you...\n\n[Chorus]\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\n\n[Outro]\nWhat's that sound coming? Who can it be?\nWhat's that sound I hear coming?\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage 3 ",3 -4794,Cannibal_Corpse___Slain,anger,"""Slain The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore\nHe knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more\nDeath\nPain\nTerror\nBlood...\n\nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will allways show for all time\nWasting no time he began defiling whores\nHe would be the last man they felt\nA carnivore\nTear\nRape\nRavage\nMaim\n\nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one knows\nTheir bloodstains will always show for all time\n\nFiring, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree\nSlashing with machette, body parts are the debris\nThere is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent\nOne more town, slowly going down\nThis is the comming of endless torment\n\nSolo Jack Owen\n\nUnburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand\nRemains of the slain, a dead body wasteland\nThere is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent\nOne man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent\nSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 Solo Pat O'Brien\n\nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will always sho for all...\nTime\nExpired\nBig iron\nBoth die\n\nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will always sho for all...\nSlain ",3 -6139,Cymbals_Eat_Guitars___Indiana,happy,"'Indiana As the descent began I got the distinct impression\nLake Michigan had been frozen for decades\nI conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum\nTo our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel\n\nThe tundra under us cracked and ruptured\nTo reveal palisades\nMade of blades of gray, gray bristling grass\nAnd papulose lichen\nI was so frightened\nAs my grip on you tightened\nYour skin got slicker\nI am a deserted bus depot\nThough our approach suggested\nAn American hazy sea\nLike the one I found inside\nAfter driving you home once\nStill half high\n\nI-90 through utter desolation\nI sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home\nI close my eyes and see cellar stairways\nVermiculated with delicate animal bone\n\nMusty rooms house racks of fur jackets\nSpattered with plasma\nOn a bus in Indiana\nI called you and screamed\nUnder ceaseless patterns of weeping light Embed', 'default'",0 -8649,Eve_6___Bang,happy,"""Bang The underworld element beckoned in a dream to\nFind a sidekick pronto I should\nThink Thelma, not Daria\nSo I search hard and near and far for\nSomeone the description called for\nThought seldom not Daria\nFound her in a suburban wasteland\nSwaddling clothed and caked in beach sand\nAt first sight thought that I might turn and\nRun out of fear and intrigue\nI stood numb kind of military\nI'd found her I'd keep her\nSafe and sound, don't make a sound\nLook up at the sky, shit's going down\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nRun away with me\n\nI took a one way highway headed west heaven bound\nNever even thought once to turn 'round\nReal life plays tricks on the brain\nPointed fingers were left in the dust and\nThe ones who doubted rusted\nWe're out of here like Vladimir\nNow I'm looking at a picture were I'm right beside you\nEyes shine with a light that binds you\nTo this fool with super glue\nFrom all the way across the nation\nYou came with just your name and your suitcase\nI'll keep you safe and sound, don't make a sound\nLook up at the sky, shit's going down\n\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\n Big bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time\n\nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time\n\nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time\n\nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time ",0 -9236,Floetry___My_Apology,sad,"""My Apology Intro:\nKarma usually comes wearing a stranger's light; it's easier to deal with that way. But now it's you, I've hurt you, disrespected you. There's nowhere to hide, no turning back, no rearrangement. Only what lies ahead…and you're so heaven sent\n\nHook:\nI know you're feeling hurt because of what I did to you\nIf it's blame I'll take it maybe we will make it through\nCause I love you, I love you\nThink about it baby\n\nVerse:\nI'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder\nNever been this wrong before\nNever stood my ground and breathed it in before\nAll I wanted to do is hold ya\nNever felt so brave and so afraid before\nNever faced alone and felt the peace before\nWith tears in my eyes I come to you sincerely\nExcepting this space I'm in\nGrowing outta the phase where I just wanna win\nYou act as though you don't even hear me\nLook at me baby…look at me\nI know you\nHook:\n\nVerse 2:\nGrowth\nI released my grief it was a heavy load\nSurvived the sleep and now I'm letting go\nWaking up and living up to what I had proposed\nWoman now\nI love the girl I used to be\nEver step she took was reaching out to me\nEvery breath is blessed responsibility\nWe made it baby\nI can't control your feelings\nFeel me\nI can't take back, what I've done\nWith my hand on my heart,\nI'm coming to you sincerely\nIf you hear me\nI know you\n\nHook:\nOutro:\nThink about it\nWe know better\nBut love has no expectations\nSo I don't expect you to do anything\nThink about it\nThis is for me\nI'm offering this to you\nTo free myself\nCause I know what I have to do\nThis is my apology\nThink about it baby",1 -7701,Echoing_Green__The___Tonight,sad,"""Tonight Underneath the open sky\nBeneath the stars we cry\nAnd I can't see your eyes\n\nHow I wonder where you are\nSometimes you seem so far\nEspecially tonight\nTonight\nTonight\n\nThough I know you have to run\nHow I want you to stay on\nAnd see how far we've come\nNo, we cannot always wait\nTo choose the perfect day\nTo mean the things we say\nWe say\nWe say\n\nI can't let you go\nSomehow I think you know\nBut if you have to leave\nNow's the time, when I'm still strong\nMy sight still clear\n\nTonight tonight\nTonight tonight\nTonight tonight\n\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight",1 -8997,Fever_Ray___Nows_The_Only_Time_I_Know,sad,"""Now’s the Only Time I Know [Verse 1]\nDark brown hair\nAnd eyelash\nReappear\nIn a flash\nNow's the only\nTime I know\n\n[Verse 2]\nEarly morning's\nGreatest deed\nWhat's forsaken\nI do not need\nThere is water\nThere is snow\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSettling down\nDoor and room\nKeep it tidy\nKeep it like home\n\n[Chorus]\nNow's the only\nTime I know\nCome here sparrow\nWatch my hand\nBlack and blue seeds\nThat's what my hand can\nNow's the only\nTime I know\n\n[Verse 3]\nDo my hair\nAnd paint eyelash\nReappear\nIn a flash\nThere is more\nI'd like to know\n\n[Verse 4]\nNine-fifteen\nThen I'm done\nQuiet front seat\nAnd drive around\nThrough the water\nThrough the snow 2 ",1 -3619,Blue_Foundation___Eyes_On_Fire,sad,"""Eyes on Fire [Intro]\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'll seek you out\nFlay you alive\nOne more word and you won't survive\nAnd I'm not scared of your stolen power\nI see right through you any hour\n[Chorus]\nI won't soothe your pain\nI won't ease your strain\nYou'll be waiting in vain\nI got nothing for you to gain\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm taking it slow\nFeeding my flame\nShuffling the cards of your game\nAnd just in time\nIn the right place\nSuddenly I will play my ace\n\n[Chorus]\nI won't soothe your pain\nI won't ease your strain\nYou'll be waiting in vain\nI got nothing for you to gain\n\n[Verse 3]\nEyes on fire\nYour spine is ablaze\nFelling any foe with my gaze\nAnd just in time\nIn the right place\nSteadily emerging with grace\n [Outro]\nAhh, felling any foe with my gaze\nAhh, steadily emerging with grace\nAhh, felling any foe with my gaze\nAhh, steadily emerging with grace46 ",1 -963,Altan___Blackwaterside,calm,"'Blackwaterside One evening fair to take the air\nDown by Blackwaterside\n\'Twas a-gazing all around me\nThat the Irish lad I spied\n\nAll through the far part of the night\nWe did lie in sport and play\nWhen this young man arose and gathered his clothes\nSaying, ""Fare thee well today""\n\nThat\'s not the promise that you gave to me\nWhen you lay on my breast\nYou could make me believe with your lying words\nThat the sun rose in the west\nGo home, go home to your father\'s garden\nGo home and weep your fill\nAnd think on your own misfortune\nYou brought on with your want and will\n\nFor there\'s not a girl in this whole wide world\nAs easily led as I\nAnd when fishes can fly and the seas run dry\nIt is then that you\'ll marry I\nIt is then that you\'ll marry I Embed', 'default'",2 -7455,Dot_Allison___Did_I_Imagine_You,sad,"""Did I Imagine You? When I close my eyes\nI can see you reach out to me\nIn my deepest dream\nI can hear you call out to me\n\nWhere in the world are you tonight?\n\nDid I Imagine You?\nDid I Imagine You?\nAre you somebody real?\nThat I can touch and feel?\nHere in my dreams\nI'm waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI'll carry you through\n\nNow and then it seems\nI can hear you climb the stairs\nOpening the door\nI realise you're not there\n\nWhere in the world are you tonight?\n\nDid I Imagine You?\nDid I Imagine You?\nAre you somebody real?\nThat I can touch and feel?\n\nHere in my dreams\nI'm waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI'll carry you through\n\nHere in my dreams\nI'm waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI'll carry you through",1 -5750,Combichrist___without_emotions,sad,"'Without Emotions Without emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate\n\nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTicking\n\nWithout emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate\nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTicking 1Embed', 'default'",1 -9134,Firewind___Falling_To_Pieces,happy,"""Falling to Pieces Be yourself tonight\nDon't stress yourself to death\nDon't try to fight the time\nSynchronize your health\nDon't think you'll lose it all\nIt all comes back to you\nSo get your soul alive\nThings will go on through\n\nDon't hide behind a dark\nAnd empty soul\nDon't lie to yourself\nNo more\nEverything is you\nBut you're falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI'm falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat's calm for you\n\nLike a stormy weather\nYou're moving with no goal\nFeeling kind of strange\nFeel you want to growl\n\nDon't hide behind a dark\nAnd empty soul\nDon't lie to yourself\nNo more\n\nEverything is you\nBut you're falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI'm falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat's calm for you\n -Solo-\n\nEverything is you\nBut you're falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI'm falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat's calm for you1 ",0 -4973,Cat_Power___Good_Woman,sad,"""Good Woman [Verse 1]\nI want to be a good woman\nAnd I want for you to be a good man\n\n[Refrain]\nThis is why I will be leaving\nAnd this is why I can't see you no more\nI will miss your heart so tender\nAnd I will love this love forever\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't want to be a bad woman\nAnd I can't stand to see you be a bad man\nI will miss your heart so tender\nAnd I will love this love forever\n[Refrain]\nAnd this is why I am leaving\nAnd this is why I can't see you no more\nThis is why I am lying when I say\nThat I don't love you no more\n\n[Outro]\n'Cause I want to be a good woman\nAnd I want for you to be a good man 4 ",1 -1256,Andrew_Bird___Cataracts,sad,"'Cataracts [Verse 1]\nWhen our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others\nAnd the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers\nMilk that sours is promptly spat\nLight will fill our eyes like cats\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd they shall enter from the back\nWith spears and scepters and squirming sacks\nScribs and tangles between their ears\nFaceless scrumbled charcoal smears, oh dear\n[Bridge]\nThrough the coppice and the chaparral\nThe thickets thick with mold\nThe bracken and the brier\nCatchweed into the fold\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others\nAnd the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers\nMilk that sours is promptly spat\nLight will fill our eyes like cats\nThe light will fill our eyes like cats\nCataractsSee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48 Embed', 'default'",1 -1492,Anorexia_Nervosa___Stabat_mater_dolorosa,anger,"""Stabat Mater Dolorosa We are the Sun\nWe are the dead stars\nWe are the black sky\nInvading your room\nWe are the candle\nThe only light\nWe are the machines of the past\nForever victims and murderers of your joy\n\nWe are Death\nThe ancient knowledge\nThe source of origin\nThe red and white sacred hatred\nEnthroned, materialized\nThe wrath of heaven and hell united in one\nWorship us, be faithful\nBeautiful great and cursed\nVexilla regis prodeunt, fulget crucis mysterium\nVexilla regis prodeunt inferni\n\nWe are the...\nMother of suffering\nBringer of virtue\nPossess the Holy, drink the wine\nArise my son, follow me\nI've felt the wounds of our race\n\nWe are the shadows of all your fathers\nThe ancestors of those who suffer\nCome, when my hand will die upon\nThy forehead, you'll breath in the flames\n\nStabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium\nStabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt\n\nBe without doubt as you've been without weakness\nWe will open the five roses\nWe will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation\n\nMother of suffering\nHater of mercy, divine whore\nMother of fanatics\nBe sure we'll meet again\n Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium\nStabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt\n\nChatiee d'etre nee putain\nNon, chatiee d'etre nee trop tard\nUne seule nuit ne suffit plus\nA nous separer du paradis perdu\n\nMother of suffering\nHater of mercy, divine whore\nMother of fanatics\nHold me, we'll be united as one\n\nStabat Mater Dolorosa\n\nTo serve and to obey\nHere is your tragic destiny\nYour only choice is the name of your Lord and Everything\nYour illusion of madness and liberty\nSealed your eternal enslavement\nSlaves to your race\n\nWe are the Sun\nWe are the dead stars\nWe are the night sky\nWe are the New Obscurantis Order\nNew Obscurantis Order ",3 -5784,Conjure_One___Center_Of_The_Sun,calm,"'Center Of The Sun I hear violins...\n\nYoung girl in the market\nGives it to the men\nWhen the men leave\nHer eyes are red\nWhen her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of a violin\n\nAnd she sings\n""They say the most horrible things\nBut I hear violins\nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done""\n\nYoung boy in the market\nFollows all the men\nWhen the men leave\nHe\'s out of his head\nWhen his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of a violin\n\nAnd he sings\n""They break the most beautiful things\nBut I hear violins\n\nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done\nI look into your eyes\nAnd I am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done""\n\nCenter of the sun...\n Young boy in the market\nSees the girl alone\nAnd asks her\n""Have you lost your way home?""\nShe sings\n""You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins""\n\nI look into your eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done\n\nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done\n\n\'Cause\nI hear violins\nI hear violins\n\nI hear violins\nI hear violins\n\nCenter of the sun...\nI hear\nViolinsEmbed', 'default'",2 -5813,Copeland___Should_You_Return,sad,"""Should You Return See the night is all I have to make me fear\nAnd all I want is just a love to make it hurt\n'Cause all I need is something fine to make me lose\nNow it's a funny way I find myself with you\n\nBecause a song is all I have to make me feel\nAnd all it takes is just a love to make it hurt\nAnd every sound arranged in time could make me lose\nNow it's a funny way I find myself with you\n\nBut now there's nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there's nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you're unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line\nShould you return\nShould you return\nShould you return\nBecause the night is all I have to make me fear\nAnd all I want is just a dream to make it worthwhile\n'Cause all I need is someone close to make me lose\nNow it's a funny way I find myself with you\n\nBut now there's nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there's nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you're unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line\n\nBut now there's nothing left to do to draw your eyes\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there's nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you're just sinking down\nI will be pulling on your line\n\nBut now there's nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there's nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you're unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line\nShould you return\nShould you return\nShould you return",1 -1584,Antimatter___Mr_White,sad,"""Mr. White I'm supposed to talk to you\nDon't even know where to start\nDon't want to stand with the setting sun\nTell me does it really show?\nI'll promise you anything\nPlace your hand over your heart\nDon't want to fool myself anymore\nThink nobody else will ever know\nMr. White up all night\nHiding in my room\nMr. White so uptight\nBlack shapes of doom\nCould never show you how I feel\nEven so I didn't care\nIt's only that inside\nI'm so tired\nSo tired of being all alone\nNow the hours are breathing\nGone like tears in yesterdays rain\nI remember voices telling me\nSecrets of mind-changing reality\nMr. White up all night\nHiding in my room\nMr. White so uptight\nBlack shapes of doom\nMr. White up all night\nAlways likes to sing\nMr. White so uptight\nEven knows my name",1 -4796,Capn_Jazz___Oh_Messy_Life,happy,"""Oh Messy Life [Verse 1]\nFire is motion\nWork is repetition\nThis is my document\nWe are all, all we've done\nWe are all, all we've done\nWe are all, all we've done\nWe are all, all defenses\nFire is motion, is motion growth?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs\nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs\n[Verse 2]\nMy mama, my my mama said\nMy cousin Bucky's so boldly bald\nMy cousin Bucky never took his hat off\nHe always kept his hair back\nMy cousin Bucky kept his hair back\nHe kept that cap on\nEven when swimming\nYeah, I know there's a lesson\nIn there somewhere\nSomething nothing\nSpecial about boys\nWho smell like salami\nAnd boys who've never apologized\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs 3 ",0 -8349,Enigma___Gravity_Of_Love,sad,"""Gravity of Love O fortuna, velut luna\nO fortuna, velut luna\nTurn around, and smell what you don't see\nClose your eyes, it's so clear\nHere's the mirror, behind there is a screen\nOn both ways, you can get in\nDon't think twice before you listen to your heart\nFollow the trace, for a new start\nWhat you need, and everything you'll feel\nIs just a question of the deal\nIn the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove\nThe experience of survival is the key\nTo the gravity of love\nO fortuna, velut luna\nThe path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom\nThe path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom\nTry to think about it\nThat's the chance to live your life and discover what it is\nWhat's the gravity of love\nO fortuna, velut luna\nLook around just people, can you hear their voice\nFind the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice\nBut if you're in the eye of storm\nJust think of the lonely dove\nThe experience of survival is the key\nTo the gravity of love Oh\n\nO fortuna, velut luna\nO fortuna\nO fortuna\nO fortuna 3 ",1 -4930,Cascades___Rhythm_Of_The_Rain_LP_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -7415,Donovan___LIVING_FOR_THE_LOVE_LIGHT,happy,"""Living For The Love Light Leitch\n\nWhat am I doing ? Where am I going ?\nWhat am I living for ?\nLife would be an awful bore\nIf it wasn't for the one I adore\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nWhat can I tell you ? What do I know ?\nI don't know any answer\nAll I know is here I am\nAll I know is I am the man\nWho's living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nNight is upon me and I can't see no stars\nOut in the country and I can't hear no cars\nThe fire is dying as I must some day\nLiving for you only, baby, what can I say ?\nBaby, what can I say ?\n\nAll I know is here I am\nAll I know is I am the man\nWho's living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n\nI'm living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I'd die\n Living for the love light in your eye ... ",0 -7619,Dying_Fetus___Conceived_Into_Enslavement,anger,"""Conceived into Enslavement Foreseen the future coming dismal, regret\nSelfish disposition, paybacks in order promptly\nPower, control the means of commerce, dictate\nRestrict those who try to flourish, unaided nihilist\nPredict, choose who suffers largely, downfall\nInvade, no private profits tolerable, contain dissent\nSharing the wealth with those who rule you, divine\nRestraint, the sermon lectured to you, frequent rhetoric\n\nTaxing only the rich, but they define, what rich is\nGuardianship a must, regardless of your net worth\nBailouts reign in all, manipulate, enduring crowd\nRelentless revolt crushed, just fall in line, must obey\nAll but killing the dream, that's in the past, nothing lasts\nBoundaries in line, unyielding law\nProsperity as a whole, oppressing individuals\nYou'll be part of tranquility, member of the collective\n\nMerely burdening our future generations\nWhy should we care?\nTaxing you to death, regulate your life, unrest\nEnsue\n\nMust show discipline, follow the rules in place\nThey only adhere to you, pay or you're condemned\n\nConstant pressure to relinquish more control\nBelieve in the promise that they can handle the power\n\nEstablishment knows better than you do\nThey just might fulfill the prophecy\nUsing influence to take care of you\n\nLimit personal freedoms, reimburse combined debt\n\nTrusting fools inflating dependence\nIncentive gone to attempt to strive for\nRelying on yourself\nGiving back what was not part of\nThis covenant that masses signed on\nWas not signed in bloodSee Dying Fetus LiveGet tickets as low as $59",3 -1956,Asia___Love_Under_Fire,happy,"""Love Under Fire Love under fire\nWe stand in the flame\nNow and forever\nAfter the rain\nWhen is forever?\nYou can take it from me\nIt may be never\nC'est la vie\n\nLove under fire\nAnd we stand in the flame\nNow and forever\nAfter the rain\nWhen is forever?\nYou can take it from me\nIt may be never\nJust wait and see\nYou can hide in the jungle\nYou can climb up a tree\nYou can scan the horizon\nTell me what you see?\nAs cold as a mountain\nWith a heart that can freeze\nThere's a storm on the water\nWith every heart that she seas\n\nLove under fire",0 -5053,Catherine_Wheel___Wish_You_Were_Here,sad,"""Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell\nBlue skies from pain\nCan you tell a green feild from a cold steel rail?\nA smile from a veil\nDo you think you can tell?\n\nDid they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?\nHot ashes for trees?\nHot air for a cool breeze? Clod comfort for change?\nAnd did you exchange a walk oon part in the war\nFor a lead role in a cage?\nHow I wish, how I wish you were here\nWe're just two lost souls\nSwimming in a fish bowl, year after year\nRunning over the same old ground\nWhat have we found? The same old fears\nWish you were here\n\nI wish you were here x 4",1 -8681,Every_Avenue___One_More_Song_Ep,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -1024,Ambulance_Ltd___Orphelia,happy,"""Ophelia There's still life in the park\nYou're coming down, I'm going with you\nIt's easier in the soft\nLight of the shimmering shattered windows\n\nAnd babe, I'd like you to meet someone\nWhen you meet her, please be serious\nShe thinks it doesn't matter\nIf you're familiar with her sisters and her disease\n\nI hate the one thing I need\nI just don't trust you now, baby\nAll over the leaves on the ground\nI walk around\nI'm late for hundreds of things\nThe walls are thin but I can't reach through them\nI'm chasing dragons down the streets\nMy eyes are feeble and filled with poison\n\nAnd babe, I just let the best thing\nThat could happen, happen to someone\nNow I'm seething from the inside, plastered the outside\nReaching to your side, under the sheets\n\nI hate the one thing I need\nI just don't trust you now, baby\nAll over the streets on the town\nI walk around\n\nIn the night time\nAny old time\n\nOphelia\nOphelia\nLet your life be shallow Ophelia\nLet your mind be hollow Ophelia\nLet your life be shallow Ophelia\nLet your mind be hollow Ophelia",0 -4186,Brendan_Benson___What,happy,"""What What are you trying to do to me, girl\nI close my eyes, I don't wanna see, girl\nI don't wanna hear about you and him, girl\nI don't want to know if it's love that you're in, girl\n\n'Cause you can't possibly be serious about him, girl\nAnd he's got to be delirious if he thinks he can win\n\nWith a not-so-pretty face\nHe's come to take my place\nShe's easily amused\nAnd I know 'cause she fell for the same shit\nI once used\nThe things you say and the things you do, girl\nI've added them up and they don't compute, girl\nI give you an inch and you take a mile, girl\nYou can't say no 'cause it ain't your style, girl girl, girl\n\nAnd it's obvious to me that he thinks he's gonna score\nBut it's not the case, you say you're only friends and nothing more\n\nBut it makes perfect sense\nAnd I speak from experience\nShe's easy to persuade\nShe's a piece of cake and he\nThinks he's got her made\n\nYou said goodbye to him a long\nLong time ago\nYou changed your mind, I guess\nBut you never let me know\nYou just keep me guessing, I'm always guessing wrong\nAlways wrong\n\n'Cause you can't possibly be serious about him, girl\nAnd he's got to be delirious if he thinks he can win\n\nWith a not-so-pretty face\nAnd a poorly thrown ceramic vase\nIt makes perfect sense\nAnd I speak from experience\nShe's easily confused\nI should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks\nI should know, 'cause she laughed at the same jokes\nI should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks\nI once used",0 -5040,Cathedral___Fangalacticus_Supergoria,sad,"'Fangalactic Supergoria Jennings/Dorrian\nWith fangs of lust we hail the night\nFrom tombs arise in mortal fright\nFeeding from skies of morphia\nFangalactic supergoria\n\nSlaves of virtue rotting in the sun\nSouls for mutilation is sacrifical mass\nPleading for heavens on their bleeding knees\nWe dream of nothing but this black euphoria\nAs through skies icy veins we glide\nBlades of lightning cleave your mind\nExploding stars, trembling earth\nFangalactic supergoria\n\nSin - doctrination in the church of flies\nMenatal exinction kingdom of demise\nMonarchy of corpses state of suicide\nGrants you nothing but this black euphoria!\n\nEnergy forces from the grave\nSoul invaders of mystique\nAs cadaver we roam the planes\nAbandoning chains of flesh\n\nUncoil the serpent\nIn duality you are one\nBetween life and death\nFind the threshold you are born\n\nFall to black master\nAwake youself from life\nBack through centuries you die\nAhead of time\n\nSlaves of virtue rotting in the sun\nSouls for mutilation in sacrifical mass\nMonarchy of corpses, state of suicide\nGrant you nothing but this black euphoria\n Energy forces from the grave\nSoul invaders of mystique\nAs cadavers we roam the planes\nAbandoning chains of flesh...Embed', 'default'",1 -7401,Donavon_Frankenreiter___So_Far_Away,happy,"""So Far Away Remember those times on the telephone line\nTrying to break through to you\nIm on the other side of this world\nI wish I was there with you\nAll these days and all these nights\nThinking about you my friend\nI can't wait to get back home\nAnd do it all over again\n\nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away\nI'm wishing you were, so far away\nRemember those times driving down the coast\nStopping at the spots we loved the most\nWatching the wind blowing through your hair\nAnd living out life like we just dont care\nAll these days and all these nights\nThinking about you my friend\nI can't wait to get back home\nAnd do it all over again\n\nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away\nYou know that your still, so far away\nI'm on the telephone but your still, so far away\nI'm over here but your still, so far away\n\nI'll let you know that\nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away\n\nRemember those times on the telephone line so far away\nTrying to break through to you\nRemember those times driving down the coast so far away\nTrying to break through to you\nSo far away",0 -5073,Celtic_Frost___Progeny,sad,"'Progeny [Refrain]\nI am you\n\n[Verse 1]\nStillborn into this state of being numb\nI am the temple and the sacrifice\nThe shrine, entombed within lies all I am\nAnd you, the womb from whence I came\n\n[Refrain]\nI am you\n[Verse 2]\nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves\n\n[Bridge]\nI bring no God, no afterworld\nI am no more than a lie\nI live your life, not for you\nI am a throne made from dust\nI bring no God, no afterworld\nI am no more than a lie\nI live your life, not for you\nI am a throne made from dust\n\n[Outro]\nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves\nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves Embed', 'default'",1 -6971,Devendra_Banhart___This_Is_The_Way,calm,"""This Is the Way This the soup that I believe in\nThis is the smoke I'm always breathin'\nThis is the way I share my breakfast\nThis is the way I serve my sentence\n\nI know I know\nI should lay low\nI should stand tall\n\nThis is the beard I'm always growing\nI know they're here I see them floating\nHer empress beards they float so holy\nTheir beards are here they gently hold me\nWell who knows who knows\nYeah I may come home\nYeah I may return\n\nThis is the way I'm always leaving\nThis is the soft voice of the evening\nThis is the way I hear my father\nThese are the flames that drown the water\n\nWell I knew I knew\nI could stand tall\nI could lay low\n\nThis is the sound that swims inside me\nThat circle sound is what surrounds me\nThis is the land that grows around me\nAnd these are the hands that come in handy\n\nWell we've known we've known\nWe've had a choice\nWe chose rejoice",2 -1542,AntiFlag___Depleted_Uranium_Is_A_War_Crime,happy,"'Depleted Uranium Is a War Crime [U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n""Depleted Uranium is used on the ends of bullets\nAnd on the ends of shells because it is so hard {that}\nAlmost any armament is vulnerable to something that is tipped with Depleted Uranium.""\n\nWoahhh!\n\nIn the cities and towns of Afghanistan\nIn the heart of the Balkans - the heart of Iraq\nNot your Grandfather\'s style of deadly munitions\nIt\'s silent and deadly long after the mission\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\n\nGonna cut through their armor, then cut through your lungs\nIf you make it home alive you\'ll still die young\nA greedy gang of liars, yeah we\'ve seen it all before\nA moneymaking scheme led by war-profiteering whores\n\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\n\n[U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n""They were throwing it away until they figured out they could use it for armament.""\n\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - You\'ll waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - You\'ll waste a...\n\nWe\'ve heard their lies before and we know they\'re lying again\nFeels like a déjà vu of Agent Orange and Vietnam\nWeaponry so sadistic it is hard to comprehend\nWar profits surge with every breath by Uncle Sam\n\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\n [U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n""We went to a hospital in Southern Iraq\nAnd a woman was there with a very deformed child and\nHer husband had been in the Iraqi Army and had been\nIn the battles in Southern Iraq and\nCame home and they produced a baby with very severe\nMalformations... Both the Leukemia rates in children and\nMalformations at birth had increased by 600%\nAnd it was clearly an epidemic where all this\nDU had been dumped... It becomes a dust that can be\nInhaled and infect the blood stream and the rest\nOf the body and it was the opinion of the\nDoctors there that this was caused by depleted uranium...\nThey simply saw this as being a direct result of the\nWar by United States.""\n\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\n\n[U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n""The doctor said\n\'Women {in Iraq} at the time of birth don\'t ask if\nIt\'s a boy or a girl, they ask: Is it normal?\'\n...The military denies first, and then after the evidence\nBuilds to the point where they can no longer deny\nThen they do the research. That\'s what happened in the\nVietnam era around Agent Orange and I suspect and\nI\'m worried that that\'s what will happen this time.""1Embed', 'default'",0 -7437,Dope_Stars_Inc___Theta_Titanium,happy,"""Theta Titanium Bionic hordes all around\nApocalypse now\nLast generation fight again\nTo find a safe place\nThis earth is not a safe place\nThis earth is just a dead place\nThis earth can't be the same again\nThis earth is dying!\n\nTheta Titanium\nHey hey\nThe rendezvous is fixed now\nThis is the last jump\nLast exodus to find a place\nTo start to live again\nCountdown to start a new race\nCountdown to get a new faith\nCountdown and leave this dead place\nCountdown done!\n\nTheta Titanium\nHey hey\n\nI see my earth again yeah\nBut I can see just through\nThe windows of my ship\nI see my earth again yeah\nUnrecognizable, destroyed by human race\n\nTheta Titanium\nHey hey",0 -7519,Dreadzone___Little_Britain,happy,"'Little Britain In this green and pleasant land\nWe have a dream to understand\nIn the mountains of the mind\nThere is a spirit you will find\nJust like the angel from above\nSent to deliver words of love\nAncient cross and Zion star\nEastern ways and praise to Jah\n\nThis is our land\nThis is your land\nThis is our inheritance\nTo lead you on a merry dance\nIn the beginning there was light\nShining path and journeys bright\nWhen the nations pray as one\nThen will the races all be won\nIn this green and pleasant land\nWe have a dream to understand\nOpen paradises gate\nDance on the land and celebrate\n\nSay no matter what your colour\nYour race or your culture\nThis is our inheritance\nTo lead you on a merry dance Embed', 'default'",0 -2616,Bebel_Gilberto___O_Caminho,calm,"""O Caminho Não quero mais seguir\nUm só caminho\nTanta mágua, tanta dôr\nDia após dia, sem parar\n\nPrá que chorar\nCom a mesma dôr, tanta dôr\nNão quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser\n\nSomente com a dôr\nEu te entendo melhor\nSabendo o bom da dôr\nEu vou te guardar com muito amor\nCapaz de um dia achar você\nSem nem mesmo esperar\nE vou dizer não quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser\n\nCapaz de um dia achar você\nSem nem mesmo esperar\nE vou dizer não quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser\n\nE vou dizer\nNão quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser\n\nTranslation:\nI don't want to follow\nA single path\nSo much anguish, so much pain\nDay after day, non-stop\n\nWhy cry\nWith the same pain, so much pain\nI don't want to think\nAbout what will be\n\nOnly with the pain\nI understand you better\nKnowing the benefit of pain\nI will keep you with a lot of love\n Maybe one day I'll find you\nWithout even expecting\nAnd I'll say I don't want to think\nAbout what will be\n\nMaybe one day I'll find you\nWithout even expecting\nAnd I'll say I don't want to think\nAbout what will be\n\nAnd I will say\nI don't want to think\nAbout what will be ",2 -9089,Finn_Brothers___Disembodied_Voices,calm,"""Disembodied Voices Talking with my brother\nWhen the lights went out\nDown the hallway\nForty years ago\n\nAnd what became much harder\nWas so easy then\nOpening up and letting go\n\nDisembodied voices\nFloating in the air\nThis place in the darkness\nCould be anywhere\nTalking to each other\nAs we wait for sleep\nThe angel in the detail\nSoon arrives\n\nSpreading her wings over\nEvery memory\nAnd keeping all our hopes alive\n\nDisembodied voices\nFloating in the air\nThis place in the darkness\nCould be anywhere\n\nWe all made our choices\nLet's work out what we're going to do\nDisembodied voices\nRevealing what we know is true\n\nAnd so much is here\nIf we all disappear\n\nWe could be anywhere\nWe could be anywhere\nWe could be anywhere\n We could be\nWe could be anywhere\n\nWe could be anywhere\n\nWe could\nWe could be anywhere ",2 -2847,Ben_Kweller___How_It_Should_Be___Sha_Sha,happy,"""How It Should Be Sha Sha When I was a movie star\nAn asteroid had hit the Earth\nAnd prematurely ended my career\nI thought out loud, but no one heard me saying:\n\nNothing isn't nothing\nNothing's something that's important to me\nThat's right\nAnd everyone's a little nothing\nThat is how it should be\nThat's right. That's right\nSha sha. Sha doo\n\nWhen I was an astronaut\nI bought a fancy charm\nI thought you liked it but you called it cheap\nAnd at my feet, it fell, like:\n\nSo sue me\nIt's up to me if I decide to be what I think is right\nAnd don't bother me when I'm watching 'Planet of the Apes' on T.V\n\nThat's right. That's how it should be\nSha sha. Sha doo\n\nSo sue me\nIt's up to me if I decide to be what I think is right\nThe sound, it found, the ground, and it hid it for free\n\nThat's right. That's how it should be\nSha sha. Sha doo",0 -8254,Eminem___If_I_Had,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -5717,Coldplay___Violet_Hill,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -7573,Dual_Sessions___Cheek_to_Cheek,calm,"""Cheek To Cheek Cheek To Cheek\nHeaven, I'm in heaven\nAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak\nAnd I seem to find the happiness I seek\nWhen we're out together dancing cheek to cheek\nHeaven, I&'m in heaven\nAnd the cares that hung around me through the week\nSeem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak\nWhen we're out together dancing swinging cheek to cheek\nOh I love to climb a mountain\nAnd reach the highest peak\nBut it doesn't thrill boot me half as much\nAs dancing cheek to cheek\nOh I love to go out fishing\nIn a river or a creek\nBut I don't enjoy it half as much\nAs dancing cheek to cheek\nCome on and Dance with me\nI want my arms about you\nThat Those charms about you\nWill carry me through...\nRight up To heaven, I'm in heaven\nAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak\nAnd I seem to find the happiness I seek\nWhen we're out together dancing, out together dancingswinging\nOut together dancing cheek to cheek\nInstrumental version",2 -2099,Au_Revoir_Simone___We_Are_Here,sad,"'We Are Here The way things should be\nBecame all that I could see\nBut I could\'ve never imagined that kiss\nLove is this\n\nAnd now what we know\nShows us what we\'ve always known\n\nI want to know you and hold you always\nWon\'t you stay\nThe longer I was left alone\nHelped me to find my sense of home\nAnd missing your familiar ways\nAt night, i memorized your face\nWe\'ve spent a long time waiting for\nThe chance to say\n""We are here""\n""We are here""\nI found it unexpectedly\nThe luck that you should notice me\nBut wanting makes it hard to find\nDifferences between wrong and right\nWe\'ve spent a long time waiting for\nThe chance to say\n""We are here""\n""We are here""\n""We are here""\n""We are here""\n""We are here""\n""We are here"" Embed', 'default'",1 -176,ALL_SHALL_PERISH___The_Last_Relapse,sad,"""The Last Relapse I have seen what it means\nTo detest and to care\nAnd to outlive the dream of you and me\nThis has been a disease overtaking a new sense of being\n\nPain staring from your eyes\nHave we made a promise?\nStrained too far this lie\nThe trust has been broken\nAgain\nAnd this path will never lead\nPast the nightmare straight towards my grace\nNot another fucking forfeit, forget\nRising hate left to fear\nI won't be buried in here, no!\nBuried in here\n\nNow crawl in to the shadows\nYour power betrayed lied and wept\nA self-destructive ocean\nDisplaced this torment\nAnd it's dying for destruction\nIt will devour, it will devour our pain\nJust let it release this agony\nWe can't control it\nSome things were meant to be\nSome things were meant to be just\nTorturous pain",1 -6798,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Soul_Meets_Body,happy,"""Soul Meets Body [Verse 1]\nI want to live where soul meets body\nAnd let the sun wrap its arms around me, and\nBathe my skin in water cool and cleansing\nAnd feel, feel what it's like to be new\n\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause in my head, there's a Greyhound station\nWhere I send my thoughts to far-off destinations\nSo they may have a chance of finding a place where\nThey're far more suited than here\n[Interlude]\nBa-da ba-da-ba-ba\nBa-da ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba\nBa-da ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd I cannot guess what we'll discover\nWhen we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels\nBut I know our filthy hands can wash one another's\nAnd not one speck will remain\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I do believe it's true\nThat there are roads left in both of our shoes\nBut if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too\nSo, Brown Eyes, I'll hold you near\n'Cause you're the only song I want to hear\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\n\n[Bridge]\nWhere soul meets body\nWhere soul meets body\nWhere soul meets body\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I do believe it's true\nThat there are roads left in both of our shoes\nBut if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too\nSo, Brown Eyes, I'll hold you near\n'Cause you're the only song I want to hear\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nSee Death Cab for Cutie LiveGet tickets as low as $46 [Outro]\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere18 ",0 -7493,Dr_Feelgood___Route_66,happy,"""Route 66 If you ever plan to motor west\nTravel my way, the highway that's the best\nGet your kicks on Route 66\n\nIt winds from Chicago to L.A\nMore than 2,000 miles all the way\nGet your kicks on Route 66\n\nNow you go through St. Louis, Joplin, Missouri\nAnd Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty\nYou'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico\nFlagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona\nWinslow, Barstow, San Bernardino\nWon't you get hip to this timely tip\nWhen you make that California trip\nGet your kicks on Route 66",0 -7445,Doris_Troy___Just_One_Look,happy,"""Just One Look [Verse 1]\nJust one look, and I fell so ha-a-ard\nIn love, with you\nI found out, how good it fe-ee-eels\nTo have, your love\n\nSay you will, will be mi-i-ine\nForever, and always\nJust one look and I knew-ew-ew\nThat you, were my only one\n[Chorus]\nI thought I was dreaming\nBut I was wrong, yeah yeah yeah\nBut I'm gonna keep on scheming\nUntil I make you, make you my own\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo you see, I really ca-a-are\nWithout you, I'm nothing\nJust one look, and I know-ow-ow\nI'll get you someday\n\n[Outro]\nJust one look, that's all it took\nJust one look that's all it took",0 -7863,Ektomorf___Show_your_fist,anger,"""Show Your Fist [Intro]\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born...\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nRaise your voice\nAnd show your fists\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nStand up for your right\nGo, fight for your life\n\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nFeel the power\nGet stronger\n\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nRaise your voice\nAnd show your fists\n\n[Chorus]\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\n\n[Refrain]\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born, you're born\nYou're born...\n [Verse 2]\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nFreedom fighter\nWith primal instinct\n\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nWithout brains\nWithout fear\n\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they say\n\nYou're born like this\nYou live like this\nNo one can stand anymore\nIn your way\n\n[Chorus]\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\n[Interlude: Romani Singing]\n\n[Chorus]\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists ",3 -5247,Chicane___Offshore_original_mix,calm,"""Offshore original mix I, feel in my mind\nI've got to let go\nI've got to unwind\nI, need a good time\nI need to find love\nI've got to get high\nYou've got the passion\nTo feel inside\nA little love, a little life\nNow you decide\nThere ain't no reasons\nThat we can't share\nA little love, a little life\nCan take us there\nYou've got the instincts\nAnd now you know\nA little love, a little life\nWill let it show\nJust take a hold\nOf what you feel\nA little love, a little life\nWill make it real\nI, feel in my heart\nI want to let go\nAnd make a new start\nI, have got to break free\nI've got to unwind\nI've got to believe",2 -7213,Dinosaur_Jr___Not_The_Same,sad,"""Not the Same [Verse 1]\nOn this day where you're so messed it's clear\nCannot explain the world you roam\nAnyone who has been\nAs I walk with you, it chills me so\nTo hear you say it has come to this\nAnd that it is okay\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn a dream, I always talk to you\nYou seem fine again, my sweet\nFeels alright to me\nIs it right for you?\nFlipping out I try to call to you\nDo you call to me?\nTell me what to do\nAnd I know it is not the same, there is no blame - still I bother you\nAnd you say it is not your deal, it is mine to feel - follow along with you\n\n[Verse 3]\nCome alive I know you will sing to me\nI would not sing to you\nIt is not a thing I do\nHas it been a different feel for you?\nThe whole time this was going on\nOr is it something new?\nAnd I know it is not the same, there is no blame - still I am bothering you\nAnd you say It is not your deal, it is mine to feel - you would not pull me through\nAnyway, you are not the same, it is the blame - follow along with you\n\n[Verse 4]\nIt is a lingering that comes through me\nDoes it come to you?\nAre we really through?\nAny guy would do this thing for me\nIt is not much to ask\nWhy cannot you?\nI am not going to say I have had my way\nYou sure saw to that\nBut what else can I do?\nYou promised so much that I would never touch\nI believed in you\nFor the last time",1 -6495,Darude___The_Flow,happy,"""The Flow Rock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow\n\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\n\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\n Green light to go\nGreen light to go\nGreen light to go\n\nThat's all we need to\nMake the show flow ",0 -4793,Cannibal_Corpse___Perverse_Suffering,anger,"'Perverse Suffering Lusting for eternal pain\nBegging to be tortured\nAgony brings relief, I am insane\n\nIndulging in self-mutilation\nTo satisfy my need again\nThe pain severe from severed veins\nCuring me of deprivation\nPain I crave\nEuphoric state of butchery\nRevelling in gore and blood\nPain I save\nIgniting visions of the past\nDismembered bodies never found\nPain I gave\nDeranged by my deviance\nSavage goal to maim and kill\nObsessed with my cruelty\nVicious ways for me to die\nSado-masochistic rage\nHorrific daze: reality\nPleasure from sadistic intent\nDriven by my lust for pain\n\nPunishment my way of life\nSuffering intensifies\nSacrifice\nBrutal frenzy, no control\nPerverse actions gratify\nWretched abnormality\nCondoning inhumanity\nSuicide\nCarnivorous abusiveness\nBoiling sawn-off testicles\n\nAfflicted fate stricken to malignancy\nLechery dominates my misery\n\nTortured eternally, torment inside of me\nDisturbing impulses, living in agony\nRancid degenerate craving impalement\nDemented destiny, not fearing agony\nSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 Excruciating hunger that I need to feed\nSoon to be slaughtered, dead, maliciously\n\nTortured eternally, torment inside of me\nDisturbing impulses, living in agony\nRancid degenerate craving impalement\nDemented destiny, not fearing agony\n\nDeranged by my deviance\nSavage goal to maim and kill\nObsessed with my cruelty\nVicious ways for me to die\nSado-masochistic rage\nHorrific daze: reality\nPleasure from sadistic intent\nDriven by my lust for painEmbed', 'default'",3 -2476,Barry_White___Let_The_Music_Play,happy,"""Let the Music Play [Intro]\nI'm out here walkin' and talkin' to myself for about 4 hours now...\nHeh, love is really a hurting thing\nHey man, what's happenin'?\nHey brother, what's going on? Alright\nHe's got his woman with him\nHow's he doing? Is he okay?\nBut mine's at home\nWhat time is it...? Damn, almost 12:45\nI think Im'ma walk up here and see what's going on, in this discotheque\nThere's always something going on in there\nWhat becomes of a broken hearted...\nAlbeit... mm, this looks like the place\nEverybody's going in, lemme step on up here, heh\nOne ticket please\nLord have mercy, everybody's here\nHey, what's going on, man?\nYeah, she's at home\nYeah, she's at home... yeah, she's at home\n\n[Chorus]\nLet the music play\nI just wanna dance the night away\nYeah right here, right here, where I'm gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nMovin', kickin', groovin'\nKeep the music strong\nOn and on and on, and on and on and on\nAnd on and on and on and on, and on and on and on...\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm out here dancing, and still - huh!\nI can't erase the things I feel\nThe tender love we used to share\nSeems it like it's no longer there\nI, I've got to hide what's killing me inside\n [Chorus]\nLet the music play\nI just want to dance the night away\nYeah right here, right here is where I'm gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nOh, movin', kickin', groovin'\nKeep the music strong\nOh, let it play on, play it on\nLet it play on, play it on\nAnd on, play it on, play it on\nAnd on and on and on...\n\n[Verse 2]\nI think I'm gonna be alright - ha ha ha\nIf I can make it through the night, oh Lord\nI'll just pretend she's here with me\nI'll close my eyes, her face I'll see\nWon't somebody help me?\nI know it's make believe, but it's the only hope for me\n\n[Chorus]\nLet the music play\nOh, I just wanna dance the night away\nHere, right here, right here is where I'm gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nOh, movin', kickin', groovin'\nKeep the music strong\nOh, let it play...\n[Bridge, spoken]\nBaby, you want to see me laugh\nAnd then you know, that it's only you that I love\nI'm not out here looking for a one-night affair\nIt is just that I'm– that I'm so hurt inside\nThat all I wanna do is just dance, dance, dance...\n\n[Chorus]\nLet the music play\nI just wanna dance the night away\nOh, here, right here is where I'm gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nMovin', kickin', groovin'\nKeep the music strong\nLet it play on, let it play on\nLet it play on, please let it play on\nLet it play on...2 ",0 -1685,Aqua___Halloween,happy,"""Halloween [Intro]\nHello? - Remember me? - Who's there? - I got your number!\nOh no no! - I'm back to haunt you! - No stay away!\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's Friday night so creepy outside\nIt's thundering and lightning\nThere's nobody home cuz I'm all alone\nIt's scary and it's frightening\nThe sound of shoes\nA shadow that moves\nSomething odd is tick-tock-ticking\nSomeone's in here I'm so full of fear\nThe telephone is ringing!\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow I can see you - Oh no please no\nNow I can touch you - Oh god please don't\nI'm right here now - Oh please tell me where\nHahahahahaha - I'm in a nightmare\nYou better run I'm back to hunt you down\n\n[Chorus]\nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI'm coming, I'm coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running, Keep running\nJust keep running, oh keep on running girl, just keep running\n\n[Verse 2]\nHell broke out this Friday night, zombies passing deadly\nMy candyman from bounty land is coming here to get me!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow I can see you - Oh no please no\nNow I can touch you - Oh god please don't\nI'm right here now - Oh please tell me where\nHahahahahaha - I'm in a nightmare\nYou better run I'm back to hunt you down\n\n[Chorus]\nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI'm coming I'm coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running Keep running\nJust keep running, keep on running girl, just keep running\n [Bridge]\nSqueaking and Creaking I move silent in the night hahaha\nCould be the boy next door you'll never guess my disguise\nChains and children fight\nPumpkin and candlelight\nYou might be the chosen one at junior high tonight!\n\n[Chorus]\nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI'm coming I'm coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running Keep running\nHalloweeennnn\nJust keep running, oh keep on running girl, just keep running ",0 -22,10_Years___The_Autumn_Effect,sad,"""The Autumn Effect Casting a cool breeze\nSupplied by the Autumn\nQuestion where it went wrong\nClimbing Jacob's ladder\nClimbing Jacob's ladder\nKindly could you re-evaluate\nAutumn's animated growth\n\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nKeep on fighting one died from burning at his throat\nAutumn swiftly stole the breath of body, mind and soul\nTry and come to willingly embrace\nKharma's kiss of withering decay\nDeath feeds, Hell breeds\nSubside in the Autumn\n\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nKeep on fighting one died from burning at his throat\nAutumn swiftly stole the breath of body, mind and-\n\nSilent beauty\nNo one cares\nSilent ending\nNo one is there 1 ",1 -614,Alabama_3___Peace_In_The_Valley,sad,"'Peace In The Valley ""For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we\'re in\nTo know it\'s insanity, really know it\nWhatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately\nThe thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are\nWhatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane\nYour ace in your hole\nThe psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you\nWhatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror\nWhatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is\nWhatever that is\nIt\'s a lie\nIt\'s a lie. ""\nShe spends too much time with herself every night\nJust fooling around with her fears\nIn the morning she mourns the decline of her mind\nDrowning in a bottle of beer\nIt\'s too dangerous just to think about what she might have been\nIf she\'d sung for salvation, if she\'d danced on her dreams\n\nBut there\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight she\'s gonna blow it all away\nLord, she feels so twisted, She ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nShe\'s just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day\n\nAn\' he don\'t know if he\'s a communist, a hedonist or a whore\nSpent too much time ridin\' on a white line to find the door\nAn\' if he did and he opened it, he\'d find those letters in the hall\nBut he\'s too blind to read between the lines\nCause the writing\'s on the wall\n\nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight he\'s gonna blow it all away\nLord, he feels so twisted, he ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nHe\'s just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day\n\nLet that light shine awhile\n\nGrand old oprie lights are on, Hank Williams on the juke box, we all comin\' home tonight\n I\'ll tell you dear...\n\nI got Ecstasy, but I need some company\nYou got that mystery; Lord I need a plan\nAll I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis\nLord, as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands\n\nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight we\'re gonna blow it all away\nLord we feel so twisted, we ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nWe\'re just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day\n\nOne more time for the people\n\nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight, we\'re gonna blow it all away\nYou know we feel so fuckin\' twisted, we ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nWe\'re just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. x3\n\nNow\'s the time for you to get right and repentEmbed', 'default'",1 -4156,Bread___Make_It_With_You_LP_Version,happy,"""What’s Love Got to Do With It Album Version Dirty\n\n* Intro Ooh, yeah, yeah\nWhat's love got to do\nWarren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm\n\n* Verse 1\nWhen G-dog, the hog, come up in the place\nIt's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face\nYou wanna live fat, off of my sack\nYou got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act\nCause back before '92 and '93\nYou didn't give a damn about Warren G\nBut now that I'm slingin' platinum LP's\nAll of a sudden, you on my N.U.T's\nAin't nothin' you can do to make it stop\nCause money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop\nI ain't in love though, I don't need the pressure\nI just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure\nSome of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep\nThought you was TLC, you had to creep\nYou say you had love, I said you bullshiting\nIt's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it?\n* Chorus What's love got to do, got to do with it that's right?\nWhat's love if you don't respect the game uh-huh?\nWhat's love got to do, got to do with it?\nIf you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it\n\n* Verse 2\nNow, I'm the type of brother that's down for mines\nBefore I made beats, I was down the grind\nBack then, every single homey had my back\nNow they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack\nBut I'm the same brother day in and day out\nAnd I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out\nIn a casket, it's drastic, cause homies is plastic\nBreak 'em off some bread, they want the whole damn basket\nIf you's a true homey, you would wish me well\nNot plot to make a brother bail, jealous as hell\nWe used to get the same riches\nNow your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my riches\nWhich is, not a suprise, my eyes peep game\n211's, 187's it's all the same\nIt's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your grip\nAin't no love involved, because it's all about the chips\n\n* Repeat chorus\n\n* Verse 3\nNow for these labels tellin' fables\nMakin' the fucked-up deals under the tables\nYou think that you smart, but, fool, I'm the smartest\nYou can't make no money if you can't keep an artist\nSign the dotted line, put 'em on the shelf\nBreak 'em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself\nI know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho\nFly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough\nSince it's all business, I'm-a handle mine\nKeep track of my stack down to the very last dime\nCause in this rap game, it's all about the buck\nYou bend over for the label and you will get fucked\nLike how we run up in them trick, and then you're through\nThe record label do the same shit to you\n90% business, 10% show\nAin't no love in this game, cause it's all about the dough\n * Repeat chorus2 ",0 -1812,Arctic_Monkeys___The_Bad_Thing,happy,"'TranslationsPortuguêsThe Bad Thing [Chorus]\nDo the bad thing\nTake off your wedding ring\nBut it won\'t make it that much easier\nIt might make it worse\n\n[Verse 1]\nOh, the night\'s like a whirlwind\nSomebody\'s girlfriend\'s talking to me, but it\'s alright\nShe\'s saying that he\'s not gonna slap me or try to attack me\nHe\'s not the jealous type\nAnd I only need to get half an excuse and I\'m away\nBut when there\'s no excuses, that\'s much easier to say\nI\'ve been before\nAnd all these capers make us too good for her to ignore\nSee, she\'s talking but I\'m not entirely sure\n[Chorus]\nDo the bad thing\nTake off your wedding ring\nBut it won\'t make it that much easier\nIt might make it worse\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, a sudden disheartener\nSomebody\'s partner\'s talking to me\nBut I don\'t know that is what she isn\'t\nShe murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true\nAnd I knew, how could she not? She could have anyone she wants\nAnd I\'m struggling to think of an immediate response\nLike, ""I don\'t mind, it\'d be a big mistake for you to wait\nAnd let me waste your time\nReally, love, it\'s fine""\nI said, ""Really, love, it\'s fine""\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd then the first time it occurred that there was something to destroy\nI knew before the invitation that there was this ploy\nOh, but she carried on suggesting, a struggle to refuse\nShe said, ""It\'s the red wine this time,"" but that is no excuseSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 10Embed', 'default'",0 -2387,Bad_Manners___Lip_Up_Fatty,happy,"""Lip Up Fatty Lip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\n\nListen to the music, shuffle up your feet\nListen to the music of the fatty beat\n\nMoving with the rhythm, sweating with the heat\nMoving with the rhythm of the fatty beat\n\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nTrumpeet\nListen to the music, shuffle up your feet\nListen to the music of the fatty beat\n\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nTrumpeet\n\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nDon't call me fat man\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nFat man don't like you",0 -5872,Counting_Crows___Rain_King,happy,"'Rain King [Verse 1]\nWhen I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird\nI think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers\nAnd all other instruments of faith and sex and God\nIn the belly of a black-winged bird\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more\n[Chorus]\nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been crying and I\'ve been thinking\nAnd I am the rain king\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I said, ""Mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone""\n\'Cause I can\'t go outside, I\'m scared I might not make it home\nWell I\'m alive, I\'m alive, but I\'m sinking in\nIf there\'s anyone at home at your place, darling\nWhy don\'t you invite me in?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been lying and I\'ve been sinking\nAnd I am the rain king\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, I only want the same as anyone\nHenderson is waiting for the sun\nOh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends\nAfter all the dreaming, I come home again\nSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79 [Verse 1]\nWhen I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird\nI think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather\nRender up my body into the burning heart of God\nIn the belly of a black-winged bird\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been dying and I\'ve been drinking\nAnd I am the rain king\n\n[Outro]\nWell I said that ""I am the rain king""\nWell I said, ""I, I, I, I, I, well I am the rain king"", yeah5Embed', 'default'",0 -5024,Cat_Stevens___Oh_Very_Young,happy,"""Oh Very Young Oh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nYou're only dancing on this earth for a short while\nAnd though your dreams may toss and turn you now\nThey will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans\nDenim blue fading up to the sky\n\nAnd though you want them to last forever\nYou know they never will\nYou know they never will\nAnd the patches make the goodbye harder still\nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nThere'll never be a better chance to change your mind\nAnd if you want this world to see a better day\nWill you carry the words of love with you?\nWill you ride the great white bird into heaven?\n\nAnd though you want to last forever\nYou know you never will\nYou know you never will\nAnd the goodbye makes the journey harder still\n\nWill you carry the words of love with you?\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye\n\nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nYou're only dancing on this earth for a short while\nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?",0 -1495,Another_Sunny_Day___Rio,sad,"""Rio Not so long ago\nI tried to make you love me\nI told you that I loved you\nThen asked you if you loved me\nAnd although you said no\nThere's still something inside me\nThat trembles when I hear your name\nYou're still the only girl for me\nAnd now\nYou still don't want to know\nIf you still don't want to know\nWhere does this leave me?\nAnd now\nHe wants you to love him\nIf you say that you love him\nWhere does this leave me?\nWhere does this leave me?\nI know I should forget\nBut I just can't forget you\nI know it's all so pointless\nBut honestly I love you\nPerhaps I should admit\nThat he'd be better for you\nBut I could never say that\nBecause it's simply not true\nAnd now\nYou still don't want to know\nIf you still don't want to know\nWhere does this leave me?\nAnd now\nHe wants you to love him\nIf you say that you love him\nWhere does this leave me?\nWhere does this leave me?",1 -5837,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___I_Would_Like_To_Call_It_Beauty,calm,"""I Would Like to Call It Beauty So young for death\nWe walk in shoes too big\nBut you play it like a poet\nLike you always did\nAnd I lay face upturned on the palm of God\nPushed on by the fingertips of dreams\nThey haunted me\nConsoling me\n\nAnd I would like to call, call it beauty\nStrained as love's become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, ....\nYou slept a sigh like the angels speak\nAnd we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet\nAnd I had thought that I would die here\nBut you pushed me on\nYou pushed me on\nYou pushed me on\n\nOh And I would like to call it beauty\nStrained as love's become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, ....\n\nYou can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest\nOr you can lay mouth open on the water's edge\nBut all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you\n\nOh I would like to call, call it beauty\nStrained as love's become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, .... 1 ",2 -982,Alvin_Stardust___My_Coo_Ca_Choo,happy,"""My Coo Ca Choo Coo coo I just want you\nReally love the things that you do\nCome on and love-a-me too\nOh won't you be my coo-ca-choo\nSweetness I like ya dress\nI love the way you know you're the best\nI'm in love and I'm in a mess\nI really want you coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nTom cat you know where it's at\nCome on lets go to my flat\nLay down and groove on the mat\nWell you can be my coo-ca-choo\nChains, chains\nI'm all in chains\nReal love will drive me insane\nCome on lets do it again\nI really want my coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nNight times a lonely time\nWhen you've gone\nI'm startin to cry\nBut you know that\nYour on my mind\nOh honey be my coo-ca-choo\nDo, do you love me too\nWill I smile or willbe blue\nI'm a man I hunger for you\nOh honey be my coo-ca-choo\nSo honey be my coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want my coo-ca\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want my coo-ca\nI need ya yes\nI need ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI want ya yes",0 -1979,Associates___A_Matter_Of_Gender,sad,"""A Matter Of Gender I will admit it\nThat you're something special\nI'm now convinced\nMarguaritte\n\nThe flame may be hot\nBut you can't resist it\nTo know is to touch\nMarguaritte\nMama mama, Marguaritte\nMarguaritte, Marguaritte\nI don't know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte\n\nDon't let slip my name\nWhile you're making love\nSay you were dreaming\nMarguaritte\n\nThou shalt not commit\nThe seventh commandment\nMost precious of all\nMarguaritte\nMama mama, Marguaritte\nMarguaritte, Marguaritte\n\nI don't know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte\n I don't know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte ",1 -927,Allison_Moorer___Let_Go,sad,"""Let Go Sometimes in the mornings\nI wake up devastated that you're gone\nIt drives me kinda crazy\nAnd I tell myself it's been a little long\nTo still be expecting you\nTo call me up on the phone\nI don't like holding on\nBut I can't let go\n\nSometimes a photograph of you\nWill take my breath away\nI don't think that time's a healer\nNo matter what folks say\nHow can years fly by so fast\nAnd breaks in a heart mend so slow\nI don't like holding on\nBut I can't let go\nSometimes I'm in a room full of people\nWhen old lonely sits by me\nAnd it makes me sad to realize\nThat unlike you he won't ever leave\nI wish I had some kind of pill\nTo take this feeling from my bones\n\nI don't like holding on but I can't let go",1 -8058,Elliott_Smith___No_Name1,calm,"'No Name #1 [Verse 1]\nAt a party he was waiting\nLooking kind of spooky and withdrawn\nLike he could be underwater\nThe mighty mother with her hundred arms\nSwept all aside\nI hate to walk behind\nOther people\'s ambitions\nI saw you waiting\n\n[Bridge]\nSaint-like, with your warning\n[Chorus]\nLeave alone\nYou don\'t belong here\n\n[Verse 2]\nGot nervous, started whistling\nEvery thought a ricochet\nDid you notice? Well, I wondered\nWhat\'s the worst thing I could say?\nFroze up inside\n""You remind me of\nSomeone\'s daughter,"" I forgot her\nI forgot her name, ashamed\n\n[Bridge]\nGo home and live with your pain\n\n[Chorus]\nLeave alone\nLeave alone\nBecause you know you don\'t belong\nYou don\'t belong here\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen I go, don\'t you follow\n [Chorus]\nLeave alone\nLeave alone\nBecause you know you don\'t belong\nYou don\'t belong here\n\n[Outro]\nSlip out quiet\nNobody\'s looking\nLeave alone\nYou don\'t belong here1Embed', 'default'",2 -5386,Christie___Iron_Horse,happy,"""Iron Horse Through the plains and valleys\nAcross the great divide\nWhite man brought his thunder\nFrom the other side\n\nBurning smoke and wing of steel\nBreathing fire from flaming wheels\nReaching out for a new frontier\nMaking sure the way was clear\n\nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin' on\nOver sand and water\nAcross the canyon too\nThrough the crimson sunset\nIts mighty whistle blew\n\nBurning smoke and wing of steel\nBreathing fire from flaming wheels\nReaching out for a new frontier\nMaking sure the way was clear\n\nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin' on\n\nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin' on\n\nKeep on burnin' on\nKeep on burnin' on 1 ",0 -2318,Babyshambles___The_32nd_Of_December,sad,"""The 32nd of December Speak\nDon't talk about it\nStill\nDon't want to know all about it\nArguing with you's no good\nWell you'll be nobody's fool but your own\nSpeak\nDon't talk about it\nDon't talk about the 32nd of December\nThat's a night I'm trying so hard to forget\nAll you do is you come round and then, well I remember\nRemember what I try, that I, what I\nSpeak\nDon't talk about it\nStill\nDon't want to know all about it\n\nAnybody want tea?\nDid anybody thank you?\nOh fuck me but don't speak\nAnd don't talk about it\n\nDon't you talk about the 32nd of December\nThat's a night I'm trying so hard to forget\nAll you do is you phone, then I, I remember\nRemember what I try\nThat I, what I\n\nSpeak\nDon't want to talk about it\nWell it was you, not I\nWho was, such a stickler for manners\nSo don't you say goodbye\nAh no to your good old friend\nAh goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\nGoodbye\n\n[Unintelligible]\n Speak\nDon't talk about it\nStill\nDon't want to know about it\n\nIf they ask me nicely then I'll go\nBut they never do\nSo I never do ",1 -2374,Bad_Cash_Quartet___Midnight_Prayer,happy,"'Midnight Prayer ""There\'s a prayer covering the silence in my room\nNo I don\'t want to wake up as myself\nAnd I went from Gothenburg to Stockholm\nJust too see if heavens guarantee included me\nAnd I\'m still standing on the subway train\nWhile your in spain\n\nIt\'s a midnight prayer for my days to come\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer for my days to come\nGot a napalm heart forever\nThere\'s prayer covering the silence in my room\nNo I don\'t want to wake up as myself\n""But my boyfriend he\'s an artist he is week.""\nYeah you deserve each other, go to hell\nAnd I\'m still standing on the subway train\nThere is a landslide coming through the morning mist\nCause I still love you\n\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever\n\nBeen to church with all my longing.\nCause I\'m still standing on the subway train\nBeen to church with my longing.\nYeah I\'m still standing on the subway train\n\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause Ilove you so\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever."" Embed', 'default'",0 -7062,Diamond_Rio___We_All_Fall_Down,happy,"'We All Fall Down She\'s Says. . \nYou know the monkey bar rules\nAs she kisses away his playground bruise\nYou don\'t have to skip a bar each time\nTo make it to the other side\nShe picked him up out of the sand\nAnd tied the shoelace that read superman\n\nchorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down\nShe says. . \nI know what you\'re going through\nShe talks through the door of her daughter\'s room\nYour heart feels like it broken in two\nWell Baby I\'m here for you\nThe door opened and she stepped inside\nShe put her arms around her and said\n""It\'s okay to cry""\n\nchorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down\n\nHe\'s 45 and his job is gone\nHe\'s at his desk then heads on home\nHe sees his kids out playing in the yard\nIt\'s been a while since he\'s been hit so hard\nHe\'s as scared as a man can be\nHe tells his wife and she says\n""Honey look at me""\nSee Diamond Rio LiveGet tickets as low as $47 chorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down\n\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall downEmbed', 'default'",0 -8197,Emery___After_The_Devil_Beats_His_Wife,sad,"'After The Devil Beats His Wife [Intro]\nYou wanna swim in the river\nI wanna dance in the summer\nYou\'ve always been the believer\nI\'m always left to wonder\nThe water is rushing so fast\nI think it will take us under\n\n[Verse 1]\nOh, what thought did you recall\nThat would make you say my name?\nThe water\'s so deep\nA friend says ""Don\'t go""\nBut my mouth betrays me\nAnd says ""Hold on""\nAnd now I know\n[Chorus]\nThis is the pain of believing\nThe danger is real\nAnd there\'s no easy way out\nHow did I get here?\nYou trust too much in my bravery\nIt\'s my safety you\'re taking\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nWe\'re gonna drown in the river\nI cannot swim any farther\nMy blood is pumping so fast\nMy heart and limbs underwater\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I reach and find your hand in mine\nAnd they say you will be saved, but no\nI pull and I pull and I pull\nBut your foot, it\'s anchored deep\nYour face tells me you won\'t be free\nAnd now I know\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is the pain of believing\nThe danger is real\nAnd there\'s no easy way out\nHow did I get here?\nYou trust too much in my bravery\nIt\'s my safety you\'re taking, oh\n [Bridge]\nI decided long ago\nNever let your loved ones know\nWho you really are, who you really are\nPeople want the truth but never want the scars\nAnd now I\'m here\nMy best friend died\nAnd I\'m the one who\'s still alive\nAnd you say it\'s gonna be okay\nOver and over and over and over and over and over again\n\n[Outro]\nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!1Embed', 'default'",1 -7017,Devo___Gut_Feeling,anger,"""Gut Feeling Something about the way you taste\nMakes me want to clear my throat\nThere's a method to your movements\nThat really gets my goat\nI looked for silver linings\nBut you're rotten to the core\nI've had just about all I can take\nYou know I can't take it no more\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\nCentered 'round long time ago\nOn your ability to torment\nThen you took your tongs of love\nAnd stripped away my garment\nI looked for silver linings\nBut you're rotten to the core\nI've had just about all I can take\nYou know I can't take it no more\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut feeling, feeling\n\nI've got a gut feeling\nI've got a gut... woooo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo... OHHH\n Slap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now\n\nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now ",3 -6559,Dave_Gahan___21_Days,anger,"""21 Days [Intro]\nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen are you going\nTo tell us it's over\nHow long will you keep us\nHanging on your hook\nYou have us all\nBy the short and curlys\nReading us all like a book\n[Chorus]\nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up\n\nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up\n\n[Refrain]\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's been 21 days\nAnd the tower keeps rising\n21 days\nThat's all it took\nThe sun is disappearing\nOn the horizon\nYou really should\nTake a look\n [Chorus]\nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up\n\nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up\n\n[Refrain]\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\n\n[Coda Repeat x12]\nOoooooohhooouuoooh...4 ",3 -1260,Andrew_Bird___The_Water_Jet_Cilice,happy,"""The Water Jet Cilice I knew this one girl\nDrowned in her own curls\nCandy colored swirls\nThat never seemed to end\n\nI could not comprehend\nHalf what she said to me\nSo casually\nAll our tender ears would bend\n\nTales of ritual self-torture\nShe's making you abort your\nMost carefully laid plans\nTo make a final stand\nThe rest threw up their hands\nScoreless victory for serendipity\nTales of ritual sef-torture\nShe's making you abort your\nMost carefully laid plans\nTO make a final stand\nThe rest threw up their hands\nIn scoreless victory for serendipitySee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",0 -399,Adolescents___Who_Is_Who,anger,"""Who Is Who My friends call me enemy cos they're a fucking joke\nThey'd better get their act together it's time that they awoke\nI'm cast out by my relatives cos they don't want me around\nI just sit in a corner and I don't make a sound\nNot one word\n\nThe walls are closing in on me\nI don't know what to do\nPlease tell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nPolicemen are my friends so why do they always stare\nRaid our clubs bust out parties condemned for short hair\nTeachers are my friends so why do they make me stand\nIn front of a class of gawking fools who'll never understand\nThey'll never understand\n\nThe world around me falls apart\nI don't know what to do\nPlease tell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nTell me who is who",3 -3565,Blonde_Redhead___Publisher,sad,"""Publisher Father don't you go\nLet's just take a walk in the afternoon ... look at me\nMother don't you know\nYou can only see me through a clouded sphere ... look at me\nWalk out on a limb leaning on a cloud that isn't still reveals\nLooking down a cliff it isn't fun it's communicating fear\n\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nFather don't you know\nYou have made me into a quiet man ... look at me\nMother don't you go\nYou are a long way away from me ... look at me\n\nI see you as you see me ... look at me\nChange your heart cause I am already spoken for\nChange your heart cause I am already spoken for\n\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says",1 -4236,Brian_May___Space,sad,"""Space I'm gonna make a little space\nAround me\nA very special place\nAround me\nNo-one can come in",1 -5132,Charlie_Parker___Laura,sad,"""Laura You know the feeling of something half remembered\nOf something that never happened, yet you recall it well\nYou know the feeling of recognizing someone\nThat you've never met as far as you could tell, well\n\nLaura is the face in the misty light\nFootsteps that you hear down the hall\nThe laugh that floats on a summer night\nThat you can never quite recall\nAnd you see Laura on the train that is passing through\nThose eyes, how familiar they seem\nShe gave your very first kiss to you\nThat was Laura but she's only a dream",1 -3592,Bloodhound_Gang___Something_Diabolical,sad,"'Something Diabolical Eventide rise for ritual\nWith the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will\nRoar forth steer the dead leave forced\nDriven by fear shift gears veer towards\nThe foolishly equipped swift these\nFailed bids breathed taillights from the crypt\nReflect upon the way beyond redemption\nLet the necronometer beckon for the destined\nBlessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden\nOf this curse the consequence of which can never be averted\nEach tormented attempt that is made in vain\nTo evade this debt which is certain to be paid\nWithout question is met with a counterclocked surge\nIn reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were\nAll heard by a clutch engaged\nOver trails blazed to the western gates\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side\n\nSomething diabolical\n\nIdle hands are bound for the\nDamned once sam went down to Georgia\nSpeed was forged of the divine salt\nMined from the vaults of flame by the lost\nNamed as those sought as faults rests beneath\nThe wrong that was spawned from the tired screech\nOf essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion\nA false witness with the sensed end is brought\nTo bended knees when abandoned belief in\nThe mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends\nHeed to reap grim an infernally decreed\nReposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve\nMeed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention\nThe thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension\nNumbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil\nBarreling down this mortal coil\n\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side\n Something diabolical\n\nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTo him\nTo him\nTo him3Embed', 'default'",1 -8299,Emperor___Inno_A_Satana,sad,"""Inno a Satana O' mighty Lord of the Night\nMaster of beasts\nBringer of awe and derision\nThou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife\nThou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow\nThou who strengthen the power of every quietus\nThou who sway every plague and storm\nHarkee\n\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou hath the power to force any light in wane\nSans mercy\nSans compassion\nNor will to answer whosoever asketh the why\nThy path is capricious but yet so wide\nWith no such thing as an impediment to strong\n\nEvery time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine\nI take another step towards Thy Pantheon\n\nO' mighty Lord of the Night\nMaster of beasts\nBringer of awe and derision\nThou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife\nThou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow\nThou who strengthen the power of every quietus\nThou who sway every plague and storm\nHarkee\n\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou hath the power to force any light in wane\nSans mercy\nSans compassion\nNor will to answer whosoever asketh the why\n\nForever wilt I bleed for Thee\nForever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name\nForever wilt I serve Thee\nThou shalt forever prevail\n Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana\nInno a Satana. Inno a Satana\n\nInno a Satana ",1 -6035,Crowded_House___Dont_Dream_Its_Over,sad,"""Don’t Dream It’s Over [Verse 1]\nThere is freedom within, there is freedom without\nTry to catch a deluge in a paper cup\nThere's a battle ahead, many battles are lost\nBut you'll never see the end of the road\nWhile you're traveling with me\n\n[Chorus]\nHey now, hey now, don't dream it's over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nWe know they won't win\n[Verse 2]\nNow I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof\nMy possessions are causing me suspicion, but there's no proof\nIn the paper today, tales of war and of waste\nBut you turn right over to the TV page\n\n[Chorus]\nHey now, hey now, don't dream it's over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nWe know they won't win\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I'm walking again to the beat of a drum\nAnd I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart\nOnly shadows ahead, barely clearing the roof\nGet to know the feeling of liberation and release\n\n[Chorus]\nHey now, hey now, don't dream it's over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nYou know they won't win\nSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30 [Outro]\nDon't let them win\nHey now, hey now\nHey now, hey now\nHey now, hey now\nDon't let them win\nThey come, they come\nDon't let them win\nHey now, hey now Yeah\nHey now, hey now35 ",1 -9524,Freddie_Mercury___The_Great_Pretender_Brian_Malouf_Remix,happy,"""The Great Pretender Brian Malouf remix Oh yes I'm the great pretender ooh ooh\nPretending I'm doing well ooh ooh\nMy need is such I pretend too much\nI'm lonely but no one can tell\n\nOh yes I'm the great pretender ooh ooh\nAdrift in a world of my own ooh ooh\nI play the game but to my real shame\nYou've left me to dream all alone\n\nToo real is this feeling of make believe\nToo real when I feel what my heart can't conceal\nOoh Ooh yes I'm the great pretender ooh ooh\nJust laughing and gay like a clown ooh ooh\nI seem to be what I'm not you see\nI'm wearing my heart like a crown\nPretending that you're still around\n\nYeah ooh hoo\nToo real when I feel what my heart can't conceal\n\nOh yes I'm the great pretender\nJust laughing and gay like a clown ooh ooh\nI seem to be what I'm not you see\nI'm wearing my heart like a crown\nPretending that you're\nPretending that you're still around",0 -8682,Every_Avenue___Days_Of_The_Old_Album,happy,"'Iron Solomon vs. Chilla Jones [Round 1: Chilla Jones]\nAye this remind me of them summer nights on Blue Hill Avenue\nCause y\'all see me handle Krome now I\'m up here snatchin\' jewels Jews\nIt\'s a wrap for you\nBut before you can call me ""wack"", bitch I\'m the King Pen\nAnd for all three rounds I\'ma show you why they call me that\nWhat up Iron Aaron?\nNow that I see that Iron here in I\'m eyein\' Aaron\nGunshots is what Iron hearin\', hit Iron earrin\' when iron airin\'\nI\'ll point a gun down at his young child\nDo Iron heir in with Iron errands\nSoon as Iron nearin\' his head explode\nThey need a bowl to put his eye and ear in\nNow I ain\'t erring on the side of caution\nI ain\'t a regular rapper boy, every bar cold code\nBut maybe it\'ll register after\nBut amp him up, I\'ll up the cater, serve his head on a platter like hors d\'oeuvres since y\'all wanna egg on a cracker\nBoy I\'m a relevant factor\nI know they say what you planned on\nThey pulled strings to get you took out, pussy, like a tampon\nI\'m hands on\nYou came for God then Gordon hey, word Hayward\nI told him, ""Break a leg"" from the jump\nJust hope his punches don\'t land wrong\nMy fans strong\nOf course I\'ma sell tics Celtics, nigga save the hate\nYou think it\'s rosier Rozier on this side? Well be Smart before they make a statement\nCause Brown knows it\'ll only cause more issues\nThen them K\'s is wavin\', that Larkin sparkin\'\nYou\'ll be takin\' more shots in Boston than Jason Tatum\nBut what he say is amazin\'\nHe lyrically should shine, cause he\'s a top tier writer with plenty of good lines\nBut do your research, and any good enemy would find\nIron ain\'t touched an arm since Penny from Good Times\nFuck them hood rhymes\nActin\' like you sprayin\' a burner\nSummer Madness the only time you was facin\' a murder Murda\nWhen Mook was done witchu\nAll they found was your glasses and a Skittles bag\nHe owned holmes homes like the middle class, kicked his ass\nNine or the deuce deuce, which to blast?\nFinally I said, ""Fuck it"", let eight off Adolf and killed you Jew with the little stash\nAnd Anne Frank-ly, you\'re obsessed with battlin\' Crips\nI think you need help Cuz\nI mean Daylyt, Magic, Nitty, Ars\', you even called out Surf to make yourself buzz\nI know why you target the Crips, even if nobody else does\nIt\'s biology, see Iron\'s biggest job is to help Blood\nBut you ain\'t never been a thug, not a day in your life son\nHeard you had a couple side chicks, an Asian and white one\nAnd you ain\'t never got tested? Well that wasn\'t very bright son\nOr maybe you\'re so obsessed with Crabs you figured you\'d give your wife some\nBut go \'head, diss Shotgun for being a Crip\nYou gon\' die being a brilliant writer\nThe wrong line, then Suge\'ll sugar rush you like candy that got your children hyper\nYou only good with punches homie, you a resilient fighter\nBut I catch you before your flight outta Boston with no steel beside ya\nSo when y\'all hear there was a shootin\' at the airport, and now Chilla gotta chill with lifers, don\'t ask questions\nJust know that I\'m the reason there\'s metal in Logan like William Stryker\nBitch I\'m a striker!\nI swing fast, treat him like a speed bag\nIt\'s a wrap for him in the Middle East cause he jab Hijab with his weak ass\nHomie I\'m back to my rap pinnacle, I\'ll shoot his ass right on the couch; Vlad interview\nBullets blast into you, quick and fast intervals\nSo you choose, Brigham & Women\'s or Mass General?\nA bad visual, get your right eye stuffed\nIf you don\'t want your fuckin\' shirt turned to tie dye run\nCause this Eagle can give you wings, you gon\' fly high son\nSince your people live by the Desert you gon\' die by one\nYou might\'ve battled dudes who sound like me\nBut you ain\'t never stood in front of three rounds like these\nBoss Town!\n[Round 1: Iron Solomon]\nY\'all was fuckin\' with all of his Boston angles in his rounds?\nBlack and white, no wonder he had to pander panda to the crowd\nBut facts, this battle would\'ve\nNever happened if Aye Verb hadn\'t pulled out last minute like his daddy should\'ve\nSo you gettin\' my least potent punches\nI\'m slap boxin\' him, took my watered down Rum leftovers and I\'m back washin\' him\nYou was my last option son\nI told Bishop, ""Make sure my dough is straight. Put it on a plate\nShow me half the bread, you get an open face.""\nHe said, ""I respected champ. You got it and check the stamped.""\nI be getting bands bans in battle rap quick as a JeFFrey rant\nFuck all the rumors\nWhy I ain\'t rematch Peter Morris sooner?\nOh he\'s mad he ain\'t win the first time, you the sorest The Saurus loser\nThat Greek? Food, I\'ll feast at a different venue\nSomehow the Middle East pita Peter wasn\'t on the menu\nBro, when you feed the king, Organik, you have to serve it with more seasoning\nNot a baby who\'s bitin\' my rounds like a teething ring\nY\'all matched the toddler, holdin\' a magic marker against a classic author\nWith the Penny, a helpless little girl; Inspector Gadget\'s daughter\nIn Mass I\'m a masked marauder, teaching the class in karma\nI\'m sick and my fangs in farther than Amazon anacondas\nThe lines that I land are sharper than cuts from a Spanish barber\nThe last performer, from the days of the DAT recorders\nWhen Kane used to smash Madonna\nThe sand, the water, the farmer who plants the seeds that expand the genre\nA man of honor, a monster\nA gangster, the banker and a robber\nFrank Sinatra could throw a fit together better than cranky toddlers\nSo don\'t step to me if what you kicks fugazi\nYou seen I made Nitty look like a bird in them Blue Jays\nSo if you ain\'t in the mind frame to like pain, you don\'t need the headache to go against my grain migraine\nAnd every battle you book, the same story retold\nY\'all might feel like he\'s cold to me, C old, a one trick pony\nHis schemes are at best, forced\nRidin\' the style he on stallion, until he beatin\' a dead horse\nYou won a couple of races now a honkey\'s in your way\nYou can pen pin a tale tail and portray him as the donkey of the day\nBut this jackass\'s ego is swollen, it gets ahead of him\nThis medicine gon\' help him reduce that swellin\' and I got the Epipen\nTo prod your vein\nFrom now on, my name is John McCain\nA veteran with somethin\' lethal I need to get off my brain\nI paused the game but never lost my aim\nSee C so low ratchet in the street it ain\'t a walk of shame\nI honed those skills, I\'m in the dojo still\nWhere real recognize real so we don\'t know no Chill\nSo you gon\' fall from this status you ain\'t seasoned to have\nGet raked across the yard, tonight he leaves in a bag\nChilla your career was Sub Zero before you challenged me\nMoving down back, down forward now you facin\' your fatality\n [Round 2: Chilla Jones]\nI said mic check one two, one two\nIron\'s these ain\'t even ours\nYou said somethin\' \'bout ""Donkey Of The Day""\nLighten up, you really think you can see C The God?\nSee I spoke to you at Mass 1, before you came outta retirement\nYou said you was a big fan and seein\' me was inspirin\'\nSaid you wanna rap with \'Lyt, scheme with Chilla\nPunch with the Bar God and and all types of shit\nBut then you told me Myers was scared\nNow imagine hearin\' Danny ran Rand from Iron Fist but I\'m legit\nThe best writer, and the evidence is quite conclusive\nSo when I take this round, you gon\' blame the crowd, don\'t even try it stupid\nI make it clear, with a little back and forth like wiper fluid\nSo when they score it they don\'t gotta O.D. or lend Len Bias to it\nBut you the one ballin\'?\nGet it, one ballin\'? Is y\'all followin\'?\nOne ball, then y\'all followin\'\nThen gun hit Iron lung, he\'ll need an iron lung for oxygen\nStomp his chin, kick my feet up on him like an ottoman\nThen funeral time put Solomon around solo men\nI gotta win, yeah this body gonna be shockin\'\nElectrocutioner, if it\'s a problem this these four K\'s gonna be the resolution\nLet\'s get it clear, you haven\'t grown\nIt\'s like you can\'t stand evolution\nBut every step you losin\', tryin\' to keep up with the direction like Dance Dance Revolution\nWhen your music failed, the culture kept you movin\'\nLet\'s be honest here, you ain\'t top tier or bottom tier, you\'re a volunteer\nI\'m glad y\'all liked that, cause y\'all also went crazy when you heard it versus Nitty in the boy round\nI just figured I\'d take it from you, since you took it from Troy Brown\nOh you didn\'t think we would find it out? It\'s too late to be quiet now\nBut when I think about it, it kinda reminds me of the Holyfield/Tyson bout\nCause he was overwhelmed with back to back punches and couldn\'t grind it out\nSo now for bitin\', baow, a piece of ear off in Iron mouth\nHe tried to out and eat Clips for the same thing\nLike he never stole or bit nothin\'\nWho gave you this Fruit Stripes? I should leave a Big Red hand print on your shit cousin\nBut try gettin\' me, and you\'ll get hit with a Bazooka\nI\'m talkin\' mid stride if I catch the kid runnin\'\nYou gettin\' chewed cause I\'m twice the rapper\nI just wish being double meant mint somethin\'\nI\'m Extra amped, say the wrong thing, best recant\nHead shot, exposin\' a racist mind like a JeFFrey rant\nNigga my style got flare on the low, Elvis Presley pants\nSpine shot, his legs wobble, got him doin\' the Elvis Presley dance\nBut test me champ, shit I\'m outside the corner store like, ""Aye, what you doin\' on my block shorty?""\nSee I\'m old school so in case he case \'em Casey Kasem I give his Top 40\nImagine me catchin\' a bullet from Aaron, bitch I am not Jordy\nNail son to the wall like, ""Nigga what you got fore me?""\nTrey in the clutch with seven rings so either he get robbed or he Horry\nTryin\' cause we jacked his foreign whip, but quit with the sob stories\nNigga get lost, the arm make you flipped boss\nHip toss, this Bad Boy from Brooklyn went to Cali and took a BIG loss\nGive you 30 out this Ill-matic, knock your limbs off\nDo you dirty, he\'ll get shot in the kitchen like a Jimz blog\nI\'m pissed off cause you came at E. Ness for bein\' 33\nI mean ain\'t you 33 now?\nDon\'t you know where real rappers careers should be when they\'re 33?\nWow!\nWhen 50 Cent was 33, he made a hundred mil\' off of Vitamin Water\nNow Iron is 33 and he still can\'t find a supporter\nWhen Ice Cube was 33, he was in three movies just to get shine\nWhen Kanye was 33 he went platinum, for the fifth time\nAnd Drake\'s status as a legend, well that\'s already fuckin\' clear\nAnd he won\'t even be 33 for another couple years\nBut in 33 AD, Jesus and Judas died\nSo in his 33rd year, Iron gets crucified\nBut between you and I, I know your birthday was April 10th\nAnd that\'s an actual fact\nBut ask Paul Pierce, being 34 in a Boston club can get you stabbed in the back!\nSo, you might\'ve battled dudes who sound like me\nBut you ain\'t never stood in front of three rounds like these\nBoss Town!\n[Round 2: Iron Solomon]\nUhh, I\'m 36\nI\'m 36, I shoulda pre-warned you\nAfter tonight, I\'m gonna be up another three on you\nYo, y\'all believe that he rides strapped through Dot and supplies crack?\nYou got to be keepin\' your pipe packed if you buy that\nThis dandy lyin\' dandelion through his two lips tulips, he don\'t provide fact\nEverybody knows nose the truth gotta smell a lie lacks lilacs\nI don\'t believe you peddle flower, if you snitch a soldier\nGet a whiff, something isn\'t kosher, this pig got a different odor\nI get one scent cent of the coppers the shit is over\nPress the metal into your tongue like a penny loafer\nNow nobody\'s buyin\' what Jerome Jones sells\nI got the trap buggin\' out like a roach motel\nI got the trap, Bug In/Out like a roach motel?\nSee how I tricked you to bring this poison into your own home Chill?\nLast night at his crib I had his spouse on the couch\nBut tonight I came to take Chill out in his house\nYou wear the crown of this town, oh you the king on the throne?\nBut your albums come out, not a single gets sold\nNobody bought the Mass King\'s masking tape, stick to your roll role\nBut I\'m off of this clown, let me talk to the crowd\nSay, ""Boston!""\nBoston!\nNo really holler it loud\nSay ""Boston!""\nBoston!\nWhen they say, ""Boston"" they\'re proud\nSo why you gotta call it Boss Town and water it down?\nHowever hard that it sounds or everybody bein\' a boss in your town\nJust picture a bunch of Rick Ross\'s walkin\' around\nYo, what\'s the meaning of being king if we all have the crown?\nWhat\'s a boss with no workers to be bossin\' around?\nBut in his mind he believe the shit\nThat might be the reason that Writer\'s Bloque is divided\nIt\'s called a ""Crisis of Leadership""\nIn your team full of Urkels, where they chief is a nerd\nWho needs help in his writing so they the geeks that he turns to\nIt\'s the tricks of the trademarks, like Conceited and her crew\nYou\'re cool to copy writtens copy-written if you got C in your circle\nYour clique\'s weird\nHalf a dozen odd balls around his sphere\nFrom this angle my G, our metrics say the Bloque is just six squares\nWell I\'m Cube, I\'ll write through everyone in this guy\'s crew\nAnybody can fuckin\' get it I\'m AIDS in \'92\nSo strap up, or I\'m takin\' your lives and your wive\'s too\nTwo rings and it\'s death do us part and that\'s how I do\nAnd I got shots for everybody it\'s a special occasion\nEven Rum went down easy without me havin\' to chase it\nFirst Day\' quit then Magic, y\'all see the pattern after I face him\nY\'all catch what I\'m sayin\', y\'all see this game of Jenga I\'m playin\'?\nTurnin\' Writer\'s Bloque into Whitey\'s Block ain\'t no rent that I\'m raisin\'\nTil everybody a victim, this is gentrification!\nThere goes the neighborhood Chilla\nIt won\'t stop, it\'s like I resemble my own pops how I\'ma chip off the old block Bloque\nMr. Top Tier From The Proving Ground is the wrong moniker\nI\'ll send you back to that class you belong in, I\'m a hall monitor\nAnd all of my peers fire drills if you don\'t get in line\nEverybody here raise an arm, it\'s attendance time\nA test you shouldn\'t cheat, I\'m the professor take a seat\nY\'all mix a vegetable to eat, I\'ve been a recipe for beef\nYou a skeptic, what you think? You ain\'t endin\' up deceased?\nBANG!\nYour brain\'s hangin\' from the ceilin\' should help suspend your disbeliefs\n\n[Round 3: Chilla Jones]\nIt\'s like a movie, right? The Death Of King Solomon\nNow playin\', you diggin\' the plot?\nGood, cause your spot in the ground fakin\'\nAs far as your crew? Well a DeVille pullin\' up with rounds blazin\'\nLong Sig cig\' smokin\', soon as I spot a dog like a Dalmation\nI heard the foul statements\n""Verse Iron, the King Pen gon\' get his crown taken.""\nClowns hatin\'\nActin\' like they was forced to foster care like child placements\nAnd after Nitty, my slim chance got even triller, but don\'t you hear the crowd shakin\' the foundation?\nWell if not, then keep sleepin\'\nJust know after shockin\' them you could wake up to somethin\' ground breakin\'\nBut you know who was groundbreaking?\nBender\nHe was Canada\'s King Pen\nAnd even though he\'s gone from rap I wanna take a second and remind all of y\'all why they called him that\nY\'all ready?\nI said I\'ll make every single king retreat from war and seek his fortress\nThen storm the beach in Normandy with forces we deported\nI\'ll sheath the sword and leave them corpses\nHe ignored repeated warning, the Ouija board and demon sources\nSee \'em formin\' like bees are swarmin\'\nIf I hear he turned vegan I\'ll feed him pork and leave a fork in\nMake him leave a portion of fetal organs with Puerto Rican orphans\nThought he was formerly important\nFuck his boring, weak performance\nNow you in enemy territory like a North Korean tourist\nYou made an album and acted like we were the poor receivin\' fortune\nTake every chorus, re-record it cause it\'s horribly distorted\nAnd all these horrid, cheap endorsements\nSportin\' orthopedic Jordans, on the court with Peter Morris\nGee of course you leave the sorest The Saurus\nRest In Peace legend\nYou probably wrote the most clean rounds ever\nBut what you gon\' do? Diss me for my tweets? How clever\nSee I\'m a legend cause I\'m the King Pen, who can put three rounds together better\nBut you\'re a legend because you\'re the King Pen...of the freestyle era\nAnd we\'ll never forget Spring Fever\nWere you high or stone cold?\nYou think your album was a classic? You a liar with no soul\nBut inquire what bro sold\nMettleing with the music, even Alchemist couldn\'t get Iron to go gold\nI\'m so cold\nBumpin\' Drake when [?] spittin\'\nStill got Avocado dippin\', flippin\' tables wit\' it\nIf I hit Laugh-N-Stalk in his mustache, his face go wit\' it\nAnd if he try to Avenge your death, half of Marv\'ll Marvel be gone, nigga they gon\' think Thanos did it\nHomie I\'m wit\' it, turnin\' niggas to dust, you can\'t picture that?\nWell with every line Jones got the time stones so I can bring your Vision back\nHe tried to put Thor ax through my thorax, thinkin\' the shit\'s a wrap\nBut when it becomes time to disappear I\'m quit to snap\nThis is that that, Bruce Banner type of nigga, you know\nWhen it\'s war he\'s scared to bring that Hawk out\nNow ain\'t it Strange cakin\' for Iron? See that\'s the shit that make me walk out\nI could\'ve did you like Hollow did Clips cause I got a lot of marketing and business shit to talk \'bout\nBut that wouldn\'t be fair\nCause as soon as I mention brand expansion he gettin\' Chalked Out\nSee I went all out with that Super Mario scheme\nAnd I showed the Toronto rap crowd, but for you?\nIt\'s more like Super Smash Brothers\nAll I need is four bars to break the fax down\nFirst thing, is with a backpack, you look like Ness if you turned hat \'round\nSecond, I heard about your early battles in Michigan\nYou was fightin\' with The Glove gettin\' smacked \'round\nSpeakin\' of Smack, you got taken off that platform and how did he respond?\nWell, by just gettin\' back now\nBut since your character is damaged, I gotta knock you off at 100% and make you fade into the background\nAnd there\'s a reason I ain\'t on Smack now\nBut it doesn\'t matter who I blame, on any platform I do my thang\nI work hard and grew my name\nSo the truth remains Solomon, I\'m through with games\nYou got 3 O\'s in your name, I got 3 O\'s to my name\nYou just act brolic, nigga that\'s all you do\nArs\' punked you, Illmac pushed yo\' ass \'cross the room\nWe could\'ve did this on Smack Volume 2\nI would\'ve open hand slapped you from the back and hear the smack volume too\nBut there\'s little room for just bars\nYeah it\'s clear that I\'m on ghost\nI\'m sorry like Air Jordan and Aaron will fly low\nIt\'s time me and ICE sharin\' a convo\', let\'s discuss some thangs\nYou my man, but in this ring I want the title, and ain\'t nothin\' changed\nI\'m tuckin\' A then I let it tag him, I ain\'t runnin\' game\nThen it bang outta nowhere like ""gimme my fuckin\' chain!""\nThe King Pen of The Dot and that\'s why you losin\' now\nAgainst Mr. Jump The Top Tier From The Proving Ground\nBoss Town\n\n[Round 3: Iron Solomon]\nI wanna be serious with y\'all for a second...\nChilla\'s wife...got a wedding band, but she interpret that ring wrong\nAnd buzz my bell when she searchin\' for ding dong\nOpen up, she either in a bikini top or naked\nWith her butt out, it\'s time for you to leave the conversation\nSo your missus can whisper fantasies in my ear\nAbout her lack of a gag reflex, about how she makes spatulas disappear\nSo I told love, ""Let\'s rope up. You can handle it, don\'t be scared.""\nThen made her choke up so much she should get Champion Of The Year\nSo I gave her the belt\nTranslation the champs changin\', fuck the hand shakin\', ass kissin\' and campaignin\'\nSometimes you gotta talk to these bitches I\'m Man \'Splanin\'\nAnd when y\'all make a list of who the greatest is, make sure he makes the list\nY\'all heard his style, y\'all know who the greatest is at makin\' lists\nIf Chilla made the list of which kids were naughty and which were nice\nSanta wouldn\'t check it twice, he\'d just KNOW that shit was right\nYo, God\'s gift to scheming\nAre you serious Serius Jones? That style I killed Math with 10 years ago\nRemember back in high school when I smashed his chickadee?\nTo cut, we used to cut class and visit me\nHad the chemistry, attractive physically\nTaught her sex ed and wood shop now Math is history\nNow if we tie in this tug of war, clash or not knot\nYou learn the ropes from the lessons this slacker taught\nMy rhyme book is the genesis of every page your pen writes\nThis snake Eve-n got his knowledge from the Big Apple by takin\' a bite\nYou know Genesis, Loso, the Lord took Adam\'s rib and created his wife\nStealin\' a piece of that body of mines is what gave this bitch life\nYou disobeyed my advice, stole from the God and garden you payin\' the price\nFor duplicating the A1, that was your plan, B?\nYou had to copy Tecs for the respect you command C\nYou know, copy texts is Command C\nWait, wait, wait, does that not compute or computer you just can\'t read?\nI\'m sayin\' he ain\'t an original type writer and that\'s key\nIf you ask me how he crafts his poorly thought out themes\nHe\'ll take my blueprints and use them to draft his drawn out schemes\nBut with this clown, the shit sounds like a Slinky\nCause even his best rounds get stretched out \'til it take the whole story a step down\nHang on, hang on, hang on, y\'all see the stair bars I\'m railin\' on him wit\'?\nI\'m on a rise, your flight landed, there\'s different levels to this shit\nYou studied under my understudy, I\'m your sensei\'s sensei\nShady, Hova, Jackson, Jordan, that\'s Em/Jay, MJ and MJ\nGod tier tear like when Christ wept, you\'re seein\' Jesus\'s pain\nI\'m God tier tear like what you tell your daughter the reason it rains\nI\'m God tier tear like me, sacrificing my only son\nYou can\'t redo what the Yoda done\nIt\'s Padawan versus Obi Wan\nThe student versus the teacher\nThe hopeful heir versus the ruler\nChilla you truly are Martin Luther\nKing Pen..JuniorEmbed', 'default'",0 -5775,Company_Flow___Last_Good_Sleep,sad,"""Last Good Sleep [Intro]\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nBut one day you'll pay\n\n[Verse 1: El-P]\nDoomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions\nDisgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction\nTill your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones\nHold a fix on you eternal, intruder up in my zone\nDwell the matter I must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know\nSwallowed my mother when she was hollow\nWho can blame a woman like her, singular parent\nOne love already dissolved and the solution left polluted\nTwo kids with a father who broke out as resoluted\nSo fuck it she needed love and you provided false clout\nStomping on the bottom man and I wish she just walked out\nKnew you were Jekyll the stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue\nNext to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed\nWish I would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss\nMom's with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure\nBriefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure\nNow you're all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear\nWith termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain\nBut the pain couldn't quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour\nPuritan, crushing Moms between rocks for at least an hour\n[Pre-Hook]\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die\n\n[Hook]\nThat's why\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die\n\n[Verse 2: El-P]\nTimepiece must've read early morning at least\nSo I lay death's cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast\nThat somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck\nBreath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace\nConference of the birds I heard my mother dove cry\nNot absurd just routined I'd learned\nJust keep my fucking grill locked and hope the entropy stops mid process\nStepfather's got to fight verbally when his liver's soaked\nAnd products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close\nBut I couldn't sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires\nCeremony's sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one\nHanding crutches to my psyche, I was tripping\nHuddled up clutching sis I think I heard a dress ripping\nI should've reacted to that\nBut I didn't know the extent, please\nYou could've caught him in time\nYeah, that thought's occurred to me constantly\nGoblin digging my head and I don't know what he wants from me\nUntil one of us is dead I suppose\n [Hook]\nThat's why\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die\n\n[Verse 3: El-P]\nMuch more than abrupt I heard the silence erupt\nBut it was just a touch of tough love that I heard from above\nThe calm and the climate confused me\nThe dawn was a floozy\nBarely risen but still beckoning to me\nThe song of the night's events amused me, morbidly\nIn a petrified state I wait, to Deadwood on duty\nJust tempers flared I figured woozily\nWhen all is dead and done a pair is just as fucking happy as they choose to be\nNow off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye\nThe prospect bored me, awokened by the step sounds coming towards me\nA quick glance at my mom's darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me\nSo I sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me\nAnd slept my last sleep while I counted clone sheep\nAnd dreamt about nothing for the last time ever\nThe ignorance was blissful just a recollection\nOf the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception\nWoke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates\nPatching jugulars with Band-aids\nThe turn on you laid well above my bed\nWere here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me\nYou should have known what happened\nI was young and oblivious\nHe almost killed your mom\nIf I knew I could have done something\nYou'll never see him again\nYeah but I see him every night\nAnd cover my ears in tears as he beats his fucking wife\n[Hook]\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die\n\n[Outro]\nScott Bivans\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die3 ",1 -1428,Anna_Ternheim___Girl_Laying_Down,sad,"""Girl Laying Down I know a girl laying down\nShe's sleeping\nWeeks at a time\nAnd when she wakes up\nShe watches TV\nCounting cracks in the ceiling\n\nNo, I don't know what she's thinking\nSo I give up, waiting for someone waiting\nTalking to someone, staring\nI never come around\nI never come around\nI left her fifteen years behind\nGirl's laying down\nNever come around\n\nSo much for girl staying\nIn afraid of\nBeeing needed\nAnd seen she watches\nThe world on a screen\nShe's distant\nAnd God knows I tried to leave her\nBut she's got a constant fever\n\nI let it slip my mind\nI never come around\nI never come around\nI left her fifteen years behind\n\nI know a girl laying down\nNo, I never wasted my time\nWe have something in common\nShe's as different as I am",1 -8338,Enigma___TNT_For_The_Brain,anger,"""T.N.T. for the Brain Smell your skin\nFeel your breath\nYou on my side\nI couldn't resist\n\nI hope I'll understand someday\nWhat's the meaning of this crazy game\nIt is real and pure\nTNT for the brain\n\nIf there's no pain\nRules are still the same\nI'm with you, just lead me\nI'm ready to play\nTNT for the brain\n\nDon't be scared, and have no fear\nI will show you what it means\n\nIf there's no pain\nRules are still the same\nI'm with you, just lead me\nI'm ready to play\n\nTNT for the brain\n\nDon't be scared, and have no fear\nI will show you what it means\n\nIf there's no pain\nRules are still the same\nI'm with you, just lead me\nI'm ready to play\n\nTNT for the brain\n\nWhat you feel isn't insane\nIt is love and not a game\n\nIf there's no pain\nRules are still the same\nI'm with you, just lead me\nI'm ready to play\n TNT for the brain ",3 -1317,Angels_and_Airwaves___True_Love,happy,"""True Love [Intro]\nShe's scared...She's a star...Burning across the night time sky\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYo eh oh eh oh eh oh eh [x9]\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe snow has come down on top of everything\nThe town is alive and well without you She's scared\nThe lights they peer out of the leafless trees\nAnd you won't be alone I am beside you\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\n\n[Chorus]\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\n\n[Verse 2]\nTears spilling out across a dead end street\nYour house is a lonely box that holds you She's a star\nThe star, bright and loud, is in dire need\nOf the fear it is an empty fear inside you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\n\n[Chorus]\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\n [Chorus]\n\n[Chorus]\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home True love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home True love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\n\n[Outro]\nShe's a star1 ",0 -5524,Clannad___Something_To_Believe_In,sad,"""Something To Believe In Everybody's rushing around\nTrying to keep a hold\nOn some piece of mind\nAll the time\nAnd somebody's lookin' around\nTryin' to find\nSomething to believe in\nTo believe in\nAll the things they promised\nThey're always lies\nWell it's something\nOh it's something to believe in\nYou know it's something\n\nEvery little once in a while\nYou take a chance to win\nOn a turning card\nBut it may be hard\nWe could be fooled on the merry-go-round\nBut I'm trying to find\nSomething to believe in\nTo believe in\nAll the things they promised\nYou know they always lied\n\nWell it's something\nOh it's something to believe in\nYou know it's something\n\nI've been willing and strong all along\nThrough chilling times\nIn a sea of heartbreak\nWhere you give and take\nI won't give in to promises\nUntil I find something to believe in\nTo believe in\n Well it's something\nOh it's something to believe in\nYou know it's something ",1 -4164,Breaking_Benjamin___Unknown_Soldier,sad,"""Unknown Soldier [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nBorderline\nDead inside\nI don't mind\nFalling to pieces\nCount me in\nViolent\nLet's begin\nFeeding the sickness\nHow do I\nSimplify?\nDislocate\nThe enemy's on the way\n[Chorus]\nShow me what it's like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight\n\n[Verse 2]\nFull of fear, Everclear\nI'll be here, fighting forever\nCurious, venomous\nYou'll find me climbing to heaven\nNever mind, turn back time\nYou'll be fine, I will get left behind\n\n[Chorus]\nShow me what it's like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight\nHolding on too tight\nBreathe the breath of life\nSo I can leave this world behind\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh\nIt only hurts just once Ooh\nThey're only broken bones Ooh\nHide the hate inside Ooh\nOh\nSo I can leave this world behind\nSee Breaking Benjamin LiveGet tickets as low as $33 [Chorus]\nShow me what it's like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight\nHolding on too tight\nBreathe the breath of life\nSo I can leave this world behind4 ",1 -505,Aimee_Mann___Pavlovs_Bell,sad,"""Pavlov’s Bell [Verse 1]\nOh Mario, sit here by the window\nStay here 'til we reach Idaho\nAnd when we go\nHold my hand on take-off\nTell me what I already know\nThat we can't talk about it\nNo, we can't talk about it\n\n[Chorus]\nBecause nobody knows\nThat's how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov's bell\nHistory shows\nThere's not a chance in hell, but\n[Verse 2]\nOh Mario, we're only to Ohio\nIt's kinda getting harder to breathe\nI won't let it show\nI'm all about denial\nBut can't denial let me believe?\nThat we could talk about it\nBut we can't talk about it\n\n[Chorus]\nBecause nobody knows\nThat's how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov's bell\nHistory shows but rarely shows it well\nWell, well, well\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh Mario, why if this is nothing\nI'm finding it so hard to dismiss\nIf you're what I need\nThen only you can save me\nSo come on baby, give me the fix\nAnd let's just talk about it\nI've got to talk about it\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 [Chorus]\nBecause nobody knows\nThat's how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov's bell\nHistory shows\nLike it was show and tell\nSo tell me\nThat's how I nearly fell\nBy ringing Pavlov's bell\nSo baby, show and tell\n\n[Outro]\nOh Mario, Mario ",1 -7328,Dixie_Chicks___You_Were_Mine,sad,"""You Were Mine [Verse 1]\nI can't find a reason to let go\nEven though you've found a new love and she's what your dreams are made of\nI can find a reason to hang on\nWhat went wrong can be forgiven, without you, it ain't worth livin' alone\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I wake up cryin' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take you away\nWhen for so long you were mine?\n[Verse 2]\nI took out all the pictures of our wedding day\nIt was a time of love and laughter, happy ever after\nBut even those old pictures have begun to fade\nPlease tell me she's not real and that you're really comin' home to stay\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I wake up cryin' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take your heart away\nWhen for so long you were mine?\n\n[Bridge]\nI can give you two good reasons\nTo show you love's not blind\nHe's two and she's four and you know they adore you\nSo how can I tell them you've changed your mind?\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I wake up cryin' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take your heart away\nWhen for so long you were mine?\n\n[Outro]\nI remember when you were mine 1 ",1 -6606,David_Ford___What_Would_You_Have_Me_Do,sad,"'What Would You Have Me Do? Another empty bottle in the hand\nIt helps to kill the things that we don\'t understand\nThe thoughtless speak ""yeah, i\'ll be there for you""\nNow sleep through all the dreams i never made come true\nWell i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nOh i\'m a fool for you\nI, i....\n\nTrust this wretched heart to be so sure\nI\'ll stake my life on this, but i\'ve been wrong before\nNow i don\'t blame you blanking me that time\nFrom all the awkward ""how are you?\'s"" and ""i\'m just fine\'s""\nWell i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nI\'m a fool for you\nI, i....\nFeel that spin revolver in your hand\nWell it\'s impossible, you wouldn\'t understand\nWho do we think we were to even try?\nWhen this fear has claimed the souls of better men than i\nThen i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nI\'m a fool for you\n\nWhat would you have me do? Embed', 'default'",1 -1071,Amon_Amarth___Prediction_Of_Warfare,sad,"'Prediction of Warfare [Verse 1]\nShips were prepared\nWeapons and shields\nSails were raised\nWe headed out to sea\nNorway disappeared in the East\nOur journey had begun\nHelpful winds gave us our speed\nUnder a warming sun\nHeading to the emerald land\nA fleet of fifty ships\nAn army of two thousand men\nLed by the king\n\n[Verse 2]\nOn the horizon dark clouds arose\nThor rode across the black clouds\nAs the night rolled in over us\nWe felt the wrath of the storm\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nThat night\nI was haunted by dreams\nAn omen\nOf what was to come\nThe serpent arose from the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nReady to strike\nWith hammer in hand\nThe serpent in pain\nTwisting in furious rage!\nFought for its life\nThe serpent escaped\nThor was enraged\nMy dreams began to fade\n [Verse 3]\nWoke from my dreams\nSword in my hand\nThe break of dawn\nWe were closing in\nOn Irish land\nTime to attack\nGrabbed our shields\nWe came ashore\nAnd saw the waiting horde\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe fight was short and deadly intense\nThe Irish fought us well\nBut as we gained the upper hand\nTheir fighting spirit quelled\n\n[Chorus]\nReady to strike\nWith swords in our hands\nThey struggled with heart\nThe Irish fell to our wrath\nFought for his life\nTheir king escaped\nWith fury divine\nKing Olaf threw his swordEmbed', 'default'",1 -603,Alabama___Lady_Down_On_Love,happy,"""Lady Down On Love [Verse 1]\nIt's her first night on the town since she was just eighteen\nA lady down on love and out of hope and dreams\nThe ties that once bound her now are broke away\nAnd she's like a baby, just learning how to play\nShe never thought that love could ever end so soon\nHer mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon\nWhen he asked her to marry and she gladly said okay\nAnd a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nNow, she's a lady down on love\nShe needs somebody to gently pick her up\nShe's got her freedom, but she'd rather be bound\nTo a man who would love her and never let her down\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I know a lady that's down on her love\n'Cause I used to hold her and have that special touch\nBut work took me a way from home late at nights\nAnd I wasn't there when she turned out the lights\nThen both of us got lonely and I gave into lust\nAnd she just couldn't live with a man she couldn't trust\n\n[Chorus]See Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",0 -3338,Black_Lips___Meltdown,anger,"""Meltdown Reverse intro detuning their guitar\n\nWooo\nI'm a rag tag fag?\nThe kind you can not flack yeahhh\nGot the vietcong gone\nThe kind that dropped the bomb ohhhhhhh\nDont kill the liquid when i split\nCall me Chickenshit\nGot my eyes on the prize\nAnd make you realise\nMeltdown i got it up my nose\nMeltdown i got a fuck you pose\nMeltdown i got to be a prop\nMeltdown cos when meltdown baby lose my drop\n\nWhen i met feeling fresh\nCall me davey crocket\nLicked osama and obama have fucked the dilah lami\n?\nComing from\n?\n\nMeltdown i got it up my nose\nMeltdown i got a fuck you pose\nMeltdown i got to be a prop\nMeltdown cos when meltdown baby lose my drop\n\nArrrrrrggghhhh\n\nCrazy reversed outro, the whole track some bits are ran backwards some forwards, some delay reverb and fuzz are used",3 -5195,Cher___If_I_Could_Turn_Back_Time,sad,"""If I Could Turn Back Time [Intro]\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could find a way\nI'd take back those words that've hurt you and you'd stay\n\n[Verse 1]\nI don't know why I did the things I did\nI don't know why I said the things I said\nPride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside\nWords are like weapons, they wound sometimes\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI didn't really mean to hurt you\nI didn't wanna see you go\nI know I made you cry, but baby\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI'd take back those words that've hurt you, you'd stay\nIf I could reach the stars, I'd give 'em all to you\nThen you'd love me, love me, like you used to do\nIf I could turn back time\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy world was shattered, I was torn apart\nLike someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart\nWhen you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care\nBut I lost everything, darlin', then and there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nToo strong to tell you I was sorry\nToo proud to tell you I was wrong\nI know that I was blind and darlin'\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI'd take back those words that've hurt you and you'd stay\nIf I could reach the stars, I'd give 'em all to you\nThen you'd love me, love me, like you used to do\n [Bridge]\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nOh, baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI didn't really mean to hurt you\nI didn't wanna see you go\nI know I made you cry, but\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI'd take back those words that hurt you\nIf I could reach the stars, I'd give 'em all to you\nThen you'd love me, love me, like you used to do\nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nAnd maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay\nIf I could reach the stars8 ",1 -4803,Captain_Sensible___Happy_Talk,happy,"""Happy Talk Happy talkin', talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you'd like to do\nYou've got to have a dream\nIf you don't have a dream\nHow you gonna have a dream come true\n\nTalk about the moon floating in the sky\nLooking like a lily on a lake\nTalk about the bird learning how to fly\nMaking all the music he can make\nHappy talkin' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you'd like to do\nYou've got to have a dream\nIf you don't have a dream\nHow you gonna have a dream come true\n\nLet's talk about the star looking like a toy\nPeeking through the branches of a tree\nTalk about the girl talk about the boy\nCounting all the ripples on the sea\n\nHappy talkin' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you'd like to do\nYou've got to have a dream\nIf you don't have a dream\nHow you gonna make a dream come true\n\nTalk about the boy saying to the girl\nGolly baby I'm a lucky cus\nTalk about the girl saying to the boy\nYou and me are lucky to be us\n\nHappy talkin' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you'd like to do\nYou've got to have a dream\nIf you don't have a dream\nHow you gonna make a dream come true\nAnd if you don't talk happy\nAnd you never have a dream\nThen you'll never have a dream come true",0 -4304,British_Sea_Power___True_Adventures,sad,"'The Amazons: Ch. 3 CHAPTER III\n\nTHE AMAZONS OF ANTIQUITY--continued\n\nMUCH as these writers had to say of the Amazons in the era of their glory, they are equally eloquent and entertaining when dealing with the wondrous women in the days of the community\'s decadence. One of the most picturesque incidents relates to the Amazonian hatred for the Greeks. After the death of Achilles and the fall of Troy, we are told, the dead captain-demigod reigned over an enchanted isle in the Black Sea at the mouth of the Danube, which must, therefore, have been close to that Isle of Ares where the Amazons, on their way to Athens, erected a temple to the god of war. When Thetis was lamenting over the funeral pyre of Achilles, Neptune consoled her by the promise--\n\nThere is an island in the Euxine Sea\nWhere, by my power, Achilles shall be deem\'d\nA god; and him with sacrificial rites\nThe neighbouring nations shall adore.""\n[paragraph continues] Whatever the exact position of the island may have been, tales of the glory of this shadowy kingdom reached the Amazons in their capital on the Thermodon, and there, maddened by fierce hatred for Queen Penthesilea\'s slayer, they determined to follow the hero even in this dominion of ghosts. So they\n\n\n\n\nSECTION OF PHIGALEIAN FRIEZE. COMBAT OF GREEKS AND AMAZONS.\n\nBRITISH MUSEUM.\nClick to enlarge\nSECTION OF PHIGALEIAN FRIEZE. COMBAT OF GREEKS AND AMAZONS.\nBRITISH MUSEUM.\n\n\n\np. 49\n\nlaid violent hands on certain navigators who came up the river, and compelled them to build a fleet of galleys. They embarked thereon a strong force of horse, and bade the sailors to steer them to the mysterious isle. The vengeful and impious armada reached the beautiful shores clothed with stately groves. A safe landing was effected, but as the Amazons approached a magnificent temple half hidden in a luxuriantly growing wood, their horses gave every sign of anxiety, which, as they advanced, waxed into ungovernable terror. Curveting and rearing, they threw their exhausted riders, who, as they lay on the ground, were trampled upon and bitten by the demented steeds as they turned and bolted to the cliffs, where, not pausing an instant, they dashed themselves to destruction among the raging waves. A terrific storm of wind and lightning sprang up, involving the Amazons in the havoc created by the raging tempest. Few escaped the warring elements to convey the tidings to Themyscira.\n\nApollonius Rhodius in his ""Argonautic"" gives us glimpses of two forms of Amazons. He tells how the bold navigators going in search of the Golden Fleece visited the island of Lemnos, which they found inhabited solely by women and ruled over by the gentle Hypsipile. Jason and his companions were received with a considerable show of suspicion, for the women appeared in battle array--\n\nHypsipile assum\'d her father\'s arms\nAnd led the van, terrific in her charms.""\n\nBut when it became evident that the Argonauts had no evil intentions, the youthful queen told them\n\np. 50\na pitiful tale. Lemnos, she said, had been invaded and all the men killed. This was not an account to raise the suspicions, though it might kindle the pity, of the Greeks, who were invited to stay in the island and fill the places of the slain. The truth was, however, that the men of Lemnos had been killed by their own womenkind, a crime brought about by a neglect of the gods. Venus, forgotten by the women, took her revenge by causing them to become obnoxious to their husbands and lovers, who, turning in loathing away from them, brought girl slaves from the mainland. Angered by this course of affairs, the women slew all males and the slaves, then assumed arms, daily expecting that, their exploits having been noised abroad, men from adjacent countries would come to punish them. To the guilty spouses and daughters the Argonauts as they first appeared were a cause of dread, then, as their pacific intentions became known, a source of hope; and so the women did their best to make the intrepid explorers forget their dangerous quest. However, after some little delay, the Argonauts sailed away, and passing through the Hellespont, creeping up the Euxine, they wisely\n\n""flee the Amazonian shore,\nElse Themyscira soon, with rude alarms,\nHad seen th\' assembled Amazons in arms.""\n\n[paragraph continues] Such was the repute of these women, who were more to be dreaded than the armies, powerful kings, and magic spells Jason and his following had to face.\n\nOf another momentous maritime adventure we have many details from Herodotus, who, speaking\n\np. 51\n\nof the Sauromatœ, says that after the battle of Thermodon, which was the second strenuous effort of the Greeks to drive back the women barbarians, three galleys were loaded by Hercules with Amazon prisoners. These galleys becoming separated from the fleet, they sailed for the Bosphorus on the way to Greece; but suddenly the prisoners mutinied, and succeeded in killing their guards and the sailors. It was a victory which threatened to cost them dear, for the women, having slain the navigators, found themselves helpless owing to their lack of knowledge of ships, which drifted about at the mercy of the elements. The galleys were blown in a northerly direction, and passing through dangerous straits, reached the Palus Mæotis Sea of Azof, there running ashore, close to certain ""white cliffs,"" which have not been identified. Scrambling ashore on a strange coast, the women seized the first herd of horses they encountered, and thus mounted, feeling more at home, began exploring the surrounding country. They fell upon the unsuspecting Scythians, slaughtering and pillaging right and left. The Scythians could not tell who these raiders were dress, language, and all were quite unfamiliar to them. On the other hand, the Amazons mistook the shaven inhabitants for bands of youths. But in the fights some of the Amazons fell, and then the truth was revealed, and this made the men loath to repel the invaders with arms, so they hit upon a deep and poetic stratagem. They sent youths, lightly armed, to watch them. Camping at some distance from the Amazons, following their every movement at a respectful distance, the chances\n\np. 52\n\nof the chase brought members of the two forces together; and as the youths did all in their power to show their pacific intentions, the camps gradually drew nearer. There were meetings, designed on the part of the young men, and at last the warrior women, realising that there was no danger from this quarter, hastened opening up communications, with the result that what could not be done by Scythian valour was speedily accomplished by the sarkless blind boy with his invisible darts. Mistrust gave way before love, the two camps blended, and the women soon acquired the local tongue. Then the youths desired to go home and settle down--they wanted no other wives than the Amazons. But to this proposal their companions replied: ""We could not live with your women--our customs are quite different to theirs. To draw the bow, to hurl the javelin, to bestride the horse, these are our arts--of womanly employments we know nothing. Your women, on the contrary, do none of these things, but stay at home in their wagons, engaged in womanish tasks, and never go out to hunt or to do anything. We should never agree!"" So they suggested that the young men should go to their parents and ask them for their inheritance, to enable them to form separate camps. This the youths agreed to do, and coming back with their property, ceded by the politic fathers, offered it to the strange women. Then these said that they were ashamed to remain in the country, for, not content with killing and robbing the inhabitants, they had now stolen sons from their fathers: to dwell in peace they would have to go elsewhere.\n\np. 53\n\n[paragraph continues] This also was agreed upon. Crossing the Tanais, they journeyed eastward a distance of three days north from that stream, and then again northward another three days\' march. From this it would appear that the camp was first formed in what is now Europe, but the new nation subsequently moved north-east.\n\nHerodotus adds: ""The women of the Sauromatœ have continued from that day to the present to observe their ancient customs, frequently hunting on horseback with their husbands, sometimes even unaccompanied, in war taking the field, and wearing the very same dress as the men."" It was of these people that Pliny also had much to say. We are here on somewhat more solid ground, and can see how the marvellous grew out of the natural. Certainly this account of Herodotus destroys the extravagant claims put forth by some historians as to the widespread nature of the Amazonian conquests. For, after all, the Palus Mæotis is not very far from the Thermodon, and, as we see, Herodotus makes both parties absolutely unknown to each other, which could scarcely have been the case if we follow Diodorus Siculus or Apollonius Rhodius and many another of the rhetorical school of writers. Some foundation there was, however, for there is no smoke without fire.\n\nWe must not wonder too much that all kinds of traditions concerning the Amazons lingered on. References to them in many directions are found in the pages of chronicles and geographical treatises. Justinus says that when Alexander the Great was in Hyrcania he was visited by Thalestris, queen of the Amazons, who came at the head of 300 horse-women,\np. 54\n\ntravelling twenty-five days through populous and dangerous countries to ask favours from the Macedonian conqueror. She remained thirteen days with Alexander, and returning to her country, died shortly after, and with her passed away the glory of her race. Quintus Curtius is even more circumstantial, but Arrian says Thalestris, who, according to him, came with a following of 100 Amazons all armed with double-headed axes and carrying half-moon shields, was sent as a present to Alexander by the governor of the neighbouring province. Arrian quotes with caution, and says that if these women did really come into the Macedonian camp, they must have been other warriors than the famous Amazons, in which opinion others agree with him, while many altogether dispute the truth of the alleged incidents. Plutarch says that Clitarchus, Policritus, Onesicritus, Antigenes, Ister, and several more give the story as an authentic fact, while Aristobulus, Chares of Theangela, Ptolemy, Anticlides, Philo the Theban, Philip of Theangela, Hecatœus of Eretria, Philip of Chalcis, and Duris of Samos treated the matter as a pure fable. He reports that Lysimachus, ridiculing the story when read out to him by Onesicritus, laughingly asked, ""Where was I at that time?"" which Plutarch thinks conclusive coming from so important a lieutenant of Alexander, one who must have been privy to any such event.\n\nThough we hear of women coming armed into battle long after the conquests of Alexander, we are told very little more about the Amazons by the Greeks themselves.\n\np. 55\n\nMany of the later Greek writers treated the whole Amazon story as a myth, to be placed on the same level as the gigantomachia, the tales of the Gorgons, centaurs, and so on; which is probably true--that is to say, they must be looked upon as symbolical exaggerations of certain ancient facts. Strabo, Herodotus, and Pliny have been blamed by these later authors for giving credit to the legends. This is not fair so far as regards Strabo. No doubt he has much to say about the Amazons, their places of dwelling and their exploits, but in all this he is merely acting as reporter, recording the opinions of other authors and local traditions. Of his own attitude to the subject there can be no doubt, for in an outspoken passage he says: ""There is a peculiarity in the history of the Amazons. In other histories the fabulous and the historical parts are kept distinct. For what is ancient, false, and marvellous is called fable. But history has truth for its object, whether it be old or new, and it either rejects or rarely admits the marvellous. But with regard to the Amazons, the same facts are related both by modern and ancient writers; they are marvellous, and exceed belief. For who can believe that an army of women, or a city, or a nation, could ever subsist without men? and not only subsist, but make inroads upon the territories of other people, and obtain possession not only of the places near them, and advance as far as the present Ionia, but even dispatch an expedition across the sea to Attica?"" Plutarch, as we have seen, while discrediting the story of Thalestris\'s visit to Alexander, is not found among, those who doubt the existence\n\np. 56\n\nof the Amazon state, as may be gathered particularly in his handling of the life of Theseus. While we need have little compunction in regarding Quintus Curtius and Diodorus Siculus as romancers, the reports recorded in such manner as Strabo and Herodotus do must cause us to hesitate before passing a rash judgment, and send us to inquire into the philosophy of the obscure subject.\n\nBoth writers and artists have given a fairly consistent idea of the costumes and equipments of the Amazons. In the early stages of their history they wore a scanty chiton, or tunic, caught up at the waist by the celebrated girdle, so that it scarcely reached the knees, the upper part being fastened over the left shoulder, leaving the right breast bare. But at a later period the robe is more ample and flowing, which probably denoted the transition from the habit of fighting on foot to the general use of the horse. It is said that the early chitons were nothing more than the skins of beasts killed in hunting. Strabo specially mentions that ""they make helmets and coverings for the body, and girdles, of the skins of wild animals."" Of course untanned pelts have in all times and places been used for clothing, for the special reason that they afforded some sort of defence against darts and other weapons; so the use of skins of wild beasts in Asia, and of serpents in the case of the African women, merely pointed to their power having arisen while they were still in the early barbarous stages of development. In art, with the possible exception of the primitive fictile specimens, however, the drapery is generally of the nature of a textile. For defensive\n\np. 57\n\narmour they are given low breastplates, sometimes, in the late examples, the queens\' cuirasses being adorned with the Medusa mark; greaves for the front parts of the legs, thigh plates, and helmets. The helmets at first appear to be of the Minerva type, tall, with the protecting comb, and often plumed; then they are lighter, more approaching the shape of the head; and after the Eastern adventures the high kidaris or Phrygian-like cap, occasionally with points falling over the ears and the nape of the neck, is worn. To the greaves are added sandles, a strap over the ankle to hold the spur, and in default of leg armour the lacings of the sandle may be carried half-way up to the knee. Sometimes we see, as in the interesting fragment of terra-cotta in the Towneley Collection at the British Museum, Amazons in short chitons and wearing high boots with turned-over tops and lion\'s face at the front and turned-up toes, which footgear is suggestive of Eastern influence. In the best specimens of art the feet and legs are bare, only the ankle strap for the spur being shown. After the conquests in Phrygia and expeditions to Persia, we find the Amazons in Persian raiment, consisting of close-fitting tunic and trousers, high boots, and either skull-cap helmets or the kidaris. Their shields, known as the pelta, are small, and either half-moon shaped or showing a double crescent, the outer edge forming a nearly complete circle, while the inner one is dented so as to present two concave curves and three horns; often, however, we see the completely circular target. All these three forms have been regarded as lunar emblems.\n\np. 58\n\nTheir offensive arms consisted of the bow and arrow, the dart, javelin, and the long lance, the latter being merely the adaptation of the missile spear to the need of cavalry fighting at close quarters. A characteristic weapon was the double-headed axe, to which many attributed a symbolical meaning. It was undoubtedly looked upon as an emblem of authority, originally of divine authority, being analogous to the double thunderbolt. As a weapon, it was of Asiatic origin, and appears to have been introduced into Asia Minor by the terrible Hittites. It created great terror among both Greeks and Romans when first met with by those fighting races in the hands of Eastern hordes. Quintus Smyrnus repeats a tradition that Hercules, having ravished the sacred double-headed axe from the Amazonian queen, bestowed it on Omphale, Queen of Lydia. It is said that the axe was preserved as an emblem of regality down to the days of Candaules, last of the Heraclidæ. The sword is only rarely mentioned in connection with the Amazons, which points to extreme antiquity, or at least primitive customs. Of their skill with the bow and arrow many are the wondrous tales that are recorded. Their darts flew as rapid as a glance, as quick as thought, and so the soldiers of Marcus Crasus at a much later date said of the ""strange sort of arrows"" used against them by the Parthians. These weapons, the distressed Romans found, were ""swifter than lightning, reaching their mark before you can see they are discharged."" The barbarians drew the arrows to the feather, and let fly with such force that they pierced light armour, fastening feet to the ground, pinning hands to shields as they transfixed the\n\np. 59\n\nenemies\' limbs. Much the same is told us of the women warriors, for there was little protection against their strength, unless the magic of the Nemean lion\'s skin or a talismanic shield was there to protect a Hercules or an Achilles.\n\nAt first, according to the accounts, tactics similar to those of the old Scythians and Parthians fighting at a distance, common, indeed, to most of the early barbarians, were adopted. There was a swift rush forward, a discharge of arrows and darts, and then a speedy retreat, but a retreat which was as dangerous to the enemy as an advance, for they covered their strategic movements to the rear by a flight of arrows, aiming over their shoulders or turning half round as they fled. Every arrow had its billet. As Plutarch says of the Parthians and Scythians: ""It is indeed an excellent expedient, because they save themselves by retiring, and, by fighting all the while, escape the disgrace of flight."" This retreat and advance seems to have been accompanied by a mazy dance as part of the tactics, in which swiftness and uncertainty of movement was the essential factor. We are told that, besides the use of trumpets, they advanced to combat to the music of the systrum, which would be in keeping with the semi-sacred, semi-barbarous dance, the waving helmet plumes, and the startling Medusa heads on the leaders\' shields. With their wider conquests we find a partial abandonment of the swift advance and retreat strategy, which was supplemented by the advance in force, entailing the adoption of the lance and double-headed axe for use at close quarters. But, as we have said, the sword was rarely associated with the Asiatic Amazons. From early times the\n\np. 60\n\nhorse was made the companion of the youthful warrior, and the prowess of the Amazons on horseback won the admiration of all beholders, when it did not inspire terror. Theirs was always light cavalry, the horses practically without trappings save a simple bridle, and swift manœuvring being adhered to. They used the bow and arrow and the dart, as well as the lance and axe, when mounted, aiming backwards as they retreated, and even vaulting round on the horses\' backs to fight, facing the enemy though retiring. So artists have depicted the Amazons, and sculptors too have shown us these and many other tricks, which we know are quite consistent with barbarian tactics. It was one of the Greek ways of insisting upon the origin of these warriors from the bleak steppes. And so we are told that when the prisoners escaped from the galleys of Hercules, their first action on landing on the Sarmatian shore was to seize horses, and then, like wildly beautiful she-centaurs, descend with disconcerting suddenness upon the unsuspecting inhabitants.\n\nIn the writings of certain authors we find brief allusion to the use of nets among Amazons when in battle, the nets being thrown over enemies, who were then strangled or dispatched with the lance. No doubt this accretion to the picturesque legends is due to a poetical metaphor, symbolising either entanglement through feminine wiles, or the bewildering enveloping movements of the agile warriors, who harassed the enemy on all sides, but swiftly retired to renew the attack, so that they encompassed their opponents like the meshes of a net, out of which there appeared to be no way, for, subtly yielding, they\n\np. 61\n\ncould not be reached or cut through. That barbarian gladiators the retiarii, who carried tridents did use nets in combats in the arena we know, but there is no mention of their employment in actual warfare. On the other hand, the use of entangling nets and knotted thongs by gods and supernatural creatures in their struggles among themselves or against man is a commonplace in most mythologies, and is closely associated with incantations and magic.\n\nAll these niceties of detail have reached us through the minor lights of art and literature, for it is to be observed that in the best of Greek art that has come down to us the Amazons are always treated with pleasing simplicity. The costume generally consists of short tunic; the arms, legs, head, and part of the bust are bare, though occasionally in the later sculptures the chiton is worn long, reaching well below the knee, and is somewhat ample, while sandles are shown. There is little evidence of defensive armour beyond the rare use of helmets and the small shield. The weapons are the bow and arrow, the lance, and the double-headed axe. Elaboration only comes into minor art. No doubt this studied simplicity was largely due to the desire to convey an idea of the remoteness of the scenes shown; so the Greek warriors are seen either entirely naked or very scantily clad, though they wear fine helmets and carry large shields.Embed', 'default'",1 -3402,Blackalicious___Blazing_Arrow,happy,"'Blazing Arrow [Verse 1: Gift of Gab]\nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\nThe rays that range from Asia way to Rio De Janeiro\nA craze you crave? But work today\'s the day that in a major way\nI\'ll make you say ""oh look, he saved the day and also paved the way"" hooray!\nRocking my crew like razor blades today and days away\nFrom now okay, okay, I\'m like a laser ray keeping the stage ablaze\nAnd dangerous ways rapping the phrase that pays all things just ain\'t a phase\nBut ageless ways a cagey great displays yo hey, this ain\'t a game\nSo stays awake \'cause if you came to play you\'ll all behave insane\nAfter we change the game it won\'t remain the same I\'ll fade away!\nSo make your disc and play this tape in your Camaro\nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\n[Hook: Sample]\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road\n\n[Verse 2: Gift of Gab]\nThe verbal dart, I throw a murder all my foe and kill \'em\nBut learning all and so I\'m growing while I\'m learning with \'em\nInferno, I\'ll explode returning out the globe about to blow\nNow get up out your seat, head on out the zones that I patrol\nRock and roll might tear you out the soul like blunts and alcohol\nI knock your whole toboggan for a loop and now the doubt will flow\nI\'m not the pro you wanna knock cause on the real I got the glow\nCosmic flows as I suppose that\'s how it\'s supposed to be and got to go!\nHow\'d ya know? Intuition I was on the old safe surface\nFigure out your purpose? That\'s impossible!\nBut logic will disturb the thought or focus what it\'s not is all about\nThe grow about the kind of onus only God can know\nI rock it for the chocolate, for the awkward, for the thoughtless\nIn your home or at your office, I\'m your early morning coffee sip\nWho got the ball? We roll with Navajos with double barrels\nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\n [Hook: Sample]\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nAnd you don\'t stop\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road5Embed', 'default'",0 -3264,Black_Box___Fantasy,calm,"""Fantasy Every man has a place\nIn his heart there's a space\nAnd the world can't erase his fantasies\n\nTake a ride in the sky\nOn our ship fantasize\nAll your dreams will come true right away\n\nAnd we will live together\nUntil the twelfth of never\nOur voices will ring forever as one\nCome to see victory\nIn a land called fantasy\nLoving life for you and me\nTo behold to your soul is ecstasy\n\nYou will find other kind\nThat has been in search of you\nMany lives has brought you to recognize\nIt's your life now in review\n\nEvery thought is a dream\nRushing by in a stream\nBringing life to your kingdom of doing\n\nTake a ride in the sky\nOn our ship fantasize\nAll your dreams will come true miles away\n\nOur voices will ring together\nUntil the twelfth of never\nWe all will live on forever as one\n\nCome to see victory\nIn the land of fantasy\nLoving life a new decree\nBring your mind to everlasting liberty\n As you stay for the play\nFantasy has in store for you\nGlowing light will see you through\nIt's your day, shining day\nAll your dreams come true\n\nAs you glide in your stride\nWith the wind as you fly away\nGive a smile from your lips and say\nI am free, yes I'm free\nNow I'm on my way ",2 -6859,Demis_Roussos___My_Reason,happy,"""My Reason Musique. Musique\n\nI sing to you ma jolie fille\nA sense of main is deep in me\nI hope you like the sound of my musique\nI saw you pass by on the walk\nI couldn't find the words to talk\nSo I will turn my feelings on musique\n\nI give you des chansons d'amour\nFrom ancient worlds and old folklore\nWith memories and sound of my musique\nJust walk beside me hand in hand\nTo my mediterranean land\nListen to the voice of my musique\nI saw you smile inside and clear my way\nYour eyes reflecting sunlight in my heart\nYou look so happy, girlfriend, and so gay\nSo closed to me and yet so far apart\nI felt if I could take your hand\nThat you would really understand\nThe reason I sing ma chanson d'amour",0 -1326,Angels_and_Airwaves___Secret_Crowds,happy,"""Secret Crowds [Intro]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd build you an empire\n\n[Verse 1]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd fill it with wealth and desire\nA glorious past to admire\nAnd voices of kids out walking dogs\nBirds, planes, cleanest cars\n[Verse 2]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd love it for all that's inside it\nThere'd be no more wars death or riots\nThere'd be no more police-packed parking lots\nGuns, bombs sounding off\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\nIf I had my own world\nI'd build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\n\n[Chorus]\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd show you the life that's inside it\nThe way that it glows when you find it\nThe way it survives with its families\nFriends or its enemies\n [Verse 4]\nLet's make this a new world\nI swear you can go if you want to\nI know that you have that within you\nInventing the first clean and usable\nGod's greatest miracle\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I had my own world\nI'd build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\nIf I had my own world\nI'd build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\n\n[Outro]\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder4 ",0 -2861,Ben_Lee___Into_The_Dark,happy,"""Into the Dark Feelin' Better\nSince I surrendered\nYou can't Climb\n'Till Your ready to fall\nYou're not a land mine\nYou're not a gold mine\nNo you're not mine at all\n\nSo tell me baby\nCan you hear me?\nI sent a message out into the dark\nIt's a mystery\nWhen you're near me\nI've gotta find my way to your heart\nI learnt my lesson\nFirst impressions\nMore ofern right than wrong\nIt's not a slow dance\nThis modern romance\nFeels like we've already waited to long\n\nDon't worry baby\nThat how is should be\nI sent a message out into the dark\nI'd rather talk to you\nAbout how it could be\nI've gotta find my way to your heart\n\nI was one of those\nBreathing tornadoes\nBut now I live at the eye of the storm\nAnd it's all faded\nThen since the separation\nSince I let your love keep me warm\n\nYou tell me baby\nThat you can feel me\nI sent a message out into the dark\nWhen I kiss you\nThat's the real me\nI've gotta find my way to your heart\n So tell me baby\nCan you hear me?\nI sent a message out into the dark\nIt's a mystery\nWhen you're near me\nI've gotta find my way to your heart\nI've gotta find my way to your heart\nI've gotta find my way to your heart ",0 -777,Alicia_Keys___Doesnt_Mean_Anything,sad,"""Doesn’t Mean Anything [Verse 1]\nUsed to dream of being a millionaire without a care\nBut if I'm seeing my dreams and you aren't there\n'Cause it's over, that just won't be fair, darlin'\nI'd rather be a poor woman livin' on the street, no food to eat\n'Cause I don't want no pie if I have to cry\n'Cause it's over when you said goodbye\n\n[Chorus]\nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything now that you're gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything since you're gone\n[Verse 2]\nNow I see myself through different eyes, it's no surprise\nWhat being alone would make you realize\nWhen it's over, all in love is fair\nI shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda, shoulda\n\n[Chorus]\nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything now that you're gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything since you're gone\n\n[Bridge]\nI know I pushed you away\nWhat can I do that will save our love?\nTake these material things\nThey don't mean nothing, it's you that I want\n\n[Chorus]\nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything now that you're gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything since you're gone\nI shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda, shoulda\nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything now that you're gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn't mean anything since you're gone 4 ",1 -7748,Edie_Brickell___Lost_In_The_Moment,calm,"""Lost in the Moment The register stood open as the smoke cleared the room\nAnd one man was lying over blood and a broom\nThe store door was swingin' in a midnight breeze\nAnd another man ran through the dark and the trees\n\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs\n\nHe ran past the motel threw his gun in the trash\nLooked down through the darkness and counted the cash\nThe man at the store was trying to stand\nLooked up through the white light and reached out his hand\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nAre you there can you hear me\nAre you there\n\nThe ambulance arrived but it was too late\nIn the spin of the red lights they covered his face\nHe had a wife who was waiting watching TV in bed\nWondering why he wasn't home yet\nTheir baby was sleeping until the telephone rang\nHe woke and he cried out but nobody came\n\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nAre you there can you hear me\nAre you there\n\nShe doesn't know what they'll do now now that he's gone\nTry to get over and try to get on\nAlone in the backyard a cool afternoon\nThe tree they planted has started to bloom\nShe wanted him to see this she wanted him there\nShe wanted to kiss him and brush back his hair\n\nLost in the moment of what she needs\nLost in the moment of what she needs",2 -4997,Cat_Power___What_Would_The_Community_Think,calm,"'What Would the Community Think My God, what would the community think?\nYou are so beautiful, you are so beautiful\nAll the things that people do in winter\nThey all melt down in the summer\nThings I never should say\nOn a very hot day\n\nBeen crying out in my eyes\n\nVacation, vacation, vacation, vacation, vacation\nMy God, what would the community think?\nYou are so beautiful, you are so beautiful 1Embed', 'default'",2 -6297,Damien_Rice___The_Blowers_Daughter,calm,"""The Blower’s Daughter [Verse 1: Damien Rice]\nAnd so it is\nJust like you said it would be\nLife goes easy on me\nMost of the time\n\n[Verse 2: Damien Rice]\nAnd so it is\nThe shorter story\nNo love, no glory\nNo hero in her skies\n[Chorus: Damien Rice]\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes\n\n[Verse 3: Damien Rice]\nAnd so it is\nJust like you said it should be\nWe'll both forget the breeze\nMost of the time\n\n[Verse 4: Damien Rice]\nAnd so it is\nThe colder water\nThe blower's daughter\nThe pupil in denial\n\n[Chorus: Damien Rice]\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\nI can't take my eyes off of you\n [Bridge: Lisa Hannigan]\nOh, did I say\nThat I loathe you?\nDid I say that I want to\nLeave it all behind?\n\n[Chorus & Outro: Damien Rice]\nI can't take my mind off of you\nI can't take my mind off of you\nI can't take my mind off of you\nI can't take my mind off of you\nI can't take my mind off of you\nI can't take my mind off of you\nMy mind\nMy mind...\nTill I find somebody new19 ",2 -2096,Au_Revoir_Simone___The_Disco_Song,happy,"'The Disco Song There\'s a bad reason\nShe just can\'t stay home anymore\nExpectations rising\nLife\'s too short\nIt\'s too cliché\n\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nShe knows when things are happening\nInto the night, she\'s lost again\nIt\'s like no other feeling she says\n""Here I am to save the day""\n\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\n\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say Embed', 'default'",0 -2296,B3___IOIO,happy,"'I.O.I.O [Refrain]\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\n\n[Strophe 1]\nYou know I love getting up in the morning\nWhen the sun first strikes the trees\nAll the morning birds that singing above\nStill bring back memories\nOf a girl who stood beside me\nWhen the rights I did were wrong\nBut she went back down the river\nJust when I thought I could be strong\nWhen I thought I could be strong\nSo I sing\n[Refrain]\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\n\n[Strophe 2]\nShe never told me why she left me\nBut the letter said goodbye\nNow my mornings are for wondering\nAnd my nights to reason why\nWhy a stranger comes to steal the love\nOf a girl I had to hold\nBut she went back down the river\nJust when I thought I could be strong\nWhen I thought I could be strong\nSo I sing\n\n[Refrain]\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O Embed', 'default'",0 -7616,Dwele___Find_A_Way,happy,"""Find a Way [Intro]\nMmm, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt used to be...we would be...the best of all friends\nIt turned to be...L-O-V-E, and I was your man, so\nYou was my, lady-friend, we spent time\nI found a way to be by your side\nThrough the ins and outs, the wrongs and rights\nAfter a while of bein' settled down, I didn't know how\nTo keep the love, 'cause I was young\nI wish I knew then what I know now\nI wouldn't let you go, I swear I would've made this love grow\nI spent a lot of time and a lot of dough\nTryin' to match what we had and now I-I...\n[Chorus]\nI was hopin' we could find a way\nSaid I was hopin' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nTo have what we had again today\nThough it's been some time since you and I\nIt wouldn't hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love\n\n[Verse 2]\nWish that I, would have known the treasures I'd found\nI didn't know, until you left, I loved your smile\nJust the other day, your girl said that you can't stand me\nI know you don't mean that, can't we\nJust slow down a minute and talk it out\nI've been, in my share, of love since then\nDon't know about, what you've been through\nBut nothin compares to what we had\nAll I know is I need you back\nAnd I know that you need me back\nBaby, let's try again to find our love, oh, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nI was hopin' we could find a way Yeah, baby\nTo have what we had again today Again today, yeah\nThough it's been some time since you and I Oh yeah, yeah\nIt wouldn't hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love Oh no, no, no\nI was hopin' we could find a way Ah, ah\nTo have what we had again today\nTo have what we had again\nThough it's been some time since you and I It's too long\nIt wouldn't hurt to try It wouldn't hurt to try, yeah\nTo find our love Oh baby\n [Bridge]\nI can't forget I can't forget the times we shared\nDidn't know love until love was gone Oh, oh\n'Til I moved on 'Til I moved on\nNow I'm right back to square one again Oh, oh, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nI was hopin' we could find a way\nI was hopin' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nOh, oh baby\nThough it's been some time since you and I\nIt wouldn't hurt to try It wouldn't hurt to try\nTo find our love To find our love, yeah\nI was hopin' we could find a way\nI was hopin' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nagain, baby\nThough it's been some time since you and I Oh no\nIt wouldn't hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love Hurt to try\n\n[Outro]\nBaby, oh no, babe\nFind our love, baby\nFind our love, baby, mmm ",0 -4458,Bruce_Springsteen___Paradise,sad,"""Paradise [Verse 1]\nWhere the river runs to black\nI take the schoolbooks from your pack\nPlastics, wire and your kiss\nThe breath of eternity on your lips\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn the crowded marketplace\nI drift from face to face\nI hold my breath and close my eyes\nI hold my breath and close my eyes\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd I wait for paradise\nAnd I wait for paradise\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe Virginia hills have gone to brown\nAnother day, another sun going down\nI visit you in another dream\nI visit you in another dream\n\n[Verse 4]\nI reach and feel your hair\nYour smell lingers in the air\nI brush your cheek with my fingertips\nI taste the void upon your lips\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd I wait for paradise\nAnd I wait for paradise\n\n[Verse 5]\nI search for you on the other side\nWhere the river runs clean and wide\nUp to my heart, the waters rise\nUp to my heart, the waters rise\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 [Verse 6]\nI sink beneath the river cool and clear\nDrifting down, I disappear\nI see you on the other side\nI search for the peace in your eyes\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBut they're as empty as paradise\nThey're as empty as paradise\n\n[Outro]\nI break above the waves\nI feel the sun upon my face1 ",1 -4472,Bryan_Adams___Its_Only_Love,happy,"""It’s Only Love When the feelin' is ended\nThere ain't no use pretendin'\nDon't ya worry - it's only love\n\nWhen your world has been shattered\nAin't nothin' else matters\nIt ain't over - it's only love\nAnd that's all - yeah\n\nWhen your heart has been broken\nHard words have been spoken\nIt ain't easy - but it's only love\nAnd if your life ain't worth livin'\nAnd you're ready to give in\nJust remember - that it's only love\n\nYou can live without the aggravation\nYa gotta wanna win - ya gotta wanna win\n\nYou keep lookin' back in desperation\nOver and over and over again\n\nYeah - oh yeah\nIt's only love - Baby\nOh baby babe - it's only love, love, love\nLove, Love, love\n\nWhen your world is shattered\nAin't nothin' else matters\nIt ain't over - it's only love\n\nIf your life ain't worth livin'\nAnd you're ready to give in\nJust remember - that it's only love\nYa - that's all\n\nYa it ain't easy baby\nBut it's only love - and that's allSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 1 ",0 -5654,Colbie_Caillat___Bubbly,calm,"""Bubbly [Intro]\nWill you count me in?\n\n[Verse 1]\nI've been awake for a while now\nYou've got me feeling like a child now\n'Cause every time I see your bubbly face\nI get the tingles in a silly place\n\n[Chorus]\nIt starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go\n[Verse 2]\nThe rain is falling on my window pane\nBut we are hiding in a safer place\nUnder covers, staying dry and warm\nYou give me feelings that I adore\n\n[Chorus]\nThey start in my toes, make me crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go\n\n[Bridge]\nBut what am I gonna say\nWhen you make me feel this way?\nI just... Mmm\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go\n\n[Breakdown]\nTa-da-dam, ta-da, da-dam, ta-da-dam, ta-da-da-da, ta-da-dam\nUm-ba, da-da, um-ba, ta-da-da-da, uhm, mm-mmh\n [Verse 3]\nI've been asleep for a while now\nYou tuck me in, just like a child now\n'Cause every time you hold me in your arms\nI'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth\n\n[Chorus]\nIt starts in my soul and I lose all control\nWhen you kiss my nose, the feeling shows\n'Cause you make me smile, baby, just take your time now\nHolding me tight\n\n[Outro]\nWherever, wherever, wherever you go\nWherever, wherever, wherever you go\nWherever you go, I always know\n'Cause you make me smile, even just for a while31 ",2 -2060,Atlantic_Starr___Always,happy,"""Always [Verse 1: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nGirl, you are to me\nAll that a woman should be\nAnd I dedicate my life\nTo you, always\nThe love like yours is rare\nIt must have been\nSent from up above\nAnd I know you'll stay this way\nFor always\n[Pre-Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers, Barbara Weathers]\nAnd we both know\nThat our love will grow\nAnd forever\nIt will be\nYou and me, hey\n\n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you're like the sun\nChasin' all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou're the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always\n\n[Verse 2: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nCome with me, my sweet\nLet's go make a family\nAnd they will bring us joy\nFor always\nOh, boy\nI love you so\nI can't find enough ways\nTo let you know\nBut you can be sure I'm yours\nFor always\n [Pre-Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers, Barbara Weathers]\nAnd we both know\nThat our love will grow\nAnd forever\nIt will be\nYou and me, hey yeah\n\n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you're like the sun\nChasing all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou're the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always\n\n[Bridge: Barbara Weathers]\nHey, yeah\n\n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you're like the sun\nChasing all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou're the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always\n[Outro: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always1 ",0 -9108,Fiona_Apple___I_Know,sad,"""TranslationsFrançaisI Know [Verse 1]\nSo be it, I’m your crowbar\nIf that’s what I am so far\nUntil you get out of this mess\nAnd I will pretend\nThat I don’t know of your sins\nUntil you are ready to confess\nBut all the time, all the time\nI’ll know, I’ll know\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd you can use my skin\nTo bury secrets in\nAnd I will settle you down\nAnd at my own suggestion\nI will ask no questions\nWhile I do my thing in the background\nBut all the time, all the time\nI’ll know, I’ll know\n[Breakdown]\nBaby\nI can't help you out\nWhile she is still around\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo for the time being, I'm being patient\nAnd amidst this bitterness\nIf you'll just consider this\nEven if it don’t make sense all the time\nGive it time\nAnd when the crowd becomes your burden\nAnd you've early closed your curtain\nI'll wait by the backstage door\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhile you try to find\nThe lines to speak your mind\nAnd pry it open, hoping for an encore\nAnd if it gets too late, for me to wait\nFor you to find you love me, and tell me so\nIt’s ok, don’t need to say it 7 ",1 -1016,Amber_Pacific___Fall_Back_Into_My_Life,happy,"""Fall Back Into My Life I know it's not enough to say I'm wrong\nYou know that I will miss you now you're gone\nI know it's not your life to see this through\nJust know that in my heart it beats for you\nSo leave a little note for me behind\nI swear I have to know the reasons why\nThis won't survive\n\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI'd spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this world undone\nI wanna be your only one\nAnd now it's not the same with you away\nJust holding onto hope to save my days\nI won't survive\nSo just stay with me tonight and try\n\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI'd spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this war unsung\nI wanna be your only one\n\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI'd spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this world undone\nI could never leave this war unsung\nI wanna be your only one",0 -596,Alabama___If_Youre_Gonna_Play_In_Texas_You_Gotta_Have_A_Fiddle_In_The_Band,happy,"'If You’re Gonna Play In Texas You Gotta Have A Fiddle In The Band [Chorus]\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for ""Faded Love"" and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band\n\n[Verse 1]\nI remember down in Houston we were puttin\' on a show\nWhen a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled ""Cotton Eye Joe!""\nHe said, ""We love what you\'re doing, boys don\'t get us wrong\nThere\'s just something missing in your song""\n[Chorus]\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for ""Faded Love"" and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight\nThem Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case\nYou say y\'all all want to two-step, say you wanna do-si-do\nWell here\'s a fiddling song before we go\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for ""Faded Love"" and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band\n\n[Fiddle Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for ""Faded Love"" and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17 [Outro]\nYee-haw!\n*tongue roll*\nOh yeah!Embed', 'default'",0 -6097,Current_93___Calling_For_Vanished_Faces_II,sad,"""Calling for Vanished Faces II If only I could take You all at once:\nI would take You for ever and ever and only so\nLose myself in You\nAnd so I smile and skip greengodlike there\nThe picture of allrage alllust and wanton\nThe Inmost Night\nAnd lay waste to the playgrounds\nThe concrete covers all\nThe grass sleeps and waits to rise again\nIt listens for the final Trumpet of\nThe Inmost Light\nAnd I clench my left hand\nThen I open it: the gods I loved\nAre alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone\nEdward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone\nAnd sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light\nThe sadness of the Inmost Light\nThe growl the grip and final sigh\nPaint by numbers of the Inmost Light\nThe plasticformillusion\nWe just have time to swallow\nBefore the doorknock of the Inmost Light\nHe waits at the door He waits at the door\nAnd if You see me try to grin and then I hide\nMyself behind a ball\nA sign I wish to play and run hideandseek\nThe sound is gay and full of joy\nIt masks the binding of our eyes\nThe scorch of all the bonefire burns\nWe hop and skip and trick and treat\nJust watch Your heart and soul and all\nAnd watch Your back - it's waiting there\nUnsmiling there\nThe inmost Light\nUnforgiving there\nThe inmost Light\nSo broken there\nThe Inmost Light\nHowling\nThe Inmost Light\n\nBad bad bad Inmost Light 1 ",1 -550,Air___All_I_Need,calm,"""All I Need [Verse 1: Beth Hirsch]\nAll I need is a little time\nTo get behind this sun and cast my weight\nAll I need is a peace of this mind\nThen I can celebrate\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Beth Hirsch]\nAll in all there's something to give\nAll in all there's something to give\nAll in all there's something to do\nAll in all there's something to do\nAll in all there's something to live\nWith you ooh\nWith you ooh-ahh\n[Chorus: Beth Hirsch]\nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy\n\n[Verse 2: Beth Hirsch]\nAll I need is a little sign\nTo get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine\nGet behind the sun\nAll I need is the place to find\nAnd there I'll celebrate\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Beth Hirsch]\nAll in all there's something to give\nAll in all there's something to give\nAll in all there's something to do\nAll in all there's something to do\nAll in all there's something to live\nWith you ooh\nWith you ooh-ahh\n\n[Chorus: Beth Hirsch]\nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy\n [Interlude: Beth Hirsch]\nAll I need\n\n[Chorus: Beth Hirsch]\nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\n\nAah\nAah5 ",2 -6510,Dashboard_Confessional___The_Best_Deceptions,sad,"'The Best Deceptions I heard about your trip\nI heard about your souvenirs\nI heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights\nAnd the cool guys that you spent them with\nI guess I should have heard of them from you\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t you see, don\'t you see\nThat the charade is over?\nAnd all the ""Best Deceptions"" and the ""Clever Cover Story"" awards go to you\nSo kiss me hard\nCause this will be the last time that I let you\nYou will be back someday\nAnd this awkward kiss that tells of other people\'s lips will be of service\nTo keeping you away\nI heard about your regrets\nI heard that you were feeling sorry\nI heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us\nWell, I guess I should have heard of that from you\n\n[Chorus]\n\nI\'m waiting for blood to flow to my fingers\nI\'ll be all right when my hands get warm\nIgnoring the phone, I\'d rather say nothing\nI\'d rather you\'d never heard my voice\nYou’re calling too late, too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes 1Embed', 'default'",1 -5567,Clinic___Harmony,sad,"""Harmony I believe in harmony\nI believe in Christmas Eve\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one's living on their wits\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout your life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams\n\nI believed in destiny\nI believed your trust was free\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one's living with regret\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout your life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams\nOh and now we know\nNo-one ever told\nNow you can be bold\n\nI believed in solitude\nI believed till there was you\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one's living on their wits\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout you life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams\n\nHarmony and no dilemmas\nHarmony and no dilemmas\nHarmony and no dilemmas",1 -3168,Billy_Talent___Nothing_To_Lose,sad,"""Nothing to Lose [Verse 1]\nNeed more friends with wings\nAll the angels I know put concrete in my veins\nI’d always walk home alone\nSo I became lifeless just like my telephone\n\n[Chorus]\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\n[Verse 2]\nNever played truth or dare\nI’d have to check my mirror to see if I’m still here\nMy parents had no clue\nThat I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom\n\n[Chorus]\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I can’t fight the pain\n\n[Verse 3]\nTeachers said it's just a phase\nWhen I grow up my children will probably do the same\nKids just love to tease\nWho'd know it put me underground at seventeen\n\n[Chorus]\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I can’t fight the pain\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 [Chorus]\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name!\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name!\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I just died today11 ",1 -88,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Hollow,sad,"""The Hollow [Verse 1]\nRun desire, run, sexual being\nRun him like a blade to and through the heart\nNo conscience, one motive\nTo cater to the hollow\n\n[Chorus]\nScreaming feed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacify this hungering\n[Verse 2]\nSo grow, libido, throw\nDominoes of indiscretions down\nFalling all around in cycles, in circles\nConstantly consuming, conquer and devour\n\n[Bridge]\n'Cause it's time to bring the fire down\nBridle all this indiscretion\nLong enough to edify\nAnd permanently fill this hollow\n\n[Chorus]\nScreaming feed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacifying\n\n[Chorus]\nFeed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacifying 16 ",1 -1416,Anna_Nalick___Wreck_Of_The_Day,sad,"""Wreck of the Day [Verse 1]\nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd the light's always red in the rear-view\nDesperately close to a coffin of hope\nI'd cheat destiny just to be near you\n\n[Chorus]\nIf this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love\n[Verse 2]\nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus\n'Cause love doesn't hurt, so I know I'm not falling in love\nI'm just falling to pieces\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love\n\n[Bridge]\nMaybe I'm not up for being a victim of love\nAll my resistance will never be distance enough\n\n[Verse 3]\nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd it's finally quiet in my head\nDriving alone, finally on my way home\nTo the comfort of my bed\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I'm giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love 1 ",1 -3244,Björk___Isobel,sad,"'Isobel [Verse 1]\nIn a forest pitch-dark\nGlowed the tiniest spark\nIt burst into a flame\nLike me, like me\n\n[Refrain]\nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself\n[Verse 2]\nIn a heart full of dust\nLives a creature called lust\nIt surprises and scares\nLike me, like me\n\n[Refrain]\nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen she does it, she means to\nMoth delivers her message\nUnexplained on your collar\nCrawling in silence, a simple excuse\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\n\n[Verse 3]\nIn a tower of steel\nNature forges a deal\nTo raise wonderful hell\nLike me, like me\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Refrain]\nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen she does it, she means to\nMoth delivers her message\nUnexplained on your collar\nCrawling in silence, a simple excuse\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na33Embed', 'default'",1 -4239,Brian_McFadden_featuring_Delta_Goodrem___Almost_Here,sad,"""Almost Here [Verse 1: Brian McFadden]\nDid I hear you right?\n'Cause I thought you said let's think it over\nYou have been my life, and I never planned\nGrowing old without you\nShadows bleeding through the light\nWhere the love once shined so bright\nIt came without a reason\nDon't let go on us tonight\nLove's not always black and white\nWell haven't I always loved you?\n[Chorus: Delta Goodrem]\nBut when I need you\nYou're almost here, and I know\nThat's not enough\nAnd when I'm with you, I'm close to tears\n'Cause you're only almost here\n\n[Verse 2: Brian McFadden & Both]\nI would change the world\nIf I had a chance, oh won't you let me\nTreat me like a child, throw your arms around me\nOh please protect me\nBruised and battered by your words\nDazed and shattered now it hurts\nOh, haven't I always loved you?\n\n[Chorus: Delta Goodrem]\nBut when I need you\nYou're almost here, and I know\nThat's not enough\nAnd when I'm with you, I'm close to tears\n'Cause you're only almost here\noooooooooh\n\n[Bridge: Both & Brian McFadden]\nBruised and battered by your words\nDazed and shattered now it hurts\nHaven't I always loved you?\n [Outro: Delta Goodrem & Brian McFadden & Both]\nBut when I need you, you're almost here\nWell I never knew how far behind I'd left you\nAnd when I hold you, you're almost here\nWell I'm sorry that I took our love for granted\nAnd now I'm with you, I'm close to tears\n'Cause I know I'm almost here\nOnly almost here ",1 -1648,Apollo_440___Raw_Power,happy,"""Raw Power Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go\nRaw power, your power, out on the floor power\nDrum power, bass power, right in your face power, rip it up\nRaw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go\n\nLike a bullet from the gun, you're on the run\nWe got it if you want some, want some\nWe'll squeeze it to the last drop, from the bottom\nTo the very tip top, hip hop, don't stop, go!\nGo, go, go, go!\nRaw power, more power, foot to the floor power\nRaw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go\n\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\n\nRip it up come on, come on!\n\nSlam dunking state of mind, every time\nThrowing you a life-line, life-line\nWe'll leave the group shell-shocked from the bottom\nTo the very tip top, hip hop don't stop, go!\nG-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-go!\n\nRaw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go\nDrum power, bass power, right in your face power rip it up, trip it up\nRaw power, your power, out on the raw power here we go, here we go\n\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\n\nTo the next side giving it the jazz rinse\n Hey, hey, hey slam dunking state of mind\nHey, hey, hey every time\nHey, hey, hey ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four four forty ",0 -7149,Dido___Look_No_Further,sad,"""Look No Further [Verse 1]\nI might have been a singer\nWho sailed around the world\nA gambler who wins millions\nAnd spent it all on girls\n\nI might have been a poet\nWho walked upon the moon\nA scientist who would tell the world\nI discovered something new\nI might have loved a king\nAnd been the one to end a war\nA criminal who drinks champagne\nAnd never could be caught\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut among your books\nAmong your clothes\nAmong the noise and fuss\nI've let it go\n\n[Chorus]\nI can stop and catch my breath\nAnd look no further for happiness\nAnd I will not turn again\nCause my heart has found its home\n\n[Verse 2]\nEveryone I'll never meet\nAnd the friends I won't now make\nThe adventures that there could have been\nAnd the risks I'll never take\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut among your books\nAmong your clothes\nAmong the noise and fuss\nI've let it go\n [Chorus]\nI can stop and catch my breath\nAnd look no further for happiness\nAnd I will not turn again\nCause my heart has found its home3 ",1 -1608,Antony__The_Johnsons___One_Dove,calm,"""One Dove One dove\nYou're the one I've been waiting for\nThrough the dark fall\nThe nightmares, the lonely nights\n\nI was born\nA curling fox in a hole\nHiding from danger\nScared to be alone\n\nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nOne dove\nI'm the one you've been waiting for\nFrom your skin I am born again\nI wasn't born yesterday\n\nYou were old and hurt\nI was longing to be free\nI see things you were too tired\nYou were too scared to see\n\nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nMercy\n\nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\n\nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nMercy\n Eyes open, shut your eyes\nEyes open, shut your eyes\nEyes open up1 ",2 -6651,David_Sylvian___Brilliant_Trees,calm,"""Brilliant Trees When you come to me\nI'll question myself again\nIs this grip on life still my own\n\nWhen every step I take\nLeads me so far away\nEvery thought should bring me closer home\n\nAnd there you stand\nMaking my life possible\nRaise my hands up to heaven\nBut only you could know\nMy whole world stands in front of me\nBy the look in your eyes\nBy the look in your eyes\nMy whole life stretches in front of me\nReaching up like a flower\nLeading my life back to the soil\n\nEvery plan I've made's\nLost in the scheme of things\nWithin each lesson lies the price to learn\n\nA reason to believe\nDivorces itself from me\nEvery hope I hold lies in my arms\n\nAnd there you stand\nMaking my life possible\nRaise my hands up to heaven\nBut only you could know\n\nMy whole world stands in front of me\nBy the look in your eyes\nBy the look in your eyes\nMy whole life stretches in front of me\nReaching up like a flower\nLeading my life back to the soil",2 -9321,Foo_Fighters___Summers_End,sad,"""Summer’s End [Verse 1]\nEarly morning without warning\nWoke me with a scare\nI had that dream again\nThat the sun was dead\n\nMake me warm or take me home\nIt's so cold in here\nCan't we meet somewhere\nIs it winter there?\nIs it winter there?\nThis winter\n[Chorus]\nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer's end\n\n[Verse 2]\nCome on over brave my storm\nOceans overhead\nCome inside, my friend\nGetting bad out there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery moment we have stolen\nAll we have to share\nNo one wanted them\nBut you know I did\nYou know I did\nThis moment\n\n[Chorus]\nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer's end\n [Guitar solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer's end\n\n[Outro]\nMeet me in the summertime\nMeet me in the summertime\nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nMeet me in the summertime\nI will meet you there3 ",1 -1586,Antimatter___The_Last_Laugh,sad,"""The Last Laugh And so you had the last laugh - ha ha ho...\nI laughed you off a long time ago\nYour ever changing personality never fails to tickle me at all\nYou said you were a white witch\nReminds me of a movie that you'd seen\nWell can you still open doors with just your mind?\nIn this little space in time, I've played with better things\nEverything you done...\nThe games you said you'd won - I still remember all to well\nThe foes that fought and lost - the fools that bore your cross - I still\nRemember all to well\nAnd it's all a state of mind\nI've seen you crave affection\nAffected minds don't work too evenly\nWell what did you call it when you stabbed me in the back?\nAnd rewrote in retrospect lovers pain\nWhere do you find redemption? Tucked away in pre-recorded dreams?\nDo you wake each morning wondering when it came?\nThe experiments in pain no longer here in my world",1 -501,Aimee_Mann___Ray,happy,"""Ray Ray, as of today, I can't say things will ever be the same\nAnd that could be a shame\n'Cause though I think I know another lonely exile when I see one\nAnd you appear to be one\n\nStill...\n\nI'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you've got it to spare\nI'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there\n\nRay, what can I say?\nYou don't know me, and it's just wishful thinking to keep myself from sinking\nAnd hence, no evidence to support any theory I have handy\nIf you could understand me\nAnd so...\n\nI'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you've got it to spare\nI'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there\n\n'Cause you're as bad off as me...\n\nRay, can we repay ourselves for days that we've lost through indecision\nWith one of recoginition?\nIf so, then here I go, 'cause some things you know...\nAnd some you just believe in\nAnd hope it comes out even\n\nI...\n\nI'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you've got it to spare\nI'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there\n\nI oughta be there\nI oughta be there\nI...See Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",0 -3969,Bow_Wow___Get_It_Poppin,happy,"'Get it Poppin’ *dogs barking*\n\n[Swizz Beatz - talking]\nOne two, one two\nBow Weezy, Swizz Weazy yo, yo, yo\nWOO! WOO! WOO!\nLadies and gentlemen\nLadies to the flo\' stand up\nThe fellas to the flo\'\nAs we go a little somethin like this\nWOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! yo, yo, yo\nyo, yo, yo, yo, yo WOO! WOO! WOO!\nC\'mon\n\n[Chorus - Swizz Beatz] - 2X\nLet\'s get it poppin c\'mon\nLet\'s get it jumpin c\'mon\nLet\'s get it poppin c\'mon\nLet, let\'s get it jumpin c\'mon\n\n[Verse 1 - Bow Wow]\nListen take a few minutes to mellow out WOO\nThe name\'s Weezy girls, I wanna tell about OW\nHow I have them yellin at the top of they lungs and\nLet\'s get it poppin, let, let\'s get it jumpin\nAin\'t nothin to the young dog, run yard\nCharts lock, soon as I bark, I\'m amongst top\nB-Wizzle, Swizzle\nIs you crazy baby, I\'m rainin, them boys just drizzle\nNo more tryin to ""be Like Mike""\nCause even Mike Jordan\'s two boys wanna be like I\nAll I ever hear when the girls go by is\n""Why am I so fly?""\nI don\'t know, but uh \n\n[Chorus]\n [Break - Bow Wow] - w/ ad libs\nI go by the name of Bow Weezy and\nAll the other little homies be easy and\nI gotta do my thing to get the cheese again\nYou can\'t see me you better believe me man talk to \'em\n\n[Verse 2 - Bow Wow]\nNow I\'m back for ya, to the Swizz track for ya uh huh\nWant to get it jumpin, and I can gets that for ya uh huh\nIt\'s me, please, wouldn\'t believe uh\nThe ease that I run through them sucker MC\'s WOO\nB-Dub like fist to gloves, I fix snubs\nThat Swizz done mixes like drugs\nSo watch the club\'s get high-yi-ya OW\nFeel like Cali when I drop by UH\nWhy bodies droppin, all the mommies faintin\nWatch the candy paint change OH, gangsta ain\'t it? HEY\nAnxious to hot, they anus in the drop, get acquainted\nWith the hottest in entertainment C\'mon\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Break]\n\n[Verse 3 - Bow Wow]\nI can\'t lie, I love b-o-o-t-y spell it out, why?\nCause I never let it walk on by\nWhen I see it in them Shago jeans\nCrazy how baby legs bustin from the seam\nLike uh, uh, UH, all over the track\nTold her uh ""pardon me, uh get up in the \'lac""\nJust, sit inside the Denelli and relax\nShe was Mitchell and Ness, the way she threw it back like UH WOO\nWhy must I chase the cat, as I blaze the track\nThe snare, the high hat\nThe baseline is mine, the modern time canine phenom\nNow ya\'ll sing it line from line, now c\'mon\n[Chorus]\n\n[Break]\n\n[Swizz Beatz - talking]\nOkay, one two, one two, one two, one two\nOne two, one two, one two, one two, one two, one two\nYou just heard the sounds of Bow Wizzle, Swizz Beatz\nIt\'s serious man, ah, just a lean\nYour a grown man dog, C\'MONEmbed', 'default'",0 -463,Agnes___I_Need_You_Now,sad,"""I Need You Now [Verse 1]\nI'm fine\nDon't believe it\nYou know me enough to know that's a lie\nI'm close\nHard as it is to say\nTo total disaster, barely holding on\n\n[Chorus]\nI need you now\nI need you now, don't turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don't turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now\n[Verse 2]\nOut here\nWhere I've been spinning\nIt's nearly impossible to slow down\nOne night of your company\nMight be the only thing to keep me sane\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nDon't turn me away, don't turn me away\n\n[Chorus]\nI need you now\nI need you now, don't turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don't turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now\n\n[Bridge]\nHow many times have I come to you, vulnerable like this?\nI know you have the right to question, but please don't ask\n [Pre-Chorus]\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nOh, I need you now\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nDon't turn me away, don't turn me away\n\n[Chorus]\nI need you now\nI need you now, don't turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don't turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now\n\n[Outro]\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan't keep runnin' from what is coming\nI need you now, I need you now\nI need you now ",1 -4773,Candi_Staton___Young_Hearts_Run_Free,happy,"""Young Hearts Run Free [Verse 1]\nWhat's the sense in sharing this one and only life\nEnding up just another lost and lonely wife\nYou count up the years\nAnd they will be filled with tears\nLove only breaks up to start over again\nYou'll get the babies\nBut you won't have your man\nWhile he is busy loving every woman that he can, uh-huh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSay I'm gonna leave\nA hundred times a day\nIt's easier said than done\nWhen you just can't break away\nJust can't break away\n[Chorus]\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon't be no fool when love really don't love you\nDon't love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's high time now, just one crack at life\nWho wants to live in trouble and strife\nMy mind must be free to learn all I can about me, mmm\nI'm gonna love me for the rest of my days\nEncourage the babies every time they say\nSelf-preservation is what's really going on today\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSay I'm gonna turn loose\nA thousand times a day\nHow can I turn loose\nWhen I just can't break away\nWhen I just can't break away\n\n[Chorus]\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nYou and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon't be no fool when love really don't love you\nDon't love you\n [Outro]\nYoung hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon't be no fool when love really don't love you\nIt don't love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon't be no fool when love really don't love you\nDon't love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon't be no fool when love really don't love you\nDon't love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey'll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me2 ",0 -7813,Eels___The_Medication_Is_Wearing_Off,sad,"'The Medication Is Wearing Off See this watch she gave me?\nWell it still ticks away\nThe days I\'m claiming back for me\n\nThe medication\'s wearing off\nGonna hurt not a little, a lot\nKeep on tickin\' you\'re not lickin\' me\n\nStep on a crack break your mother\'s heart\nRed light, green light, black\nSuicide e-mail do not delete\nPlug it back in the jack\nStart to be what they want you to be\nAnd you see yourself as they see you\nSunrise at the corner of Sunset and Alvarado\nI think, ""What the hell do I do now?""\nWatch the day disintegrate\nSo I can stay up late and wait\n\nSee this watch she gave me?\nWell it still ticks away 1Embed', 'default'",1 -6721,Dead_Boys___Aint_It_Fun,sad,"""Ain’t It Fun Ain't it fun when you're always on the run?\nAin't it fun when your friends despise what you've become?\nAin't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come?\nAin't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?\n\nIt's such fun... Such fun!\n\nAin't it fun when you're taking care of number one?\nAin't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun?\nAin't it fun when you j... j... j... just can't seem to find your tongue\n'Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung?\nIt's such fun!\nWell, somebody come up to me, they spit right in my face\nBut I didn't even feel it! It was such a disgrace!\nI punched my fist right through the glass\nBut I didn't even feel it! It all happened so fast!\n\nIt's such fun! Such fun! Such...\n\nAin't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt?\nAin't it fun when she splits and leaves you on the bum?\nAin't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun?\nAin't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?\n\nIt's such fun! Such fun! Such...\nHaving a real fun time! Such fun! Such fun!\nNo fun...",1 -3637,Blue_October___Angel,anger,"""Angel [Intro:]\nI'm wishing the bath water clean\nShe hides in the back and is unseen\nI take off the mask that surrounds me\nLook me in the face, what do you see?\nI feel like a boy the age of 13\nMy body grows up, but my mind stays the same\nLook me in the face, what do you see?\n\n[Verse 1:]\nHow do you tell an angel\nThat you don't believe in God?\nWhy do I feel like such a stranger?\nI look around, I look around\nAnd all my friends are gone\n[Chorus:]\nBut oh, would you be me?\nBecause I would be you\nOh, you'd be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\nAnd how would you treat me?\nBecause I would treat you\nOh, you'd be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\n\n[Verse 2:]\nHow do you tell your father\nThat you want him to notice you?\nWhy does this seem like such a bother?\nWhen mom says you'd be better off dead\nBut I want to see you, I still wanna see you\n\n[Chorus:]\nOh. would you call me?\nOh, it's not hard to\nI'm the first one\nOh, you gave birth to\nAnd oh, would you write me\nOn my birthday?\nGraduation was yesterday\nYesterday, oh\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Verse 3:]\nHow do you hold the special victim\nWhen they push you away?\nWhen they've been raped on the inside\nTorn on the outside?\nThe dirt and ugly from the stain that they try to hide\nTouched in private places, embarrassed faces\nToo scared to ask for help\n\n[Chorus:]\nOh, would you be me?\nBecause I would be you\nOh, you'd be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\nAnd how would you treat me?\nBecause I would treat you\nYou'd be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\n\n[Outro:]\nI'm wishing the bath water clean\nShe hides in the back and is unseen\nI take off the mask that surrounds me\nLook me in the face, what do you see?2 ",3 -4905,Cars_Can_Be_Blue___Hey_Hippie,happy,"""Hey Hippie Hey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\n\nJust because you drink that tea\nDoesn't mean you're better than me\nPutting nuts on your eye\nDoesn't mean you're not gonna die\n\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nYou don't have psychic ability\nNot anymore than me\nFuck Feng Shui, fuck Tai Chi\nAnd fuck Reiki\n\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\n\nI know you think you're gonna have a thousand other lives when you die but the truth is you're just like every piece of matter on this planet and you're just gonna rot, you god damned egomaniac... and that's science\n\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight",0 -6641,David_Sylvian___Ride,calm,"""Ride [Verse 1]\nMessages ran all over town\nWords without sound\nCondemned me\nAnd left me for dead\nAll over again\nIt wasn't the first time, but this time\nThings will never be the same\n\n[Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide\n[Verse 2]\nThe chapel was burned\nRazed to the ground\nFrom the darkest of clouds\nSmall birds tumbled like rain\nTime and again\nYou may go charging at windmills\nIn these days\nAbsurdities never change\n\n[Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide\n\n[Bridge]\nIn the thick of the woods\nThe word is taboo\nIn the darkest of continents\nLight can deceive you\n [Chorus]\nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground\nIn this world of lost and found\nThe eagle flies\nRide ",2 -8708,Everything_But_The_Girl___Wrong,sad,"'Wrong [Verse 1]\nI wanted everything for a little while\nWhy shouldn\'t I\nI wanted to know what it was like\nI pushed you too far\nAnd you started laying down the law\nTill I didn\'t love you anymore\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break\n[Chorus]\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo there we both were in that little house\nJust hanging out\nYou didn\'t know what you were about\nYou turned to me as you were\nThreading daisies on a chain\nAnd you said, ""It\'s decision time again""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break\n\n[Chorus]\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\n [Bridge]\nAnd the ground\'s gonna swallow you\nI was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\nI was wrong\nI was wrong\nI wanted everything for a little while\nWhy shouldn\'t I\nI wanted to know what he was like\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break\n\n[Chorus]\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\nI was wrong\nI was wrongEmbed', 'default'",1 -4762,Camera_Obscura___Before_You_Cry,happy,"""Before You Cry No sense, no style, I said I loved you for a little while\nWhen you cried no, high speed became go slow\nCome back this time, wishful thinking is going to make you mine\nPush turns to shove, I got no more room for love\n\nI hope you hear me, I can't stand you next to me\nGet lost goodbye, I'll smile before you cry\n\nI love you baby, please don't hate me\nYou're feeling a little sad tonight but you'll be alright\nYou're feeling a little sad tonight but you'll be alright\nYou're feeling a little sad tonight but you'll be alright",0 -5674,ColdWorld___Dream_Of_A_Dead_Sun,sad,"""Dream of a Dead Sun Take a step in the land\nFull of darkness and lies\nThere' s no living\nEverything died!\nNo pale blue sky\nNo faith in your eyes\nThis is my land of darkness built inside!\n\nTake away from me posessions and love!\nA new beginning. A Cold World\nWith eternal echoes from the night\nI'll teach you to find the light!\nThe darkness calls my name, and I will follow!\nThe night is getting colder, the frost paralyzed my pain!\n\nTake a step in the land\nFull of darkness and lies\nThere' s no living\nEverything died!\nThis is my land of darkness stuck in ice!",1 -6660,David_Thomas_Broughton___Ambiguity,sad,"""Ambiguity [Verse 1]\nHow much love can a boy contain in here?\nHow many contradictions can a girl posess up there?\nWell these questions, these questions are too ambiguous\nTry to narrow down your search\nSomethings I know, it's hard\nSomethings I know, it's hard\nSomethings I know, it's hard\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's easy to forget where you came from if there's no question of your return\nSuch selfishnesses trivialise any tenderness as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels\nSuch selfishnesses\nSuch selfishnesses\nPronouncing every word with a rigid insensitivity, plus I struggle with the nightshade in my blood\nI really shouldn't say it, but I just love what the water does\n[Outro]\nIt's easy\nStruggle with the nightshade\n\nIt's easy\nEasy\nAnd I struggle with the nightshade in my blood. x2\nEasy\nEasy\nAnd I struggle with the nightshade in my blood. x2\nEasy\nEasy\nAnd I-",1 -1545,AntiFlag___This_Is_The_End_For_You_My_Friend,happy,"""This Is the End For You My Friend [Verse 1]\nSeems every station on the TV\nIs selling something no one can be\nIf every page was torn from the magazine\nWould cash still drive the media machine?\nThe products, damage, and pursuit are endless\nIdentity can leave you selfless\n\n[Chorus]\nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can't forgive, I won't forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more\nFor more\n[Verse 2]\nYour eyes are open but you can't see\nYour mouth is moving but you don't speak\nA blitzkrieg of images to break your will\nI hope you choke on every pill\n\n[Chorus]\nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can't forgive, I won't forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more\n\n[Bridge]\nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can't forgive, I won't forget...\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can't forgive, I won't forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more\nFor more 7 ",0 -6209,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Dont_Drink_The_Water,sad,"""Don’t Drink the Water Come out come out\nNo use in hiding\nCome now come now\nCan you not see?\nThere's no place here\nWhat were you expecting\nNot room for both\nJust room for me\nSo you will lay your arms down\nYes I will call this home\nAway away\nYou have been banished\nYour land is gone\nAnd given me\nAnd here I will spread my wings\nYes I will call this home\nWhat's this you say?\nYou feel a right to remain?\nThen stay and I will bury you\nWhat's that you say\nYour father's spirit still lives in this place\nI will silence you\nHere's the hitch\nYour horse is leaving\nDon't miss your boat\nIt's leaving now\nAnd as you go I will spread my wings\nYes I will call this home\nI have no time to justify to you\nFool, you're blind, move aside for me\nAll I can say to you my new neighbor\nIs you must move on or I will bury you\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69 Now as I rest my feet by this fire\nThose hands once warmed here\nI have retired them\nI can breathe my own air\nI can sleep more soundly\nUpon these poor souls\nI'll build heaven and call it home\nCause you're all dead now\nI live with my justice\nI live with my greedy need\nI live with no mercy\nI live with my frenzied feeding\nI live with my hatred\nI live with my jealousy\nI live with the notion\nThat I don't need anyone but me\nDon't drink the water\nDon't drink the water\nThere's blood in the water\nDon't drink the water1 ",1 -6958,Destroyer___Dark_Leaves_Form_a_Thread,happy,"""Dark Leaves Form a Thread Susan, the truth is\nSipping sherry branded by moonlight's just a game people are playing tonight\n\nSeriously, terror advances...so\n\nSorry if you should find me\nThinking of only the things that I need\nI've been living in America in churches of greed––it's sick!\n\nNo, it's cool\nYou go. I'll stay\nPerfectly at home with this dread\nDark leaves form a thread!\nSo\nShould you still want me\nYou can find me down at the café\nA little bit too busy being served\nSworn enemy of the waitresses there\nA late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen...\nNah, it's cool\nYou go. I'll stay\nPerfectly at home with this dread\nDark leaves form a thread!",0 -4928,Cascada___Miracle,happy,"""Miracle [Verse 1]\nBoy meets girl Meets girl\nYou were my dream, my world My world\nBut I But I was blind Was blind\nYou cheated on me from behind\nSo on So on my own My own\nI feel so all alone\nThough I know it's true It's true\nI'm still in love with you\n\n[Chorus]\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you'll see, it can happen to me\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you'll see, it can happen to me, it can happen to me\n[Post-Chorus]\nMiracle Miracle, miracle\n\n[Verse 2]\nDay Day and night And night\nI'm always by your side By your side\n'Cause I know 'Cause I know for sure For sure\nMy love is real, my feelings pure\nSo take So take a try A try\nNo need to ask me why Ask me why\n'Cause I know 'Cause I know it's true It's true\nI'm still in love with you\n\n[Chorus]\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you'll see, it can happen to me\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you'll see, it can happen to me, it can happen to me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nMiracle Miracle, miracle\n [Outro]\nMiracle, miracle, miracle1 ",0 -458,Afterlife___Speck_Of_Gold,calm,"""Speck Of Gold Hope is all that we have\nWith each birth, every tear, we have hope, we have hope\n\nSpeck of gold in your heart\nEveryone, everyone\nSpeck of gold in your heart\nEvery sun, everyone\n\nSpeck of gold\n\nCold, cold ways, I won't\nHold you heart to this light\nOne and all, one and all\nSpeck of gold\nSpeck of gold, that we just unfolded\n\nLove your heart, love your heart\nSpeck of gold, everyone hold our sun\nWanna live\n\nSpeck of gold\n\nSpeck of dust on our sun\nShade our world, shade our world\nSpeck of dust on everyone\nSave our sun, save our world\n\nSpeck of dust on our sun\nShade our world, shade our world\nSpeck of dust on everyone\nSave our sun, save our world",2 -348,Adam_Green___Festival_Song,happy,"""Festival Song Ahhhh\nOhhh I believe we have to live to die just to give\nI wanted you to say you play with me\nNow for you to touch me\nTo reach out and cut me\nJust like my mother said you'd stand in my way\n\nDon't know it's not allowed to be a party\nYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it\nYou got a hole lot of good money, for nothing\nHere's coming down a cannonball\nStand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed\nAnd here's a look back to Babylon\nWhat you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of you\nAnd you'r standing in the doorway\nDraggin your dick back to some place to lay\nYeah you'r standing in the doorway\nDon't care what she's saying\nDon't know it's not allowed to be a party\nYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it\nMy god you trade money for your honey",0 -6719,Deacon_Blue___Ill_Never_Fall_In_Love_Again,sad,"""I’ll Never Fall in Love Again What do you get when you fall in love\nA girl with a pin to burst your bubble\nThats what you get for all your trouble\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nWhat do you get when you kiss a girl\nYou get enough germs to catch pneumonia\nAfter you do she'll never phone you\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nDon't tell me what its all about\nCause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out\nOut of those chains,those chains that bind you\nThat is why I'm here to remind you\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nNothing but pain, lies and sorrow\nSo for at least until tomorrow\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI'll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI'll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI'll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI'll never fall in love",1 -4447,Bruce_Springsteen___Blinded_By_The_Light,happy,"'Blinded by the Light [Verse 1]\nMadman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat\nIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat\nWith a boulder on my shoulder feelin\' kinda older I tripped the\nMerry-go-round\nWith this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope\nCrashed to the ground\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome all-hot half-shot was headin\' for the hot spot snappin\' his fingers clappin\' his hands\nAnd some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover\'s knot with a whatnot in her hand\nAnd now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand\nAnd some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy\'s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band\n[Chorus]\nAnd she was blinded by the light\nOh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nShe got down but she never got tight, but she\'ll make it alright\n\n[Verse 3]\nSome brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east\nHe says, ""Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that\'s where they expect it least""\nAnd some new-mown chaperone was standin\' in the corner all alone watchin\' the young girls dance\nAnd some fresh-sown moonstone was messin\' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, he was blinded by the light\nOh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nHe got down but she never got tight, but he\'s gonna make it tonight\n\n[Verse 4]\nSome silicone sister with her manager\'s mister told me I got what it takes\nShe said I\'ll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break\nAnd go-cart Mozart was checkin\' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside\nAnd little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride\n\n[Verse 5]\nOh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin\' backyard bombardier\nYes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card\nHe said, do what you like, but don\'t do it here\nWell I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground\nAsked him which was the way back home\nHe said take a right at the light, keep goin\' straight until night, and then boy, you\'re on your own\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 [Verse 6]\nAnd now in Zanzibar a shootin\' star was ridin\' in a side car hummin\' a lunar tune\nYes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we\'re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon\nAnd some kidnapped handicap was complainin\' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night\nWell I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw\nA gap but figured he\'d be all right\n\n[Chorus]\nHe was just blinded by the light\nCut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nMama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun\nWoah, but but mama that\'s where the fun is\n\n[Outro]\nI was blinded\nOh mama, oh mama\nI was blinded\nOh mama, oh mama\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded6Embed', 'default'",0 -3404,Blackbyrds___Happy_Music,happy,"""Happy Music Happy music makes you\nFeel good all the time\nHappy music takes your\nTroubles off your mind\n\nHappy music makes you\nFootloose and fancy free\nHappy music takes you\nWhere you wanna be\n\nHappy music\nGood time music\nIs our music\nFunky music\nParty music\nPlay happy music\nHappy music\n\nWhen you're jamming and\nYou want to boogie down\nPlay a hip tune that's\nGot a funky sound\nMake it funky, funky music\nLog on to kill this message\n\nHappy music makes you\nFeel good all the time\nHappy music takes your\nTroubles off your mind\n\nHappy music makes you\nFootloose and fancy free\nHappy music takes you\nWhere you wanna be",0 -6216,DESTRUCTION___Fear_Of_The_Moment,anger,"""Fear of the Moment I - am a ready die\nThe world won't miss me\nYou wanna know why?\nHumanity - is out of control\nWhy should I stay and play my lousy role?\n\nI - can't stand the pain\nThe script is written\nDon't wanna remain\nNow - the time is right\nWon't be too difficult\nTo give up the last fight\nFear of the moment\nMy world is a maze with a dead end\nFear of the moment\nThe will to live is hard to defend\n\nIf I - would pass away\nWould they ever miss me\nMaybe just for one day?\nIf I - would have real friends\nThe dead end would make no fucking sense\n\nThis pain is shredding - rewind!\nThe sense of a free mind\n\nI - I feel the season is right\nTo attract attention and stop the fight\nWhy - you wanna know why?\nMy time isn't up\nI'm not ready to die!!!",3 -3775,Bob_Dylan___Its_Alright__Ma_Im_Only_Bleeding,calm,"'It’s Alright, Ma I’m Only Bleeding [Verse 1]\nDarkness at the break of noon\nShadows even the silver spoon\nThe handmade blade, the child\'s balloon\nEclipses both the sun and moon\nTo understand you know too soon\nThere is no sense in trying\n\n[Verse 2]\nPointed threats they bluff with scorn\nSuicide remarks are torn\nFrom the fools gold mouthpiece the hollow horn\nPlays wasted words, proves to warn\nThat he not busy being born\nIs busy dying\n[Verse 3]\nTemptation\'s page flies out the door\nYou follow, find yourself at war\nWatch waterfalls of pity roar\nYou feel to moan, but unlike before\nYou discover that you\'d just be one more\nPerson crying\n\n[Chorus]\nSo don\'t fear if you hear\nA foreign sound to your ear\nIt\'s alright, Ma, I\'m only sighing\n\n[Verse 4]\nAs some warn victory, some downfall\nPrivate reasons, great or small\nCan be seen in the eyes of those that call\nTo make all that should be killed to crawl\nWhile others say don\'t hate nothing at all\nExcept hatred\n\n[Verse 5]\nDisillusioned words like bullets bark\nAs human gods aim for their mark\nMake everything from toy guns that spark\nTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark\nIt\'s easy to see without lookin\' too far\nThat not much is really sacred\n [Verse 6]\nWhile preachers preach of evil fates\nTeachers teach that knowledge waits\nCan lead to hundred-dollar plates\nGoodness hides behind its gates\nBut even the President of the United States\nSometimes must have to stand naked\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd though the rules of the road have been lodged\nIt\'s only people\'s games that you got to dodge\nAnd it\'s alright, Ma, I can make it\n\n[Verse 7]\nAdvertising signs that con\nYou into thinking you\'re the one\nThat can do what\'s never been done\nThat can win what\'s never been won\nMeantime, life outside goes on\nAll around you\n\n[Verse 8]\nYou lose yourself, you reappear\nYou suddenly find you got nothing to fear\nAlone you stand with nobody near\nWhen a trembling distant voice, unclear\nStartles your sleeping ears to hear\nThat somebody thinks they really found you\n[Verse 9]\nA question in your nerves is lit\nYet you know there is no answer fit\nTo satisfy, ensure you not to quit\nTo keep it in your mind and not forget\nThat it is not he, or she, or them, or it\nThat you belong to\n\n[Chorus]\nBut though the masters make the rules\nFor the wise men and the fools\nI got nothing, Ma, to live up to\n\n[Verse 10]\nFor them that must obey authority\nThat they do not respect in any degree\nWho despise their jobs, their destiny\nSpeak jealously of them that are free\nDo what they do just to be\nNothing more than something they invest in\n\n[Verse 11]\nWhile some on principles baptized\nTo strict party platform ties\nSocial clubs in drag disguise\nOutsiders they can freely criticize\nTell nothing except who to idolize\nAnd say ""God bless him""\n\n[Verse 12]\nWhile one who sings with his tongue on fire\nGargles in the rat race choir\nBent out of shape from society\'s pliers\nCares not to come up any higher\nBut rather get you down in the hole\nThat he\'s in\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I mean no harm, nor put fault\nOn anyone that lives in a vault\nBut it\'s alright, Ma, if I can\'t please him\n\n[Verse 13]\nOld lady judges watch people in pairs\nLimited in sex, they dare\nTo push fake morals, insult and stare\nWhile money doesn\'t talk, it swears\nObscenity, who really cares\nPropaganda, all is phony\n\n[Verse 14]\nWhile them that defend what they cannot see\nWith a killer\'s pride, security\nIt blows the minds most bitterly\nFor them that think death\'s honesty\nWon\'t fall upon \'em naturally\nLife sometimes must get lonely\n\n[Verse 15]\nMy eyes collide head-on with stuffed\nGraveyards, false goals, I scuff\nAt pettiness which plays so rough\nWalk upside down inside handcuffs\nKick my legs to crash it off\nSay, okay, I\'ve had enough\nWhat else can you show me?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if my thought-dreams could be seen\nThey\'d probably put my head in a guillotine\nBut it\'s alright, Ma, it\'s life, and life only18Embed', 'default'",2 -4948,Cassandra_Wilson___A_Little_Warm_Death,calm,"""A Little Warm Death A Little Warm Death\nA Little Warm Death won't hurt you none\nCome on Relax with me\nLet me take away your physicalities\n\nOne little warm death coming up\nOne little warm death with me tonight\n\nA little sweet death\nOne little cherry breathless mist\nFeels like eternity\nThere's nobody here, Just you and me\nOne little warm death coming 'round\nOne little sweet death with me tonight\n\nIn and out of stages\nLike the fazes of the moon\nIt can shine so brightly\nLet the fullness soon come soon come soon\n\nBut now I feel you near me\nSee you much more clearly\nI can hardly wait to\nFeel you moving through my world oh my world\n\nIsn't deep without you\n\nOne little warm death?. Come have one [Repeat: x 3]\nLittle warm death with me tonight\n\nIn and out of stages\nLike the phases of the moon\nWe can shine so brightly\nLet the fullness soon come soon come soon\n\nBut now I feel you near me\nSee you much more clearly and\nI can hardly wait to\nFeel you moving through my world oh my world\n Isn't deep without you\n\nOne little warm death?. Come have one [Repeat: x 3]\nLittle warm death with me tonight\nDie in my arms tonight\n\nDon't be afraid [Repeat: x 3]\nOne One little warm death ",2 -443,Aesop_Rock___Food_Clothes_Medicine,anger,"'Food, Clothes, Medicine ""Fuck me!""\n\n[Verse 1]\nTwo shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans\nFood, clothes, medicine\nWheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo\'s ghost predators\nFood, clothes, medicine\nI think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates\nFood, clothes, medicine\nPeace, the whipper-snapper generation greet \'em with a full blown pistol pull\nFood, clothes, medicinal\nVariety, for every plastic orange bottle\nThe tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets\nSuit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths\nFor the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think\nHunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get\nWhen bourgie hopes hellions\nFood, clothes, medicine, alumni\nBum, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar\nLet\'s bet it melts together\nLet\'s get these men some shelter\nThree hots and a cot with Quaaludes\nOn a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff, Staff\nIt\'s a bath house for brave soldiers\nWhen they coordinate to fornicating whores in maid\'s clothing\nSip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box\nFrankie says, ""Relax"", 20 says he snaps, safe wager\nHell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee\nNever returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me\nWalk on glass, cruise cloaked residents\nBang on doors, food, clothes, medicine\nUnited we stand to all our parties click\nI divide and conquer cause frankly I\'d rather sit\nWe saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces\nHatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers\nNow Major Aes route the following order\nTo all his crew\'s chromed generals\nFood, clothes, medicine\n[Hook]\nWalk on glass, bang on doors\nTalk all trash, hang on whores\nWalk on cash, bank on wars\nLike food, clothes, medicine, it\'s yours\nIt\'s yours, it\'s yours, it\'s yours\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe rotate protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence\nFood, clothes, medicine\nMartyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens\nFood, clothes, medicine\nWell y\'at\'s a quick example accept as commitment\'s castle, cool, dope, excellent\nFood, clothes, medicine\nIt\'s tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, coke, heroin\n...\nI\'ll bite the hand that feeds\nChew the steak and spit the knuckles back\nStitch \'em up and give em dap, before his brother\'s rubberneck\nIron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium\nWith chicken and mass serotonin drifting into gravy-dom\nSave me some, scallywags hold your breath\nThe curmudgeon\'s gun dusty like the road to death\nBag a pin stripe my lizard kisser no kill switch\nJust a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip\nI wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era\nCruise through liquid bubble gum, fever, death, and Christmas sweaters\nThrough juice saccharin fast food studied holdin\' cliff\'s notes vendors\nNow holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better\nThese are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts\nBelly ache-killins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate\nPollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards\nIn the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it\nZinger!\nJimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup\nMother\'s watching babies near to preachers keen on fist fucks\nKeep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up!\nFood, clothes, medicine, cause hungry, naked, sick, sucks!\nCollide your worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance\nAnd curb them herbie love bug by the cursive final curtain clamp\nAnother savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth\nI played that who knows, food, clothes, fuck it, I\'m out\n [Hook]Embed', 'default'",3 -8221,Emiliana_Torrini___Thinking_Out_Loud,sad,"""Thinking Out Loud Like the leaves at my feet\nHe's a victim of gravity\nThe unbearable colour of things\nGets him down\nAnd as his raincoat covers me\nWe know it was never raining\n\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI'm sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nThinking out loud\nLike strings in a fan\nHis shoelaces are undone\nThe solitude reflection of his fate\nGets him down\nAnd as his shadow covers me\nI thought he was only sleeping\n\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\n\nHis clothes on the floor\nUnderwear silver lined\nThe smell of lavender and tar\nBrings me down\nAnd if the telephone should ring\nGod knows it could never be him\n\nI'm sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI'm sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI'm sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI'm sorry it was me\nThinking out loud",1 -2591,Beastie_Boys___Crawlspace,happy,"""Crawlspace Oh\nYeah\nHey Yo\nThis is a dedication to all you back stabbing biting MC's\nScratching like you got fleas\nKnow what I'm saying?\nYo. We watchin' you son\nWe up on the roof\nDown in the celler\nAnd up in the crawlspace\nListen fool, I got my eye on you son\nWhat?\n\nThere's a party going on in here for real\nI got more product than Ron Popeil\nSo deal with that, troop; We're troopers\nThe only air time you get is on bloopers\nBeastie Boys in the place, up in the space\nSo renovate or evacuate\nYou better think twice before you start flossin'\nI been in your bathroom often\nTaking punk MC's out I'm all about\nMy to-do list today is turn the party out\nGetting hot in here, no room to breath\nI got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep\nNo I'm not Herman Munster nor Dr. Spock\nI go by the name of the King Adrock\nSo here's a match my ass and your face\nListen when I tell you, dog;\nI'm in your crawl space\n\nYou're in front of my house and you know that's wack\nBite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack\nYou suckers try to front like you've got the force\nBut I'll slay like Vader, sip you for a first course\nDon't even get me started on intercourse..\n*Ahhhh!*\nDon't step into my zone or even periphery\nCan't grab a hold of my style, it's too slippery\nThe way you act a fool, son, you can't erase\nAndyou running on your way like steeple chase\nYou tried to take my title, put it back in place\nBut now you're busted wearing panties and lace\nSteeling my style from my trophy case\nBut my drive's secure like on an army base\nYou're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase\nBut you ain't never gonna catch me;\nI'm in your crawl space\n Schematics, blueprints and microfilm\nCalibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm\nCause you know we're getting scarier and scarier\nAnd this extends beyond the Tri-State Area\nOmnipresent and omnipotent\nMy rhymes are whales and yours are rodents\nThis means huge compared to very small\nYou look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?\nCause these rhymes are two hundred proof\nThey're like anvils lined up on a roof\nWaiting to drop on your corny melon\nCause were not buying what you're selling\nFirst you want to battle then you start to whine\nYou're looking hungry, it must be snack time\nSo run home where you feel safe\nBut don't sleep, Cochese\nI'm in your crawl space ",0 -9642,Fun_Lovin_Criminals___King_Of_New_York,calm,"'King Of New York [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nFrankie was a mook from the block we used to live on\nThe wanna be the gangster\nThe wanna be the dapper Don, Don John\nOn the wall, an\' said\n""I\'m your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul""\nHe\'s losing his grip, like Pesci, he\'d flip\nIf you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip\nHe wasn\'t okie-dokie running around like Don Quixote\nTrying to free a man, he didn\'t even know B\nHe had the roots and he bought the suits\nAnd the boys didn\'t like him to tell you the truth, yeah\nHe had ""J.G."" on his pinky ring\nAnd he lied about doing some time up in Sing Sing\nFlipped one fine Summer afternoon\nHe told his brother Pauli, ""something had to be done soon""\nHe took Pauli and a couple of boys\nAnd decked the Coupe de Ville to Illinois\n[Hook]\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York, the King of New York!\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club\nTwo sticks of dynamite, a .38 Snub\nHe went to see the Don, without an invitation\nAnd stood outside the gate with this three man demonstration\nThey was waving picket signs, and the C.O. saw a nine\nAnd only Pauli got away with the skin on his behind\nBack in the borough, the cops are acting thorough\nThey raided Frankie\'s room\nThat\'s when they saw his bureau echo\nUpon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope\nAbout how he was breaking John out and how he couldn\'t cope\nIt said, ""I don\'t fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York""\nIt said, ""I don\'t fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York""\nIt said, ""I never fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York""\n\n[Hook]\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\n [Instrumental break]\n\n[Hook]\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\n\n[Outro]\nThe King of New York!!\nlooped with scratching till the fade outEmbed', 'default'",2 -5163,Charlotte_Martin___Up_All_Night,happy,"""Up All Night It's 3 AM and I have been in my head for quite some time\nEvery fear, every tear has been swirling in my mind\nAnd there are still a hundred reasons I shouldn't walk away\nDo I love you if I leave you? You have no name\n\nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nI was up all night\nWhen morning comes, I will tell you it's life I have to chase\nBut every song that I sing will be written by your face\nAnd if you're really meant to be then you'll be back again\nAnd I watch as your beginning turns into the end\n\nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nIf it's you or if it's me I save\nI'm still throwing it all away\nI was up all night\n\nWith a kick inside in the dark you hide\nAnd we both know how the end will be\nIn your little tide with your eyes shut wide\nAnd we both know how the end will be\nHow it will be\n\nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nIf it's you or if it's me I save\nI'm still throwing it all away\nI was up all night",0 -7671,Echo__The_Bunnymen___Ocean_Rain,sad,"""Ocean Rain [Verse]\nAll at sea again\nAnd now my hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship's a-sail\nCan you hear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves\n\n[Chorus]\nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts\n[Verse]\nI'm at sea again\nAnd now your hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship's a-sail\nCan you hear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves...\n\n[Chorus]\nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts\n\nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts\n\n[Verse]\nAll at sea again\nAnd now my hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship's a-sail\nHear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath your waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91 [Chorus]\nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts1 ",1 -1035,Amel_Larrieux___try_your_wings,happy,"""Try Your Wings [Verse 1]\nIf you've never been in love\nAnd you're longing for the happiness it brings\nTry your wings\nIf your hungry for the sound\nOf a lover saying sentimental things\nTry your wings\n\n[Bridge]\nEven the tiniest bluebird\nHas to leave its nest to fly\nWhat a bluebird can do\nYou can do too if you try\n[Verse 2]\nIf you've always had a dream\nAnd you've been afraid that it would not come true\nHither to\nFall in love and you will find\nThat it's just what you've been dreaming of\n\n[Outro]\nThe first love never comes twice\nSo take this tender advice\nWhen it comes, try your wings and fly to the one you love\nThe first love never comes twice\nSo take this tender advice\nWhen it comes, try your wings and fly to the one you love",0 -7405,Donell_Jones___Spend_The_Night,happy,"""Spend The Night [Verse 1]\nListen girl, its getting hot in here\nAnd ya making me feel\nLike you wanna do something, oh girl\nWhats on your mind\nI can't take much more of this bumpin and grindin\n\nDon't stop watcha doing to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours\n[Chorus:]\nAll up on me playin it close\nYou can't stop it won't stop rollin?\nShorty what you feelin like\nYou can come and spend the night\n\nAll up on me playin it close\nYou can't stop it won't stop rollin?\nBaby girl if you like\nYou can come and spend the night\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh Girl\nIts on in here, that belivedre got you open up wide\nAnd ohh girl\nSince we locked eyes\nSaid it's so surreal, that we both can not fight it ooh yeah\n\nDon't stop said don't stop watcha doing to me said to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more make me want you more and more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me yeah\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Bridge]\nOh girl, its that time\nFeels good to know your leaving here with me tonight\nCuz your in the mood, so am I\nAnd the sky is not the limit, we gone see how well I give it ooh yeah\n Don't stop watcha doing to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more you make me want you more and more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours to my place or yours baby\n\n[Chorus Till the End] ",0 -3289,Black_Eyed_Peas___Karma,happy,"'Karma [Intro: will.i.am]\nYeah, yeah\nWatch out\n\n[Chorus]\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n[Verse 1: will.i.am]\nI\'m the caboose of the wrong doings you produce\nThe wild tail of the tornado running loose\nYou tie the noose, I kick the chair\nI\'m the cyanide that snatch your life while you gasp for air\nThe echo of the ""Fuck you"" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones\nThe thief that took your son, held by ransom Gimme back my son!\nThe pervert that raped your wife\nThe hand that held the knife that took your life\nYou shot 2Pac and Biggie\nNow I\'m coming after you like V-W-X-Y-Z\nThis is cause and effect, the domino effect\nThe ""What goes up, must come down"" effect\nYou hopin\', though, that you had a hand in doin\' the doin\'\nThe conclusion of the evil that you ended and started pursuing\n\n[Chorus]\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n [Verse 2: apl.de.ap]\nThis is the payback from the past\nYou threw me down like I was just a piece of trash\nYou gave me cash every week just enough to live\nBut didn\'t get what I deserved instead I was deceived\nStill young and didn\'t know about this in the street\nOf the acts, so crass and shady\nDon\'t crush your dreamshow and your whole entity\nSubliminally you\'re on the hire from a slavery\nRemember that ""What goes around, comes around""\nGod is watching you and everything that you do\nDo you remember everything that you did before?\nThe way the bad action opens karmic door\nI\'ma leave it up to God what he got for you\nI\'ma leave it up to Him what he got for me\nAnd he\'s watching you\n\n[Interlude: will.i.am]\nYeah, yeah\nWatch out\n\n[Chorus]\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n[Bridge 1: Taboo]\nYeah, yeah, you can\'t run away No, no, no\nYou know, it\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nAnd don\'t ignore it No, no, no\nYou know why, it\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, you can\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Bridge 2]\n\'Cause one way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\n\n[Interlude: will.i.am]\nYeah, yeah\nNigga\n\n[Chorus]\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nYeah, yeah\nWatch out\n\n[Bridge 1: Taboo]\nCan\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou can\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n\n[Outro]\nYeah, yeah\nGood God\nSucka2Embed', 'default'",0 -7779,Edyta_Gorniak___I_Dont_Know_Whats_On_Your_Mind,calm,"""I Don’t Know What’s On Your Mind I don't know what's on your mind\nBut I know what's in your heart\nThere's a distance in your eyes\nYou're not as strong as you think you are\nEverybody needs somebody\nYou're gonna need somebody too\nI'm right in front of you\n\nYou don't see me - you don't hear me\nYou're giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don't answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you\nI don't know what's on your mind\nBut I know what's in your heart\nWhy you fighting, what you know is right\nBaby come inside my arms\nCos everybody needs somebody\nSoon you're gonna need somebody too\nI'm right in front of you\n\nYou don't see me - you don't hear me\nYou're giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don't answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you\n\nWhy ya holding back - ain't no sense don't make no sense\nBreak down your defences\nWhy ya holding back - ain't no sense don't make no sense\nBreak down your defences\n\nYou don't see me - you don't hear me\nYou're giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don't answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you",2 -430,Aerosmith___Kings_And_Queens,happy,"""Kings and Queens [Verse]\nLong ago in days untold\nWere ruled by Lords of greed\nMaidens fared with gold\nThey dared to bare their wombs that bleed\n\nKings and queens and guillotines\nTaking lives denied\nStarch and parchment laid the laws\nWhen bishops took the ride\nOnly to deceive\nOh I know I lived this life afore\nSomehow know now truths I must be sure\nTossing turning nightmares burning dreams of swords in hand\nSailing ships the Viking spits the blood of father's land\nOnly to deceive\n\nLiving times of knights and mares\nRaising swords for maidens fair\nSneer at death fear only loss of pride\n\nLiving other centuries\nDeja vu or what you please\nFollows true to all who do or die\n\nScreams of no reply they died\nScreams of no reply and died\nLordy lordy and then then they died\nLordy no then they died\n\n[Solo]\n\nLive and do or die\nLong ago were days I told...Lord they died\nKings and queens and guillotines\nLive and no reply they died\nLong ago were days I told\nKings and queens and guillotines",0 -9249,Florence__The_Machine___Hardest_Of_Hearts,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHardest of Hearts [Verse 1]\nThere is love in your body but you can't hold it in\nIt pours from your eyes and spills from your skin\nTenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks\nAnd the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\n[Chorus 1]\nThere is love in your body but you can't get it out\nIt gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth\nSticks to your tongue and it shows on your face\nThat the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut you'll never know what a fool I've been\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut that's no excuse for the state I'm in\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere is love in our bodies and it holds us together\nBut pulls us apart when we're holding each other\nWe all need something to hold in the night\nWe don't care if it hurts when we're holding too tight\n\n[Chorus]\nThere is love in your body but you can't get it out\nIt gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth\nSticks to your tongue and it shows on your face\nThat the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 [Chorus]\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut you'll never know what a fool I've been\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut that's no excuse for the state I'm in\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\n\n[Bridge]\nMy heart swells like the water in waves\nCan't stop myself before it's too late\nHold on to your heart\nBecause I'm coming to take it\nHold on to your heart\nBecause I'm coming to break it\n\n[Outro]\nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on\nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on\nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on \nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on6 ",1 -5604,Coalesce___What_Happens_on_the_Road_Always_Comes_Home,anger,"""What Happens On The Road Always Comes Home We all know why you are still\nHanging on to this\nWe all know why you're hanging on\nEither to run away\nFrom your family\nWe all know why you're hanging on\nOr to be something you\nCan no longer be\nWe all know why you're hanging on\nI think that maybe time\nHas caught up with you\nAnd it's time to get your\nPriorities straight\nAnd to take what you've learned and pass it down\n\nAnd those old men\nThey lied to us\nWhat happens on the road\nAlways comes home\n\nAnd those old men\nThey lied\nWhat happens on the road\nAlways comes home\nAnd if it didn't\nThen there is no point\nOther than narrowly\nAvoiding divorce\nThree or so\nTimes a year\nWith no life lived\nTo show for it\nAnd what's the point?\nWith no life lived\nWith no life lived\nTo show for it\n\nSometimes, I want to live again\nJust like the kids I traveled with\n Oh, so much more to do\nSo much more to see\n\nBut I think maybe time has\nCaught up with me\nYou see, when her eyes light up\nIt all seems trivial\nTo ever leave again\nI will never leave again ",3 -4406,Brother_Ali___Walking_Away,sad,"""Walking Away [Intro]\nGo ahead and wager that you never listen to another song of mine\nI can't say I blame you either\nCause if you made records you ain't gonna catch me listening to that shit\nBut if you do I just want you to know, I didn't make this to hurt you\nGod knows, you done hurt enough\nJust... I don't know, try to make some real shit, you know\n\n[Verse 1]\nBye, you ain't never gonna see me again\nIf I can help it, little fellow take it easy\nFresh out of forced tears, kisses and hugs\nYou about to lose the company your misery loves\nAin't never did nothing but try to kill your disease\nAt least help the symptoms, instead you infected me\nI'm not the kind of man to draw a line in the sand\nIf you gotta draw at all then it's time for you to scram\nP.S., you can keep all this shit\nAnd hang around your broke friends and call yourself rich\nThe struggling I did with you was all for nothin'\nIt was never enough, your heart set on suffering\nI admit that I was weak in the beginnin'\nI wanted someone to need me instead of a friendship\nI didn't think I deserved a true partner\nSo I transferred the arrangement I had with my mama\n[Bridge]\nSince you never listen to a word I ever said\nMaybe seeing this door slam, will get it through your head\nI don't love you, I don't think I ever did\nAnd if you hadn't tried to kill me, I'd stayed for the kid\n\n[Hook] X 2\nThere's nothin'more for us to say\nGot my mind made up, I'm walking away\nSometimes we just outgrow the role that we play\nHope you find a happy ending to you story someday\n\n[Verse 2]\nRound and round and round we used to go\nI never fucked you right or made enough bread, I know\nIf I'm such a bastard, and mistreated you so\nThen how is it you're losing your mind to see me go?\nTruth be told, I held you together\nFor all them years, and I cheated on you never\nDefended your honor, took in your mama\nWhen she tried to rehab and had you back through the drama\nYou got a sick stone under your ribs\nWhere a heart is suppose to live\nSick, twisted and vindictive, with your windows dim\nBaby, you're not wicked hard bull fish, you must shiver\nHow you threaten to kill the most precious\nGift that you'll ever be blessed with?\nUnless you're twisted, demented and depressed and shit\nAnd alone cause you faithfully slayed your friendships\n [Bridge]\n\n[Hook] X 2 ",1 -6024,Crooked_Fingers___New_Drink_For_The_Old_Drunk,sad,"""New Drink for the Old Drunk Would you try--\nCould you buy a new drink for the old drunk\nIt's no crime to resign misery with a bottle\nYou walked into town without making a sound\nAnd you slipped and you slammed your face into the crowd\nAs you tried to forget all the words that were said\nTo deny all the things that you keep in your head\n\nWhen you came you were new but today you're much older\nYou were spent so you went to get used in the corner\nWhere they kicked you around like a rodeo clown\nAnd it echoed through town they were beating you down\nAnd as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt\nAll at once you were cause for a pitiful cure\nHours pass by half forgotten\nNight turns black cause it's rotten\nAnd we slide right to the bottom\nOur tongues made out of cotton\nEyes seal shut in a slumber\nTil we hear someone mumble\nCould you spare from the tumbler\nA new drink for the old drunk\n\nNow you waste all your days in the dark in the corner\nWithout light without grace where you wait for the slaughter\nWhere they spit in your face as the hours grow late\nAnd they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate\nAnd you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate\nAll the doom in this pitiful room you create\n\nHours pass by half forgotten\nNight turns black cause it's rotten\nAnd we slide right to the bottom\nOur tongues made out of cotton\nEyes seal shut in a slumber\nTil we hear someone mumble\nCould you spare from the tumbler\nA new drink for the old drunk",1 -9284,Flunk___Skysong,happy,"""Skysong You\nYou\nYou\n\nYou know that our love affair is a bit like the rainbow\nUnpredictable, still it's one of nature's greatest shows\nSoon come fall, it's the best excuse for doing nothing at all\nThere's people and there's sunshine, it's a perfect day for wasting time\n\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nYou should know the beauty of life, is the beauty of falling in love\nStill sometimes the future seems too hard to swallow\nAnd you know there's an ocean of time, starting tomorrow\nThere's people and there's sunshine, it's a perfect day for wasting time\n\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\n\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\n\nLooking at the sky\nLooking at the sky\n\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars",0 -8182,Emerson_Drive___Fall_Into_Me,happy,"""Fall Into Me [Verse 1:]\nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me\nYou say you've turned it off\nHid your heart up on a shelf\nScared of what it might cost\nTo take it down for someone else\nCause loving him you lost\nToo much of yourself\nBaby can't you see\nThat he's\nNot me\n[Chorus:]\nAnd I need you\nTo know you can\nFall into me\nThat my arms\nAre wide open and\nWill always be\nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me\n\n[Verse 2:]\nI'll follow any road\nAnywhere to get to you\nI'll open up my soul\nIf that's what you need me to do\nNow baby it's your move\nAll you got to do is believe\nIn love\nJust believe\nIn us\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge:]\nJust believe in love\nJust believe in us\n [Chorus:]\nBaby I need you\nTo know you can\nFall into me\nThat my arms\nAre wide open and\nWill always be\nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me\nCome and\nFall into me[x3] ",0 -2025,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Speed,sad,"""Speed [Verse 1A: Carl Crack]\nNews, drug abuse to the future and the hypocrites cry:\nWho dies next?\nAnd I tell you a story from the underground; nothing funny about\nGet down to get hyped\nKill me and no one's gonna miss me\nFeel the heat of the highway\nTo the car to the key of reality, forward\n\n[Verse 1AB: Hanin Elias & Carl Crack]\nMore and more and more and there's no way back\nBored I am, yes I can\nYou may not count in the new world order!\nAnd now it's time to die 'cause I can see the sun\nThe end is near I'm feeling high\nHow fast can I run?\n[Pre-Chorus: Carl Crack]\nRisin', risin' to the top\nThe pills are ready to be dropped\nOne, two, three and four\nGot the joker, shoot the score\n\n[Chorus: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed!\n\n[Break: Carl Crack]\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\n\n[Verse 2A: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nTomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow\nThere is no future in the western dreamin'\nWe feel it, we must beat 'em\nIt's too late to create a new world\nAlternative living it must be given a chance\nWater the problem's solution\nNo solution if you can't use it\n [Verse 2B: Hanin Elias]\nAnd then I heard the siren of the police\nMy blood went up to 90 degrees\nYou can't see white cats in the snow\nOh human being, how low can you go?\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Carl Crack]\nRisin', risin' to the top\nThe pills are ready to be dropped\nOne, two, three and four\nGot the joker, shoot the score\n\n[Chorus: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn't believe it!\nSpeed!\n\n[Break: Carl Crack]\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\n[Outro: Carl Crack]\nSpeed! ",1 -2320,Babyshambles___There_She_Goes,sad,"""There She Goes I, I do declare\nI was surprised to see you stayed\nOnly to be betrayed\nBy the one you gave all your love and trust to\n\nAnd tell me how could I let go\nSince I caught a glimpse of your immense soul\nYou were dancing to northern soul\nJust one glance, ah when you know..\n\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nOn the dirty road to fame\nDirty road to fame, my love, now oh\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nYou're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again\nMy love, now oh\nI was to implore\nThat you forget all you saw\nWhen you came through my door\nAnd from your bag you pulled out more skag than I´d ever seen\nNo! How could I let go?\nSince I caught a glimpse of your white Plimsoles\nTwisting and turning to northern soul\nJust one glance, ah well you know\nEverybody knows\n\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nOn the dirty road to fame\nDirty road to fame, my love, now oh\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nYou walk the plank again, walk the plank again\nMy love, now oh\nThere she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goes",1 -34,10cc___Tokyo,sad,"""Tokyo [Verse 1]\nTransistorised and anodised\nChrome plated, squeaky clean\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're trembling, you're choking\nBut you're magical to me\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\n[Verse 3]\nKimonos and Geisha girls\nFrom grade one down to three\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\n\n[Bridge]\nLand of the rising sun\nYou have taken my heart away\nWith your beauty you nearly blinded me\nIn your beauty I want to stay\nI bow to you with my heart\nI think of you every day\nWhen I dream you are there beside me\nBut when I waken you're far away\n\n[Verse 4]\nPerfection in miniature\nWith tiny hands, smiling eyes\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\nTokyo",1 -328,Acid_Bath___Bleed_Me_an_Ocean,sad,"""Bleed Me an Ocean [Intro]\nLet the blackness roll on\n\n[Verse 1]\nMother's cool reptilian womb\nAin't so cold tonight\nMy fingers trace the exit wounds\nBy graveyard light\nThere's bone dust in my throat and everything is DEAD\nBut it's all right\n[Refrain]\nTake it easy\nYou bleed so easy\n\n[Bridge]\nBleed me an ocean\nBleed me an ocean tonight\nBy electric graveyard light\nBleed me an ocean\nLet me lie beneath the sky\nTeach me how to die\nBleed me an ocean\nAs the blossom eats the butterfly\nCan you feel the cold death\nThat rides along your spine\n\n[Chorus]\nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on\n\n[Verse 2]\nI was sexless in clouds again\nI was chasing a cold, cold wind\nI've become bored with flesh and bone again\nThe deepest alone\nI was riding the turbulence\nAn ocean of Hades\nIt's all downhill from here\nOn the outer nowhere\n [Chorus]\nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on\n\n[Verse 3]\nI was stoned to the drone\nOf the blackness that hums\nI've become bored with flesh and bone again\nThe endless hum of the highway drone\nI was riding the turbulence\nAn ocean of Hades\nThe taste of dead sex on my tongue\nOn my tongue, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\n\n[Bridge 2]\nJust like a rain drop\nI was born, baby, to fall\nAnd scale these prison walls\n[Bridge 3]\nIt was over before you were born\nSucked into the vacuum of this universal tomb\nIt was over before you were born\nSucked into the vacuum of this universal tomb\n\n[Verse 4]\nOld blossom dies\nLike a young man breathes\nThe insects hum with their hunger and grieve\nAn icon of pale bone\nStatic white dream\nBlind in the wilderness\nEverybody scream\nI couldn't find my way\nOut the door\nWe all died\nWoke up on the floor\n\n[Outro]\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream1 ",1 -7538,Dredg___Eighteen_People_Live_In_Harmony,sad,"""Eighteen people live in harmony The opera is over\nSingers have all gone home\nSeats are all empty\nThe kitchen is closed\n\nThe sidewalks are sprayed down\nThe blinds are pulled down\nFoundations unstable\nThe wrecking ball is back\nQuiet business vacancy\nQuiet business vacancy\nRents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down\n\nThe symphony's concluded\nThe instruments are all cased up\nThe notes are silent\nMusic's still apparent\n\nRents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down\nSpirits are jaded\n\nArt is trying\nIs art dead\nArt is dying\nIs it dead\nBelieve it\nWe need it\nTo move on\n\nA one track mind in a one way time\nLet's go ahead and gentrify\nWe let art die with robot minds\nThey steal the brush and paint boundary lines\nA stale kind of people we'll find\nWalking in single file line\nI think it's time to finally rewind\nLet's go ahead, we might as well\n Rents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down\nSpirits are jaded ",1 -3050,Bikini_Kill___Sugar,anger,"""Sugar [Verse 1]\nOh baby, I want you, you're so fucking big\nYou're so big and hard, you've got such a big cock\nPush it in deeper now, oh, deeper, harder\nI'm almost cummin', I'm almost cummin'\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh, woah, woah, woah\nSugar\nI can almost reach mine now, mine now\nSugar\n[Verse 2]\nI'm a self-fulfilling porno queen, yeah\nI mimic out your every fucking fantasy, yeah, yeah\nAnd now, and now\n\n[Chorus]\nIn my head\nI'm on my knees, oh baby\nWhy can't I ever get\nMy sugar?\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat are you afraid of?\nWho are you afraid of?\nWhat are you afraid of?\nWho are you afraid of?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, woah, woah, woah, woah\nSugar\nI won't play girl to your boy no more\nSugar\nI want mine right here right now, baby\nSugar\nI can almost reach it now, now, now\nSugarSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 1 ",3 -7106,Diana_Ross___Do_You_Know_Where_Youre_Going_To,happy,"""Do You Know Where Youre Going To Do you know where you're goin' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin' you\nWhere are you goin' to? Do you know?\nDo you get what you're hopin' for\nWhen you look behind you, there's no open doors\nWhat are you hopin' for? Do you know?\nOnce we were standin' still in time\nChasing the fantasies that filled our minds\nYou knew how I loved you but my spirit was free\nLaughin' at the questions that you once asked of me\nDo you know where you're goin' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin' you\nWhere are you goin' to? Do you know?\nNow looking back at all we've planned\nWe let so many dreams just slip through our hands\nWhy must we wait so long before we see\nHow sad the answers to those questions can be\nDo you know where you're goin' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin' you\nWhere are you goin' to? Do you know?\nDo you get what you're hopin' for\nWhen you look behind you, there's no open doors\nWhat are you hopin' for? Do you know?",0 -3875,Bon_Jovi___Just_Older,happy,"""Just Older [Verse 1]\nHey, man, it's been a while\nDo you remember me?\nWhen I hit the streets I was 17\nA little wild, a little green\nI've been up and down and in between\nAfter all these years and miles of memories\nI'm still chasing dreams\nBut I ain't looking over my shoulder\n\n[Chorus]\nI like the bed I'm sleeping in\nIt's just like me, it's broken in\nIt's not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I'm in it's alright with me\nIt's not old, just older\n[Verse 2]\nIt's good to see your face\nYou ain't no worse for wear\nBreathing that California air\nWhen we took on the world\nWe were young and brave\nWe got secrets that we'll take to the grave\nAnd we're standing here shoulder to shoulder\n\n[Chorus]\nI like the bed I'm sleeping in\nIt's just like me, it's broken in\nIt's not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I'm in it's alright with me\nIt's not old, just older\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm not old enough to sing the blues\nBut I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes\nYou can roll the dice 'til they call your bluff\nBut you can't win until you're not afraid to lose\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, I look in the mirror\nI don't hate what I see\nThere's a few more lines staring back at me\nNow the nights has grown a little colder\nHey man, I gotta run\nNow you take care\nIf you see coach T. Tell him I've cut my hair\nI've kept my faith\nI still believe I'm just\nHa\n [Chorus]\nI like the bed I'm sleeping in\nIt's just like me, it's broken in\nIt's not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I'm in it's alright with me\nIt's not old, just older ",0 -5249,Chicane___Come_Tomorrow,sad,"""Come Tomorrow If I talked to God he'd tell me why\nThere's something going on\nDark people walking by\nThis morning is the day after the next\nEscape my only dream\n'Cause I'm the only one again\nMy life is better spent inside your world\nButterfly that sings\nCauses me to fall once more\nTomorrow you are only half a friend\nMachines control your mind\nThe neon strips above my head\nCome tomorrow\nCome tomorrow\nThere's never been an answer\nThere's always someone else to follow\nAnd you are coming down\nAnd you are coming down\nGiving me the reason for your lies\n\nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon't know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town\n\nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon't know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town\n\nWhen I think of God he knows my mind\nI'm wondering what's wrong\nWhat will the devil find?\nToday it seems the night has come too soon\nMesmerizing dreams\nA vision of the hells again\nNow my life is better lived insane\nWith buttercups that cry and animals that talk to me\nTomorrow you will find there's no way out\nYou've nowhere left to turn\nThere's no place left to hide from him\n Come tomorrow\nCome tomorrow\nThere's never been an answer\nThere's always someone else to follow\nAnd you are coming down\nAnd you are coming down\nGiving me the reason for your lies\n\nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon't know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town\n\nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon't know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town\n\nIn a city made of sand\nWe found our way out\nBut without a helping hand\nWe're free...\n\nTurn me inside out\nDon't know what you dream about\nTake me upside down\nTake me, take me\nAnd you turn me inside out\nDon't know what you dream about now\nYou take me upside down\nYou take me take me ",1 -9497,Franz_Ferdinand___Do_You_Want_To,happy,"'Do You Want To [Intro]\nOh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m\nGoing to make somebody love me\nI’m going to make somebody love me\nAnd now I know, now I know, now I know\nI know that it’s you\nYou’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky\n\n[Refrain]\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do\n[Chorus]\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nWhere I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nOf what I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, he’s a friend and he’s so proud of you\nHe’s a friend and I knew him before you, oh yeah\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nWell, he’s a friend and we’re so proud of you\nYour famous friend, well, I blew him before you, oh yeah\n\n[Refrain]\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nWhere I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\n [Verse 2]\nWell, here we are at the Transmission party\nI love your friends, they’re all so arty, oh yeah\n\n[Refrain]\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m\nGonna make somebody love me\nI’m gonna make somebody love me\nAnd now I know, now I know, now I know\nI know that it’s you\nYou’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky\n\n[Refrain]\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nOf what I’d never let you before?\n[Outro]\nOh, lucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nOh lucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky, yeah!1Embed', 'default'",0 -6328,Dan_Le_Sac_vs_Scroobius_Pip___Letter_From_God_To_Man,sad,"'Letter from God to Man This is a letter from God to Man\n\nHey there, how-how\'s it going?\nLong time, no see\nI know I haven\'t been around much lately\nBut it didn\'t seem like you wanted me to be\nThe last time I sent down a message\nYou nailed it to the cross\nSo I figured I\'d just leave you to it\nLet you be your own boss\nBut I\'ve been keeping an eye on you, I have\nAnd it\'s amazing how you\'ve grown\nAll your technological advances\nAnd the problems you\'ve overthrown\nAnd all the beautiful art you\'ve created\nWith such grace and such finesse\nBut I admit there are a few things I\'m afraid\nHave impressed me less\nSo I\'m writing to apologize\nFor all the horrors committed in my name\nAlthough it was never what I intended\nI feel I should take my share of the blame\nAll the good I tried to do was corrupted\nWhen organized religion got into full swing\nWhat I thought were quite clear messages\nWere taken to unusual extremes\nMy teachings taken out of context\nTo meet the agendas of others\nInterpretations taken too many different ways\nAnd hidden meanings discovered\n\nReligion became a tool\nFor the weak to control the strong\nWith all these new morals and ethics\nSurvival of the fittest was gone\nNo longer could the biggest man\nSimply take whatever he needed\nCause damnation was the price\nIf certain rules were not heeded\n Some of the deeds committed in my name\nJust made me wonder where I went wrong\nBack at the start when I created this\nThe foundation seemed so strong\nSee, all the elements were already here\nLong before I began\nI just kind of put it all together\nI didn\'t really think out a long-term plan\n\nI made the sun an appropriate distance\nAnd laid the stars across the sky\nSo you could navigate the globe\nOr simply watch a sun rise\nI covered the earth with plants and fruits\nSome for sustenance and some for beauty\nI made the sun shine and the clouds rain\nSo their maintenance wasn\'t your duty\n\nI tried to give each creature its own attributes\nWithout making them enveloped\nI gave you all you all your own space to grow\nAnd, in your own way, space to develop\nI didn\'t know such development\nWould cause rifts and jealousy\nCause you to war against each other\nAnd leave marks on this planet indelibly\nYou see, I wasn\'t really the creator\nI was more the curator of nature\nAnd I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now:\nI don\'t hate ya\nI was a simple being\nThat happened to be the first to yield such powers\nI just laid the ground\nIt was you that built the towers\n\nIt was you that invented bombs\nAnd the fear that comes with them\nAnd it was you that invented money\nAnd the corrupt economic systems\nYou invented terms like ""just war""\nAnd terms like ""friendly fire""\nAnd it was you that didn\'t know when to stop digging deeper\nWhen to stop building higher\n\nIt was you that exhausted the resources\nI carefully laid out on this earth\nAnd it was you that even saw these problems coming\nBut accredited them little worth\nIt was you that used my teachings\nFor your own personal gain\nAnd it was You that committed such tragedies\nEven if they were in my name\n\nSo I apologize for any mistakes I made\nAnd when my words were misconstrued\nBut this apology\'s to Mother Nature\nCause I created you\nEverything is broken\nEveryone is\nEverything\nEveryone1Embed', 'default'",1 -7118,Diary_of_Dreams___Dead_Letter,sad,"'Dead Letter ""I have no words that I could say to you to make you understand\nEverything is lost\nEverything is mine now\nAll the beauty, gone\n- All the faith...\n\nIt\'s watching over you, my friend\nAnd you, you fear nothing\nMore than\nMe...""\nMy eyes filled with water that no one can drink\nDespair made of laughter on my knees I sink\nI hold in my hands what my life has forsaken\nI keep in my heart what\'s already been taken\n\nBeneath my subconscience a lake of my sorrows\nI live for today and I fear my tomorrow\nBlood flows down in rivers for 23 years\nThe wind in my face can\'t dry all my tears\n\nCome with me\nYou have nothing to lose\nSo calm down here\nI\'ll sleep for a while\n\nDeclare us the war, we have all been forgiven\nBe thankful my friend, for all you\'ve been given\nDay in and day out they will feed you with poison\nOne day you wake up and give way to their thoughts\n\nThis is the violence I brought here to you\nThis is the life that I sacrificed\nThis is the morning without a day after\nThis is the silence that never breaks...\nThrough to you\n ""I know one thing for sure:\nI have doubts about life\nBut none about death\n\nI have hopes about death\nBut none about life.""Embed', 'default'",1 -7708,Ed_Harcourt___Good_Friends_Are_Hard_To_Find,sad,"""Good Friends Are Hard to Find I wish you the most success\nMore than I could ever have\nI wish you the most happiness\nAnd good friends are hard to find\nDon't make the mistakes I've made\nAnd if you do don't be afraid\nThe greatest lie that there is\nIs to believe what they all say\n\nSocial loners and deadbeat hacks\nI open my arms for you\nCynical romantics want their money back\nAnd you know much more\nThan I ever knew\nEven though I pretended to\nChurchgoers wait for the bells to chime\nAnd I'm in a non-defeatist state of mind\nI know you'll shine in the limelight\nGod knows you've done it before\nAll the girls who dig all your mental scars\nAnd the boys who pat you on the back\nYou and I may take a different path\nBut I'll still be cheering you on\n\nYou know much more\nThan I ever knew\nEven though I pretended to\n\nI wish you the most success\nMore than I could ever have\nI wish you the most happiness\nAnd good friends are hard to find\nGood friends are hard to find",1 -4134,Brandy___Focus,calm,"""Focus [Verse 1]\nShould anybody ask for me\nTell 'em I'll be right back\nIn a real short time\nIt's just that I lost my mind\nI gotta find it\nOnce I hop on my train of thought\nI'll get back here, pronto\nTo collect myself\nThere's really nothing you can do to help\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvery time I see you\nI'm reminded of every time we did it Yeah, yeah\nAll those other women Yeah, yeah\nEvery time you lied to me\nSaid you only had eyes for me Eyes for me\nI don't wanna...\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave Yes it is\nEvery time you come runnin' into me You come runnin', runnin'\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\nDon't wanna lose my focus\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut it's too late now\n'Cause I'm reminded\nI wanna put it behind\nBut I'm behind it\nLord knows I'm tired\nAs much as I'd love to join you\nOn planet Earth right now\nI know that I'm too hurt\nRight now to be civilized\nSo I'ma need this time alone\n'Cause it won't be long\n [Pre-Chorus]\nEvery time I see you\nI'm reminded of every time we did it\nAll those other women\nEvery time you lied to me\nSaid you only had eyes for me\nI don't wanna...\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me Doesn't even matter\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin' into me hey baby\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, I'll be back\nLost my way\nGot off track\nPlease try to understand\nI used to love you, man\nOh, I'll be back\nLost my way\nGot off track\nPlease try to understand\nI used to love you, man\n[Chorus]\nI can't lose it Don't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave No\nEvery time you come runnin' into me You come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be Oh\nShouldn't even matter to me Shouldn't even matter\nDon't wanna lose my focus Bound to leave\nBut it's bound to leave Yeah\nEvery time you come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\n\n[Outro]\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\nDon't wanna lose my focus\nBut it's bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn't even matter to me\nDon't wanna lose my focus ",2 -3669,Blue_Rodeo___Stuck_On_You,sad,"""Stuck on You [Verse 1]\nI don't know much about love\nHow it cures and frees the soul\nMakes you whole and all that other stuff\nBut I was kissed by lady luck\nAnd I know that I'm stuck on you\nYes, I know that I'm stuck on you\n\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes it gets so very hard\nIt's like we're trying to tear each other apart\nWith every scar, a deeper love revealed\nNow there's nothing left to conceal\nNo, there's nothing left to conceal\n[Verse 3]\nWith every turn, it's like we hit a wall\nDo you see it the same way\nAnd I don't want to complicate it\nBut I hate this place\nAnd there's only so much that I can take\nBefore this glass heart breaks\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd I know I've got to let you go\nYou were gone so long\nAnd I didn't even know\nIt's just that I love you so\nAnd I know that I'm stuck on you\nYes, I know that I'm stuck on you",1 -1267,Andrew_WK___Ready_To_Die,happy,"""Ready to Die [Verse 1]\nThis is your time to pay\nThis is your judgment day\nWe made a sacrifice\nAnd now we get to take your life\nWe shoot without a gun\nWe'll take on anyone\nIt's really nothing new\nIt's just a thing we like to do\n\n[Chorus]\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to kill get ready to kill\nYou better get ready to run, 'cause here we come\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\n[Verse 2]\nYour life is over now\nYour life is running out\nWhen your time is at an end\nThen it's time to kill again\nWe cut without a knife\nWe live in black and white\nYou're just a parasite\nNow close your eyes and say goodnight\n\n[Chorus]\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to kill get ready to kill\nYou better get ready to run, 'cause here we come\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\n\n[Outro]\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die\nBeen a long time coming\nNow you better get running\nAnd you better get ready to die 4 ",0 -3830,Bobby_Vinton___My_Love_Roses_Are_Red_My_Love,happy,"'Roses Are Red My Love [Intro]\nRoses are red, my love\nDu-du-du-du\n\n[Verse 1]\nA long, long time ago\nOn graduation day\nYou handed me your book\nI signed this way\n\n[Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\n[Verse 2]\nWe dated through high school\nAnd when the big day came\nI wrote into your book\nNext to my name\n\n[Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\n\n[Verse 3]\nThen I went far away\nAnd you found someone new\nI read your letter dear\nAnd I wrote back to you\n\n[Refrain]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nGood luck may God bless you\n\n[Verse 4]\nIs that your little girl?\nShe looks a lot like you\nSomeday some boy will write\nIn her book, too\n [Chorus]\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you1Embed', 'default'",0 -4225,Brett_Dennen___Aint_Gonna_Lose_You,happy,"""Ain’t Gonna Lose You [Verse 1]\nYou can put a stick in my spokes\nI can be the butt of your jokes\nI can be the laughing stock, I can be the hoax\nBut I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey can come and tear my house down\nThey can run me out of town\nThey can tie me up, call me a clown\nBut I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose you\n[Chorus]\nI can't stand\nThe thought of another man\nNo, I ain't gonna lose you\n\n[Verse 3]\nThey can make me turn my back on my friends\nAnd send me away to San Quentin\nPut me in the hole, a thousand times again\nOh, I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose you\n\n[Verse 4]\nThrow me in a hurricane\nTell the whole world I've gone insane\nRun an electric shock to my brain\nBut I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose you\n\n[Chorus]\nI can't stand\nThe thought of another man\nNo, I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose-\nAin't gonna lose\nAin't gonna lose\nAin't gonna lose\nAin't gonna lose\n [Outro]\nAnd I'll sing it from my roof top\nI'll sing it from the bus stop\nI'll sing it on the street drunk to a cop\nOh, I ain't gonna lose you\nNo, I ain't gonna lose\nAin't gonna lose you\nAin't gonna lose you\nAin't gonna lose\nAin't gonna lose you\nGonna lose ",0 -864,Alison_Moyet___All_Cried_Out,sad,"""All Cried Out Around around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\n\nYou took your time to come back this time\nThe grass has grown under your feet\nIn your absence I changed my mind\nAnd someone else is sitting in your seat\n\nI know that I said there'd be no one else\nI know that I said I'd be true\nBut baby, I've burned out cupid's arrow\nAnd here's the short and the narrow\nI've nothing left to offer you\nI'm all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving me around\n\nSo don't look surprised\nThere was no disguise\nYou knew where I stood from the start\nSo stop\nLook around you\nYou're right back where I found you\nTake back your cold and empty heart\n\nAll cried out\nI'm all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nI'm all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out\nI'm all cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving me around\n Around around around around around\nAround around around around around\n\nYou go your way\nYou go your way\nI'll go mine\nI'll go mine\nI won't stay around here\nI won't stay around here\nDon't you waste my time\nWaste my time\n\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nI'm all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out\nI'm all cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving me around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\n\nYou go your way\nI'll go mine\nI won't stay around here\nDon't you waste my time\n\nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAround around around around around\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAround around around around around\nAll cried out\nIt's hard to give you something\nWhen you're pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out ",1 -138,AHa___Cosy_Prisons,sad,"""Cosy Prisons Take a moment if you dare, catch yourself a breath of air\nThere's another life out there and you should try it\nDead ends hide on every street, look before you place your feet\nCracks and fissures keep the beat and you're inside it\n\nEvery thought you never dared to think\nEvery mood you always knew would sink\nEvery line you spoke out loud in a jest\nAll the time you took to be your best is soon forgotten\n\nThe sun must never touch your skin, it could expose the dark within\nYou're paranoid about the paranoia\nAnd panic hits without a sign, you worry about it all the time\nEvery perfect moment is a hidden warning\nCause everything makes your pretty head spin\nNagging thoughts are starting to sink in\nWith everything this way it's better to forget\nThan end up in a place with something to regret\n\nYour transatlantic shopping spree, your health forever guarantees\nOrganic bio life's a breeze in cozy prisons\nBut hiding out in a salad bar isn't going to get you far\nAnd bottled wine is vinegar tomorrow\n\nAnd everything around it makes your pretty head spin\nIt's piling up high and you're back where you begin\nMoments you tried so hard to forget\nAre promising to have been the best one's yet\nYeah, every time you shut your eyes it appears\nEvery time you trace your steps back here\nNone of your convictions have the same old ring\nBut no doubt you found a place for everything cozy prisons\n\nSo if you're careful you won't get hurt\nBut if your careful all the time then what's it worth?",1 -8455,Erasure___Video_Killed_The_Radio_Star,happy,"""Video Killed the Radio Star I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two\nLying awake intent at tuning in on you\nIf I was young it didn't stop you coming through\nOh-a oh\n\nThey took the credit for your second symphony\nRewritten by machine and new technology\nAnd now I understand the problems you can see\nOh-a oh\n\nI met your children\nOh-a oh\nWhat did you tell them?\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nPictures came and broke your heart\nOh-a-a-a oh\n\nAnd now we meet in an abandoned studio\nWe hear the playback and it seems so long ago\nAnd you remember the jingles used to go\nOh-a oh\n\nYou were the first one\nOh-a oh\n\nYou were the last one\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nIn my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far\nOh-a-aho oh\nOh-a-aho oh\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nIn my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far\nPictures came and broke your heart, look I'll play my VCR\n You are a radio star\nYou are a radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nVideo killed the radio star. You are a radio star. ",0 -4473,Bryan_Adams___How_Do_Ya_Feel_Tonight,happy,"""How Do Ya Feel Tonight? Is there anybody out there?\nAnyone that's loved in vain\nAnyone that feels the same\nIs there anybody waiting?\nWaiting for a chance to win\nTo give it up and start again\n\nWe all need something new\nSomething that is true\nAnd someone else to feel it too\nI feel so high - no one else would know it\nI don't know why I feel the way I do\nI can't let got - and I'm not scared to show it\nCuz being here feels right\nTell me - how do you feel tonight?\n\nIs there anybody out there?\nAnyone that can't explain\nAnyone that feels no pian\n\nIs there anybody dreaming\nDreaming of a better day\nWehn everything goes your way\n\nWe all need something new\nSometing that is true\nAnd someone else to feel it too\nSomeone just like youSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0 -8550,Estatic_Fear___Ode_To_Solitude,sad,"""Ode To Solitude Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky\nFog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night\n\nThe shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice\n\nAs the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute\n\nExposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys\n\nAs the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice\nFreed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return\n\nBurdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night\n\nPassed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight\n\nAll the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived\n\nSo let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days\n\nAnd bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace\n\nThe night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence\nFor not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude\n\nWandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky\nFog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night\n\nThe shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice\n\nAs the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute\n\nExposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys\n\nAs the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice\n Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return\n\nBurdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night\n\nPassed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight\n\nAll the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived\n\nSo let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days\n\nAnd bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace\n\nThe night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence\nFor not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude\n\nGood bye ",1 -2594,Beastie_Boys___Sabotage,happy,"""Sabotage [Verse 1]\nI can't stand it, I know you planned it\nI'ma set it straight, this Watergate\nI can't stand rockin' when I'm in here\n'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear\nSo while you sit back and wonder why\nI got this fuckin' thorn in my side\nOh my god, it's a mirage\nI'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothin'\nYou'll shut me down with a push of your button\nBut, yo, I'm out, and I'm gone\nI'll tell you now, I keep it on and on\n[Verse 3]\n'Cause what you see, you might not get\nAnd we can bet, so don't you get souped yet\nScheming on a thing, that's a mirage\nI'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy?\nOur backs are now against the wall\n\n[Chorus]\nListen, all y'all, it's a sabotage\nListen, all y'all, it's a sabotage\nListen, all y'all, it's a sabotage\nListen, all y'all, it's a sabotage\n\n[Verse 4]\nI can't stand it, I know you planned it\nI'ma set it straight, this Watergate\nBut I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place\nBecause I feel disgrace because you're all in my face\nBut make no mistakes and switch up my channel\nI'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle\nWhat could it be – it's a mirage\nYou're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage 29 ",0 -3759,Bob_Dylan___Jokerman,happy,"""Jokerman [Verse 1]\nStanding on the waters casting your bread\nWhile the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing\nDistant ships sailing into the mist\nYou were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing\nFreedom just around the corner for you\nBut with the truth so far off, what good will it do?\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n[Verse 2]\nSo swiftly the sun sets in the sky\nYou rise up and say goodbye to no one\nFools rush in where angels fear to tread\nBoth of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one\nShedding off one more layer of skin\nKeeping one step ahead of the persecutor within\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds\nManipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister\nYou're going to Sodom and Gomorrah\nBut what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister\nFriend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame\nYou look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n [Verse 4]\nWell, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy\nThe law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers\nIn the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed\nMichelangelo indeed could've carved out your features\nResting in the fields, far from the turbulent space\nHalf asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame\nPreacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain\nNightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks\nMolotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain\nFalse-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin\nOnly a matter of time till night comes stepping in\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n[Verse 6]\nIt's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey\nA woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet\nHe'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat\nTake the motherless children off the street\nAnd place them at the feet of a harlot\nOh, Jokerman, you know what he wants\nOh, Jokerman, you don't show any response\n\n[Chorus]\nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman5 ",0 -9299,Flyleaf___Fully_Alive,anger,"""Fully Alive [Verse 1]\nTelling Layla's story spoken\n'Bout how all her bones are broken\nHammers fall on all the pieces\nTwo months in the cover creases\n\n[Chorus]\nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures\n[Verse 2]\nAll my complaints shrink to nothing\nI'm ashamed of all my somethings\nShe's glad for one day of comfort\nOnly because she has suffered\n\n[Chorus]\nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures\n\n[Chorus]\nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures\nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures 7 ",3 -9202,Fleet_Foxes___Silver_Dagger,sad,"'Silver Dagger [Chorus]\nDon\'t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother\nShe\'s sleeping here, right by my side\nAnd in her right hand, a silver dagger\nShe says that I can\'t be your bride\n\n[Verse 1]\n""All men are false,"" said my mother\n""They’ll tell you wicked, loving lies\nAnd the very next evening, they\'ll court another\nLeave you alone to pine and sigh""\n[Verse 2]\nMy daddy, he\'s a handsome devil\nHe\'s got a chain five miles long\nAnd on every link, a heart does dangle\nOf another maid he\'s loved and wronged\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo court another tender maiden\nAnd hope that she will be your wife\nFor I have been warned and I\'ve decided\nTo sleep alone all of my life 1Embed', 'default'",1 -3626,Blue_Man_Group___Time_To_Start,sad,"""Time To Start It's time to start\nRock concert movement number one\nThe basic head bob\nReady go\n\nRock concert movement number two\nThe one armed fist pump\nReady go\n\nIn a moment it will be time to execute\nRock concert movement number three\nThe up and down jumping motion\nHere are your instructions\nStep one: Bend your knees and then jump into the air\nStep two: Let gravity bring you back down\nAnd upon landing rock your head foreward\nStep three: Repeat\nReady go\n\nIt's time to start\nRock concert movement number four\nThe behind the head leg stretch\nReady go",1 -5852,Corpus_Delicti___Lorelei,sad,"""Lorelei From the top of her eyes\nThere's a sign she can deny\nAnother state of mind\nShe crosses the line\nShe crosses the line\nTripping down the cries\nShe leaves the ground, breaks through the tide and now\nShe floats and floats and floats on time\nShe gives up what she always finds\nShe's flying\nFrom the top of her eyes\nThere's a crime she can rely on\nAnother light that shines\nShe crosses the line\nShe crosses the line\nMoving down the screams\nShe takes wing from the noise she fells inside\nShe stirs and stirs, stirs out of time\nShe's a bird of another kind\nShe's flying\nFrom the top of her eyes\nThere's a sign she can't deny\nThe death of another light\nShe has crossed the line\nShe has crossed the line\nCrushing from the high\nShe's lost her wings, she's unable to fly\nShe falls and falls on the fields and now\nShe's a bird in a desperate sky\nShe's dying\nLorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei\nA drift across the hell\nA drift across the hell and skies\nShe fell and died\nGasping for a hand she'll never find\nShe'll never find",1 -5926,Cradle_Of_Filth___Saffrons_Curse,anger,"""Saffron’s Curse Through arcades where shimmering snowfall\nLay in state with the sad and damned\nA rent lament barely flung above a whisper\nDrew me like a ghost to the haunts of Man\n\nI found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor\nA kindred spirit in a graveyard\nBeneath the stature of a colder saviour\nMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques\nAnd through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast\nLike a come dream true under etched glass spent\nMaking love to the beautiful dead\nShe has sinned and severed Heaven\nAnd in it's vulgar sight\nTwo figures writhe, but one silhouette\nExtends it's fingers to the light\n\nGothic towers tottered on my heels\nAs I fled asylum grounds\nCommitting hard crimes to soft cells\nWhere now another's screams resound\n\nFrom the gaspings in her passing\nSix feet under or beneath frayed gown\nWhen Her hands pointed to midnight\nIn a white stained chamber bound\n\nI swept her from the abyss of another dementia\nFreeing her soul from the fetters of fate\nTo take the reins of pleasure\nNow nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure\nAt the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs\nBallrooms filled with black cat's scratch\nOut of spite and playful eyes\n\nPricked as a Witch her stitches itch\nFor familiar lips to lick them dry\nWhilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks\nThe sun forsakes the rite to rise\nAnd is the first to discern, that this Angel's return\nIs a vengefull call on grace\nFor even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts\nA leap of twisted fate betrayed\n The scars will last until the stars\nCaught in her train bewitched\nFall into line and yeild the sign\nThat dawn in born to their eclipse\n\nFor our inhumankind\nComes an underdog day sunrise\nRippling with fire like femalediction\n\nWind amidst the flame\nI gazed out\nTapped into the fog and shared her pain\nWhen in her mind she sought his leave\nAnd begged forgiveness\n\nI splintered her coffin and lay on the floor\nOf a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore\nWhat treachery this that she breathed no more?\nChrist you bastard\n\nI wished her back but the dead adored her\nEven wild winds sang in chora for her\nSaffron from my heart, from the start I swore\nWe'd be together more\n\nCreation froze with the triumph of Death\nBut still she stirred and awoke bereft\nOf concern save for the aeons left\nTo lead the darkness\nShe schemes of growing power\nAnd the lengths sucked hard to get it\nI dream of being God but ever living to regret it\nOur fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for\nThe Devil on her knees\n\nTo grant her lows a remedy\nAnd mine desire's wish\nTo taste thereof of Heaven's scent\nAs sick and twisted as it is\nFor her corset laced with arsenic\nHides snake curves within her midst\nWhilst her halo of white lies supplies\nHer temple to what God forbids1 ",3 -4502,Bryan_Ferry___Positively_4th_Street,happy,"""Positively 4th Street You got a lotta nerve\nTo say you are my friend\nWhen I was down\nYou just stood there grinning\n\nYou got a lotta nerve\nTo say you got a helping hand to lend\nYou just want to be on\nThe side that's winning\n\nYou say I let you down\nYou know it's not like that\nIf you're so hurt\nWhy then don't you show it\nYou say you lost your faith\nBut that's not where it's at\nYou had no faith to lose\nAnd you know it\n\nI know the reason\nThat you talk behind my back\nI used to be among the crowd\nYou're in with\n\nDo you take me for such a fool\nTo think I'd make contact\nWith the one who tries to hide\nWhat he don't know to begin with\n\nI wish that for just one time\nYou could stand inside my shoes\nAnd just for that one moment\nI could be you\n\nYes, I wish that for just one time\nYou could stand inside my shoes\nYou'd know what a drag it is\nTo see you",0 -4267,Bright_Eyes___Going_For_the_Gold,sad,"""Going for the Gold There's a voice on the phone\nTelling what had happened\nSome kind of confusion\nMore like a disaster\nAnd it wondered how you were left unaffected\nBut you had no knowledge\nNo, the chemicals covered you\nSo a jury was formed\nAs more liquor was poured\nNo need for conviction\nThey're not thirsting for justice\nBut I slept with the lies I keep inside my head\nI found out I was guilty\nI found out I was guilty\nBut I won't be around for the sentencing\nCause I'm leaving\nOn the next airplane\nAnd though I know that my actions are impossible to justify\nThey seem adequate to fill up my time\nBut if I could talk to myself\nLike I was someone else\nWell then maybe I could take your advice\nAnd I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time\nThere's a film on the wall\nMakes the people look small\nWho are sitting beside it\nAll consumed in the drama\nThey must return to their lives once the hero has died\nThey will drive to the office\nStopping somewhere for coffee\nWhere the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene\nDispensing their wisdom\nOh dear amateur orators\n\nThey will detail their pain\nIn some standard refrain\nThey will recite their sadness\nLike it's some kind of contest\nWell, if it is, I think I am winning it\nAll beaming with confidence\nAs I make my final lap\nThe gold medal gleams\nSo hang it around my neck\nCause I am deserving it:\nThe champion of idiots\n\nBut a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha\nI know a girl who cries when she practices violin\nCause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her\nAnd then the melody comes pouring out her eyes\nNow to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie 1 ",1 -6371,Daniel_Powter___Bad_Day,calm,"""Bad Day [Verse 1]\nWhere is the moment we needed the most?\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost\nThey tell me your blue skies fade to gray\nThey tell me your passion's gone away\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou stand in the line just to hit a new low\nYou're faking a smile with the coffee to go\nYou tell me your life's been way off line\nYou're falling to pieces every time\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\n[Chorus]\nBecause you had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me, don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don't lie\nYou're coming back down and you really don't mind\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day\n\n[Verse 3]\nWill you need a blue sky holiday?\nThe point is they laugh at what you say\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\n\n[Chorus]\nYou had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me, don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don't lie\nYou're coming back down and you really don't mind\nYou had a bad day\nOoh, a holiday\n [Bridge]\nSometimes the system goes on the blink\nAnd the whole thing turns out wrong\nYou might not make it back and you know\nThat you could be well, oh, that strong\nAnd I'm not wrong\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Breakdown]\nSo where is the passion when you need it the most?\nOh, you and I\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost\n\n[Chorus 2]\n'Cause you had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nYou've seen what you're like\nAnd how does it feel?\nOne more time\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day\n[Outro]\nAh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHad a bad day Ah\nHad a bad day ah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHad a bad day Ah42 ",2 -8619,Evanescence___Tourniquet,sad,"""Tourniquet [Verse 1]\nI tried to kill my pain\nBut only brought more So much more\nI lay dying\nAnd I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal\nI'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming\nAm I too lost to be saved?\nAm I too lost?\n\n[Chorus]\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\n[Verse 2]\nDo you remember me?\nLost for so long\nWill you be on the other side\nOr will you forget me?\nI'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming\nAm I too lost to be saved?\nAm I too lost?\n\n[Chorus]\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nReturn to me salvation\n\n[Hook]\nI want to die\n\n[Chorus]\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy wounds cry for the grave\nMy soul cries for deliverance\nWill I be denied, Christ?\nTourniquet\nMy suicide\n [Outro]\nReturn to me salvation\nReturn to me salvation18 ",1 -2807,Ben_Folds_Five___Kate,happy,"'Kate [Verse 1]\nShe plays ""Wipeout"" on the drums\nThe squirrels and the birds come\nGather around to sing the guitar\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say?\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen all words fail, she speaks\nHer mixtape\'s a masterpiece\nWalks through the garden\nSo the roses can see\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd you can see the daisies\nIn her footsteps\nDandelions dandelions\nButterflies butterflies\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna be Kate!\nKate!\nKate!\nKate!\n\n[Verse 3]\nEvery day she wears the same thing\nI think she smokes pot\nShe\'s everything I want\nShe\'s everything I\'m not\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe never gets wet\nShe smiles and it\'s a rainbow oh, oh\nAnd she speaks and she speaks\nAnd she breathes yeah, and she breathes\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna be Kate!\nKate!\nKate!\nKate!\n [Verse 4]\nDown by Rosemary and Cameron\nShe hands out the Bhagavad Gita\nI see her around every couple days\nI wanna see her so that I can say, ""Hey... Kate!""\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh, la la la\nOoh, la la la\nOooh, la la la laa\nDoo doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doo\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe never gets wet\nShe smiles and it\'s a rainbow oh, oh\nYou can see you can see\nI wanna wanna wanna wanna be...\n\n[Chorus]\nKate!\nKate!\nKate!\n\nNo, no...\nKate!\nKate!\nKate!\n\nNo, no, no, no, no, no...1Embed', 'default'",0 -6692,Days_Of_The_New___Shelf_In_The_Room,sad,"""Shelf in the Room [Intro]\nThe key is so distant\nI've opened doors\nKnow when to listen\nKnow what to listen for, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\n[Verse 2]\nKick me out\nLet me go go\nI don't belong here no more\nA releasing sense\nOf getting tired\nHold myself\nI can't hold myself\n\n[Chorus]\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been so true\nI can hide\nIn the shelf in the room\n\n[Bridge]\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\n [Verse 3]\nKnow when to listen\nKnow what to listen for\nBelieve in resistance\nDon't let them tell you anymore\nIs there anyway no\nTo get away? no\nAsk myself\nWhile I stay inside, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been so true\nI can hide\nIn the shelf in the room, yeah\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Bridge]\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold\n[Outro]\nThe key is so distant\nI've closed my doors\nThe shelf in the room\nIs rain waiting to pour ",1 -4358,Britt_Nicole___Headphones,happy,"""Headphones [Intro]\nWhoa oh\nWhoa oh\nWhoa whoa oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nShe gave it her best\nShe tried to fit in\nShe tried to be cool\nBut she never could win\nHer mom says she's great\nThe kids think she's weird\nHonestly she wish she could disappear\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWhy you try, try to be like the rest of them\nWhen you know there's so much more within\nThere's only one you\nHere's what ya' gotta do\nWhoa, whoa\n\n[Chorus]\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe gets in his car\nHe falls apart\nIt came to an end\nAnd now it's breaking his heart\nHe wants to give up\nWants to try again\nHonestly he doesn't know what he's feeling\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nHey, you might not see it with your eyes\nBut keep your head up to the sky\nThe sun is coming through\nHere's what you gotta do\nWhoa, whoa\n [Chorus]\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\n\n[Bridge]\nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nIt's alright, no, it's not over\nLove is here, it came to dry up all your tears\nOh, can you feel it?\nGotta believe it, gotta see it\nBy your side in the middle of the night\nSo keep your head up high and the dust off your shoulders\nIt's alright, no it's not over\n\n[Chorus]\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love's coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\n[Post-Chorus]\nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nComing through your headphones\nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nComing through your headphones\n\n[Outro]\nTwinkle, twinkle in your eye\nListen to this lullaby\nThe sun is shining in the sky\nI see love it's in your eye\nThis ain't the first time you felt like this\nThis ain't the first time, this ain't the first time\nThis ain't the last time you'll feel like this\nBut it'll be fine\nIf you can just smile ",0 -8870,Fall_Out_Boy___Tiffany_Blews,happy,"""Tiffany Blews [Intro]\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm not a crybaby\nI'm the crybaby\nA caterpillar that got stuck\nMr. Moth, come quick with any luck\nA long walk to a dark house\nA Roman candle heart, keep us far apart\nI'm cocktail party doing alright, hate me baby\nMaybe I'm a piece of art\nOh, my friends all lie and say\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey only want the best wishes for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live!\n\n[Chorus]\nOh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou're a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you'll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa, whoa\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can make your heart slow\nI can feel the weather in my bones\nWish hard enough, I can turn it to what I like\nYour pupils big big roll, they're rolling like dice\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey say they only want the best wishes for me\nThey only want the best for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live!\n [Chorus]\nOh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou're a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you'll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\n\n[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Patrick Stump]\nNot the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nDear gravity, you held me down in this starless city\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nI'm not the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nDear gravity, you held me down in this starless city\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey say they only want the best wishes for me\nThey only want the best for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live!\n[Chorus]\nOh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou're a faded moon You're a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you're a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you'll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa, whoa13 ",0 -2939,Betty_Everett___The_Shoop_Shoop_Song_Its_In_His_Kiss,happy,"""The Shoop Shoop Song It’s In His Kiss Does he love me? I wanna know\nHow can I tell if he loves me so?\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, you'll be deceived\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, he'll make believe\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is, oh yeah\nOr is it in his face?\nOh no, it's just his charm\nIn his one embrace\nOh no, that's just his arm\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that's not the way\nAnd you're not listenin' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh yeah, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nWhoa oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that's not the way\nAnd you're not listenin' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh yeah, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is",0 -7694,Echoing_Green__The___Believe,sad,"""Believe There was a time when all I did was cry\nThe fear had gripped my life\nAnd all my dreams passed by\n\nBut this time I feel you close to me\nAnd looking I can see\nThe Christmas in your eyes\n\nAnd here comes the Sun\nShining down on everyone\nAnd I know today is gonna be okay\nAnd here comes the Sun\nShining down on everyone\nAnd I know tonight it's gonna be all right\n\nAnd I can see\nThe thunder move so far from me today\nNothing's in my way\n\nAnd I can feel\nYour love this time, I know it's real\nAnd I realize the Christmas in your eyes\n\nAnd here comes the Sun\nAnd I'll believe for everyone\nThat love has come and sorrow has an end\n\nAnd here comes the One\nWho gave me strength when I had none\nMy broken heart is beating once again",1 -2712,Bell_X1___Eve__The_Apple_Of_My_Eye,sad,"""Eve, the Apple of My Eye [Verse 1]\nYou left it, I sent it\nI want it back\nYou left it, I sent it\nI want it back\n\nIf I had you here, I'd clip your wings\nSnap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin\nThis plan of mine is oh so very lame\nCan't you see the grass is greener where it rains\n[Chorus]\nYou left, I died\nI went and you cried\nYou came, I think\nBut I never really know\nI've served my time\nI've watched you climb\nThe wrong incline\nBut what do I know\n\n[Verse 2]\nAccept it, don't let it\nTurn the screw\nAccept it, and let it\nScream back at you\n\nNow this applies both equally to you and I\nThe only thing that we share\nIs the same sky\nThese empty metaphors\nThey're all in vain\nLike can't you see the grass is greener where it rains\n\n[Chorus]\nYou left, I died\nI went and you cried\nYou came, I think\nBut I never really know\nI've served my time\nI've watched you climb\nThe wrong incline\nBut what do I know\n But what do I know\n\n[Bridge]\nIn the garden snake was a charming\nAnd Eve said let's give it a try\nNow lead us not into temptation\nBut no matter how hard I try\nWhen in the garden and\nSnake is a charming\nAnd Eve says let's give it a try\nEve is the apple of my eye\nEve is the apple of my eye\nEve is the apple of my eye\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I lie behind you\nAnd I cradle you in the palm of me\nAnd I pat your hair down\nI think will we sink or swim?\nCause we could do either on a whim1 ",1 -1845,Ark___Just_A_Little,happy,"""Just A Little Strangers Meeting On The Surface Of The Earth\nCommunicating Making Trends For What It's Worth\nSacrificial Bleedings From This Wonderful Machine\nFrantically Creating Artificial Human Beings\n\nMoving Faster As We Keep Our Hopes Up High\nMaybe Someday We Will Know The Reason Why\nOnly Love Can Bring Us Forward\n\nWe Won't Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\n'cause We Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nJust A Little Crazy\nIn The Temple Of Misinformation We Are Born\nWars Fought And Created All The Heroes Have Come And Gone\nTranscending Signals Outside This Big Balloon\nPlaying With Needles Under Shadows Of The Moon\n\nMoving Faster And We Keep Our Hopes Up High\nMaybe Someday We Will Know The Reason Why\nOnly Love Can Bring Us Forward\nHolding Hands Together\n\nWe Won't Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\n'cause We Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nJust A Little Crazy\n\nDon't Give Up The Fight - You Shine So Bright\n'cause You Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nKeep Your Head Up High\nDon't Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\nWe Are Just A Little Crazy\nWe Won't Give Up - Won't Give Up - Won't Give Up\nJust A Little Crazy - Just A Little",0 -5460,Cibelle___Train,calm,"""Train I'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\n\nI'm spending days, over and over and over and over again\nI go through the days, over and over and over and over and over and over again\nSitting in a train\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\n\nTrees pass me by and take away a piece of me\nTake me away within, deep down inside of me\nDeep down, deep down, inside of me\n\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI'm sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\n\nIt rides through a thousand dreams\nJe vois, je vois, je vois le monde\nJe regarde tout\nDans la vitesse moi, je suis partout\nJe vois\nJe regarde le monde\nJe regarde tout\nDans la vitesse moi, je suis partout\n Deep down\nInside\nOf me\n\nJe suis partout\n\nDeep down\nInside ",2 -3474,Blind_Pilot___Paint_or_Pollen,calm,"""Paint or Pollen Don't move an inch\nListen for a singing\nHitting in your bones like they were forks\nIf you hear what I hear\nDon't just sit there\nWe are only strumming water\nOn this most unlikely chord\n\nYou got blown shore to shore\nNot quite sailing\nRiding on the trade-winds of age\nThings blow in\nDon't just cast them\nYou say it now, what you want to stay\nI was once on a long boat\nStar mapping the night routes\nLightening the load\nJust in case\nThings float in to be taken\nIf you don't know by now, what will stay?\n\nSo don't move an inch\nDon't move a single second\nUntil the shade behind your thoughts is not confused\nCause I felt your itch\nI know the scent as well as any\nClotting your garden\nOf paint or pollen\nBrick in your mortar\nPetals to soak in\nOn the cracks\nThicker or finer\nMilk in your water\nBlack in your primer\nWood in your brush\nNow I am your cloth\nWhatever you want-\nThe best is upon us\nIts a finicky muse\nWith only potential\nTo choose",2 -487,Aimee_Mann___King_of_the_Jailhouse,sad,"""King of the Jailhouse The king of the jailhouse\nAnd the queen of the road\nThink sharing the burden will lighten the load\nSo they pack up their troubles\nIn an old Cadillac\nThat's her in the mirror, asleep in the back\n\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nThat I can't see\nThat I can't see\nAnd they don't give the answers\nAt the end of the test\nSo you can't simply stand there and hope for the best\nSo wake me up at the border\nWhen we reach Mexico\nI'll tell you a secret I don't even know\n\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nThat I can't see\nThat I can't see\n\nHoney, I don't wanna turn around\nAnd go back there – do you?\nI think you know something I don't know\nThat I need to\n\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nBaby, there's something wrong with me\nThat I can't see\nThat I can't see\nThat I can't seeSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 -5697,Coldplay___Sleeping_Sun,sad,"""Sleeping Sun [Verse 1]\nClimb up your mountain\nNineteen and counting\nYou have got seven\nI have got one\nBlinded and hurting\nThis I'm deserving\nI've got my secrets\nYou've only got the Sleeping Sun\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you've got a secret\nThen you've got to keep it\nWhen you have a question\nAnswers will come\nRunning and hiding\nTaking dividing\nYou've got your secrets\nI've only got the Sleeping Sun\n[Chorus]\nThe Sleeping Sun\nSinging\nOooh um\nOhhhh oh\nAhhh ahh\nOh oh\nOh oh\nOh oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd you as I saw\nWere a piece in a jigsaw\nRun up the divide and\nTip of the tongue\nRun round the houses\nNorth and the south is\nYou've got your answers\nWe have both got the Sleeping Sun\n\n[Chorus]\nThe Sleeping Sun\nSinging\nOooh um\nOhhhh oh\nAhhh ahh\nOh oh\nOh oh\nOh ohSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 1 ",1 -2070,Atmosphere___Sunshine,happy,"""Sunshine [Verse 1]\nAin't no way to explain or say\nHow painful the hangover was today\nIn front of the toilet, hands and knees\nTrying to breathe in between the dry heaves\nMy baby made me some coffee\nAfraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me\nCouple of advil, relax and chill\nAt a standstill with how bad I feel\nI think I need to smell fresh air\nSo I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs\nThe sunlight hit me dead in the eye\nLike it's mad that I gave half the day to last night\nMy bad sight made me trip on my ass, right into that patch of grass like that's life\nAll of a sudden, I realize something\nThe weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin\nStood up and took a look and a breath\nAnd there's that bike that I forgot that I possessed\nNever really seen exercise as friendly\nBut I think something's telling me to ride that 10 speed\nThe brakes are broken, it's alright\nThe tires got air and the chain seems tight\nHopped on and felt the summertime\nIt reminds me of one of them Musab lines like\n[Hook]\nSunshine, sunshine, it's fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it's fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it's fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it's fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar\nBust it out whenever someone's actin hard\nSettle down, barbeque in the backyard\nThe kids get treats and old folks get classic cars\nEvery day that gets to pass is a success\nAnd every woman looks better in a sun dress\nThe sunshine's an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice\nShow improve their moves and let loose\nI hear voices, I see smiles to match em\nGood times and you can feel it in the fashion\nEven though the heat cooks up the action\nThe streets still got butterflies\nEnough kids to catch 'em\nRidin my bike around these lakes man\nFeelin like I finally figured out my escape plan\nTake it all and the day started off all wrong\nSomehow now that hangover is all gone\nAin't nothing like the sound of the leaves\nWhen the breeze penetrates these southside trees\nLeanin' up against one, watchin the vibe\nForgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive\nIt's so simple, I had to keep the song simple\nWhen I get home I'm gonna open all the windows\nFeelin' all right, stopped at a stop sign\nA car pulled up, bumpin Fresh Prince's Summertime\nSummer summers fine\nFeel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, woah let it shine\n Woah let it shine\nWoah let it shine\nWoah let it shine\nWoah let it29 ",0 -200,ASHES_dIVIDE___Sword,sad,"""Sword Spreading your love from the tip of a sword\nEchoing the reason that poisons you\nThinking you know what's good for us all\nI wish I could reach out...\n\nTo silence you\n\nBut I'm a waste in your eyes\nYou say you don't need me to save you tonight\nBut I need to save you tonight\nI'm standing alone on the brink of a stone\nTrying to humanise the enemy inside of you\nWe're cut from the same cloth but we are\nStained with the poison of pride\n\nWe're sucking the life from the whole of the world\nCan't be confined or condemned to be\nReduced to a place that's a violent resolve\nTo the end they will try\n\nAnd silence you\n\n'cause we're a waste in their eyes\nThe grace they describe\nWon't save you tonight\n\nSpreading your love from the tip of a sword\nEchoing your reason that poisons you\nOf all your fear, love, anymore??\nLet pride come before a fall\n\nI wish you could see and leave for something more\nThan the things I'm confined and condemned to be\nThey will know our needs and we won't be ignored\nSo that we may see some light\n Don't let them silence you\n'cause you're a waste in their eyes\nThere's a grace inside of you...\nI need tonight... ",1 -3403,Blackalicious___Make_You_Feel_That_Way,happy,"""Make You Feel That Way [Hook]\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way\n\n[Verse 1]\nUp and early for the hope of a brand new day\nSee a homie you ain't seen since back in the day\nFresh haircut fitted with a fat-ass fade\nEnd of work, we chilling on a Saturday\nHow you felt when you first heard the Daddy Kane\nRakim, KRS - hey I had that tape\nCooling out with ol' girl on a fat-ass date\nFind a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great\nGet promoted at your job up to management\nPlot a long time finally a plan has made it\nSometimes I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way\nWhen I think of things that make you feel that way\n[Hook]\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way\n\n[Verse 2]\nChristmas Day when your mama got your first bike\nType of feeling when you went and won your first fight\nHow your team felt winning championship games\nCelebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain\nHave a thought see a shooting star cross your screen\nPut in hard work finally you're living your dream\nDeaf man get his hearing now in come vibes\nBlind man gain his sight see his first sunrise\nYoung man speaking out, now he's loud and clear\nBirthin' your child, smile so proud you wear\nGoing in your third eye for the styles you hear\nMaking music that'll bump for a thousand years\nEating right feeling conscious like health is first\nSaid a prayer that's sincere and you felt it work\nTimes I feel I want to shout, man it's real that way\nWhen I'm thinking things that make you feel that way\n [Hook]\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way\n\n[Verse 3]\nAll up in her vibe something coming over me\nSummer days more likely that you notice breeze\nWinter days more likely that you notice heat\nWhen I'm gone, more likely that you notice me\nIn the dark it's more likely that you notice light\nIn the light more likely that you notice night\nHungry, more appreciation for that meal\nDead broke, more appreciation for that scrill\nA bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good\nAnd that'll make things a little better understood\nTimes I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way\nWhen I think of things that make you feel that way\n\n[Hook]\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way\n[Outro]\nYou know it's like, like the most greatest feeling you could ever feel, y'know\nLike just total elation, y'know\nSunny day, just got paid\nY'know it's just like, y'know just the, the most joyous feeling you could ever comprehend, y'know\nChillin' with your family, y'know just, y'know just really, really\nFeelin', feelin' the moment to the fullest\nY'know, really, really, really, just chillin' yeah\nIt's love, it's love, it's love7 ",0 -2793,Ben_Folds___Prison_Food,calm,"""Prison Food You walked the earth\nTalked and never spoke a word\nShe wonders who'll be the first to go\n\nI said, you know\nThe biggest things we gotta face alone\nDon't wanna waste time and go\n\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nA trace of me\nIt floats in my periphery\nAnd every time I turn to see it goes\n\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\n\nFloating by like a satellite\nTo pass the time, you'll float by again\nAnd I can tell you about the little things\nSo you don't think about the big things for a while\n\nYou walked the earth\nTalked and never spoke a word\nShe wonders who will be the first to go\n\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAloneSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42",2 -5787,Conjure_One___Extraordinary_Way,calm,"""Extraordinary Way What I have is nothing to my name\nNo property to speak of\nAnd no trophy for my game\nIntangible and worthless\nMy assets on the page\nMy coffers are empty\nAny offer of safety has faded away\nBut what I have\nWhat I have is\n\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this\nThat makes me lucky\nGod, I'm lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I'd be\n'Cause what I have what I have\nMeans so very little to this world\nA promise that I kept and a bridge that I saved before it burned\nThe sacrifice that I made\nBrought me to my knees\nA choice that cost me everything and set somebody else free\nBut what I have\nIs the value that you see in these things\n\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this\n\nThat makes me lucky\nGod I'm lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I'd be\n'Cause what I have\nIs the value that you see in these things\n\nAnd everytime I forget those things you bring them right back to me\n\nWith your patience\nWhen I'm blinding mad\nAnd your passion\nWhen I'm really, really bad\nAnd your eyes\nTaking in everything I am\nAnd your body and soul and the way that you know\nHow I treasure you\n On an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this\n\nThat makes me lucky\nGod I'm so lucky\nSo much luckier than I ever thought I'd be\n\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this ",2 -5153,Charlotte_Hatherley___Dawn_Treader,happy,"""Dawn Treader In the night I dream that it's over\nOn thin ice, tippin' but balanced\nOh no, oh not again\n\nFrom afar the dawn treader has come\nHere to sail us all into the shredder\nOh once again\n\nOur one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\nIn hot water burning up nice we are\nFloating freely under the hammer\nOh no, oh not again\n\nFrom afar the dawn treader has come\nCrossing anchor round into the never\nOh not again\n\nOur one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\n\nLove, love, love\n\nSwim to him baby\nOut of the mile\nSing to your daddy\nGo tell the choir\n\nLast way to come in\nDidn't you know\nSome kind of city\nOh Calypso\n\nI can almost see it now, now\n Our one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\n\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\n\nLove, love, love\nLove, love, love ",0 -1855,Armin_van_Buuren_feat_Nadia_Ali___Who_Is_Watching,sad,"""Who Is Watching [Verse 1]\nIs it stinging\nThe acid in your stream\nHear the ringing\nVoices in between\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nYou picked this tune to play\nAnd you had to have your way\nGot your masterpiece\nBut you don't seem pleased\n[Chorus]\nSo here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nDid you take on an endless tower\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou're frozen cold\nA one man show\nBut who is watching?\nThere's no one watching\nNo one is watching, no one is watching\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow you got it\nEverything you asked\nBurned your bridges\nSo why you turning back\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nMy doors won't fit you through\nYour head's too heavy to\nWhat could I give you now\nI'm still the same tale\n\n[Chorus]\nSo here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nWas it all a big mistake\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou're in control\nA one man show\nBut who is watching?\nThere's no one watching\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 So here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nYou're claim to fame, turned out a shame\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou held your own\nOne man show\nBut no one's watching\nNo, no one's watching\nBut no one's watching\nNo, no one's watching\nBut no one's watching\nNo, no one's watching\nBut no one's watching\nNo, no one's watching\nBut no one's watching\nNo, no one's watching\n\n[Outro]\nYou can't come back\nAnd you can't come back\nAnd you can't go back\nAnd you can't come back\nAnd you can't go back\nBut who is watching?\nAnd you can't come back\nThere's no one watching\nAnd you can't go back\nBut who is watching?\nAnd you can't come back\nThere's no one watching\nBut who is watching?\nThere's no one watching\nBut who is watching?\nThere's no one watching\nNo one is watching, no one is watching\nNo one is watching ",1 -2599,Beatsteaks___Summer,happy,"""Summer [Intro]\nWe burned the summer down\nThere's dust when we're around\nIt's done this afternoon\nWe came right back from moon\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe paint the town red\nTo see what we will get\nDon't care about the past\nToday we'll make it last\n[Chorus]\nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we've found\nAnd I'm alive\nI'm alive\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere ain't no place to stay\nSo watch our tailights fade\nThe way it's said and done\nIt leads to where I'm bound\n\n[Chorus]\nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we've found\nAnd I'm alive\nI'm alive\n\n[Bridge]\nWe burned the summer down\nThere's dust when we're around\nIt's done this afternoon\nWe came right back from moon\n\n[Outro]\nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we've found\nAnd I'm alive\nI'm alive\nI'm alive\nI'm alive\n",0 -4934,Casiotone_For_The_Painfully_Alone___New_Years_Kiss,sad,"""New Year’s Kiss [Verse 1]\nWoke up with fingers crossed\nIn a boy's bed with your pants off\nAfter polite declines of coffee & toast\nWalked home itching in last night's clothes\n\n[Verse 2]\nPast the Phone Booth & the Beauty Bar\nThe broken windows of your neighbors' cars\nThrough the backdoor to a message from Sis\nAsking who was your New Year's kiss\n[Verse 3]\nTook the afternoon to piece it all\nPlus a half a dozen phone calls\nCrashed a party with Larissa & Chris\nIn pursuit of a New Year's kiss\n\n[Verse 4]\nNot the way that you'd imagined it\nOn a balcony with champagne lips\nBut in a pantry against the pancake mix\nYou had your New Year's kiss",1 -8476,Eric_Church___Sinners_Like_Me,happy,"""Sinners Like Me [Verse 1]\nI was fifteen when my daddy's old man\nCaught me half way through my first beer\nHe laughed so hard when my face turned green\nHe said “You come from a long line of sinners like me”\nNow me and my brother go to see him some times\nBut he don't have much to say anymore\nSo we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D\nHere's to a long line of sinners like me\n\n[Chorus]\nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me\n[Verse 2]\nMy mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin' boy\nSo she had two more just like him\nIt takes an angel to raise a family\nThat comes from a long line of sinners like me\nWell now maybe who knows one day I'll settle down\nGive my dad a grandson of his own\nAnd when the doctor smacks him, he'll probably take a swing\nBecause he'll come from a long line of sinners like me\n\n[Chorus]\nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me\n\n[Verse 3]\nOn the day I die\nI know where I'm going to go\nMe and Jesus got that part worked out\nI'll wait at the gates til his face I see\nAnd stand in a long line of sinners like me\nI'll stand in a long line of sinners like me\n\n[Chorus]\nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me\nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nHere’s to a long line of sinners like me\nI come from a long line of sinners like meSee Eric Church LiveGet tickets as low as $236 2 ",0 -4345,Britney_Spears___Lonely,happy,"""Lonely [Verse 1]\nTo think I'm so naive\nHow dare you play with me?\nI gave you heart and soul, yeah\nTell me baby, please\nWhy you screwing with my head?\nI don't think you understand\nI won't take your huh no more\nDon't knock on my door\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot this time, because I recognize\nI've heard it all before, and I\n[Chorus]\nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin't no way I'll be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\nLet's just face it\nBetter off alone and I won't turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't tell me how to feel\nOr say that you're for real\nMy mind's made up, I'm cool without ya\nYou got no more appeal\nNow this girl don't need no man\nTo say what she can do or what she can't\nNow I live for me\nBoy, does that make you weep?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNot this time, because I realize\nI've heard it all before, and I\n\n[Chorus]\nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin't no way I'll be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\nLet's just face it\nBetter off alone and I won't turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\n [Bridge]\nThink of times you made me cry\nYou had me so confused\nI'm tired of trying, I'll leave behind this\nWhat's a girl to do?\n\n[Verse 3]\nI think of all the times you made me sick\nI used to think I couldn't handle it\nWhat you think, I'm just another chick?\nMessed with Brit, boy, you must have tripped\nWhat were you thinking when you lost my trust?\nYou had it all, now you're left with nothing\nOoh, baby, now I know you want my touch\nAnd now you're lonely and you still want me\n\n[Chorus]\nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin't no way I'll be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\nLet's just face it\nBetter off alone and I won't turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\nThink of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin't no way I'll be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in\nLet's just face it\nBetter off alone and I won't turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don't wanna let you back in8 ",0 -2205,Avril_Lavigne___He_Wasnt,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHe Wasn’t [Verse 1]\nThere's not much goin' on today\nI'm really bored, it's gettin' late\nWhat happened to my Saturday? Saturday\nMonday's comin', the day I hate\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll sit on my bed alone Bed alone\nStarin' at the phone\n\n[Chorus]\nHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn't even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn't really what I'm lookin' for\n[Post-Chorus]\nHey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis is when I start to bite my nails\nAnd clean my room when all else fails\nI think it's time for me to bail Time to bail\nThis point of view is gettin' stale\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll sit on my bed alone Bed alone\nStarin' at the phone At the phone\n\n[Chorus]\nHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn't even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn't really what I'm lookin' for\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nUh-uh Hey, hey\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh Hey, hey\nUh-uh Hey, hey\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh Hey, hey\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Bridge]\nNa, na, na-na-na\nWe've all got choices\nNa, na, na-na\nWe've all got voices\nNa, na, na-na-na\nStand up, make some noise\nNa, na, na-na\nStand up, make some noise\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll sit on my bed alone\nStarin' at the phone\n\n[Chorus]\nHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn't even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn't really what I'm lookin' for\n\n[Chorus]\nHe wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn't even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nLike I was special, 'cause I was special\n[Post-Chorus]\nUh-uh\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh\nUh-uh\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh\n\n[Outro]\nNa, na, na-na-na5 ",0 -4871,Carpark_North___Fireworks,sad,"""Fireworks [Verse 1]\nIt's on your hand\nThe scratching choices\nThe streets are shallow\nAnd so were the sounds\nImpatient road\nIs asking questions\nFrom the hour before this\nBefore anything\n\n[Chorus]\nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it's all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside\nThinking you and I\n[Verse 2]\nThe tired tongue\nIs leaking stories\nFrom a mind's chaotic\nMap of the past\nSurrender now\nYou save the clicks and hours\n'Cause your sorrow's breaching\nIn the hours to come\n\n[Chorus]\nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it's all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside\nThinking you and I\n\n[Bridge]\nThinking you and I\n\n[Chorus]\nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it's all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside, outside\nWhen Alice went home",1 -4505,Bryn_Christopher___Smilin,happy,"'Smilin’ Tell me why I’m feeling this way\n€˜Coz nothings the same when your gone\nTheres something going on in my brain\nI’m finding it hard to explain\n\nWhy am I addicted to you\nAnd when did I first lose control\nHow can I escape from your hold\nAnd how can I change when I’m ..\n\nTheres something that stirring deep inside\nAs long as you’ll stay I’ll be alright\nYou got me smilin’\nYou got me smilin’ tonight, think of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you\nYou got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ tonight, dream of you\nYou got me smilin’\nCoz I keep thinking of you\n\nNow you’ve gone I’m wanting you back\nI need you to make me feel good\nThe smoke inside my body reacts\nOh no I think that I’m under attack\n\nIt’s burning up a hole in my veins\nAnd suddenly everything’s fine\nI’m searching for some hope in this space\nYou see I try but I just can’t explain\n\nYou got me smilin’\nYou got me smilin’ tonight, think of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you\nYou got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ tonight, dream of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep thinking of you\n You got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ yeah\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you\n\nOh, Oooh Iiiiii, OooohhEmbed', 'default'",0 -3110,Billy_Bragg___The_Saturday_Boy,happy,"""The Saturday Boy I'll never forget the first day I met her\nThat September morning was clear and fresh\nThe way she spoke and laughed at my jokes\nAnd the way she rubbed herself\nAgainst the edge of my desk\nShe became a magic mystery to me\nAnd we'd sit together in double history twice a week\nAnd some days we'd walk the same way home\nAnd it's surprising how quick\nA little rain can clear the streets\nWe dreamed of her and compared our dreams\nBut that was all that I ever tasted\nCause she lied to me with her body you see\nI lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted\nThe times we were close\nWere far and few between\nIn the darkness at the dances in the school canteen\nDid she close her eyes like I did\nAs we held each other tight\nAnd la la la la la la la la means I love you\nShe danced with me and I still hold that memory\nSoft and sweet\nAnd I stare up at her window\nAs I walk down her street\nBut I never made the first team\nI just made the first team laugh\nAnd she never came to the phone\nShe was always in the bath\nIn the end, it took me a dictionary\nTo find out the meaning of unrequited\nWhile she was giving herself for free\nAt a party to which I was never invited\nI never understood my failings then\nAnd I hide my humble hopes now\nThinking back she made us want her\nA girl not old enough to shave her legs",0 -4022,Boyz_II_Men___I_Cant_Make_You_Love_Me,calm,"""I Can’t Make You Love Me [Intro]\nI can't make you love me\n\n[Verse 1]\nTurn down the lights, turn down the bed\nTurn down these voices inside my head\nLay down with me and tell me no lies\nJust hold me close and don't patronize\nDon't patronize me\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something that it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\n[Verse 2]\nI'll close my eyes then I won't see\nThe love you don't feel when you're holding me\nMorning will come and I'll do what's right\nJust give me 'til then to give up this fight\nAnd I will give up this fight\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\n\n[Bridge]\nJust let me hold you baby one more time\nAnd maybe tonight I can change your mind\nAnd make you love me like you did before\nLeave a feeling in your heart you can't ignore\nI feel that baby we can make this right\nIf you just give me one more night\nI think that we're worth it and I feel we deserve it\nIf you feel that we don't have a chance\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't\nYou can't make your heart feel something that it won't\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won't, no, you won't\n'Cause I can't make you love me if you don'tSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79",2 -7481,Doves___M62_Song,sad,"""M62 Song Moonshine, waiting for a love that never comes\nMoonshine, wish it were a time that never was\n\nWaiting for a time, the truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for my love\n\nMoonshine, drinking to a love that's gone on by\nMoonshine, looking to the stars as cars go by\n\nWaiting for a time, truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for a love\nWaiting for a time, truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for a love\n\nWaiting for a love\nWaiting for my love\nWaiting for my love\n\nMoonshine, waiting for a love that never comes\nComes",1 -8187,Emerson_Hart___Friend_To_A_Stranger,happy,"""Friend To A Stranger From a friend to a stranger, how's your life\nIn your current situation\nDid they hold you hostage, did they tell you lies?\nJust to add to your frustration\nOh, my heart\n\nSo you drown the whole day, in your troubled heart\nOn the road to change your life\nNot to give it all away, but to sing your song\n‘Cause in the end, that's where you arrive\nOh, my heart it breaks me\nWhen I hear them callin' me\nOh, to see inside myself\nA guy can see that no one else could ever know\nThe way we'd end up please\nSo from a friend to a stranger, how's your life\nIn your current situation\nWish you happiness and freedom, and I wish you life\nWhen you reach your destination\nYour destination\nYour destination",0 -5359,Chris_Rea___Driving_Home_For_Christmas,happy,"""Driving Home for Christmas [Verse 1]\nI'm driving home for Christmas\nOh, I can't wait to see those faces\nI'm driving home for Christmas, yeah\nWell, I'm moving down that line\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd it's been so long\nBut I will be there\nI sing this song\nTo pass the time away\nDriving in my car\n[Chorus 1]\nDriving home for Christmas\nIt's gonna take some time but I'll get there\n\n[Verse 2]\nTop to toe in tailbacks\nOh, I got red lights all around\nBut soon there'll be a freeway, yeah\nGet my feet on holy ground\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSo I sing for you\nThough you can't hear me\nWhen I get through\nAnd feel you near me\nDriving in my car\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'm driving home for Christmas\nDriving home for Christmas\nWith a thousand memories\nI take look at the driver next to m\n\n[Bridge]e\nHe's just the same\nJust the same\nInstrumental\n [Verse 3]\nTop to toe in tailbacks\nOh, I got red lights all around\nI'm driving home for Christmas, yeah\nGet my feet on holy ground\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSo I sing for you\nThough you can't hear me\nWhen I get through\nOh and feel you near me\nDriving in my car\n\n[Chorus 3]\nDriving home for Christmas\nDriving home for Christmas\nWith a thousand memories\nI take look at the driver next to me\nHe's just the same\nHe's driving home, driving home\nDriving home for Christmas\n\n[Outro]\nDriving home for Christmas2 ",0 -4098,Brand_New___Last_Chance_to_Lose_Your_Keys,anger,"""Last Chance to Lose Your Keys [Verse 1]\nI cashed in all my chips tonight\nAnd combed my hair till it was just right\nCause I've been thinking 'bout you and me girl\nAnd we've got something going on\nTell me you can't wait to see me\nAnd you didn't bother to even show up\nThis whole situation's incredibly typical\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI should've seen it all along\nI should've seen it all along\nI should've seen it all along\nIt's girls like you that make me think I'm better off\n[Chorus]\nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won't be thinking about you, baby\n\n[Verse 2]\nCall me on the phone\nAnd you don't even wanna talk\nStaring at you from across the room\nBut turn your back when I walk up\nWe got inches away\nAnd I never even got close\nLeave your lipstick at home\nDon't pick up the phone\nDon't bother to look in my direction\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI should've seen it all along\nI should've seen it all along\nIt's girls like you that make me think I'm better off\n\n[Chorus]\nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won't be thinking about you, baby\nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won't be thinking about you, baby\n [Bridge]\nForget everything you think you know about me\nForget everything you think you know about me\nThis isn't high school\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm better off home on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won't be thinking about you, baby\nForget everything you think you know about me\nThis isn't high school3 ",3 -2199,Avril_Lavigne___Complicated,anger,"""Complicated [Intro]\nUh-huh, life's like this\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nThat's the way it is\n'Cause life's like this\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nThat's the way it is\n\n[Verse 1]\nChill out, whatcha yellin' for?\nLay back, it's all been done before\nAnd if you could only\nLet it be, you would see\nI like you the way you are\nWhen we're drivin' in your car\nAnd you're talkin' to me\nOne-on-one but you become\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou're watchin' your back like you can't relax\nYou're tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy'd you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you're\nActin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife's like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I'm never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou come over unannounced\nDressed up like you're somethin' else\nWhere you are and where it's at\nYou see, you're makin' me\nLaugh out when you strike your pose\nTake off all your preppy clothes\nYou know, you're not foolin'\nAnyone when you become\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou're watchin' your back like you can't relax\nYou're tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Chorus]\nWhy'd you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you're\nActin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife's like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I'm never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no No\nNo No, no, No\nNo No, no, No\nNo No, no No, no, no No\n\n[Bridge]\nChill out, whatcha yellin' for?\nLay back, it's all been done before\nAnd if you could only let it be, you will see\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou're watchin' your back like you can't relax\nYou're tryin' to be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy'd you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you're\nActin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife's like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I'm never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no\nWhy'd you have to go and make things so complicated? Ay-yeah\nI see the way you're\nActin' like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife's like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I'm never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no75 ",3 -5646,Colbie_Caillat___Midnight_Bottle,happy,"""Midnight Bottle [Verse 1]\nMidnight bottle\nTake me calmly through my memories\nAnd everything will come back to me\nMidnight bottle\nMake it real\nWhat feels like make believe, so I can see a little more clearly\nLike every single move you make, kissing me so carefully\nOn the corners of my dreaming eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything's all right, if only for tonight\n[Verse 2]\nGot a midnight bottle\nDrifting off into the candlelight\nWhere I can find you any old time\nMidnight bottle\nI forgot how good it felt to be in a dream\nJust like you had me\n'Cause lately I've been stumbling\nIt feels like I'm recovering\nBut I think it's only for tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything's all right, if only for tonight\n\n[Bridge]\nIf only for tonight\nOh, if only for tonight, if only for tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything's all right, if only for tonight, yeah\n [Outro]\nMidnight bottle\nTake the time away\nFrom where we are1 ",0 -8807,Faith_No_More___Caralho_Voador,sad,"""Caralho Voador [Verse 1]\nThey all know me by my car\nThey all know I'm gone, but not how far\nI'm heading straight down 101\nI'm going to go and get me some\n\n[Chorus]\nMy lips are moving but there's no sound\nSomeday somebody's gonna get run down\nGonna get run down\n[Verse 2]\nEu não posso dirigir\nE agora aparece\nMeu dedo enterrado\nNo meu nariz\n\n[Chorus]\nMy lips are moving but there's no sound\nSomeday somebody's gonna get run down\nMy lips are moving but there's no sound\nSomeday somebody's gonna get run down\nGonna get run down\n\n[Chorus]\nMy lips are moving but there's no sound\nSomeday somebody's gonna get run down\nMy lips are moving but there's no sound\nSomeday somebody's gonna get run down\nGonna get run down",1 -9181,Five_for_Fighting___Superman_Its_Not_Easy,sad,"""Superman It’s Not Easy [Verse 1]\nI can't stand to fly\nI'm not that naive\nI'm just out to find\nThe better part of me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane\nI'm more than some pretty face beside a train\nAnd it's not easy to be me\n[Verse 2]\nI wish that I could cry\nFall upon my knees\nFind a way to lie\n'Bout a home I'll never see\n\n[Chorus]\nIt may sound absurd, but don't be naive\nEven heroes have the right to bleed\nI may be disturbed, but won’t you concede\nEven heroes have the right to dream\nAnd it's not easy to be me\n\n[Bridge]\nUp, up, and away, away from me\nWell, it's alright\nYou can all sleep sound tonight\nI'm not crazy or anything\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can't stand to fly\nI'm not that naive\nMen weren't meant to ride\nWith clouds between their knees\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm only a man in a silly red sheet\nDiggin' for kryptonite on this one way street\nOnly a man in a funny red sheet\nLookin' for special things inside of me\n[Outro]\nInside of me\nInside of me\nYeah, inside of me\nInside of me\nI’m only a man in a funny red sheet\nI’m only a man lookin' for a dream\nI’m only a man in a funny red sheet\nAnd it's not easy, hoo, hoo, hoo\nIt's not easy to be me 11 ",1 -5413,Christina_Aguilera___You_Are_What_You_Are_Beautiful,calm,"""You Are What You Are Beautiful [Verse 1]\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it's hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI'm so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it's hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI'm so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it's hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI'm so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it's hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI'm so ashamed\n[Chorus]\nYou are what you are\nYou are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nYou are what you are\nWe are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\n\n[Verse 2]\nTo all your friends, you're delirious\nSo consumed in all your doom\nTrying hard to fill the emptiness\nThe pieces gone, left undone\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are what you are\nYou are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nYou are what you are\nWe are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Verse 3]\nNo matter what we do\nNo matter what we say\nWe're the song inside the tune\nFull of beautiful mistakes\nAnd everywhere we go\nThe sun will always shine\nBut tomorrow we might awake\nOn the other side\nAnd everywhere we go\nThe sun will always shine3 ",2 -9190,Flaw___Best_I_Am,sad,"""Best I Am Long\nI've been running away for far too long\nAfraid of what?\nAfraid of what I know is soon to come\nI may not be much of an example right now\nBut I can give you all of my knowledge on how to get along in this place\n\nRight now, all I can say....is I will do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you'll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am\nYou deserve the best that I am\nIt's so hard\nSo hard to think about when I was a child\nSo angry at life\nI blamed the world for such a long, long time\nBut things happened so quickly\nSome people just go\nI needed answers to heal me\nI wanted to know how to get by\nAnd now its my turn to say\n\nThat I will do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you'll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am\nSo I gotta do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you'll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am, I am, I am\n\nTHIS IS ALL FOR YOU\n\neverything in this world\neverything in this world\nThis is all for you\neverything in this world\neverything in your world\nThings won't everything in this world\nAlways\nGo right everything in my world\nIn this life\nThere's always changes.everything in your world\nWe'll make it\n That's why I gotta do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you'll understand\nYou deserve the best I am, I am, I am\n\nAnd I will..\nCause I will..\nI will..\n\nI will do the best that I can!1 ",1 -9079,Finger_Eleven___Talking_To_The_Walls,calm,"""Talking To The Walls No hostage has been held like I've\nBeen holding mine but I'm just fine\nSince I've been without you\nNo prisoner could climb the walls\nThat I've built up in my mind\nSince I've been without you\n\nBut I'm holding down and out\nI'm desperate without you\n\nLook at the shape I'm in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I'm in\nBent and broken is all I've been\nNo universal truth this time\n\nNo other universe but mine\nCould ever feel as unaligned\nSince I've been without you\nNo instances from time to time\nFeel like things will turn out right\nSince I've been without you\n\nBut I'm holding down and out\nI'm desperate without you\n\nLook at the shape I'm in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I'm in\nBent and broken is all I've been\n\nNo universal truth this time\nThere's no universe for you and I\nThere's no one to make me realize\n\nLook at the shape I'm in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I'm in\nBent and broken is all I've been\n Look at the shape I'm in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I'm in\nBent and broken is all I've been\n\nNo universal truth this time\n\nLook at the shape I'm in\nTalking to the walls again\nLook at the state I'm in\nBent and broken is all I've been\n\nNo universal truth this time ",2 -8404,Envelopes___Freejazz,happy,"'Freejazz Make things happen!\nProvoke them!\n\nIn the day, anytime and anywhere\n?\n\nIn the ? where I want to live\nI see this world and the faces I want to wear\nAnd the ?\n\nMake things happen!\nProvoke them!\nI never said it anywhere and anytime, anyway\n\n?\n? anywhere\n?\n\nI see this world, ? I wanna a way out\n? Embed', 'default'",0 -7428,Dope___Fuck_Tha_Police,anger,"'Fuck tha Police [Intro]\n""This is important stuff! I mean, these kids are being screwed. There\'s a whole generation of them. They\'ve got constitutional rights that are being violated every day by the police. They take the kids, they rough \'em up, then throw \'em in jail. The judges are cold. They--they throw the kids in jail, they give them a sentence, they don\'t give a shit, they just care about headlines.""\n\n[Verse 1]\nFuck the police, comin\' straight from the underground\nA motherfucker got it bad \'cause I\'m loud\nI\'m not a carbon copy, so police think they have the authority\nTo shoot a minority\nFuck that shit \'cause I ain\'t the one\nFor a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun\nTo be beating on and throwing in jail\nWe can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell\nFucking with me \'cause I\'m a teenager\nWith a little bit of dough and a pager\nSearchin\' my car, lookin\' for the product\nYeah, motherfucker, I\'m selling narcotics\nYou\'d rather see me in the pen\nThan me and my friends all rollin\' in a Benz\nBeat a police out of shape\nAnd when I\'m finished, bring the yellow tape\nTo tape off the scene of a slaughter\nStill gettin\' strong off bread and water\nI don\'t know if they\'re fags or what\nSearchin\' me down and grabbin\' my nuts\nA motherfucker on the war path\nAnd when I\'m finished, it\'s gonna be a bloodbath\nOf cops dyin\' on my way\nYeah, I got somethin\' to say\n[Chorus]\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\n\n[Interlude]\n""The jury\'s about to go, with rednecks, white-bread, shit, shit, a motherfucker.""\n\n[Verse 2]\nFuck the police, and I said it with authority\n\'Cause my people on the streets are the majority\nLights are flashin\' behind me\nBut you\'re a scared little faggot, so you mace me to blind me\nBut that shit don\'t work, I just laugh\n\'Cause it gives \'em a hint not to step in my path\nPolice, I\'m sayin\', ""Fuck you, punk!""\nRead my rights and shit, it\'s all junk\nPullin\' out a silly club so you stand\nWith a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand\nBut take off the gun so you can see what\'s up\nAnd we\'ll go at it, punk, and I\'m gonna fuck you up\nMake you think I\'m gonna kick your ass\nBut drop your gat, and I\'m gonna blast\nTakin\' out a police will make my day\nA motherfucker like me don\'t give a fuck to say...\n [Chorus]\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nWhoa!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\n\n[Outro]\n""Yo, man, what the fuck?!""\n""The name of the game is stay alive.""Embed', 'default'",3 -82,A_Perfect_Circle___Breña,sad,"""Breña [Verse 1]\nMy reflection\nWraps and pulls me under\nHealing waters to be\nBathed in Breña\n\nGuide me safely in\nWorlds I've never been to\nHeal me, heal me\nMy dear Breña\n[Chorus]\nVulnerable\nIt's alright\n\n[Verse 2]\nHeal me, heal me\nMy dear Breña\nShow me lonely and\nShow me openings\nTo lead me closer to you\nMy dear Breña\n\n[Chorus]\nVulnerable\nIt's alright\n\n[Outro]\nOpening to heal\nOpening to heal\nHeal, heal, heal\nHeal me 5 ",1 -6872,Denison_Witmer___Castle_And_Cathedral,sad,"'Castle And Cathedral There\'s a dream I have\nIt comes back when all the days turn into one\nI\'m in a coat and hat\nAnd I\'m standing on the coast of England\nWith a castle and cathedral on the sand\nI reached down to touch the water with my hand\nThen you turn and say to me\n""You\'ve been talking in your sleep\nWhat did you see, what does it mean?""\n\nI was a photograph\nOf our daytrip from the window of a train\nThe one we cut in half\nI kept mine and made a bookmark on a page\nIt fell out today as I was getting packed\nHave I left you here more times than I\'ve come back\nLike that snowfall out of reach\nWe kept our details underneath\nOnce made of stone, we went for broke\nI didn\'t know\nAre you a dreamer Embed', 'default'",1 -6688,Daylight_Dies___Unending_Waves,sad,"""Unending Waves I have memories\nClouded by sorrow\nOf a time in life\nWhen blood ran though my veins\n\nBut these walls keep closing\nSuffocating\nAnd now i'm trapped beneath\nThe weight of my own loss\n\nIn the company\nOf my misery\nI gasp for air\nOnly to drown\nAgain\nUnending waves of memories\nLife's only gife bestowed to me\n\nRegret\nEvery moment marks\nA breaking of my heart\nAnd now i'm left alone\nWith this ghost that i've become\nFor years i've built\nThis monument of pain\nI must find a way\nTo never feel again",1 -5568,Clinic___Goodnight_Georgie,sad,"""Goodnight Georgie Goodnight Georgie, goodnight Grace\nYou know the sandman's on his way\nBeating a path down the alleyway\nBeginning to laugh in his favourite place\nHere he comes as you're dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling\n\nGoodnight Georgie, goodnight queen\nNow you know what can come from dreams\nAll that you ask for comes from dreams\nAll that you ask for comes for free\nShh, now hush, as you're dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling\nCome on my liege just roll him over\nCome on the lip only makes him bolder\nNow we know what's good for us darling\nOh my darling, shall we dance?\n\nSo now hush, as you're dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling\n\nCome on my liege just roll him over\nCome on the lip only makes him bolder\nCome in and slit him, I've got tokens\nNow we know what's good for us darling\nOh my darling, shall we dance?\n\nGoodnight Georgie, goodnight queen\nNow you know what can come from dreams\nGoodnight, goodnight, goodnight",1 -908,All_Time_Low___Vegas,happy,"'Vegas [Verse 1]\nTonight we lie awake\nRemember how the coffee made us shake\nOn those long drives?\nOne more long night\nAnother seven days\nHeartbeat racing the interstate\nMy home tonight\nFor one more long night\nI\'m sure as hell the happiest I\'ve ever been\n[Chorus]\nWe get high, we let go\nWe\'ve got more than we know\nMy friends are a different breed\nMy friends are\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere\'s a ghost in this room\nI think I\'ll name it after all of you\nAnd watch it hang over my bed\nLike decorations, celebrated\nMemories, they came and went\nIn light of all the time we spent\nListening to everything\nOur parents told us not to take in\nNow make a change\nI\'m counting down\nThe mile marks to every town\nAnd falling more in love\nWith the distance put between us\n\n[Chorus]\nWe get high, we let go\nWe\'ve got more than we know\nMy friends are a different breed\nMy friends are everything\nMake this last, take it slow\nWe\'ve got it all figured out for now\nSo let us live our lives without a doubt\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 [Verse 1]\nTonight we lie awake\nRemember how the coffee made us shake\nOn those long drives?\nOne more long night\nAnother seven days\nHeartbeat racing, the interstate\nMy home, tonight\nFor one more long night\n\n[Bridge]\nFrom coast to coast, I\'ll make the most\nOf every second I\'ve been giving with this crowd\nWithout a doubt, you\'re all I dream about\nAt night we lie awake with stories taking us back to\nThe nights we felt alive\nThe nights we felt alive\n\n[Outro]\nI would\'ve married you in Vegas\nHad you given me the chance to say, ""I do""\nCouldn\'t make it any more obvious, could you?\nBe any more obvious\nI would\'ve married you in Vegas\nHad you given me the chance to say, ""I do""\nCouldn\'t make it any more obvious, could you?\nBe any more obvious, could you?2Embed', 'default'",0 -7775,Edyta_Gorniak___Anything,calm,"""Anything I would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do anything for you\n\nIf it is faith you are needing\nIf it's the air I'm breathing\nI would give it all to you\n\nIf it's a dream your after\nI'll help you get there faster\nIf that is what you want to do\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\n\nIf it's alone your feeling\nIf life has lost all meaning\nI promise you I'm listening\n\nAnd if it's the truth you're seeking\nIf you need a secret keeping\nYou know you can trust in me\n\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\n\nI'd even let you walk away\nIf you didn't want to stay\nI could not love you more than this\n\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\n Nothing I would not give\nNothing I would not do\nNothing I would not say\nNothing I would not give ",2 -7053,Diabolical_Masquerade___Haunted_By_Horror,sad,"""Haunted By Horror The shadow we for got of the dead some tragedy\nI'm crush dead frays out fame it to do\nPath of blackness the path to mighty forest\nBleaching through defeat it purr back its wallow it shay:pick turn infernal\nGave it to the spat the forest lent be hide look at this sane legion we're won't to die\nDesire in latch we want it forehead and captured within for resole is side\nBreed on slowly doubt pride pay be frosted on dot haunted moon\nSo I am the dead, arrow blood and thunder\nMake me wonder of the hate and moon clays\nTurn back the fault shove me with anger\nAnd revolve of the blood with hatch never be dead\nFallen for reborn I am is stand in high\nRising for dying dream ultimate in shade",1 -9422,Frank_Black___Two_Spaces,happy,"""Two Spaces This gravity\nIs feeling like a tether\nI want to want to be\nSo high above the weather\n\nAll frequency around\nRound, round, round, round\nWithout a sound\n\nAnd there's today\nAnd there's two spaces\nAnd too many places\nNot to go to, ooh\nThis big old sea\nIs feeling like a pleasure\nI look cautiously\nAt all the falling treasure\n\nWith some frequency it comes down\nDown, down, down, down\nWithout a sound\n\nAnd there's today\nAnd there's two spaces\nAnd too many places\nNot to go to, ooh 1 ",0 -8773,FM_Static___The_Notion,happy,"""The Notion [Verse 1]\nShe knows that I'm waiting by the door\nI know that she's trying to cover up staring at the floor\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLets Go! Don't say maybe\nForget everyone around let's together and get down\nI know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no, I've got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n'Til the next needle on the record player drops\n[Verse 2]\nIt's almost time to say our goodbyes and get home tonight\nLets do it up one more time\nShow these people what we had in mind\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLets Go! Don't say maybe\nForget everyone around let's together and get down\nI know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no, I've got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n'Til the next needle on the record player drops\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no, I've got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n'Til the next needle on the record player drops\nOh no, I've got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n'Til the next needle on the record player drops",0 -953,Alphaville___Beethoven,sad,"""Beethoven There's a tremor in the city but it looks all quiet\nThere is something awful brewing but there ain't riots\nBeethoven\nYou can read between the lines that there must be more\nYou're alarmed but you don't know what you're waiting for\nBeethoven\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nWhen ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears\nThe skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe\nIt's just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind\nBeethoven\nThere's a scrawling on a tombstone\nJudenschweine raus\nOnce again the racial fury is burning down the house\nBeethoven\nThere's a bleeding yellow man lying in the streets\nBut there isn't anybody doing anything\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nWhen ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears\nThe skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe\nIt's just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind\nAnd one grey day shall rise the flood no dikes will stem the heavy tides\nWhen cold pierced feathered bodies scream\nThey fall as if the monstrous scythe of clouds had smashed them from the sky\nThe scattered squadron of mankind stabs right into the churned up ether\nOf long forgotten birdless flights\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nThe demons of the past will be replaced at last\nThere are smarter ones to stay, how can you stay away\nFrom the order of disgrace, how can you close your eyes\nBeethoven, the boots are back....",1 -15,10_Years___Focus,happy,"""Focus Digging deeper in my mind, can't get you out of my head\nThere's no way to describe, just how you make me feel\nI don't know is it love, I have lost control\nEven when I'm gone, I can't get away\n\nI can't focus, when I'm near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can't focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can't focus?\n\nLike the moth fly's to the light, catch it at first sight\nI can't deny, I'm taken by the beauty in your eye's\nI don't know is it love, I have lost control\nEven when I'm gone, I can't get away\nI can't focus, when I'm near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can't focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can't focus?\n\nI can't focus, when I'm near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can't focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice?\nDo you notice?\nI can't focus, when I'm near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can't focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can't focus?",0 -618,Alan_Jackson___Where_I_Come_From,happy,"'Where I Come From [Verse 1]\nWell I was rolling wheels and shifting gears\nAround that Jersey Turnpike\nBarney stopped me with his gun\nTen minutes after midnight\nSaid, ""Sir you broke the limit\nIn thit rusty old truck""\nI don\'t know about that accent son\nJust where did you come from\n\n[Chorus]\nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n[Verse 2]\nWell I was south of Detroit City\nI pulled in this country kitchen\nTo try their brand of barbecue\nThe sign said finger-lickin\'\nWell I paid the tab\nAnd the lady asked me\nHow\'d I like my biscuit\nI\'ll be honest with you ma\'am\nIt ain\'t like mama fixed it\n\n[Chorus]\nCause where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n\n[Verse 3]\nI was chasing sun on 101\nSomewhere around Ventura\nI lost a universal joint\nAnd I had to use my finger\nThis tall lady stopped and asked\nIf I had plans for dinner\nSaid no thanks ma\'am\nBack home We like the girls\nThat sing soprano\n [Chorus]\nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n\n[Verse 4]\nWell I was headed home on 65\nSomewhere around Kentucky\nThe CB rang for the bobtail rig\nThat\'s rolling on like thunder\nWell I answered him and he asked me\nAren\'t you from out in Tulsa\nNo, but you might have seen me there\nI just dropped a load of salsa\n\n[Chorus]\nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n[Chorus]\nWhere I come from it\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of back porch picking\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nWorking hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\nYeah where I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nStaring up at heaven\nWhere I come from\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nTrying to make a living\nOh, where I come from\nWhere I come from\nYeah where I come from\nGet back down there sometimes\nWhere I come from2Embed', 'default'",0 -9020,Figurines___Silver_Ponds,happy,"""Silver Ponds I prefer to wait outside\nBut in your mind it's fine\nI'll leave it up to you\n\nWe're on the way to your old house\nI spend every Sunday on your couch\nNothing else to do\n\nThe long road that leads to pleasure\nThe strange towns where we all party together\nThe night is gone and now it's off to someone\nBut I'll wait and then we'll party together again\nIt feels great to show you around\nBut in your mind it's time\nTo leave it all behind\n\nWe drove aways said farewell, coughed\nCollected all the memories from your loft\nSpring is bound to subdues\n\nThe long road that leads to pleasure\nStrange town where we all party together\nThe night is gone and now it's off to someone\nBut I'll wait and then we'll party together again\n\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long\nWe came down to Silver Ponds\nWe remembered all along\n\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long\nWe're not going back for long",0 -8823,Faithless___Take_The_Long_Way_Home,calm,"'Take the Long Way Home I lift ya off the earth, mundane and glum\nOut the solar system, way past the sun\nTill all the fear in your heart is gone\nAnd so on\n\nMm\n\nWalkin\' through the world with no pressure\nInner peace beyond measure\nI was leaving, wearing what I came in\nWhen a man said, ""Stop""\n""I wanna have what you have and get what you got""\nI got it sleepin\' rough on the streets in the rain\nI got it learnin\' to share my people\'s pain\nI got it makin\' flowers grow in hearts of stone\nI got it \'cause I always take the long way home\n\nI been walking through the world with no pressure\nAir\'s fresher, full of vigour\nLife becomes my mirror\nThe further I go, the more I know\nOh, yeah, wherever the wind blow\nI\'ll be there\nTurned up in places that I never intended to go\nAnd so ended my youth\n\nI once depended on proof\nNow I\'m in the flow\nThere are things I know beyond knowing\nI\'ve never seen a seed growin\'\nI was going back home\nWhen a man said, ""Stop""\n""I wanna have what you have and get what you got"" Embed', 'default'",2 -8806,Faith_No_More___Just_A_Man,sad,"'Just a Man [Verse]\nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow\n\nA star is out\nI reach for one to sparkle in my hand\nA star is out\nI will not touch you, I am just a man\n\nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow\n[Chorus]\nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky\n\n[Verse]\nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow\n\nA star is out\nI reach for one to sparkle in my hand in your hand\nA star is out\nI will not touch you, I am just a man \'cause he is just a man\n\n[Bridge]\n""Man was born to love\nThough often he has sought, like Icarus, to fly too high\nAnd far too lonely than he ought\nTo kiss the sun of east and west\nAnd hold the world at his behest\nTo hold the terrible power to whom only gods are blessed\nBut me, I am just a man""\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky\n And every night I shut my eyes\nBut now I\'ve got them open wide open wide\nYou\'ve fallen into my hands\nAnd now you\'re burning me\nAnd now you\'re burning me\n\n[Outro]\nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky\n\nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nBut now I\'ve got them open wide open wide\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky\n\nA cloudy sky\nWhoo, a cloudy sky\nWhoo, a cloudy sky\nThat\'s what I say see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy skyEmbed', 'default'",1 -4720,Calvin_Harris___Merrymaking_at_My_Place,happy,"""Merrymaking at My Place [Intro]\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking\n\n[Verse 1]\nCome in to my house\nYou're invited into my house\nEntering the back of my house\nWelcoming you into my house\nCome in to my house\nYou're invited into my house\nEntering the back of my house\nWelcoming you into my house\nI've invited loads to my house\nLoads of people come to my house\nThey take stuff inside of my house\nAnd smoke stuff outside of my house\n[Chorus]\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I've seen it before\nLots of people at my front door\nLots of people in my front door\nTrying to get into my house\nWell, I've seen it before\nLots of people in my front door\nLots of people at my front door\nTrying to get into my house\n\n[Chorus]\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe're merrymaking\nAll the stuff that you've being taking\nAll the stuff that I've being taking\nAll the stuff that we've being taking\nWe're merrymaking\nAll the stuff that we've being taking\nAll the stuff that I've being taking\nAll the stuff that you've being taking\nSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263 [Chorus]\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\n\n[Bridge]\nMerrymaking\nDrug taking\n\n[Chorus]\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking\n\n[Outro]\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nMerrymaking1 ",0 -8660,Everclear___Sunflowers,happy,"""Sunflowers I know where you go when you want to fall\nWhy do you want to be broken?\nOoh, I know where you go when you want to fall\nYes, your friends they tell me everything\n\nYes, I know where you go\nYes, I know what you do\nYes, I know the awful things you say\nAnd who you say them to\nYes, I know where you go\nYes, I know what you do\nI know how you feel you get crazy inside\nThey say it runs in the family\nI know just how you feel when you get crazy inside\nYour mom she said that you are just like me\n\nI can see it in your eyes\nI can see it in your shaky hands\nYes, I think you think I'm stupid\nYou don't think I understand\nYes, I see you and I see myself when I was a younger man\n\nWhen you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nI remember you painting sunflowers in your room\n\nI know where you go when you want to fall\nHey, don't you want to be happy?\nYeah\nI know where you go when you want to fall\nYour useless friends they tell me everything\nEverything\n\nI see you run around in circles\nI see you digging your own hole\nI see you fight the fights that you just can't win\nI see you losing self control\nWhat it does to me deep down inside I hope you will never know\n When you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nPainting flowers on the wall\nI remember you happy\nI remember it all\n\nYeah, when you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nI remember you painting sunflowers in your room\nOh, Sunflowers in your room\nSunflowers in your room\nYeah, Sunflowers in your room\nYeah, sunflowers in your room\n\nAll I want to remember\nPretty pictures on the wall\nI remember you happy\nI remember it all\n\nAll I want to remember\nAll I want to remember\nSunflowers in your room\nOh, sunflowers in your room\nOh, sunflowers in your room\nYeah, sunflowers in your room ",0 -5203,Cherish___Unappreciated,sad,"'Unappreciated [Chorus: Cherish]\nI\'m feeling really unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated\n[Verse 1: Felisha]\nI woke up this morning and saw your face\nAnd you didn\'t look the same as yesterday\nI got the feeling that you can\'t seem to see\nWhere you wanna be\nAnd lately, it ain\'t been the same at all\nWhen you\'re here, it\'s like I\'m invisible\nI still can\'t seem to see\nWhere I went wrong, \'cause I\'m feelin\'\n\n[Chorus: Cherish / Felisha]\nI\'m feeling really unappreciated Unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated\n\n[Verse 2: Farrah]\nLately, our house is not a home\nYou come in, take a shower, then say ""I\'m gone""\nWhat am I to do when my heart says leave\nBut my feet won\'t move?\nAnd today is our anniversary\nAnd you haven\'t even said two words to me\nI\'m tryin\' hard to give you another chance\nBut ooh baby, I\'m feelin\'\n [Chorus: Cherish / Farrah]\nI\'m feeling really unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe Takin\' my love\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more How much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\' I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated\n\n[Bridge: Fallon]\nBoy, when I first met you\nI thought that you was the most perfect man\nThat I\'d ever seen\nAnd I still don\'t understand why\nYou treat me like you do\nI used to give into your lust\nBut now I see the truth\nOh no, I don\'t wanna hear it all through\nYeah, I know I\'ll still be missin\' you\nBut it\'s not worth the pain that\nI\'ve gained from you\nYou made me feel unappreciated\n\n[Chorus: Cherish / Fallon]\nI\'m feeling really unappreciated Unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe Oh, oh-oh\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you Ooh\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated Don\'t love me no more\n[Outro: Felisha]\nHey-ay, whoa-hoo-oh\nI\'m really feelin\'\nUnappreciated\nOh-whoa\nI\'m feelin\' unappreciated8Embed', 'default'",1 -4460,Bruce_Springsteen___Brilliant_Disguise,sad,"""Brilliant Disguise [Verse]\nI hold you in my arms as the band plays\nWhat are those words whispered, baby, just as you turn away\nI saw you last night out on the edge of town\nI wanna read your mind to know just what I've got in this new thing I've found\n\n[Chorus]\nSo tell me what I see when I look in your eyes\nIs that you, baby, or just a brilliant disguise?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow\nI saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow\nWell I've tried so hard, baby, but I just can't see\nWhat a woman like you is doing with me\n[Chorus]\nSo tell me who I see when I look in your eyes\nIs that you, baby, or just a brilliant disguise?\n\n[Bridge]\nNow look at me, baby\nStruggling to do everything right\nAnd then it all falls apart\nWhen out go the lights\nI'm just a lonely pilgrim\nI walk this world in wealth\nI want to know if it's you I don't trust\n'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow you play the loving woman, I'll play the faithful man\nBut just don't look too close into the palm of my hand\nWe stood at the altar, the gypsy swore our future was right\nBut come the wee wee hours, well maybe, baby, the gypsy lied\n\n[Chorus]\nSo when you look at me, you better look hard and look twice\nIs that me, baby, or just a brilliant disguise?\n\n[Verse 4]\nTonight our bed is cold\nI'm lost in the darkness of our love\nGod have mercy on the man\nWho doubts what he's sure ofSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 4 ",1 -6000,Creed___Lullaby,sad,"""Lullaby [Verse 1]\nHush my love now don't you cry\nEverything will be all right\nClose your eyes and drift in dream\nRest in peaceful sleep\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf there's one thing I hope I showed you[x2]\nHope I showed you\n\n[Chorus]\nJust give love to all[x3]\n[Verse 2]\nOh my love in my arms tight\nEvery day you give me life\nAs I drift off to your world\nRest in peaceful sleep\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know there's one thing that you showed me[x2]\nThat you showed me\n\n[Chorus][x9]",1 -3028,Big_Star___In_The_Street,happy,"""In the Street [Verse 1]\nHanging out, down the street\nThe same old thing we did last week\nNot a thing to do, but talk to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nSteal your car, and bring it down\nPick me up, we'll drive around\nWish we had a joint so bad\n\n[Bridge]\nBust a street light\nOut past midnight\n[Verse 3]\nHanging out, down the street\nThe same old thing we did last week\nNot a thing to do, but talk to you 1 ",0 -6763,Dead_Or_Alive___Come_Home_With_Me_Baby,happy,"""Come Home With Me Baby Same place, after midnight\nSaw you looking so nice\nHot stuff, pants on fire\nPlease me, I want you now\n\nI'm born to flirt, you're born to run\nLet's get together and get it on\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet's rock\nYou got the body I want\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want\n\nRed hot, the body\nYou got the body I want\nYou got the body I want, uhh\n\nI'm not complicated\nPlease, don't keep me waiting\nHold me then undress me\nSmooth talk don't impress me\n\nAsk me once and I'll say yes\nI want the pleasure of your flesh\nI see the look inside your eyes\nLike what you see, come try me\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet's rock\nYou got the body I want\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was lookin' for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want\n Come home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet's rock\nYou got the body I want\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody\nYou got the body\nYou got the body I want\n\nTouch me, baby, touch me\nMy love will take you to the top\nAmong the stars, let's rock\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet's rock\nYou got the body I want\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want\n\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet's rock\nYou got the body I want\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want\n\nRed hot, the body\nYou got the body I want\nYou got the body I want\n\nYou know tonight\nThat I don't need affection\nAll that I want's a little piece of action\nCome home with me\nLet's rock1 ",0 -6802,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Different_Names_for_the_Same_Thing_Album_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -1155,Amy_Ray___Shes_Got_To_Be,happy,"""She’s Got To Be She's got to be with me always\nTo make sense of the skin I'm in\nSometimes it gets dangerous, yeah\nAnd lonely to defend\nMarking time with every change\nIt's hard to love this woman in me\n\nShe is the one that stills the sea\nFinds the truth of this anarchy\nDives the depths of every age\nKeeps this body and knows the shape\nI will love and I will protect this love\nIt was hard to get\nAnd I will love and I will protect this love\nAnd its anarchy\n\nSociety what part of me\nIs swagger born?\nWhat part is demeaned?\nMama when I turn to age\nIs this body just a cage?\n\nShe's got to be with me always\nTo make sense of the skin I'm in\nSometimes it gets dangerous, yeah\nAnd lonely to defend\n\nI will love and I will protect this love\nIt was hard to get\nI will love and I will protect this love\nAnd its anarchy",0 -6640,David_Sylvian___Nostalgia,anger,"""Nostalgia Voices heard in fields of green\nTheir joy their calm and luxury\nAre lost within the wanderings of my mind\n\nI'm cutting branches from the trees\nShaped by years of memories\nTo exorcise their ghosts from inside of me\n\nThe sound of waves in a pool of water\nI'm drowning in my nostalgia\nNostalgia\nMy nostalgia\nThe sound of waves in a pool of water\nI'm drowning in my nostalgia\nNostalgia\nMy nostalgia\nMy nostalgia 1 ",3 -7139,Dido___All_You_Want,happy,"""All You Want I'd like to watch you sleep at night\nTo hear you breathe by my side\nAnd although sleep leaves me behind\nThere's nowhere I'd rather be\nAnd now our bed is oh so cold\nMy hands feel empty, no-one to hold\nAnd I can sleep what side I want\nIt's not the same with you gone\nOh if you'd come home, I'll let you know that\n\nAll you want, is right here in this room, all you want\nAnd all you need, is sitting here with you, all you want\nIt's been three years, one night apart\nBut in that night you tore my heart\nIf only you had slept alone\nIf those seeds had not been sown\nOh you could come home and you would know that\nAll you want, is right here in this room, all you want\nAll you need is sitting here with you, all you want\nI hear your key turning in the door\nI won't be hearing that sound anymore\nAnd you and your sin can leave the way you just came in\nSend my regards to her\nI hope you've found that\n\nAll you want, is right there in that room, all you want\nAll you need is sitting there with you, all you want\nI'd like to watch you sleep at night\nTo hear you breathe by my side 1 ",0 -716,Alice_DJ___Celebrate_Our_Love,happy,"""Celebrate Our Love I can see the sun's already shining\nIt's gonna be a perfect day\nHand in hand we're gonna party\n'Till the music fades away\n\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\n\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nNow I know that we're together\nIn perfect harmony\nPeace and love is what we dream of\nAnd forever we'll be free Yeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\n\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\n\nCelebrate, celebrate\nCelebrate, celebrate\nCelebrate, celebrate\n\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, celebrate\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, celebrate, yeah, yeah\n\nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate Ooohooo!\n\nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, let's celebrate!\n Yeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\n\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah ",0 -4946,Cassandra_Wilson___Children_Of_The_Night,sad,"""Children of the Night Late at night\nWhen all the world is safe within their dreams\nI walk the shadows\nLate at night\nAn empty feeling creeps within my soul\nI feel so lonely\n\nSo I go into the darkness of the night\nAll alone I walk the streets until I find\nSomeone who is just like me\nSearching for some company\nChildren of the night\n\nLate at night\nA restless feeling takes control of me\nAnd I can't fight it\n\nLate at night\nI feel the need for someone who like me\nNeeds understanding\n\nSo again, I'll search the darkness of the night\nAll alone, I'll walk each street until I find\nSomeone who is just like me\nSearching for some company\n\nChildren of the night\nChildren of the night\n...",1 -2899,Bernard_Fanning___Believe,calm,"""Believe [Verse 1]\nCome on, you faker\nDon't you turn your back on me\nI'm not your gaoler\nFly away on your silver wings with your golden key\n\n[Verse 2]\nLook out, you loser\nI can almost smell defeat\nAll night manoeuvre\nTrying to set this trouble and problem free\n[Chorus]\nI can't believe you're giving it all up over me\nSo you can get back to where you should be\nGet back to what you really believe\nWhat you really believe\n\n[Verse 3]\nCome on, you joker\nWhat you hiding up your sleeve?\nSo hard to please you\nLay your burden down on me if it's what you need\n\n[Chorus]\nI can't believe you're giving it all up over me\nSo you can get back to where you should be\nBack to what you really believe\nWhat you really believe\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nWell, life has a way that's unpredictable\nBut you can't stand and wait in on a miracle\nWell, life has a way that's unpredictable\nCan't stand and wait in on a miracle\nCome on, you faker\nAll night manouevre",2 -6440,Dario_Marianelli___Atonement,sad,"""Atonement Tragedy, we could not anticipate\nThe loss that was our life\nBleeding me, you drain the blood of friendship\nReplace the blood with liesI hope it serves you well\nFall, I'm crashing to the pavement\nYour innocence betraying\nYou set me up to watch me fallIncomplete, destroyed what was left\nInside this shell of a man\nVacancy, the emptiness I carry\nAll devoid insideI hope it serves you well\nFall, I'm crashing to the pavement\nYour innocence betraying\nYou set me up to watch me fall\nTry, to hold onto that moment\nYour sin's without atonement\nYour memory is now a scar",1 -3423,Blackmail___Dive,sad,"""Dive Would you die for\nWould you die for a ride?\nYou don't have to wait\nYou don't have to wait tonight\n\nI intend to let\nI intend to let you dive\nAnother second passed\nAnd I just beg you to get tight\n\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight\nIt wasn't meant to be\nIt wasn't meant to be, you're right\nThe plea is by my side\nThe time is up but you don't dive\n\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight\n\nAnd everything's in bloom\nI'm breathing down my neck\nI'll see the lightning soon\nI'm diving to get back\n\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you've been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight",1 -2418,Badmarsh__Shri___Day_By_Day,calm,"""Day By Day Day by day I'm falling more in love with you\nAnd day by day my love seems to grow\nThere isn't any end to my devotion\nIt's deeper dear by far than any ocean\n\nI find that day by day you're making all my dreams come true\nSo come what may I want you to know\nI'm yours alone, and I'm in love to stay\nAs we go through the years day by day",2 -1798,Arctic_Monkeys___The_Bakery,sad,"""The Bakery [Verse 1]\nI wish you would have smiled in the bakery\nOr sat on a tatty settee\nAt a mutual friend's gathering\nAnd the more you keep on looking, the more it's hard to take\nLove, we're in stalemate\nTo never meet is surely where we're bound\nThere's one in every town\nJust there to grind you down\n\n[Verse 2]\nI wish I would have seen you in the post office\nWell, maybe I did and I missed it\nToo busy with the mind on clever lines\nWhy not the rounders pitch or the canteen?\nYou're slacking, love, where have you been?\nJust had to go and wait until tonight\n[Bridge]\nTo give me the invite\nDon't worry, it's alright\n\n[Verse 3]\nI wish I would have seen you down in the arcade\nSipping on a lemonade\nIn the paper cup and chewing on the straw\nAnd I wish I'd seen you in the bakery\nBut if I'd seen you in the bakery\nYou probably wouldn't have seen meSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 11 ",1 -3277,Black_Box_Recorder___Uptown_Top_Ranking,calm,"""Uptown Top Ranking See me in me heels and ting\nThem check so we hip and ting\nTrue them no know and ting\nWe have them going and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\n\nSee me upon the road and you call out to me\nDo you see me in my pants and ting\nSee me in the halter back\nSee me, give your heart attack\nGive me little bass, make me whine up my waist\nUptown top ranking\nSee me in my Benz and ting\nDolly through Constant Spring\nThem check so we come from Cosmo Spring\nBut a true them no know an ting\nThen I know so we top ranking\nUptown top ranking\n\nShould've seen you in your ranking dread\nCheck how we jamming and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\n\nWatch how we chuck it and ting\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\n\nSee me upon the road and you call out to me\nDo you see me in my pants and ting\nSee me in the halter back\nSee me, give your heart attack\nGimme little bass, make me wind up me waist\nGimme little bass, make me wind up me waist\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\n Should've seen me and the ranking dread\nCheck how we jamming and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots ",2 -3901,Boney_M_2000___Rasputin,happy,"'Rasputin There lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people looked at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear\n\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstacy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire\n\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people looked at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear\n\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstacy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire\n\nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on\n\nHe ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar\nBut the Kasachok he danced really wunderbar\nIn all affairs of state he was the man to please\nBut he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze\n\nFor the Queen he was no wheeler dealer\nThough she\'d heard the things he\'d done\nShe believed he was a holy healer\nWho would heal her son\n Ra ra Rasputin\nLover of the RussianQueen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on\n\nBut when his drinking and lusting and his hunger\nFor power became known to more and more people\nThe demands to do something about this outrageous\nMan became louder and louder\n\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\n\n""This man\'s just got to go!"" declared his enemies\nBut the ladies begged ""Don\'t you try to do it, please""\nNo doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms\nThough he was a brute they just fell into his arms\n\nThen one night some men of higher standing\nSet a trap, they\'re not to blame\n""Come to visit us"" they kept demanding\nAnd he really came\nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian queen\nThey put some poison into his wine\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nHe drank it all and said ""I feel fine""\n\nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian Queen\nThey didn\'t quit, they wanted his head\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nAnd so they shot him till he was dead\n\nOh, those RussiansEmbed', 'default'",0 -8830,Faithless___Evergreen,calm,"'Evergreen [Verse 1]\nRunning with my rain face on\nToday I woke up feeling sad\nI know that you said\nThat one day I would be glad\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, the choirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nAre falling\n[Verse 2]\nRibbons on evergreen\nOwls that pull them apart\nI can hear you singing, my funny valentine\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\n\n[Chorus]\nChoirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\n\n[Bridge]\nRunning with my rain face on\nNo idea of what to say\nNo idea of what to do\nIn this fear that never goes away\nAll my dreams were here\nAll my dreams, my tears\nAll my dreams were here\nAll my dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nChoirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nOh, you know that breaks my heart Embed', 'default'",2 -2270,Azam_Ali___From_Heaven_To_Dust,anger,"""From Heaven To Dust The leaves tell\nOf the flower's death\nOf the hours spent\nIn this graveyard\nNo one tending to its pain\nNo one tending to its shame\n\nYour eyes tell\nOf a star's death\nIts house drained\nOf old memories\nOf the night holding within its claim\nThe light pending to pay its debt",3 -5767,Commodores___Sail_On,happy,"""Sail On [Verse 1]\nSail on down the line\n'Bout a half a mile or so\nAnd don't really wanna know\nWhere you're going\nMaybe once or twice you see\nTime after time I tried to\nTo hold on to what we got\nBut now you're going\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd I don't mind about the\nThings you're gonna say, Lord\nI gave all my money and my time\nI know it's a shame\nBut I'm giving you back your name\nYeah, yeah\n[Chorus 1]\nYes, I'll be on my way\nI won't be back to stay\nI guess I'll move along\nI'm looking for a good time\n\n[Verse 2]\nSail on down the line\nAin't it funny how the time can go\nAll my friends say they told me so\nBut it doesn't matter\nIt was plain to see that\nA small town boy like me\nJust wasn't your cup of tea\nI was wishful thinking\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nI gave you my heart and\nI tried to make you happy\nAnd you gave me nothing in return\nYou know, it ain't so hard to say\nWould you please just go away\nYeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI've thrown away the blues\nI'm tired of being used\nI want everyone to know\nI'm looking for a good time\nGood time, yeah\nSee Commodores LiveGet tickets as low as $59 [Bridge]\nSail on, honey\nGood times never felt so good\nSail on, honey\nGood times never felt so good\nSail on, sugar\nGood times never felt so good\n\n[Outro]\nSail on\nSail on\nSail on ",0 -531,Air___Photograph,calm,"'Photograph God would like to own your autograph\nThe angels cry to have your photograph\n\nAs if you were all sweetness and light\nAs fortune favours fools by candle light\n\nGod would like to own your autograph\nThe angels fight over your photograph\n\nPut your record on the phonograph\nLook at your position on the map Embed', 'default'",2 -2937,Betty_Everett___Its_In_His_Kiss_The_Shoop_Shoop_Song,happy,"""The Shoop Shoop Song It’s In His Kiss Does he love me? I wanna know\nHow can I tell if he loves me so?\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, you'll be deceived\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, he'll make believe\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is, oh yeah\nOr is it in his face?\nOh no, it's just his charm\nIn his one embrace\nOh no, that's just his arm\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that's not the way\nAnd you're not listenin' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh yeah, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nWhoa oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that's not the way\nAnd you're not listenin' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh yeah, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nOh oh, it's in his kiss\nThat's where it is",0 -4278,Bright_Eyes___Soon_You_Will_Be_Leaving_Your_Man,calm,"'Soon You Will Be Leaving Your Man He\'d always get so mad at things you\'d laugh at\n""Don\'t get so worked up"", you\'d say\nBut on the back deck, you admit that\nYou haven\'t felt much like laughing lately anyway\nAnd so I say, ""That could change""\n\nI notice how you waste no time\nMaking your way across the room\nYou leave a wake of tongues\nStill waving after you\nAnd it isn\'t no coincidence\nWhere you finally choose to stand\nI guess soon\nYou will be leaving your man\nIt\'s a sweet smile and then a denial\nHey, you are just trying to be nice\nBut there is a meaning\nTo every fleeting action you unconsciously decide\nThe clocks they chime\nNow it\'s time\n\nI know you try and play it cool\nBut there are some thoughts you just can\'t hide\nOnly in your closest friends do you confide\nThe way you say you\'ll be seeing me\nOh like it\'s so offhand\nI guess soon\nSoon you will be leaving your man\n\nYou stare at me so boldly now\nYou have no lack of confidence\nIt\'s just those lessons of subtlety you missed\nI know you dream of saving me\nLike I\'m some plane that you could land\nBut when you fly\nYou will be leaving your man Embed', 'default'",2 -8908,Fatboy_Slim___Love_Island,happy,"'Love Island House house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\n\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\n\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse house house house, house house house house\nHouse house house house, house house house house\n\nHouse\nHouse\nHouseSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 Embed', 'default'",0 -3121,Billy_Currington___I_Got_A_Feelin,happy,"""I Got A Feelin’ [Verse 1]\nI don't want to rush this thing\nI don't want to jump the gun\nI really want to say those three little words\nBut I'm going to bite my tongue\n\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, I'm just gonna lay on back\nLeave it on cruise control\nI'm gonna hold it all inside\n'Til the right time comes down the road\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI got a feelin'\nMy head's a reelin'\nMy heart is screamin'\nI'm about to bust loose\n\n[Chorus]\nBottled up emotion\nIt's more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin'\nAre you feelin' it too?\n\n[Verse 3]\nI guess I've all but said it now\nSo much for hopin' you'd go first\nDon't leave me hangin' out here on the line\nBaby, it's your turn\n\n[Verse 4]\nSay you couldn't sleep last night\nSwore that you could feel me breathe\nHad you wanting me there by your side\nYeah, baby I know what you mean\nSee Billy Currington LiveGet tickets as low as $58 [Pre-Chorus]\nI got a feelin'\nMy head's a reelin'\nMy heart is screamin'\nI'm about to bust loose\n\n[Chorus]\nBottled up emotion\nIt's more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin'\nYou're feelin' it too\n\n[Chorus]\nBottled up emotion\nIt's more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin'\nYou're feelin' it too\n\n[Outro]\nYou're feelin' it too\nYeah, you're feelin' it too\nYou're feelin' it too\nOh yeah1 ",0 -3414,Blackfield___Pain,sad,"""Pain Here I'm standing on the sea shore\nShe is gone, now she's gone\nAll the angels praying for me\nAs I fall, as I fall\n\nWhile I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long?\n\nTo my nightmare with the devil\nI'll go strong, I'll go strong\nAll my friends now try to save me\nWhat a joke, what a joke\nWhile I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long?\n\nWhile I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long?\n\n\nWhile I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long? 3 ",1 -3409,Blackfield___Where_Is_My_Love,sad,"""Where Is My Love? Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?\nThe freezing moment when you turned your head and waved goodbye\nWhere is my love?\n\nEven all the biggest storms can't take my pain away\nWhere is my love?\nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love?\n\nI gave you everything I could but you want the stars\nWhere is my love?\nEndless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?\nEven all the biggest storms can't take my pain away\nWhere is my love?\nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love?\n\nSo where is my love?\n\nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love?\n\nEndless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?",1 -9104,Fiona_Apple___Sullen_Girl,sad,"'Sullen Girl [Verse 1]\nDays like this, I don\'t know what to do with myself\nAll day and all night\nI wander the halls along the walls\nAnd under my breath I say to myself\n""I need fuel to take flight""\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there\'s too much going on\nBut it\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\n[Verse 2]\nIs that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl\nThey don\'t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea\nBut he washed me \'shore\nAnd he took my pearl\nAnd left an empty shell of me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there\'s too much going on\nBut it\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nIt\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion 6Embed', 'default'",1 -4654,Cake___Pentagram,happy,"""Pentagram Your pentagram is down below our floor\nYour naked body shimmers in the night\nDancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite\nYour feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies\nWho have passed the test\nJust like all the rest\nBut never really understood\nThe reasons why they took it\nIn the first place\nAhh, in the first place\nYour feasty eyes won't make me fall apart\nYour turquoise and silver won't weaken this old heart\nYeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite\nI fell to the ground on a windy, windy night\n\nWell I have passed the test\nJust like all the rest\nBut never really understood\nThe reasons why I took it\nIn the first place\nAhh, in the first place",0 -701,Alias__Tarsier___Cub,calm,"'Cub One afternoon on the train\nThere was a child sitting beside me\nSmearing the glass\nWith his face and hands\n\nLet\'s look for things to do\nHe said, ""I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter""\n""Or can you curl your tongue like this?""\n""I can.""\n\nCuriosity clings\nIt\'s a roof weather tight\nFor this only son\nHe\'s buried in himself while\nThe world goes up for sale\nSitting beside him\nIt\'s like when a dog smiles\nThe wait is never long\nAnd conquering grows futile\n\nWhile the world\'s for sale\nHe\'s buried in himself\nI would sooner believe this star\nNot nearly 3 feet tall Embed', 'default'",2 -4983,Cat_Power___Good_Clean_Fun,sad,"""Good Clean Fun After this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\n\nAfter this there will be heads on different bodies\nAfter this there will be no more beautiful dresses\nAfter this there will be fast cast\n\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no more good clean fun\nI forgive you for the rest\nEven the whole time I was tested\nNobody does it better\nBaby, you're the best\n\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be so many good ones\n\nAfter this there will be less interest\nAfter this there will be no one\nNo one, no one\n\nHey, I'm really down on my luck\nHey, can I have something from you?\nBut it seems I have nothing to give\nIt seems you have nothing to give\n\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no more good clean fun\n\nI forgive you for the rest\nEven the whole time I was tested\nNobody does it better\nBaby, you're the best",1 -5124,Chantal_Kreviazuk___Time,happy,"""Time Time, where did you go?\nWhy did you leave me here alone?\nWait, don't go so fast\nI'm missing the moments as they pass\n\nNow I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer\nSo wait for me this time\n\nI'm down\nI'm down on my knees\nI'm begging for all your sympathy\nBut you, I'm just an illusion you don't seem to care I wish that I could\nYou humble people everywhere I don't mean to hurt you\nNow I've looked in the mirror and the world's getting clearer\nI'll take what you give me\nPlease know that I'm learning\nSo wait for me this time\n\nI should've know better\nAnd I shouldn't have wasted those days\nAnd afternoons and mornings\nI threw them all away\n\nNow\nThis is my time\nAnd I'm going to make this moment mine\nI shouldn't have wasted those days\n\nI'll take what you give me\nPlease know that I'm learning\nI've looked in the mirror\nMy world's getting clearer\nSo wait for me this time\n\nThis time, this time, this time\n\nOhhh, this time\nThis time\nThis time",0 -1550,AntiFlag___Bring_Out_Your_Dead,happy,"""Bring Out Your Dead Spend a lifetime working for these people\nTo make what is earned in one day\nThere are options to choose, I call it Social Progress\nProgress to not be abused\n\nThey were arrested for their views\nIt was the protesters they screwed\nAnd still had the nerve to ask\nWho I was voting for\nCause when you silence our youth\nThen you silence the truth\nOur right not to remain...\nYEAH!!!\n\nStart funding lives that move for changes\nNot funding leaders that oppress and use\nWhen politicians become nothing more but major corporations\nPosing as humans, real humans lose...\n\nThey were arrested for their views\nIt was the protesters they screwed\nAnd still had the nerve to ask\nWho I was voting for\nCause when you silence our youth\nThen you silence the truth\nOur right not to remain...\nSILENT!!!\n\nI won't remain\nI won't remain silent\nI won't remain\nI won't remain SILENT!!!!\n\nBring out your dead...\nOppression\nIntimidation\nSuppression",0 -3687,Blues_Traveler___Optimistic_Thought,happy,"'Optimistic Thought When she wakes it seems so shady\nShe remembers she\'s a lady\nAh, but could it be that maybe\nShe was having lots of fun?\nShe sees she\'s wearing leather\nIn her navel there\'s a feather\nShe just has to crack a smile\nAnd close her eyes, her prayer begun\n\nShe said ""Life I embrace you\nI shall honour and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again""\nAn explorer, he went wandering\nTo satisfy his pondering\nBasically meandering\nUnsure of what he\'d find\nBraving any danger\nBut to his family he\'s a stranger\nAnd from time to time he turns around\nAnd this runs through his mind\n\nHe said ""Life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again""\n\nThere\'s a multitude of story\nSome is clean and some is gory\nBut there is no need to worry\nIf you\'re sold or if you\'re bought\nWe\'re just spinning on some granite\nThat we like to call a planet\nAnd if you need to contemplate\nWell here\'s an optimistic thought\n Life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again\n\nOh, life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget againEmbed', 'default'",0 -703,Alice_Cooper___Lost_In_America,anger,"'Lost in America I can\'t get a girl cuz I ain\'t got a car\nI can\'t get a car cuz I ain\'t got a job\nI can\'t get a job cuz I ain\'t got a car\nSo I\'m looking for a girl with a job and a car\nDon\'t you know where you are\n\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\n\nI got a mom but I ain\'t got a dad\nMy dad\'s got a wife but she ain\'t my mom\nMom\'s looking for a man to be my dad\nBut I want my mom and dad to be my real mom and dad\nIs that so bad?\nOh, I think I\'ve been had\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\n\nWell, I live at the Se7en Eleven\nWell, I\'m tryin\' to play this guitar\nWell, I\'m learning ""Stairway to Heaven""\nCuz Heaven\'s where you are\n\nI can\'t go to school cuz I ain\'t got a gun\nI ain\'t got a gun cuz I ain\'t got a job\nI ain\'t got a job cuz I can\'t go to school\nSo I\'m looking for a girl with a gun and a job\nAnd a house with cable!\nDon\'t you know where you are\n\nHey man, you\'re\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nUh, uh uh uhh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nUh huh uh huh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nYeah-heah-heah-hey\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nA-hey-hey hey hey hey\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nA-duh-duh duh duh duh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nOh yeah I\'m lost Embed', 'default'",3 -775,Alice_Smith___Dream,happy,"""Dream When I wake up in the morning time, I\nLike to see you sleeping by my side, I\nThink about the nights we had before\nWanna give you this and more\nLet you know I truly adore you\n\nBeing with you, loving you this way is so sweet\nThe way you kiss me, you're making my knees go weak\nWe could be forever happy through rain or whatever\nNever gonna take the fantasy away from you\n[Chorus]\nI need to be everything you see in your dreams\nIt seems to me you'll never find another lover good as I\nTo give you all that you need\nAnd I'll be there to love you each and every night and all through the day, day, day, day\n\nThere was a time, I didn't have you around\nBack in them days, my heart never made a sound\nNow it's beating like my head's in the clouds\nNever doubt that I'ma always be down to hang around you\n\nYou're making me feel so good inside\nThe way I feel when you lovin' me makes me wanna cry\nAll the strength for the things you do, makin' my love dream come true\nMoving me to tell you that I love you\n\n[Chorus 3x]",0 -3219,Bizzy_Bone___Mercy_Mary,happy,"'Mercy Mary He meaning of a mother named ""mercy mary"" attack of the love, the hug that we steadily refuse\nWoo yeah it\'s coming back to me, we gon ride this, only one bizzy bizzy\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Maryhaha off top!\n\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me. Have no mercy?\n\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\n\nThe meaning of a mother named ""Mercy Mary""\nAttack of the love, the hug that steadily refuse\nEver suffer the trouble, the problem that picks at the very weary\nCall it disease, but baby I\'m just weeded, heated blazon, for those P.O.D\'ed\nHypno n moet jewel, for the few gon get the glee ton\nAll we r is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime\nIt\'s the mercenary of the whole team\nN puff the green, until we all with kings in the seas\nProblem\'s our knees up above ah\nPut it to Solva, yo baby ask for alcohol in the wrong y\'all I won\'t bust no drama\nTo the pack of Dom of Perignon or Malarial? it\'s all here\nAin\'t no Hollywood, my bid is Hollyhood n the souls got hustle\nKill can u feel that Mista Ripsta, hmm I just can\'t breath\nHmm be ready to d-lo these plz rest in peace\nIn a death the souls will increase\nTill they each get ready for the son of Mary\nHurry in the case of each of my mercenary\'s\nMercenary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, mercenary\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me\n\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\n\nYo while they like or not, gotta leave us alone, Hey!\nLet\'s tell em ""get up off of our ass"" n what if don\'t say?\nWhat do they know about love, what do they know about home, home\nBeautiful doves and plenty of love, I say it again if u want now come on\nI\'m loyally walking, n praying, n talking about my day upon my heartache\nKinda had saw, my feet is my car, we specially dark, shhhh ahh\nBut people they saw me again n they get on the road, u already know\nThe quicker, the better I\'m felling about but I live in the dropalarm?\nNobody is better we keeping it moving, it\'s hard as ever, forgive what I\'ve done\nN repent in our dues, n know what I do\'s, n keeping it cool, now what do we loose?\nWe keepin it moving, n rapping ""so lord forgive what I done"" n singing our dues\nAnd living our dues, tell me what do we choose\nMercenary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, mercenary\n\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\n\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me\n\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\n They keep on telling me I don\'t know nothing, I like that, but I fight that\nJesus insight that ""And baby Bryon u can go and re sight that""\nYeah, to the pipe line, tell em how much u love me\nGotta string on chain game, Pauly? I know u hug me\nA cynical so political let me tickle your mind\nI\'m kissing the ground\nI love u daddy, the lord is so profound\nStay out of that flesh for me, no problem, gonna let em pass em\nMy oppression is fitted with fine brass, at last\n\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\n\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go1Embed', 'default'",0 -3955,Boston___Party,happy,"""Party [Verse 1]\nOh yeah, well you know I don't get off on working day after day\nI wanna have some fun while I'm here\nI play the game when its going my way\nAnd theres nothing like a party when its kicking into gear\n\nIm getting ready for a party tonight\nYes Im getting ready to cruise\nAnd if you've got something for me\nIve got something for you\n[Chorus]\nBaby, its a party and nobody cares\nWhat we're doing there\nBaby, its a party as long as you're there\nIts a party, party, party\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't believe it when some people say\nThat it's a sin that way we live to die\nYou know, there's never been a more natural thing\nThere's a brand new story, but it's the same old lie\n\nSo come on get ready for the time of your life\nCause I'm getting right in the groove\nAnd if you've got something for me\nIve got something for you\n\n[Chorus]\nSo come on, oh come on, let's go get down\n\n[Verse 3]\nGet down and party if you need a cue\nYou're sure to find one in the crowd\nJust meet your friends and have a toke or two\nIn a place where they can never play the music too loud\n And get ready for a party tonight\nCause Im getting right in the groove\nAnd if you've got something for me\nIve got something for you\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 4]\nNow a man doesn't live on bread alone\nHe's got to have some loving each and every night\nAnd a woman's got to have it if the truth be known\nLet's get together honey, it's alright\nI said, let's get together honey, it's alright\nSo come on, let's get together honey, it's alright\n\n[Outro]\nAww, get down\nGet down and party ",0 -5237,Chiara_Civello___Here_Is_Everything,happy,"""Here is everything Walking on my way from you\nThe sun is gone\nAnd all my thoughts turn blue\nWhile I go down this road alone\nFinally I'm just taking my time\nTo carve our past into a stone\n\nHere is the day you found me\nHere is the music by the sea\nHere is our trip on a sinking ship\nHere is the wine that made us free\nHere is a dream no one else will see\nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid\nHere is the time I borrowed\nHere is the peace I didn't know, didn't know\n\nYou've been stepping on broken glass\nWhile I'm waiting for it to pass\nHere is the hope that didn't last\n\nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid\n\nHere is my tear for losing you\nHere is my care and here's my gratitude\nI'm heading on to the break of dawn\nHere is the song that took me so long\nHere is my love and solitude\nHere is my love and here's my solitude\n\nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid",0 -9322,Foo_Fighters___Best_Of_You,sad,"""Best of You [Verse 1]\nI've got another confession to make\nI'm your fool\nEveryone's got their chains to break\nHoldin' you\nWere you born to resist\nOr be abused?\n\n[Chorus]\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nAre you gone and on to someone new?\n[Verse 2]\nI needed somewhere to hang my head\nWithout your noose\nYou gave me something that I didn't have\nBut had no use\nI was too weak to give in\nToo strong to lose\nMy heart is under arrest again\nBut I break loose\nMy head is giving me life or death\nBut I can't choose\nI swear I'll never give in\nI refuse\n\n[Chorus]\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt's real, the pain you feel\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you? Oh\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n [Chorus]\nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt's real, the pain you feel\nThe life, the love you'd die to heal\nThe hope that starts the broken hearts\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\n\n[Verse 3]\nI've got another confession, my friend\nI'm no fool\nI'm getting tired of starting again\nSomewhere new\nWere you born to resist\nOr be abused?\nI swear I'll never give in\nI refuse\n\n[Chorus]\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt's real, the pain you feel\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you? Oh29 ",1 -2443,Bandits_of_the_Acoustic_Revolution___Heres_To_Life,happy,"""Here’s To Life How did Camus really die that night?\nWere they right when he died was it really his time?\nOr was it suicide?\nAnd Holden Caufield is a friend of mine\nWe go drinking from time to time\nAnd I find: it gets harder every time\n\nThree went down But only two of them come up again\nThe minimal is criminal but less is a sin\nThough three went down But only two of them come up again\nI'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win\nHemingway never seemed to mind the banalities of a normal life\nAnd I find: it gets harder every time\nSo he aimed a shotgun into the blue\nPlaced his face in between the two and sighed:\nHere's to life!\n\nThree went down But only two of them come up again\nThe minimal is criminal but less is a sin\nThough three went down But only two of them come up again\nI'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win\n\nHey there Salinger, what did you do?\nJust when the world was looking to you\nTo write anything that meant anything\nYou told us you were through\nAnd it's been years since you passed away\nBut I see no plaque, and I see no grave\nAnd I can't help believing you wanted it that way\n\nVincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?\nYou were on your way to heaven but the road was steep\nAnd who was there to break your fall?\nWe're guilty, one and all\nAnd I don't know much, but I do know this:\nWith a golden heart comes a rebel fist\nAnd I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit\n And it makes me sick when I think of it\nAll my heroes could not live with this\nAnd I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did\nAnd K.D.C. you were much too young\nAnd you changed my life\nBut I draw the line at suicide\nSo here's to life! ",0 -2738,Belle__Sebastian___Wrapped_Up_In_Books,happy,"'Wrapped Up in Books It was pretty bright, up on the rainbow bridge tonight\nI could see into your window although you’re far away\nYou were racing in a car\nBeside a boy, you just don’t know if he is up for\nWhat you have in mind\nIf he is up for what you have in mind\n\nChange is on the cards, but this time it will be hard\nBut I never want to leave you\nWe’ve never had a fight\nYou should never split a pole\nYou should never split at all\nI wish I had two paths I could follow\nI’d write the ending without any sorrow\nI will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there\nI will wrap my hands around you\nSo I know it will be fine\n\nWe’ve got a fantasy affair\nWe didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare\nOur aspirations are wrapped up in books\nOur inclinations are hidden in looks\n\nSummer’s hastening on\nI’m trying to get a feeling from\nThe city but I’ve been unfaithful\nI’ve been traveling abroad\n\nWe’ve got a fantasy affair\nWe didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare\nBut the fantasy remains\nYou better come back to Earth again\nOur aspirations are wrapped up in books\nOur inclinations are hidden in looksSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1Embed', 'default'",0 -593,Al_Jarreau___Let_Me_Love_You,happy,"""Let Me Love You Must have been that something you told me\nWhispered just the other day\nSaid that you'd be leaving tomorrow\nBut there's got to be some other way\nTo bring you closer\nCan we look closer\nWould you stay with me\n\nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nI can love you tenderly\nI just can't believe that it's over\nYou looked at me and said goodbye\nBut deep inside my heart keeps on dreamin' baby\nCause there's still that look of love in your eye\nWhen we were lovers\nSo close to each other\nWhen our love was free\n\nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nYes, I can love you tenderly\nSo tenderly\nLet me love you, tenderly\n\nBRIDGE:\nLove is patient\nLove is a gift\nDon't you know\nAll this time\nI have been searchin\nFor a love land\nWhere we can live, together\n Live forever\nLive together\nLive forever\nWould you stay with me\n\nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nI can love you tenderly\n\nREPEAT CHORUS 3x ",0 -1828,Arcturus___White_Noise_Monster,sad,"""White Noise Monster Crowded mind working overtime\nIn a shrinking, stinking shrine\nA presence arrives just out of sight\nHides in the maze, collects all mistakes\n\nWhite noise withering weed of deeds\nWorshipping wild filth in the temple of guilt\nFiling its womb with pleasure and doom\n\nMonstrous urban paranoia\nSweeping over my minefield mind\nTrigging random horrors\nCause and effect is a bittersweet sect\nAnd I'm a priest of loons, carrier of wounds\nA battle-fatigued random seed\nPlaced on this earth and fucked up from birth\nI say, who?.. Who gives a flying shit anyway?\nCome on conquest at those, what do you say?\nIn a room without view I, cold-sweating and drew\nMy theories of everything and anything would do\nReading the mind of mankind's daemon\nPushing the line forward all the time\nA deep-space satellite on light-speed depressed\nTorn and obsessed by a lifetime of jests",1 -301,Ace_of_Base___Donnie,happy,"""Donnie [Verse 1]\nDonnie's got a secret and you know it\nHe was yours, in the summertime, yeah\nAbout ten years ago\nHe promised you to stay forever\nLive with you\nIt's so bittersweet now\nWhen you know what you lost\n\n[Chorus]\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side\nDonnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for one by one\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted day and night\nBut Donnie had a girlfriend: tender, sexy, sweet and blonde\n[Verse 2]\nHe's always on your mind\nThe season changes\nYears went by\nBut that chapter of love stays unfinished for you\nKeep on dancing through your new life\nMaybe, make a move\nMake him see you again\nAs the flower you are\n\n[Chorus]\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side\nDonnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for one by one\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted day and night\nBut Donnie had a girlfriend: tender, sexy, sweet and blonde\n\n[Verse 3]\nIn the summer time, yeah\nIn the summer time, life was easy\nOn the beach you had him long ago\nIn the summer time, yeah\nIn the summer time, life was easy\nOn the beach you had him long ago\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side...",0 -3202,Bishop_Allen___Flight_180,sad,"'Flight 180 It\'s like you took the giant Christmas tree\nAt Rockefeller Center and\nYou spread it out paper thin\nBut you were careful not to break a bulb\nAnd then you mirrored it a million fold\nTo shine and shine and shine along\n\nThere\'s a tap on my knee\n""Bring up your seat back please,"" she says\nBut I know she means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nSome of the lights below\nShine directly on the people I know\nTheir lives take such strange shapes\nBut how together they appear from above\nI guess that could be love\nMy friends, my friends, I\'m coming home\n\nAnd then the captain speaks\n""It\'s clear and 44 degrees.""\nBut I know he means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\n\nBut I\'ve been out past the lights\nTo where the jagged black begins\nI let my heels sink in the sand\nAnd the ocean soaked its teeth\nAnd the cold cuts through my feet\nI\'m stretched out on and on and on\n\nHow disconnected\nI can feel the ground\nLike I\'m shining all alone\nI don\'t wanna be, so\nBefore I go to bed tonight\nI signal up to the passing flights\nHit the lights, the lights, the lights, the lights\n And now the man in the middle seat\nRecites his times tables audibly\nBut I know he means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nDance with me\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nDance with me2Embed', 'default'",1 -2080,Atomic_Kitten___See_Ya,happy,"""See Ya [Intro: All]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nOoh, ooh\nOh, baby\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nCheck it out now\nOoh, ooh\nCheck it out now\n\n[Verse 1: Liz]\nI've been looking and been searching, oh baby\nFor the one who'll be true ooh, ooh\nAnd I thought that I had found him, oh boy\nBut now I know it's not you ooh, ooh\n[Pre-Chorus: Kerry]\n'Cause you can see me running\nBut you're standing still\nYou don't believe it's coming\nBut you know that it will\n\n[Chorus: All]\nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn't wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou're not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo\n\n[Verse 2: Liz]\nWell there's plenty more where you came from\nSo I think I'll go fish ooh, ooh\nThere's a great big ocean out there\nAnd boy, you're not my favourite dish ooh, ooh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: All]\n'Cause you can see me sinking\nLike I told you so\nI need a new direction\nBut you won't let me go\n\n[Chorus: All]\nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn't wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou're not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo\nCheck it out now ooh, ooh\n [Bridge: All]\n'Cause you can see me running\nBut you're standing still\nYou don't believe it's coming\nBut you know that it will\n\n[Chorus: All]\nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn't wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou're not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah oh, baby\nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn't wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou're not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo ",0 -4620,CALLA___Rise,sad,"""Rise Surely it's a waste of time\nYou hold me highly, I suppose it's fine\nI feel worthy 'cause I've gained your trust\nI've done it for myself\n\nI have eaten on a cold dead horse\nI have wandered down a blind man's course\nI have promised everything will be fine\nI don't say this to no one else\n\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nGot home pretty late last night\nWhere's that scratch from, did you get in a fight?\nI have told you over, over again\nYou should stand up for yourself\n\nScared it was about your size\nLook, don't worry, I can see it in your eyes\nStrength in numbers is the chef fireman\nDon't say this to no one else\n\nAnyway you look at this\nThere's nothing you could do\nCalm yourself and evade yourself\nRemember I'm with you\n\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\n\nIf you want to follow\nDon't leave the light on\nDon't leave the light on with her\nDon't leave the light on",1 -3249,Björk___Earth_Intruders,sad,"""Earth Intruders [Chorus 1]\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nTurmoil!\nCarnage!\n\n[Chorus 2]\nHere come the earth intruders\nWe are the paratroopers\nStampede of sharp shooters\nCome straight from voodoo\n[Chorus 3]\nWith our feet thumping\nWith our feet marching\nGrinding skeptics\nInto the soil\n\n[Verse 1]\nShower of goodness coming to\nEnd the doubt pouring over\nShower of goodness\nComing to end\n\n[Chorus 4]\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the sharp shooters\nFlock of parachuters\nNecessary voodoo\n\n[Verse 2]\nI have guided my bones\nThrough some voltage\nAnd love them still\nAnd love them too\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nMetallic!\nCarnage!\nFuriocity!\nFeel the speed!\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Chorus 4]\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the sharp shooters\nFlock of parachuters\nNecessary voodoo\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere is turmoil out there\nCarnage, rambling\nWhat is to do but dig?\nDig bones out of earth\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nMud graves!\nTimber!\nMorbid trenches!\n\n[Chorus 5]\nHere come the earth intruders\nThere'll be no resistance\nWe are the canoneerers\nNecessary voodoo\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd the beast\nWith many heads\nAnd the arms rolling\nSteamroller\n[Chorus 1]\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\n\n[Outro]\nForgive us, tribe\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nMarching\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nMarching\nMarching\nMarching\nMarching16 ",1 -509,Aimee_Mann___Video,sad,"'Video [Verse 1]\nTell me why I feel so bad, honey\nTV\'s flat and nothing is funny\nI get sad and stuck in a cone of silence\nLike a big balloon with nothing for ballast\nLabeled like a bottle for Alice\nDrink me down or I\'ll drown in a sea of giants\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd tell me, ""Baby, baby, I love you\nIt\'s nonstop memories of you\nIt\'s like a video of you playing\nIt\'s all loops of seven-hour kisses\nCut with a couple near-misses\nBack to the scene of the actor saying:\n\'Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?\'""\n[Verse 2]\nTell me why I feel so bad, honey\nFighting left me plenty of money\nBut didn\'t keep the promise of memory lapses\nLike a building that\'s been slated for blasting\nI\'m the proof that nothing is lasting\nCounting to eleven as it collapses\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd tell me, ""Baby, baby, I love you\nIt\'s nonstop memories of you\nIt\'s like a video of you playing\nIt\'s all loops of seven-hour kisses\nCut with a couple near-misses\nBack to the scene of the actor saying:\n\'Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?\'""\n\n[Outro]\nBaby, baby, I love you\nBaby, baby, I love you\nBut baby, I feel so badSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 Embed', 'default'",1 -9505,Franz_Ferdinand___The_Fallen_Ruined_By_Justice,happy,"'The Fallen Ruined by Justice So they say you\'re trouble, boy\nJust because you like to destroy\nAll the things that bring the idiots joy\nWell, what\'s wrong with a little destruction?\n\nAnd the Kunst won\'t talk to you\n\'Cause you kissed St. Rollox adieu\n\'Cause you robbed a supermarket or two\nWell, who gives a damn about the profits at Tesco?\n\nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTurn the rich into wine as you walk down the mean\nThe fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nYeah, we\'re all...\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nDrink to the devil\nAnd death to the doctors\n\nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nWell, five thousand users fed today\nOh as you feed us, won\'t you lead us\nTo be blessed\n\nSo we stole and drank champagne\nOn the seventh seal, you said you never feel pain\n""I never feel pain, won\'t you hit me again?\nI need a bit of black and blue to be in rotation.""\n\nIn my blood, I feel the bubbles burst\nThere was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst\nYou\'ve a lazy laugh and a red white shirt\nI fall to the floor, fainting at the sight of blood\n\nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTurn the rich into wine, walking the mean\nBe they Magdalene or virgin- you\'ve already been\nYou\'ve already been and we\'ve already seen\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nTo be blessed\n La la la la la la la\n\nSo, I\'m sorry if I ever resisted\nI never had a doubt that you ever existed\nI only have a problem when people insist on\nTaking their hate placing it on your name\n\nSo they say you\'re trouble, boy\nJust because you like to destroy-\nYou are the word, the word is \'destroy\'\nI break this bottle and think of you fondly\n\nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTo the whore in a hostel or the scum of a scheme\nTurn the rich into wine, walking the mean\nIt\'s not a jag in the arm, it\'s a nail in the beam\nOn this barren Earth, you scatter your seed\nBe they Magdalene or virgin, you\'ve already been\nYeah, you\'ve already been\nAnd we\'ve already seen that the-\n\nWhoo hoo\nWhoo hoo\nx4\nYou\'ve already been, we\'ve already seen\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us\nIf you judge us\nWe\'re all damnedEmbed', 'default'",0 -1605,Antony__The_Johnsons___What_Can_I_Do,sad,"""What Can I Do? What can I do\nWhen the bird's got to die\nWhat can I do\nWhen she's too weak to fly\nWhat can I do\nWhen she's calling my name\nShe's crying\nMama, Help me to live\nWhat can I do",1 -7221,Dinosaur_Jr___Gargoyle,sad,"""Gargoyle [Chorus]\nI see you every once in a while\nForget where I was standing stood\nEyes glazed with apprehension\nCould it ever have been that good\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe virgin's escaping\nWill is fading\nAnother couple locks ones attention\nHow did I believe this fool\nNon-stop degradation waiting until\nNothing can ever be the same\n[Verse 2]\nThe virgin's escaping\nWill is fading\nEveryone tries their hand at love\nIt's just up to hope that all in amour\nEveryone in which you've found\nBest known by its? Cure\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nWill is fading",1 -6250,DUNCAN_SHEIK___Lo_and_Behold,sad,"""Lo and Behold Simeon, he was a man\nHeld his heart out in his hand\nA hollow land of autumn breeze\nEvenings in the brittle rain\nLeaves that fill the barren plain\nWith simple pain embroideries\nIn the temple yesterday\nWas a man, who came to pray\nWho couldn't stay and couldn't leave\n\nSo, he feel down on his knees\nSued for grace and sued for peace\nA little ease, and not to grieve\nMarion, she met a man\nTook her to Jerusalem\nTo take a stand, escape a scene\nTo wander in the honey sea\nDrink the milk of Memory\nAnd never be herself again\nIn the temple yesterday\nWas a woman came to pray\nWho couldn't say, and couldn't see\nSo, she fell down on her knees\nSued for grace and sued for peace\nSued the priest to set her free\n\nLo, lo and behold\nLo, lo and behold",1 -3148,Billy_Joel___New_York_State_Of_Mind,sad,"""New York State of Mind [Piano Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nSome folks like to get away\nTake a holiday from the neighborhood\nHop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood\nBut I'm taking a Greyhound\nOn the Hudson River line\nI'm in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh\n[Verse 2]\nI've seen all the movie stars\nIn their fancy cars and their limousines\nBeen high in the Rockies\nUnder the evergreens\nI know what I'm needing\nAnd I don't want to waste more time\nI'm in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh\n\n[Bridge]\nIt was so easy living day by day\nOut of touch with the rhythm and blues\nBut now I need a little give and take\nThe New York Times, the Daily News\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt comes down to reality\nAnd it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide\nI don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside\nI don't have any reasons I left them all behind\nI'm in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh, oh yeah\n\n[Saxophone Solo]\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 [Bridge]\nIt was so easy living day by day\nOut of touch with the rhythm and blues\nBut now I need a little give and take\nThe New York Times, the Daily News\nWho-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt comes down to reality\nAnd it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide\nI don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside\nI don't have any reasons I left them all behind\nI'm in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh\n\n[Outro]\nI'm just taking a Greyhound\nOn the Hudson River line\n'Cause I'm in a, I'm in a New York\nState of mind, yeah7 ",1 -7140,Dido___The_Day_Before_The_Day,sad,"""The Day Before the Day [Verse 1]\nSpeeches won't be made today, clocks will carry on\nFlowers won't be left in parks, work will still be done\nPeople won't be dressed in black, babies will be born\nNo flags will fly, the sun will rise but we will know that you are gone\n\n[Chorus]\nYou who loved to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt wakes me every single night thinking through the day\nDid you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage?\nOr were you calm or were you numb, or happy just to get it done?\nI've lived my life without regret until today\n[Chorus]\nAnd you who loved to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough\n\n[Verse 3]\nI didn't get to say goodbye the day before the day\nWas trying to get to work on time that's why I turned away\nAnd missed the most important thing you ever tried to say\nI've lived my life without regret until today\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd you who love to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough\nAnd you who hoped that underneath\nWe all felt the same\nThat was until the day before the day, the day before the day\nThe day before the day, oh the day before the day\nThe day before the day, oh the day before the day\nOh the day before the day, oh the day before the day 2 ",1 -8365,Enrique_Iglesias___Do_You_Know_The_Ping_Pong_Song,happy,"'Do You Know? The Ping Pong Song [Intro]\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n[Verse 1]\nIf birds flying south is a sign of changes\nAt least you can predict this every year\nLove, you never know the minute it ends suddenly\nI can\'t get it to speak\nMaybe finding all the things it took to save us\nI could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me\nLook in your eyes to see something about me\nI\'m standing on the edge and I don\'t know what else to give\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nHow can I love you? How can I love you?\nHow can I love you? How can I love you?\nIf you just don\'t talk to me, babe\n\n[Verse 2]\nFlowin\' through my head\nIs the question, ""Is she needing\nAnother side of a man I cannot be?""\nLooking at the last three years like I did\nI can never see us ending like this\nDo you know?\nSeeing your face no more on my pillow\nIs a scene that\'s never happened to me\nDo you know?\nBut after this episode I don\'t see\nYou could never tell how the next day life could be\n [Chorus]\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like you don\'t know how it feels\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away? you don\'t know how it feels\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like you don\'t know how it feels\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed? you don\'t know how it feels\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n[Outro]\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?6Embed', 'default'",0 -4430,Bruce_Springsteen___Out_In_The_Street,anger,"""Out in the Street [Verse 1]\nPut on your best dress, baby\nAnd darling, fix your hair up right\n'Cause there's a party, honey\nWay down beneath the neon lights\nAll day, you've been working that hard line\nNow tonight, you're gonna have a good time\n\n[Verse 2]\nI work five days a week, girl\nLoading crates down on the dock\nI take my hard-earned money\nAnd meet my girl down on the block\nAnd Monday when the foreman calls time\nI've already got Friday on my mind\nWhen that whistle blows, girl, I'm down the street\nI'm home, I'm out of my work clothes\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk\nWhen I'm out in the street\nWhen I'm out in the street\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I'm out in the street, girl\nWell, I never feel alone\nWhen I'm out in the street, girl\nIn the crowd, I feel at home\nThe black-and-whites they cruise by\nAnd they watch us from the corner of their eye\nBut there ain't no doubt, girl, down here\nWe ain't gonna take what they're handing out\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk\n\nBaby, out in the street, I don't feel sad or blue\nBaby, out in the street, I'll be waiting for you\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 When the whistle blows\nGirl, I'm down the street\nI'm home, I'm out of my work clothes\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I'm out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk\n\nWhen I'm out in the street\nPretty girls, they're all passing by\nWhen I'm out in the street\nFrom the corner, we give them the eye\n\nBaby, out in the street I just feel all right\nMeet me out in the street, little girl, tonight\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nI'm talking out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nI'm talking out in the street1 ",3 -5906,Cowboy_Junkies___Cold_Tea_Blues,sad,"'Cold Tea Blues If I pour your cup, that is friendship\nIf I add your milk, that is manners\nIf I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste\nThat is tea\n\nBut if I measure the sugar\nTo satisfy your expectant tongue\nThen that is love\nBut if I measure the sugar\nTo satisfy your expectant tongue\nThen that is love\nSitting untouched and growing coldSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 Embed', 'default'",1 -303,Ace_of_Base___Love_In_December,happy,"""Love in December We had a million of days\nI know that our time has run out\nYou're my everlasting groove\nForget the past, for the time to come\nIn all our thoughts and we will meet again\nNever leave me out here in the cold\nI sing for my never-ending dream\n\nLove in December, I will always remember\nOur summer with passion, a fatal attraction\nColors are fading like the leaves in November\nWhat's left of the magic?\nWe had a million of days...\n\nLove in December...\nWhat's left of the magic we felt in the spring time?\n\n'Cause there's a place in the world\nI know where I rather would be\nIn the fairy tales of love\nWhere everything has a happy end\nA world my friend in Fantasia land\nWe will be together all the time, my friend\nIn the fairy tales of love\n\nLove in December...\n\nFor a moment a touch could feel\nLike a vision of an angel\nHas our love and desire dissappeared forever?\nAlways longing to have you near\nFeel the power and the passion\nFeel me slipping from your hands\nPlease break my fall\n\nLove in December...\n\nLove in December...\n Love in December...\n\nLove in December... ",0 -3145,Billy_Joel___Youre_Only_Human_Second_Wind,calm,"""You’re Only Human Second Wind [Verse 1]\nOoh-ooh yeah ooh\nYou're having a hard time and lately you don't feel so good\nYou're getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's alright It's alright, sometimes that's what it takes\nYou're only human You're allowed to make your share of mistakes Only human ooh-ooh\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou better believe there will be times in your life\nWhen you'll be feeling like a stumbling fool\nSo take it from me you'll learn more from your accidents\nThan anything that you could ever learn at school\n[Refrain]\nDon't forget your second wind\nSooner or later you'll get your second wind\n\n[Verse 3]\nOoh-ooh yeah\nIt's not always easy to be living in this world of pain\nYou're gonna be crashing into stone walls again and again\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's alright It's alright though you feel your heart break\nYou're only human You're gonna have to deal with heartache\nYou're only human\n\n[Verse 4]\nJust like a boxer in a title fight\nYou got to walk in that ring all alone Oh oh oh oh\nYou're not the only one who's made mistakes\nBut they're the only thing that you can truly call your own\n\n[Refrain]\nDon't forget your second wind\nWait in that corner until that breeze blows in\n\n[Bridge]\nYou've been keeping to yourself these days\n'Cause you're thinking everything's gone wrong\nSometimes you just want to lay down and die\nThat emotion can be so strong\nBut hold on\n'Til that old second wind comes along\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 Only human ooh-ooh\nOnly human\n\n[Bridge]\nYou probably don't want to hear advice from someone else\nBut I wouldn't be telling you if I hadn't been there myself\nIt's alright It's alright, s-sometimes that's what it takes hahaha\nWe're only human, We're supposed to make mistakes Only human ooh-ooh\n\nBut I survived all those long lonely days Oh oh oh oh\nWhen it seemed I did not have a friend\n'Cause all I needed was a little faith\nSo I could catch my breath and face the world again\n\n[Refrain]\nDon’t forget your second wind\nSooner or later you’ll feel that momentum kick in\nOne more time\nDon’t forget your second wind\nSooner or later you’ll feel that momentum kick in\n\n[Outro]\nDon’t forget your second wind Only human ooh-ooh\nDon’t forget your second wind only human\nSecond wind\nDon’t forget your second wind Only human ooh ooh\nOnly human1 ",2 -5620,Cocorosie___Gallows,calm,"""Gallows [Verse 1]\nIt was just before the moon hung her weary heavy head in\nThe gallows and the graves of the milky, milky cradle\nHis tears have turned to poppies, a shimmer in the midnight\nA flower in the twilight, a flower in the twilight\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey took him to the gallows, he fought them all the way though\nAnd when they asked us how we knew his name\nWe died just before him, our eyes are in the flowers\nOur hands are in the branches, our voices in the breezes\n[Chorus]\nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe're waiting by the willow, our milky milky cradle\nOur lockets long have rusted, his picture worn and weathered\nOur hair is in the garden, our voices in our toeses\nOur limbs are in the blossoms, our eyes are in the branches\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree\nOur screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree 2 ",2 -9531,Fredrika_Stahl___Oh_Sunny_Sunny_Day,happy,"'Oh Sunny Sunny Day Oh sunny sunny day\nI\'ve never felt this way\nMy heart so light\nThe sight so bright\nOh honey honey say?\nDid you make me this way?\nMade me take life with ease\nSo darling won\'t you...\n\nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play?\nSunny sunny day\nYou make my heart sway\nYou make me sing\nWith all light you bring\nOh darling darling love\nYou\'re a gift from above\nNow quit your foolish game of tease\nAnd honey won\'t you please...\n\nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play?\n\nDon\'t let the sun go down on this day\nCan\'t it stay for ever this way?\nBut before our joy will cease\nOh honey, honey won\'t you please...\n\nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play?"" Embed', 'default'",0 -6309,Dan_Auerbach___Heartbroken__In_Disrepair,sad,"""Heartbroken, In Disrepair [Verse 1]\nThere is no light, there is no charm charm\nAll my belongings, I hold in one arm arm\nUnder the bridge, asleep in the shade shade\nAll of the terrible choices that I made\n\n[Chorus]\nSearching for light, gasping for air\nHeartbroken, in disrepair\n\n[Verse 2]\nGod may forgive me, but that's not enough enough\n'Cause I gotta live with myself, 'till I'm dust dust\nJust walk on by, if we pass on the street street\nSometimes in battle, it's best to retreat\n[Chorus]\nSearching for light, gasping for air\nHeartbroken, in disrepair 1 ",1 -3623,Blue_Magic___Sideshow,happy,"""Sideshow [Intro]\nHurry, hurry, step right up\nSee the saddest show in town for only fifty cents\n\n[Verse 1]\nStep right up, hurry, hurry\nBefore the show begins, my friends\nStand in line, get your tickets\nI hope you will attend\nIt'll only cost you fifty cents to see\nWhat life has done to those like you and me\n[Verse 2]\nSee the man with the broken heart\nYou'll see that he is sad\nHe hurts so bad So bad, so bad\nSee the girl who has lost\nThe only love she ever had\nThere's got to be no sadder show to see\nNo doubt about it, satisfaction's guaranteed\n\n[Chorus]\nSo let the sideshow begin\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin, hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\n\n[Verse 3]\nSee the man who's been cryin'\nFor a million years\nSo many tears So many tears\nSee the girl who's collected\nBroken hearts for souvenirs\nIt's more exciting than a one man band\nThe saddest little show in all the land\n [Chorus]\nSo let the sideshow begin, hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\n\n[Chorus/Outro]\nSo let the sideshow begin Hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin Step right on in\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan't afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry Hurry, hurry\nLet the sideshow begin... ",0 -4596,Butcher_Boy___Trouble_And_Desire,happy,"""Trouble And Desire I'm screaming in my sleep, I'm tired of the cool contempt of irony. These scenes disturb my dreams, the words you whisper to me don't mean anything\nMy lips are black, and you can laugh but trouble comes in threes and will be coming back. You fall to rise, you sink to climb, there's no romance or beauty here, just trouble and desire\nI'm choking on a curse, my heart's a glitter ball exploding in reverse. I'm not too tender, and I've done the best I can with these two sleepy hands\nAnd clacking teeth submit a plea - to live between the pillow and the dirty dream. I'm far too old, I'm far too cold, I don't want any trouble I just want to find a way home",0 -8127,Elton_John___The_Heart_Of_Every_Girl,calm,"""The Heart of Every Girl [Verse 1]\nIn the heart of every girl\nThere's a woman waking up\nLike sunlight spreads across the world\nA smile for us is just enough\nBut in the heart of every girl\nThere's a homespun family dream\nA light that's filled with so much joy\nFrom a curly-head beauty to a teenage queen\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe'll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl\n[Verse 2]\nIn the heart of every girl\nThere's always room for Valentines\nAnd boys to kneel and tip their hands\nWith words as sweet as summer wine\nAnd in the heart of every girl\nThere is a rose for every spring\nA peach that's fragrant and divine\nShe shines just like a wedding ring\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe'll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl\n\n[Bridge]\nEyes can light up any room\nThe moment she steps in\nIntoxicating everyone\nA life alone should be a sin\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe'll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Outro]\nIn the heart of every girl ",2 -1172,Amy_Winehouse___There_Is_No_Greater_Love,sad,"""There Is No Greater Love [Verse]\nThere is no greater love\nThan what I feel for you\nNo sweeter song, no heart so true\nThere is no greater thrill\nThan what you bring to me\nNo sweeter song\nThan what you sing, sing to me, ooh\nYou're the sweetest thing\nThat I've ever known\nAnd to think that you are mine, you are mine alone\nThere is no greater love\nIn all the world, it's true\nNo greater love\nThan what I feel for you 2 ",1 -7101,Diana_Ross___Youve_Changed,calm,"""You’ve Changed [Verse 1:]\nYou've changed\nThat sparkle in your eyes is gone\nYour smile is just a careless yawn\nYou're breaking my heart\nYou've changed\n\nYou've changed\nYour kiss is now so blase\nYou're bored with me in every way\nI can't understand\nYou've changed\n[Verse 2:]\nYou've forgotten the words\nI love you\nEach memory that we've shared\nYou ignore every star above you\nI can't realise you ever cared\n\nYou've changed\nYou're not the angel I once knew\nNo need to tell me that we're through\nIt's all over now\nYou've changed",2 -2739,Belle__Sebastian___The_Boy_Done_Wrong_Again,sad,"""The Boy Done Wrong Again [Verse 1]\nThe boy done wrong again\nHang your head in shame and cry your life away\nThe boy done wrong again\nHang your head in shame and cry your life away\nAre you okay now?\n\n[Verse 2]\nOn Saturday I was an angel shining fair\nYou shone louder, longer\nYou put my shine to shame\nPut me to shame now\n[Verse 3]\nWhat is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?\nWhat is it I must do?\nI would do it all the time\nDo it all the time, now\n\n[Chorus]\nAll that I wanted was to sing the saddest song\nAnd if you would sing along I will be happy now\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe woodland spring has put the darkness from your thinking\nIf this town's your sinking ship\nThen you know where to jump\nTalking dirty for a hobby, that's all right\nPour another glass of wine\nI'll think of England this time\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I wanted was to sing the saddest song\nAnd if you would sing along\nOh, if you would sing along\nIf you'd only sing along\nI would be happierSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1 ",1 -8805,Faith_No_More___Jizzlobber,sad,"""Jizzlobber [Verse 1]\nThey will sum it all up in a sentence\nA verdict made by those who know\nI'm ready to make a commitment\nI'm willing to make love to concrete\n\n[Chorus]\nSmiles, bruises\nSmiles, bruises\nBars in the womb\nI hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch\nMy time is spilt milk\n[Verse 2]\nMy skin is a layer of soot\nI'm spending my days scrubbing\nI'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened\nNo one left to blame, no one left to blame, no one left to blame\nI'm trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell\nNo one left to blame, no one left to blame, no one left to blame\n\n[Chorus]\nSmiles, bruises\nSmiles, bruises\nBars in the womb\nI hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch\nMy time is spilt milk\n\n[Bridge]\nCruel world sleeps above me\nMounting and teasing\n\n[Outro]\nI am what I've done\nI am what I've done\nI'm sorry\nSorry\nSorry\nSorry 1 ",1 -8563,Eternal_Tears_Of_Sorrow___Tears_Of_Autumn_Rain,sad,"'Tears of Autumn Rain It\'s autumn night, the pale moon reveals my emptiness\nAnd my hollow wrath and fear inside\nI close my eyes to sense her nightly lust once again\nBut my rage and thirst won\'t fade away\n\nThe nightly mist, the scent of autumn in my heart\nI can hear the winter\'s song again\nMy will of life falls away like golden leaves\nI\'m just a flame who dies in shades\n\nLet me feel your pain, tears of autumn rain\nWords of blood on the shore: ""There is light no more""\nFreezing gale of the night silenced the stream of life\nLay us down to sleep on the crimson leaves Embed', 'default'",1 -3445,Blank__Jones___Beyond_Time,happy,"'Beyond Time Beyond time\nBeyond time\nBeyond time\n... Embed', 'default'",0 -4175,Brenda_Lee___Here_Comes_That_Feeling,happy,"""Here Comes That Feeling Here comes that feeling again, and it ain't right\nThat lonely feeling that come to me last night\nIt hurts to see you in my arms of my friend\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again\n\nI saw you last night, in a drive-in way downtown;\nLocked in her arm, you didn't know I'd be around\nAlone in my room, I remember where you've been\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again\n\nI've gotta get rid of this lonely feeling\nThat makes me feel the way I do when a day is done\nSomeday you're gonna know what it means to be lonesome\nYou're gonna want me back while I'm having fun\nHere comes that feeling again, and it ain't right\nThat lonely feeling that come to me last night\nIt hurts to see you in my arms of my friend\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again\nOh, I'm so lonely\nMMM, I feel that feeling\nAnd it's hurting me, mmm",0 -1946,Ashley_Parker_Angel___Perfect_Now,happy,"""Perfect Now [Verse 1]\nHey you, Ms. Wearin'- the-Crown\nRun me around\nDragging me down\nHey you, Ms. Head-of-the-Class\nNever come last\nPain in the ass\n\n[Chorus]\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\n[Verse 2]\nHey you, Ms. Never-to-Fall\nStanding so tall\nKnowin' it all Knowin' it all\nHey you, Ms. Living-a-Lie\nFlying so high\nGoodbye, goodbye\n\n[Chorus]\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\n\n[Bridge]\nNow I see\nNow I found\nNow I know\nWhat you're about\nI keep you out of reach, won't let you pull me down\nMy favorite superstition left me a piece, but the puzzle's missing\nAnd it didn't take too long to figure out\nLook who's sorry now\n [Chorus]\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\n\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who's perfect now ",0 -5396,Christina_Aguilera___Obvious,happy,"""Obvious [Verse 1]\nCan you hear it in my voice?\nWas it something I let slip?\nDoes the whole world know?\nIsn't it obvious?\nI'm the one who's in control\nNow I'm acting like a fool\nDo my feelings show?\nIs my face aglow?\nIsn't it obvious...\n[Chorus]\n...That I don't know what I'm doing anymore?\nI'm feeling like a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI'm out of control\nIsn't it obvious?\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo you see my hands? They tremble\nWonder why I can't look you in the eyes\nDon't know how long\nI can keep this inside\nIsn't it obvious?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, I don't know what I'm doing anymore\nI'm feeling like a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI'm out of control\nIsn't it obvious?\n\n[Verse 3]\nSuddenly these emotions are in control of my heart\nCan you see it in my eyes?\nEvery glance, every smile\nMust give me away\nAnd I feel so much I can't hide\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Chorus]\nAnd I don't know what I'm doing anymore\nI'm feeling like a little girl, a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI'm out of control\nIsn't it obvious?1 ",0 -6610,David_Ford___Katie,calm,"'Katie All this time\nAnd all is fine\nDon\'t call me paranoid\nBut i think something\'s going on\nI know you say\nIt looks okay, yeah, but i\'ve got my suspicions\nBut i don\'t want to be like this\n\n\'cos i\'m a reasonable guy\nBut i can\'t shake this, and i don\'t know why\nExperience brings\nA kinda sense for these things\nDon\'t call me paranoid\nBut i think something\'s going on\n\'cos it seems alright\nOh but it\'s too damn quiet\nAnd i tell ya, i don\'t like it\nOh god i wish it isn\'t so\n\n\'cos i\'m a reasonable guy\nBut i can\'t shake this, and i don\'t know why\n\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on?\n\nOh for goodness sake\nNow you know i\'d hate to come over obsessive\n\'cos i\'m really, really, really i\'m not like that at all\nDid i say too much?\nYeah, well not as such\nOh look but there i go again\nNo this really is not how i am\n It\'s just there\'s something in my mind\nThat says ""where were you last night?""\n\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on?\n\nGoing on\n\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on?Embed', 'default'",2 -2092,Au_Revoir_Simone___Sad_Song,sad,"""Sad Song Play me a sad song\n'Cause that's what I want to hear\nI want you to make me cry\nI want to remember the places that we left\nLost to the mists of time\n\nI know that you'll go soon\nYou'll find out so take me with you always\nI know that you'll go soon\nYou'll find out so take me with you always\nOn buses that move through the night\nWe sleep on and on\nWe got off at Memphis\nBlack-top heat will make us thirsty\nWe'll never get sick anymore\nI know that you'll go soon\nYou'll find out so take me with you always\nI know that you'll go soon\nYou'll find out so take me with you always\nPlay me a sad song\n'Cause that's what I want to hear\nI want you to make me cry\nI want to remember the places that we left\nLost to the mists of time",1 -1843,Ark___Waking_Hour,sad,"""Waking Hour Stars Are Resurrected\nShifting Over Desert Skies\nSand Sifting From The Hands Of War\nSoldier Is Your Conscience Clean\nCan You Feel There's Something Deep Inside\nLay Your Weapons Down\nLet The Children Play Here\nA Cry From The People\nBut There's No One There To Hear\nAnd The World Is Watching.silently\nWe're Halfway There We See It Coming\nSo In Despair We Must Be Strong\n\nThere's A Light On A Shadowed Sky\nHopes And Dreams For You And I\n\nIt's Time To Awaken - It's Waking Hour\nA New Day Is Breaking - The Future's Now\nIt's Here And Then It's Gone\n\nSing A Song For The Broken Ones\nAnd Our Faith Will Reappear\n'cause There's Power In The Melody\nPower Enough For Changes\nIf God Is Here\nHis Tears Are Falling Now\nPouring From The Ceiling Of The Sky\n\nWe're Halfway There We See It Coming\nSo In Despair We Must Be Strong\nIt's Time To Awaken - It's Waking Hour\nA New Day Is Breaking - The Future's Now\nIt's Here And Then It's Gone\n\nWake Up",1 -8174,Elysian_Fields___When,sad,"""When When I am drifting in my dream\nI love you\nWhen I wake and nothing's what it seemed\nI love you\nWhen the final midnight's poised to stroke\nI love you\nAnd all of the looking glasses broke\n\nWhen all of the aces have been drawn\nI love you\nWhen your king is cornered by my pawn\nI love you\nWhen you are asleep and so defenceless\nI love you\nWhen this wicked world has turned against us\nEven though we didn't kiss goodbye\nI love you\nWhen there are no tears in me to cry\nI love you\nWhen the willow's weeping with desire\n\nWhen the furthest cold and distant planet catches fire\nFire\nTear at the sky, haunted by windows\nThose are the eyes\nAlways searching never seeing souls are sailing slowly\nLonely\n\nWhen they've got our names down on a list\nI love you\nWhen I am recalling our first kiss\nI love you\nWhen you distracted and remote\nI love you\nWhen there is no voice left in my throat\n\nWhen the rains a' spilling from the sky\nI love you\nWhen the thirsty riverbeds are dry\nI love you\nThough you never asked me to be yours\n When the wild and restless waves are crashing on the shore\n\nTear at the sky crowded by windows\nThose are the eyes\nAlways searching never seeing souls are sailing slowly\nLonely\n\nWhen you are million miles away\nI love you\nWhen we've dropped our lines from this mad play\nI love you\nThough the longest battle is not won\nI love you\nWhen the stage is dark, the people gone\nWhen my soul no longer takes this form\nAnd you hear me singing in the storm ",1 -6634,David_Jordan___Sun_Goes_Down,happy,"""Sun Goes Down [Chorus]\nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering?\n\nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you're the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n[Verse 1]\nFree your mind 'cause tonight we're gonna break it down\nShake it, make it funky down\nGet so high as the toxins in your body\nAre the bass and the drums and the roar, roar, roar\nWe're right on time, and all is fine\nIf you've lost your senses, here have mine\nAnd lose yourself from the time you awake\n'Til the evening time\n'Til the sunshine breaks\n\n[Chorus]\nAh, come on!\nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering?\n\nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you're the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n'Til the sun goes down…\n\n[Verse 2]\nWelcome all to the amazing, the hysteria\nAre ya feelin' what we bring to y'all?\nPeace and love\nAnd you're all getting low tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight\nFire is burning on and there's children in the forest playing\nJust come forget this too\nForget because the beast is hunting for its prey\nYeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, yeah\n [Bridge]\n'Til the sun goes down\n'Til the sun goes\nSun goes down\nSun goes down\nSun goes down, sun goes down\n\n[Chorus & Outro]\nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering?\n\nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you're the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n'Til the sun goes down…\n\nGoes down\nSun goes down\nSun goes down\nYeah! Ha!\n\nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you're the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\nYeah! Yeah!\n'Til the sun goes down\n'Til the sun goes down\n'Til the sun goes down ",0 -8024,Ellie_Goulding___Ill_Hold_My_Breath,happy,"""I’ll Hold My Breath [Verse 1]\nBreathe air you're not used to\nTread floors you don't fall through\nMake waves, you crash a cymbal hard\nFollow no one, always play the wrong card\nWaste days in foreign places\nShed light on your better side\nReassure me that you'll wait for me\nWait for me as long as it takes\nAnd I'll hold my breath, I'll hold my breath\n[Chorus]\nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe'll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe'll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I'll always take\nThe only branch I'll never break\nThose fears we'll blow them all away\nWe'll blow them all away\n\n[Verse 2]\nFight fires in your best clothes\nTouch skin with your eyes closed\nChase thunder with the volume down\nPack a suitcase, wander to the next town\nForce quit on your losing streak\nSolve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek\nTell me that we're still too young\nThat we're still too young and I'll hold my tongue\n\n[Chorus]\nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe'll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe'll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I'll always take\nThe only branch I'll never break\nThose fears we'll blow them all away\nWe'll blow them all away\n [Bridge]\nI'm here, I'm here to take you\nI'll swim, I'll swim to save you\nNo fall, I'm here to catch you\nI'll swim, I'll swim to save you\n\n[Chorus]\nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe'll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe'll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I'll always take\nThe only branch I'll never break\nThose fears we'll blow them all away\nWe'll blow them all away1 ",0 -3355,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___American_X,sad,"""American X Close your eyes to the world that you see\nAnd open wide to the one in your dreams\nThere's nothing left that you wanna believe\nForeign eyes have been torn at the seams\nYou'd save yourself from a world without sin\nYou're born again with a means to an end\nDrawing lines in the palm of your hand\nYou're holding on to all that you've planned\n\nThere's nothing here that is left to be saved\nTake a bow to the warrior state\nYou throw yourself to the perilous static\nYou shut your eyes but the death is romantic\nYou've sold your soul but it's only a fake\nYou'd kill yourself for a piece of the take\nYou lose your mind in a world that leaves nothing\nYou're holding on for asylum, reaching for air\nIt's all you want\nYou know you'll never forget\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all\nIt's all you know\nYou know you'll never regret\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters\n\nNo one needs what they think to survive\nPulled inside with an appetite blind\nYou feast your eyes on American sex\nYou sleep in shores of American bliss\nGrowing wings from the sorrowless excess\nYour frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth\nYou share your young with the wolves of a nation\nThere's nothing left 'til you pray for salvation\n\nIt's all you want\nYou know you'll never forget\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters\nIt's all you know\nYou know you'll never regret\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters\n I'm the last of the messiahs\nAll your lost star signs ",1 -6713,DeVision___Like_the_sun,sad,"""Like the Sun I would die for you\nYou are my soul support\nI don't lie to you\nI will take all things you taught\nI get high on you\nYou're the most befooling drug\nAnd I sigh for you\nI would never touch your luck\n\nYou don't flee\nKeep me in view\nYou see me\nSafely through\nWhen the cold\nHurts my soul\nYou're like the sun\nWant to fly with you\nTo a place that we don't know\nI will cry for you\nWhen the time has come to go\n\nYou don't flee...",1 -9147,Fischerspooner___Cloud,happy,"""Cloud It's my vision\nA total one\nEncompassing\nThe only one\nA world complete\nThat's all my own\nExactly as\nAs it should be, oh\n\nI lost myself I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can't see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud\nEverything adds up to a truth\nMaybe now, I can know me too\nI have you now\nWhere you should be\nYou are mine now\nBut I lost me, I'm a cloud\n\nI lost myself I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can't see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud\n\nI lost myself I lost myself\nBecause, because\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can't see how You can't see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud\n\nResplendent dream it overtook me\nI had no choice but build it\nI made it all\nI built it up\nI built it up I lost myself\nI built it up I lost myself\nUp...\n I lost myself I lost myself\nBecause, because\nBecause I am just a I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can't see how You can't see how\nBecause I am just a cloud\n\nA cloud\nA cloud\nA cloud\n\nI lost myself\nI lost myself\nYou can't see how\nI lost myself\nI lost myself\nBecause I am just a.. ",0 -2830,Ben_Folds_Five___Jackson_Cannery,happy,"""Jackson Cannery [Verse 1]\nStop the bus\nI wanna be lonely\nWhen seconds pass slowly\nAnd years go flying by\nYou gotta stop the bus\nI'll get off here\nEnough's enough\nI'm leaving this factory\n\n[Verse 2]\nAll she wants\nIs food on the table\nI won't be able\nTo bring it home\nNo I won't, come on\n'Cause all l need, yeah is free\n'Cause I'm a factory\n[Chorus]\nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat's what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery\n\n[Verse 3]\nMillionaires and mill rats live side by side here\nMessed up my brother's mind\nHe's far from Earth\nTell me what's he worth nothing\nThe same as you the same as me\nIn this factory\n\n[Chorus]\nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat's what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery\n\n[Bridge]\nWhoaCome onWhoaWhoa\nThat's pretty good, try it again\nWhoa\nIt's 4 in the morning\nMother don't know\nThat I'm going far away\nShe's whispering to the moon\nI hope he don't join you soon\n [Verse 4]\nBaby boss\nClimbs up on his soapbox\nBut Great Caesar's ghost\nKnows what's best for me\nHe says stop the bus\n\n[Chorus]\nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat's what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery\n\nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat's what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery ",0 -2929,Better_Than_Ezra___Live_Again_LP_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -1945,Ashley_Parker_Angel___Im_Better,happy,"""I’m Better [Verse 1]\nHey, tell me what's going on\nHey, tell me where I go wrong\nI've been losing all I got\nThen you, you just walk right in\nYou just walk right in\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm here with you\nI just block it out\nIt's cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I've been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I'm here with you I'm better\n[Verse 2]\nHey, I'm watching the worlds collide\nHey, there's nobody else inside\nGirls they don't know what they want\nBut you, you just walk right in\nYou just walk right in\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm here with you\nI just block it out\nIt's cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I've been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I'm here with you I'm better\n\n[Bridge]\nUsed to be that I just had to fake it\nAll my life\nOver and over I just couldn't take it\nNot this time\nBut you, wherever you walk, I'll run\nYeah you, anything goes tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen I'm here with you\nI just block it out\nIt's cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I've been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I'm here with you I'm better\n When I'm here with you\nI just block it out\nIt's cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I've been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I'm here with you I'm better ",0 -4139,Brandy___How_I_Feel,happy,"""How I Feel [Verse 1]\nI thought about calling you Calling you, but I, changed my mind\nThe moment I thought about what you do to me every time\nI'm tryna come home and see ya\nYou actin' like you can't make no time for me\nSo, I'm putting down this receiver\n'Cause if you don't know by now, just how much I need ya\nThen you'll never know...\n\n[Chorus]\nHow I feel, it's only gonna change if you let it Feel\nAnd it's real soon, if you don't do what I ask of you, oh\nBoy, I'm still Boy, I'm still, missing you so bad, it's pathetic\nI'm for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you're losing me\n[Verse 2]\nYou used to be so attentive, called me at least twice a day\nBut now I have no support, no incentive\nTo keep me loving you this way\nI sit alone waiting patient, for you to return to me\nAnd I can't believe just how long your replies are taking\nIf you don't know by now what mistake you're making\nThen you'll never know...\n\n[Chorus]\nHow I feel, it's only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it's real soon, if you don't do what I ask of you\nBoy, I'm still, missing you so bad it's pathetic\nOh, I'm for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you're losing me\n\n[Bridge]\nI hate it when you treat me like a burden\nIt hurts when I feel like you don't need me\nI wanna believe that you love me\nBut it's so hard to relax when you won't call me back\nBlowin' me off like it's a wrap, I just hate it\n'Cause I'm tired of complaining\nIf you ain't never gonna change it\nThen you can't change the way I feel, no\n [Chorus]\nHow I feel, it's only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it's real soon, if you don't do what I ask of you\nBoy, I'm still I'm still, missing you so bad it's pathetic\nI'm for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you're losing me\n\n[Outro]\nHow I feel How I feel, boy, it's only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it's real soon, if you don't do what I ask of you\nAnd I want you more\nBoy, I'm still I'm still, missing you so bad, it's pathetic\nI'm for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nNeed ya, I want ya, gotta have you, baby\nBoy, you're losing me ",0 -816,Alien_Ant_Farm___Smooth_Criminal,happy,"""Smooth Criminal [Intro]\nOh no\n\n[Verse 1]\nAs he came into the window\nWas a sound of a crescendo\nHe came into her apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nShe was sitting at the table\nHe could see she was unable\nSo she ran into the bedroom\nShe was struck down\nIt was her doom\n[Break]\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\n[Chorus]\nAnnie, are you OK\nWill you tell us that you're OK\nThere's a sign at the window\nThat he struck you\nA crescendo, Annie\nHe came into your apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nThen you ran into the bedroom\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom\n[Break]\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nYou've been hit by, you've been struck by a smooth criminal\n [Verse 2]\nSo they came into the outway\nIt was Sunday, but a black day\nI could make a salutation\nSounding heartbeats, intimidation\n[Break]\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\n[Chorus]\nAnnie, are you OK\nWill you tell us that you're OK\nThere's a sign at the window\nThat he struck you\nA crescendo, Annie\nHe came into your apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nThen you ran into the bedroom\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom\n\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nYou've been hit by, you've been struck by a smooth criminal\n[Short Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnnie, are you OK oh no\nWill you tell us that you're OK oh no\nThere's a sign at the window oh no\nThat he struck you oh no\nA crescendo, Annie oh no\nHe came into your apartment oh no\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet oh no\nThen you ran into the bedroom oh no\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom\n[Break]\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?3 ",0 -5395,Christina_Aguilera___Enter_The_Circus,anger,"'Enter the Circus [Verse 1]\nLadies and gentlemen\nBoys and girls\nStep right up, step right up\nCome closer, you won\'t believe your eyes\nBehind this curtain\nWitness something you\'ve never seen before\nHeard before, dreamt before\nThe most amazing show on earth\n\n[Bridge]\nLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la\nIt\'s the most amazing show on earth\nLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la\n[Verse 2]\nDo you want to be wildy entertained?\nPeople to know your name?\nDo you crave fame?\nWell, they say ""things aren\'t always what they seem to be""\nEven your greatest fantasies\nYou won\'t believe your eyes\nWon\'t even recognize\nThe wonderment that lies\nBehind the shimmer and the lights\n\n[Verse 3]\nIs it true what they say?\nIs it all just fun and games?\nOr is there more behind the makeup\nAnd the faces full of paint?\n\n[Bridge]\nI ask you, do you want to come and play?\nHahahaha\nGet the world to come and play\nHahahaha\n\n[Outro]\nJust sit back, relax, fasten your seatbelt\nIt\'s going to be a bumpy ride to the other sideSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 1Embed', 'default'",3 -4659,Cake___World_Of_Two,sad,"""World of Two [Verse 1]\nI don't want to\nHear you whisper\nI don't want to orbit\nYour world\n\n[Chorus]\nOf two\nThere's only room for you\nIn your world of two\n[Verse 2]\nI don't like to\nHang around you\nI don't want to\nLive in your world\n\n[Chorus]\nOf two\nThere's only room for you\nIn your world of two\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's not that I don't like you\nBut it's not that I don't love you\nIt's not that I don't think you are\nTwo of the most\nPerfectly\nBeautiful\nPeople in your world\n\n[Chorus]\nIn your world of two\nThere's only room for you\nIn your world of two\nThere's only room for you\nIn your world of two\nIn your world of two\nThere's only room\nThere's only room\nThere's only room\nFor you 1 ",1 -6380,Danko_Jones___Sticky_Situation,happy,"""Sticky Situation So you got dumped on your rump not surprised you had nothing to say\nTo your friends the night before your birthday\nBut you got up and took control of the situation\nGot it then he wants you back without an explanation\nYou change your style\nYou change your hair\nYour jeans got tighter\nNow people stare\nHe bites his hand and doesn't stop thinking about you\nHe asks a friend to ask you out now what do you do?\nYou know that he wants you but you don't want him anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\n\nWell you caught her in the act with 'a Brad' from your work station\nYou used a baseball bat and now it's into litigation\nBut you stood up cooled off and walked away despite your temper\nNow she's calling you from January to December\nYou let it slide\nYou played it cool\nAnd now she calls you\nBut you're no fool\nShe's not even worth the time but I think you know this\nAnd she can have all the boys that are on the checklist\n\nYou know that she wants you but you don't want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\n\nYou know that she wants you but you don't want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\n Woo, don't get stuck!\n\nIt's that girl that you let go the one that doesn't get the picture\nBecause you left her right wanting to get back together\nBut you moved on found another and it leaves no question\nShe cries to her friends just to get attention\nShe puts you down\nBut you let her\nYou're feeling guilty\nShe's feeling better\nBut when she sees you\nWith another\nShe tears her heart out\nYou can't be bothered\n\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\n\nYou know that she wants you but you don't want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nYou know that she wants you but you don't want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nYou know that she wants you but you don't want her anymore ",0 -4996,Cat_Power___Silver_Stallion,happy,"""Silver Stallion I'm gonna steal a silver stallion\nWith not a mark upon his silky hide\nTeach him he can trust me like a sister\nOne day we'll saddle up and ride\n\nAnd we're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride...\nI'm gonna find me a reckless man\nRazor blades and ice in his eyes\nJust a touch of sadness in his fingers\nThunder and lightning in his thighs\n\nAnd we're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride...\n\nI'm gonna chase the sky forever\nWith the man, the stallion and the wind\nThe sun is gonna burn into a cinder\nBefore we ever pass this way again\n\nAnd we're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe're gonna ride\nWe're gonna ride...",0 -8837,Faithless___Mass_Destruction,calm,"'Mass Destruction [Verse 1]\nMy dad came into my room holding his hat\nI knew he was leaving\nHe sat on my bed told me some facts\n""Son, I have a duty, calling on me\nYou and your sister be brave my little soldier\nAnd don\'t forget all I told ya\nYou\'re the mister of the house now remember this\nAnd when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss""\nThen I had to say goodbye\nIn the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid\nEven though I\'m only a kid\nCertain things can\'t be hid\nMomma grabbed me\nHeld me like I was made of gold\nBut left her inner stories untold\nI said, momma it will be alright\nWhen daddy comes home, tonight\n[Chorus]\nWhether long-range weapon or suicide bomber\nWicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether soaraway Sun or BBC 1\nMisinformation is a weapon of mass destruct\nYou coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian\nRacism is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether inflation or globalisation\nFear is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether Halliburton, Enron or anyone\nGreed is a weapon of mass destruction\nWe need to find courage, overcome\nInaction is a weapon of mass destruction\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe skin under my chin is exploding again\nI\'m getting stress from some other children\nI\'m holding it in\nWe taking sides like a politician\nAnd if I get friction we get to fighting\nI\'ll defend my dad he\'s the best of all men\nAnd whatever he\'s doing he\'s doing the right thing\nIt\'s frightening, but it makes me mad\nWhy do all of these people seem to hate my dad?\nAnd if that ain\'t enough now I get these spots\nI go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots\nAnd what\'s more, I can hear momma next door\nExplore the radio for reports of war\nAnd all we ever seem to do is hide the tears\nSeems like daddy been gone for years\nBut he was right, now I\'m geared up for the fight\nAnd he would be proud of me\nIf my daddy came home tonight\n [Chorus]\nWhether long-range weapon or suicide bomber\nWicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether soaraway Sun or BBC 1\nMisinformation is a weapon of mass destruct\nYou coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian\nRacism is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether inflation or globalisation\nFear is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether Halliburton, Enron or anyone\nGreed is a weapon of mass destruction\nWe need to find courage, overcome\nInaction is a weapon of mass destruction\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy story stops here, let\'s be clear\nThis scenario is happening everywhere\nAnd you ain\'t going to nirvana or far-vana\nYou\'re coming right back here to live out your karma\nWith even more drama than previously, seriously\nJust how many centuries have we been\nWaiting for someone else to make us free?\nAnd we refuse to see\nThat people overseas suffer just like we:\nBad leadership and ego\'s unfettered and free\nWho feed on the people they\'re supposed to lead\nI don\'t need good people to pray and wait\nFor the Lord to make it all straight\nThere\'s only now, do it right\n\'Cause I don\'t want your daddy, leaving home tonightEmbed', 'default'",2 -5398,Christina_Aguilera___Without_You,happy,"""Without You [Intro]\nOh, oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nHave I been blind?\nFor the first time in my life, I feel I've opened up my eyes\nSince you've arrived like an angel from the sky\nI'm on a spiritual high\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo don't you ever go away\nI could never face\nLosing you would kill my faith\nIn a higher place\n[Chorus]\nWhat kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn't breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world would I see without you?\nI can't dream without you here\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nYeah, oh, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nBeautiful boy\nHow on earth did I do something worth deserving you?\nMy better half\nHow I cherish through and through every part of you\nI do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLoving you's made me whole\nNow I belong\nI found my heart\nPromise me Promise me we'll always stay\nThe way we are today\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn't breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world would I see without you?\nI can't dream without you here\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Post-Chorus]\nHey, yeah\nOoh, yeah, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nI can't ever imagine\nIf this never would happened Happened, happened\nI thank God everyday\nAlmost lost you forever\nBut I always remember Remember, remember\nSaid you're my saving grace\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat kind of world What kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn't breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world What kind of world would I see without you?\nOoh, see without you\nI can't dream without you here Dream without you here1 ",0 -153,AFI___Beautiful_Thieves,anger,"""Beautiful Thieves My dear, there is no danger\nCan't you see they turn blind eyes to we swift and spot lit strangers?\nOh, before the rush is over\nWe will be revered again while the victims still recover\n\nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects\nI\n\nOh, are we running towards death?\nI have met him times before, he adores us like the rest\nOh, even if we're discovered\nJust be sure to wear your best, we will surely make the covers\n\nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects\n\nWho would run for cover?\nWho would run from us?\nWho would run for cover?\nWho would run from us?\n\nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects at all\nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspectsSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125",3 -972,Alter_Bridge___One_Day_Remains,anger,"'One Day Remains [Verse 1]\nAs your will is bent and broken\nAnd every vision has been cast into the wind\nAs your courage crashes down before your eyes\nDon\'t lay down and die\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, ""Why\nYou question the strength inside?""\nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive\n[Verse 2]\nWhen every wound has been re-opened\nAnd in this world of give and take, you must have faith\nAnd the distance to your dreams stretch beyond reach\nDon\'t lay down and die\nNo\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, ""Why\nYou question the strength inside?""\nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive\nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive\nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, ""Why\nYou question the strength inside?""\nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive Embed', 'default'",3 -3495,Blink182___GO,happy,"'Go [Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nAre we all victims of opportunity\nLocked outside the door back in \'83\nI heard the angry voice of the man inside\nAnd saw the look of fear in my mother\'s eyes\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\n\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nMom, get in the car and let\'s drive away\nShe said, ""I\'m sorry, Mark, but there\'s nowhere to stay""\nGave up all her hope and went back inside\nHid her broken heart and let the engine die\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\n\n[Verse 3: Mark Hoppus]\nWhy do evil men get away with it?\nCan\'t you see that I\'m in a world of shit?\nTurn your back on hope and go back inside\nStop my bleeding heart and let the engine die\n\n[Bridge: Mark Hoppus]\nI don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\nI don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know 3Embed', 'default'",0 -4981,Cat_Power___Mr_Gallo,sad,"""Mr. Gallo Oh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYou have always been to me\nOh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYour close lover has\n\nOh, Chan, what a woman you've become\nCannot say I never thought you could look me in the eyes\nOh, and what a lover you've become\nCan I say I always thought you were a liar?\n\nOh, you say, what a laugh you have\nCannot say I never thought I ever had anything funny\nOh, and what a charmer you've become, Mr. Gallo\nWe'll both go to hell",1 -828,Alishas_Attic___Perfectly_Happy,happy,"""Perfectly Happy I'm perfectly happy with life\nMy lips 'mind me these real words\nBut they feel like they are wide and ajar\nI'm a doll stuffed with life, just sitting upon a shelf here\nHailing a taxi, get me out of this freak show\n\nOh, it's just over the rainbow\nCos I'm just trying to get home\nOh, everything's crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone\nPerfectly happy with life\nMy lips cry happy words\nAnd it feels like they're blue tacked in the soul\nLike someone's blowin' dust, coverin' up the rust\nKeeping me dazed as the lines take their toll\n\nOh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I'm just trying to get home\nOh, everything's crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone\n\nOh my love\nFor all these mad illusions\nOh my love\nFor being sane but with mad intentions\n\nPerfectly happy with life\nI just fall over words\nLike I'm bare feet in a pair of high heels\nAll I really want, for my tired feet is to walk\nOr to fly me to somewhere that is real\n\nOh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I'm just trying to get home\nOh, everything's crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone\n Oh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I've been trying to get home\nOh, everything's crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone ",0 -4980,Cat_Power___Lived_In_Bars,sad,"""Lived in Bars We've lived in bars and danced on tables\nHotels, trains, and ships that sail\nWe swim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air\n\nSend in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs\nOpen the blankets and give them some air\nSwords and arches, bones and cement\nThe light and the dark of the innocent of man\n\nWe know your house so very well\nAnd we will wake you once we've walked up all of your stairs\nThere's nothing like living in a bottle\nAnd nothing like ending it all for the world\nWe're so glad you have come back\nEvery living lion will lay in your lap\n\nThe kid has a homecoming! The champion, the whores!\nWho's gonna play drums, guitar, or organ with chorus?\nAs far as we've walked from both of ends of sand\nNever have we caught a glimpse of this man\n\nWe know your house so very well\nAnd we will bust down your door if you're not there\n\nWe've lived in bars and danced on tables\nHotels, trains, and ships that sail\nWe swim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes out of here\nOut of here\nOut of here\nOut of here\nOut of here",1 -1169,Amy_Winehouse___Wake_Up_Alone,sad,"'TranslationsFrançaisWake Up Alone [Verse 1]\nIt\'s okay in the day, I\'m staying busy\nTied up enough, so I don\'t have to wonder, ""Where is he?""\nGot so sick of crying, so just lately\nWhen I catch myself, I do a 180\nI stay up, clean the house, at least I\'m not drinking\nRun around just so I don\'t have to think about thinking\nThat silent sense of content that everyone gets\nJust disappears soon as the sun sets\n\n[Chorus]\nHe\'s fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts\nHe floods me with dread\nSoaked in sorrow, he swims in my eyes by the bed\nPour myself over him\nMoon spilling in\nAnd I wake up alone\n[Verse 2]\nAs far as my heart, I\'d rather be restless\nSecond I stop, the sleep catches up and I\'m breathless\n\'Cause this ache in my chest, \'cause my day is done now\nThe dark covers me and I cannot run now\nMy blood running cold, I stand before him Before him\nIt\'s all I can do to assure him Assure him\nWhen he comes to me, I drip for him tonight\nDrowning me, we bathe under blue light Under blue\n\n[Chorus]\nHe\'s fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts\nHe floods me with dread\nSoaked in sorrow, he swims in my eyes by the bed\nPour myself over him\nMoon spilling in\nAnd I wake up alone\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I wake up alone\nAnd I wake up alone\nAnd I wake up alone 20Embed', 'default'",1 -8991,Ferras___My_Beautiful_Life,sad,"""My Beautiful Life It's a beautiful life\nWhat does it mean to you\nIt's a beautiful life\n\nThen I wake up, wonder where my clothes are\nTry to find some more stars\nAnd i'm stuck with the same old thing\nThat I always dream\nI light a cigarette and it's not right\nWhere's my ashtray, where the hell did I put my coffee\nI can't find anything\nOne thing goes wrong and then another\nIt's a beautiful life, thank you mother\nAnd I've got nothing to lose\nIt's the same game\nIt's a beautiful life\nIt's a beautiful life\n\nWhen I'm up in the air\nWhen I'm down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry's crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life\n\nI put my clothes on to the ground near me\nDoes anyone know, has anyone found me\nI guess I'll just have to wait until the next life\nHang around for the next laugh\nI'm part of something, the bigger part of nothing\nAnd I'm debating do I even like me\nAnd everybody's trying so hard to be so cool\nBut you know what's cool\nNot trying\n\nWhen I'm up in the air\nWhen I'm down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry's crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life\n I'm crawling across and I can't get out\nWill it wash me away\nThe currents pulling me down\nI was looking for love but it's never around\nCome on help me out one more time\n\nAnd I was hoping someone would need me\nIt's a beautiful life\nEverything's broken\nJust as it should be\nBut it's beautiful to me\n\nWhen I'm up in the air\nWhen I'm down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry's crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life\n\nIt's a beautiful life\nThis life\n\nIt's a beautiful life\nIt's mine, my beautiful life\nSuch a beautiful life\n\nIt's a beautiful life\n\nYour life\n\nIt's a beautiful life ",1 -6554,Dave_Gahan___Endless,calm,"""Endless [Verse 1]\nIn the cold of the full moon\nOn this night\nTime itself has slipped away\nNow you are mine\nSlowly the hours passed\nAll through the night\nTogether we can disappear\nFor a while\n\n[Chorus 1]\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\n[Verse 2]\nWatching the hourglass\nOn that night\nWe touched the stars\nAnd reached the moon\nFor a time\nI'm lost in a moment with you\nIt feels right\nWe're floating above the stars\nYou and I\n\n[Chorus 2]\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\nI am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\n [Interlude]\n\n[Coda]\nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...4 ",2 -4483,Bryan_Adams___Kids_Wanna_Rock,happy,"""Kids Wanna Rock Turned on the radio\nSounded like a disco\nMust've turned the dial for a couple of miles\nBut I couldn't find no rock 'n roll\n\nThis computerized crap ain't gettin' me off\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock\n\nLondon to L.A.,\nTalkin' 'bout the new wave\nFor a couple of bucks you get a weird haircut\nAnd waste your life away\nAround the world or around the block\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock\n\nGet me my D.J.,\nI got somethin' he's gotta play\nWanna hear it I can't wait\nSo turn it up, turn it up...\n\nKick down the barricades\nListen what the kids say\nFrom time to time people change their minds\nBut the music is here to stay\n\nI've seen it all from the bottom to the top\nEverywhere I go kids wanna rock\n\nAround the world or around the block\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock\n\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rockSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0 -3938,Borknagar___Invincible,sad,"'Invincible Invincible\n\nI was born a fragment of future\nRaised by the dawn of existence\nI grew as one with the elements\nShown the cause of extinction\n\nI have seen worlds bloom to explode\nAnd horizons flush into voids of fire and ice\n\nI have seen worlds explode to bloom\nThe dawn, the existence and the fall\nI was raised by the dawn of existence\nBreathing the fire of every sun\nI was born a fragment of future\nRaised by the dawn of existence\nI turned grey in the storm shadows\nShowing the cause of extinction\n\nThe substance of invicible motion\nIs invincible as the substance in motion\n\nWe rise again as you fall\nI have seen life extinct to bloom Embed', 'default'",1 -1692,Aqualung___Cant_Get_You_Out_Of_My_Mind,sad,"""Can’t Get You Out of My Mind A kiss is not just a kiss\nA smile is more than a smile\nMaybe we get together\nMaybe forever\nMaybe just for a while\n\nI've seen the look in your eye\nI've seen you wondering why\nThere's a centre of gravity\nBrings you near to me\nNearer all the time\nAnd I'm petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I can't get you\nOut of my\n\nThought you'd never be mine\nI thought I was wasting my time\nDarling every time I think of you\nI can't believe it's true\nThat you're here by my side\n\nAnd I'm petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I'm petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I can't get you\nOut of my\nMind",1 -8281,Emma_Bunton___Sunshine_On_A_Rainy_Day,happy,"""Sunshine on a Rainy Day [Intro]\nYeah, yeah\nOoh, ooh-ooh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI see you in the darkness\nI see you in the light\nI see your eyes shining\nIn through the night\n\n[Pre Chorus]\nMake me feel, make me feel\nLike I belong\nDon't leave me, you won't leave me here\nAll Alone\nCast your eyes\nLike summer skies\nBlue earth and the ocean\nClearer than the skies, yeah!\n[Chorus]\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou touch me with your spirit\nYou touch me with your heart\nYou touch me in the darkness\nI feel it start\n\n[Pre Chorus]\nMake it feel, make it feel\nSo Unreal so unreal\nLike a wind in the desert\nLike a moon on the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\n [Bridge]\nMake it feel, make it feel\nSo Unreal so unreal\nLike a wind in the desert\nLike a moon on the sea, yeah!\n\n[Chorus]\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\n\n[Outro]\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away ",0 -930,Allison_Moorer___Mark_My_Word,sad,"""Mark My Word You feel it now\nBut it won't last\nWithout a doubt\nIt's bound to pass\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word\nIt's such a thrill\nWhen love begins\nBut it's downhill\nFrom here on in\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word\nThere'll come a day\nYou'll leave me cold\nAnd I'll say\nI told you so\nYeah that's the way\nIt's gonna go\nMark my word\nMake no mistake\nYou'll change your mind\nMy heart will break\nJust give it time\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word",1 -4647,Cage_The_Elephant___In_One_Ear,anger,"""In One Ear [Verse 1]\nThey say that we ain't got the style, we ain't got the class\nWe ain't got the tunes that's gonna put us on the map\nAnd I'm a phony in disguise, tryna make the radio\nI'm an antisocial anarchist who sound like so-and-so\nThey say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical\nRock 'n' roll is dead, I probably should have stayed at school\nAnother Generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks\nOh, they'd love to see me fall, but I'm already on my back\n\n[Chorus]\nSo it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, but you know I never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand\n[Verse 2]\nNow I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life\nI ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light\nThey want to criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone\nBurn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne\nThey say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs\nThe crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk\nThey think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least\nIf they'd listen to the words they'd find a message tucked beneath\n\n[Chorus]\nBut it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit even though they never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand\n\n[Bridge]\nYou hear that? You hear what's coming?\nOh, you better run for the hills\n'Cause we're coming to your town\nAnd we're gonna burn that motherfucker down\nAaaaaaoooh!!!!\n\n[Verse 3]\nHere's the moral to the story: we don't do it for the glory\nWe don't do it for the money, we don't do it for the fame\nSo all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us\nIt's your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames\n [Outro]\nAnd it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit but you know we never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nI'm only playing music cause you know I fucking love it\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit but you know I never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand15 ",3 -6096,Current_93___Hitler_As_Kalki_SDM,sad,"'Hitler As Kalki SDM These are the dregs\nThe last grains of the age\nIt may be the hourglass\nOr earth covering earth\nBut not in Bethlehem\nNot in Jerusalem\nNot in Chorazaim\nAnd not in Bethsaida\nWe will not again see\nGod humbled on an ass\nBut see\nSee\nOn a white horse he comes\nBlazing sword in burning hand\n""Lo, I am become death\nThe destroyer of worlds""\nHis hands are backed up\nThey\'re straining at his neck\nWhat colour shall we rank in him?\nWhat face shall we deliver him?\nThere may be the black dog\nThere may be the white dog\nHitler comes as Kalki\nKalki comes as Hitler\nTeeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth\nBut meaningless lights\nStill hold our attention\nWe think that the holy books\nAre written in blood and fire\nBut what if it\'s water?\nThe fire\'s turned to blood\nThe blood\'s turned to water\nAnd the water\'s turned to what?\nMilk? Piss? Lies? Dust?\nHitler comes as Kalki\nKalki comes as Hitler\nEverything becomes emptiness\nBut goes through fire\nSecret mother gsang yum chen mo\nSecret fater gsang yab chen po\n\nHitler becomes Kalki\nKalki becomes Hitler\nWhite horse and red horse\nChrist twists on the cross\nChrist smiles in the guttering rubble\nHe brings not peace but a sword\nMaybe the ocean roars immaculate\nMaybe the stars fall incomprehensible\nOh these all tell me\nThese all spell to me\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\n Where\'s your god now?\nI\'ll point out his varied forms to you:\nOne: He hangs on the end of a tree\nTwo: He\'s nailed to the arms\nOf that self-same tree\nAnd three: He spins and soars\nAnd laughs through space\nOne day the world sees\nOh one day the world sees\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\n\nHe lies matted\nHalf in time and half in space\nThrough the rising incense smoke\nI see him in a crouded room\nI see him crossing the mountain range\nIf we see man at his most bloody\nIf we see man at his most base\nShall we then and there say\n""This is reality; this is his nature""?\nWhat makes the pain\nMore real than the joy?\nBoth are so mignled\nAnd muddied together\nTo pull them apart\nWe butcher the essence\nAnd cripple its meaning\nGod is on the cross\nOr three gods perhaps\nIf they are all one\nNeither coming nor going\nNeither waning nor waxing\nBut immense in their unity\nMatter and space\nHe rides between the spaces\nAnd he rides between the pain\nIn the secret heart of becoming\nIn the secret modes of darkness\nHis eyes are now shuttered windows\nOh man man man man\nWith his claws and his lies\nWith his peace and his pain\nWith his love and his sorrow\nWith his candle of hope\nThat stutters and dies\nNo liberation through hearing\nWhen the sound of the world\'s collapsing\nDeafens deafens deafens our ears\nAnd pierces our hearts\n\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\nRolling and roaring\nExultant and trembling\nSorrow sorrow sorrow\nWhere the eagle flies\nWhere the eagle shudders\nWhere the eagle drops\nWhere the eagle plummets\nAll things merging\nAnd all things dissolving\nThen stars collapse\nThe vortex commences in space\nThe rubble collects\nThe debris gathers\nTime starts to shiver\nBy heart\'s blood\n\nIf I dissolve into your body\nIf I hoped to find\nWhite light in your soul\nIf together we fall into forever\nWould we not notice the turbulence\nThat no longer waits?\n\nFirst he comes\nFrom on a hill\nThen he\'s running\nThroughout the town\nThen he stands\nDevoid of peace\nDevoid of place\nDevoid of pity\n\nOh my dear Christ\nCarried broken from sad brown earth\nTeeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\nHitler\nKalkiEmbed', 'default'",1 -3711,Blur___1992,sad,"""1992 [Verse 1]\nGoing into business\nAn agreement of your bombast\nYou'd love my bed\nYou took the other instead\nBut don't you feel low?\nI was being oblique\nAnd you'd love my bed\nYou got the other instead\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n[Verse 2]\nWhat do you owe me?\nThe price of your peace of mind\nYou'd love my bed\nYou took it all instead 9 ",1 -3827,Bobby_Vinton___Blue_Velvet,happy,"""Blue Velvet Blue velvet\n\nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet was the night\nSofter than satin was the light\nFrom the stars\n\nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet were her eyes\nWarmer than May, her tender sighs\nLove was ours\nOurs, a love I held tightly\nFeeling the rapture grow\nLike a flame burning brightly\nBut when she left gone was the glow of\n\nBlue velvet\nBut in my heart there'll always be\nPrecious and warm a memory through the years\nAnd I still can see blue velvet through my tears\n\nShe wore blue velvet\nBut in my heart there'll always be\nPrecious and warm a memory through the years\nAnd I still can see blue velvet through my tears\n\nBlue velvet, ooh",0 -2104,Au_Revoir_Simone___Lark,sad,"""Lark So\nSo long\nSo long ago\nThere wasn't anyone out there I thought I needed to know\nBut no more\nWhen I find the day leave my mind in the evening just as the day before\n\nI saw the window was open\nThe cool air\nI don't know what you saw there\nDon't know what you saw in me\nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon't ask\nKnow that it's understood\nThere's not enough of me\nI saw that something was broken\nI've crossed the line\nI'll point you to a better time\nA safer place to be\nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon't ask\nKnow that it's done no good\n\nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon't ask\nKnow that it's done no good 2 ",1 -6923,Descendents___Cheer,happy,"""Cheer [Verse 1]\nIt's been so long since I've had a smile\nI've been down for such a long while\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nYou kiss me now and I'll turn away\nI think I'm still kissing yesterday\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one who can make me happy\nLove me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one who can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday's daydream, no\n[Verse 2]\nOut with the bad and in with the good\nI feel my heart, girl, you're knocking on wood\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nSo generous, I'm being kind\nWith selfishness in the back of my mind\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one that can make me happy\nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one that can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up\n\n[Refrain]\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday's daydreams\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nDeep in yesterday's promises\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's been so long since I've had a smile\nI stayed sad for such a long while\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nNo more giving my mind away\nTomorrow's love, done with yesterday\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\n [Chorus]\nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one who can make me happy\nLove me, and cheer me up\nShow me you're the one who can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up\n\n[Refrain]\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday's daydreams\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days deep\nDeep in yesterday's promises\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nSinging yesterday's\nDon't want to spend the rest of my days\nSinging yesterday's love songs, no\n\n[Outro]\nCome on and cheer me up2 ",0 -5699,Coldplay___In_My_Place,sad,"""In My Place [Verse 1]\nIn my place, in my place\nWere lines that I couldn't change\nI was lost, oh yeah\nAnd I was lost, I was lost\nCrossed lines I shouldn't have crossed\nI was lost, oh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nYeah, how long must you pay for it?\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nFor it\n[Verse 2]\nI was scared, I was scared\nTired and underprepared\nBut I'll wait for it\nAnd if you go, if you go\nAnd leave me down here on my own\nThen I'll wait for you, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nYeah, how long must you pay for it?\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nOh, for it\n\n[Bridge]\nSing it please, please, please\nCome back, come sing to me, to me, me\nCome on and sing it out, now, now\nCome on and sing it out to me, me\nCome back and sing\n\n[Outro]\nIn my place, in my place\nWere lines that I couldn't change\nI was lost, oh yeah\nOh, yeahSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 31 ",1 -6029,Crossfade___Cold,sad,"""Cold [Verse 1]\nLooking back at me, I see that I never really got it right\nI never stopped to think of you\nI'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win\nYou are the antidote that gets me by\nSomethin' strong, like a drug, that gets me high\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\n[Verse 2]\nCold to you, I'm sorry 'bout all the lies\nMaybe in a different light\nYou can see me stand on my own again\n'Cause now I can see\nYou are the antidote that got me by\nSomethin' strong, like a drug, that got me high\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\n\n[Hook]\nI never meant to be so cold\n\n[Bridge]\nI never really wanted you to see\nThe screwed up side of me that I keep\nLocked inside of me so deep\nIt always seems to get to me\nI never really wanted you to go\nSo many things you should have known\nI guess for me there's just no hope\nI never meant to be so cold\n [Chorus]\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am Is I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I'm sorry for the way I am Is I'm sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold10 ",1 -5036,Catatonia___I_Am_The_Mob,happy,"""I Am the Mob [Verse 1]\nI put horses' heads in people's beds\n'Cos I am the mob\nWhen duty calls, gonna bust some balls\n'Cos I am the mob\n\nDon't try and tell me it's not one for the money\nTwo for the money, three for the money\nAm I your Easter bunny, come on\n\nI try my level best, my best to please\nBut I'm gonna put a bullet between your knees\nBaby come on oh just tell them\n[Verse 2]\nStop blowing the Don, put his kecks back on\n'Cos I am the mob\nStop muckin' around with the brand-new sound\n'Cos I am the mob\n\nDon't try and tell me it's not one for the money\nTwo for the money, three for the money\nAm I your Easter bunny, come on, oh baby come on\n\nI try my level best, my best to please\nBut I'm gonna put a bullet between your knees\nBaby come on just please tell them\n\n[Chorus]\nThat Luca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nMissus\n\n[Guitar Solo/Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nOh tell them, just tell them\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nMissus\n [Chorus]\nOh, Luca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nI am the mob ",0 -649,Alcazar___Here_I_Am,sad,"""Here I Am Did I here you crying in your sleep\nDid you feel like you were all alone\nWell, it must have been a real bad dream\nYou should know I never let you go\n\nAnd as long as you got eyes to see\nYou will always know just where I'll be\n\nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I'll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may\nBaby here I am\nOne kiss away\n\nDon't you think that I can tell by now\nI know all the words you never say\nAnd I wish I could explain somehow\nYou don't ever have to feel the pain\nYou believe one day you find me gone\nBut when everything is said and done\n\nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I'll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may\n\nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I'll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may\nBaby here I am",1 -8450,Erasure___I_Love_You,happy,"""I Love You You made your bed, now lie in it\nYou masochist of mayhem\nThis mortal coil is up for grabs\nIn danger forever\n\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand possibilities to mend your heart\n\nNow take these words and tie them up\nAnd give them back, give them back\nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\n\nYou call collect and I reject your foul abuse and your language\nWhere's your sense of etiquette?\nCan't you assess the damage?\n\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA row of possibilities around your heart\n\nNow take these tears and cry them in\nYour pillow dear and I'll be near\n\nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\n\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\n\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand possibilities to mend our hearts\n Now take these tears and cry them in\nYour pillow dear and I'll be near\n\nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\n\nTake these tears away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\n\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nNa-na-na-na-na ",0 -8119,Elton_John___I_Guess_Thats_Why_They_Call_It_The_Blues,calm,"""I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues [Verse 1]\nDon't wish it away\nDon't look at it like it's forever\nBetween you and me, I could honestly say\nThat things can only get better\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd while I'm away\nDust out the demons inside\nAnd it won't be long before you and me run\nTo the place in our hearts where we hide\n[Chorus]\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin' like children, livin' like lovers\nRollin' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust stare into space\nPicture my face in your hands\nLive for each second without hesitation\nAnd never forget I'm your man\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWait on me, girl\nCry in the night if it helps\nBut more than ever, I simply love you\nMore than I love life itself\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin' like children, livin' like lovers\nRollin' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Harmonica solo: Stevie Wonder]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWait on me, girl\nCry in the night if it helps\nBut more than ever, I simply love you\nMore than I love life itself\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin' like children, livin' like lovers\nRollin' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\n\n[Outro]\nLaughing like children, living like lovers\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nLaughing like children, living like lovers\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues\nAnd I guess that's why they call it the blues8 ",2 -174,AGATHODAIMON___The_Darkness_Inside,anger,"""The Darkness Inside Life sometimes feels like a nightmare\nWhen every step you take is a wrong one\nWith only binary choices there\nSeeming fair?\n\nThey say that time does slowly heal\nBut memories amplify the pain I feel\nForever haunting me, it's so unreal\nAnd still we dream... as we walk down the line...\nWe forever sleep\nSince ages dead inside\nA plunge red shrine\n\nEmotions and hope subside\nFoul like altar wine\n\nLife sometimes into a nightmare\nWhen every step you take is a wrong one\nWith only binary choices there\nSeeming fair?\n\nNot when luck has gone\nAnd I said\nNot when luck has gone\n\nLiving a life beyond light\nWith darkness to pattern my fate\nFeelings left aside\nLeft with despair and nothing but hate\nLeft to witness\nThe final fall of mankind\nNo outcome of existence\n\nLife sometimes even seems like it goes on\nStill every step you take is a wrong one\nMaybe you can wake up anytime you like\nBut you can never leave\nYou will never achieve\nThe feeling that life goes on\n Or are we already gone?\n\nLeft to witness\nThe final fall of mankind\nNo outcome of existence\nFloods my heart and mind\n\nA lifeless thing in living guise\nLeaping off to quick demise\n\nA blind man in a cave of eternal light\nRemnants of a dream that fades\n\nLife at times is hard to comprehend\nBut every step leads further to the end\nStill even death is but a guess\nAnd darkness weaves with many shades\nDarkness weaves with many shades\n\nTake a look beyond the silver glades\nSee darkness weave with many shades ",3 -240,Abba___Ring_Ring,happy,"""Ring Ring [Verse 1]\nI was sitting by the phone\nI was waiting all alone\nBaby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you\nIt's a dark and dreary night\nSeems like nothing's going right\nWon't you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes I'm down and feeling blue\nAnd I don't know what to do, oh-oh\n[Chorus]\nRing, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nRing, ring, the happiest sound of them all\nRing, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall\nAnd I sit all alone impatiently\nWon't you please understand the need in me\nSo, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou were here and now you're gone\nHey, did I do something wrong?\nI just can't believe that I could be so badly mistaken\nWas it me or was it you?\nTell me, are we really through?\nWon't you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nPlease forgive and then forget\nOr maybe darling better yet, oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nRing, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nRing, ring, the happiest sound of them all\nRing, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall\nAnd I sit all alone impatiently\nWon't you please understand the need in me\nSo, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\n [Outro]\nOh-oh, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nOh-oh, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring...1 ",0 -8351,Enrique_Iglesias___Escape,happy,"""Escape [Intro]\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\n\n[Verse 1]\nHere's how it goes\nYou and me, up and down\nBut maybe this time we'll get it right, worth the fight\n'Cause love is something you can't shake\nWhen it breaks When it breaks\nAll it takes is some trying\n[Chorus]\nIf you feel like leaving\nI'm not gonna beg you to stay\nBut soon you'll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo, if you go\nYou should know You should know\nIt's hard to just forget the past so fast\nIt was good It was good, it was bad, but it was real\nAnd that's all you have in the end, our love mattered\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you feel like leaving\nI'm not gonna beg you to stay I won't beg you to stay\nBut soon you'll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\n\n[Bridge]\nYou can run You can run\nYou can hide You can hide\nBut you can't escape my love My love\nYou can run You can run\nYou can hide You can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\n [Pre-Chorus]\nHere's how it goes\nAll it takes is some trying\nBaby, you can run...\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you feel like leaving\nI'm not gonna beg you to stay I won't beg you to stay\nBut soon you'll be finding You'll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\nIf you feel like leaving\nI'm not gonna beg you to stay\nYou can't escape my love\nBut soon you'll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love\n\n[Outro]\nYou can run\nYou can run\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can't escape my love\nYou can run\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nBut you can't escape my love, love, love\nYou can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love3 ",0 -2151,Augustana___Sweet_And_Low,sad,"""Sweet and Low [Verse 1]\nAnywhere you go, anyone you meet\nRemember that your eyes can be your enemies\nI said, hell is so close and heaven's out of reach\nBut I ain't giving up quite yet\nI've got too much to lose\n\n[Chorus]\nHold me down, sweet and low, little girl\nHold me down, sweet and low, and I will carry you home\nHold me down, sweet and low, little girl\nHold me down, and I'll carry you home\n[Verse 2]\nThe rain is gonna fall, the sun is gonna shine\nThe wind is gonna blow, the water's gonna rise\nShe said, when that day comes, look into my eyes\nNo one's giving up quite yet\nWe've got too much to lose\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I'll carry you all the way\nWhen you say you're fine\nBut you're still young, and out of line\nWhen all I need is to turn around\nTo make it last, to make it count\nI ain't gonna make the same mistakes\nThat put my mama in her grave\nI don't wanna be alone\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n[Ooohs]\n\n[Instrumental Closing] 2 ",1 -6452,Dark_Tranquillity___The_Treason_Wall,sad,"""The Treason Wall [Verse 1]\nLet me tell you about the loss of all\nThe failing of all that we hold dear\nWrapped up nicely in ourselves\nChaos resolves\nThat which order defiles\nWorthless lives\nAre ordered... are ordered blind\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't believe\nI don't believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don't believe\nI don't believe\n[Verse 2]\nI raise my hand against it all\nFor those who don't recognize the call\nWill the sense to overcome these nestled walls\nGonna break it, gonna break it, gonna break it down\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't believe\nI don't believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don't believe\nI don't believe\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet me nail you to the treason wall\nStab the night and the day from your sight\nAnd set the thought to flame\nFeeble devout\nNothing resides\nBreak it to pieces\nThat obstinate mind\n\n[Verse 4]\nI raise my fist to hold the line\nAgainst those who set themselves on high\nGonna break it, gonna break it\nGonna break it down\n [Chorus]\nI don't believe\nI don't believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don't believe\nI don't believe ",1 -1704,Arab_Strap___PeepPeep,sad,"'Peep Peep Once again, I\'ve gone a bit too far\nAnd I wish that was you there, peep-peeping\nThen as you rolled down the window of your car\nYou\'d say ""hello, stranger, how you been keeping?""\n\nAnd I\'d tell you I\'ve never been so fine\nBut you could tell something\'s amiss\nSo we\'d go and buy your favourite wine\nAnd while it chills, we could sit and reminisce\n\nBut I know now you\'d drive right by\nAnd so you should, after the way I was then\nAnd I hope you finish everything you try\nBut I can never be your brother again\nIt\'s not me who changed\nI still love to roam\nJust pick me up\nAnd take me home Embed', 'default'",1 -2651,Bedouin_Soundclash___Gyasi_Went_Home,happy,"""Gyasi Went Home Where do you come from?\nYou come from anywhere\nYou come from country where, water falls free to the sea\nI heard the English said\nYou got the best of it\nWhen Raleigh washed up and found solid gold in his hands\n\nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he's only breaking the law\nThere was a hill coolie, and a transatlantic slave\nThere came a day when they broke away free of their chains\nNow in country tempers run hot like Caribbean sun\nAnd the water flows, Gyasi when he went home\n\nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he's only breaking the law\n\nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he's only breaking the law",0 -9593,From_Autumn_To_Ashes___Take_Her_To_The_Music_Store,anger,"""Take Her To The Music Store [Benjamin Perri, Francis Mark]\n\nEmotionless grey skies\nBleed somber dreams of sorrow\nBlackened unseen heart\nTears a virgin's godlike innocence\nFrom its palace\nPaint sarcastic smiles upon new wounds\nTears of misery stain scar-filled minds\n\nHatred new like tomorrow flows from bitter memories\nPurity now embraced by sinful ideals why\nLifeless tomb rests weary with prowling peering eyes\nSilence falls upon deaf ears covered by night\n\nAlone in thought, shaking\nBiting tongues of lead at unfit moments\nScreaming disbelief with no faith in sight\n\nAnd her disgust has no borders\nNo limits to strive for\nShe bends and breaks\nTo rules set by the weak\n\nShe's finally seen she's a beautiful girl with a smile so grand\nShe could stop all the world\nStolen her skin he sews her mouth shut, nothing to him\nHer screams just die out\nAs she cries out, her voice dies out\nAs she cries out, her voice dies out\n\nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands\nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands\nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands\n\nSo beautiful, she cries\nSo beautiful\n Was it asked for? Was it implied?\nWhat could have been done?\nWas it asked for? Was it implied?\nWhat could have been done?\nInside her mind dies ",3 -8953,Feist___When_i_was_a_young_girl,calm,"""When I Was a Young Girl [Verse 1: Leslie Feist]\nWhen I was a young girl, I used to seek pleasure\nWhen I was a young girl, I used to drink ale\nOut of the ale house, down into the jail house\nMy body's salivated and hell is my doom\n\n[Verse 2: Leslie Feist]\nCome mama, come papa, and sit you down by me\nCome sit you down by me and pity my case\nMy poor head is aching, my sad heart in breaking\nMy body's salivating, and hell is my doom\n[Verse 3: Leslie Feist]\nPlease send for the preacher to come and pray for me\nAnd send for the doctor to heal all my wounds\nMy poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking\nMy body's salivating and I'm bound to die\n\n[Verse 4: Leslie Feist]\nOne morning, one morning, one morning in May\nI saw this young lady all wrapped in white linen\nAll wrapped in white linen and called out the plague",2 -9508,Franz_Ferdinand___Words_So_Leisured,sad,"""Words So Leisured [Verse 1]\nShe's an emotion avenger\nShe is the villain who sends a\nLine of dark fantastic passion\nShe knows that you will surrender\nKnows that you will surrender\nYou want this fantastic passion\nWill have fantastic passion\n\n[Chorus 1]\nYou can feel her lips undress your eyes\nWhy should ugly skin that never feels\nNever feel your fingers tingle, tense anticipation on it?\nThis one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it\nWords of love, words so leisured\nWords are poisoned darts of pleasure\nDie\n[Verse 2]\nYes, she's in her black mood tonight\nWatch her dye your black hair white\nRob you of your muscles, slacken\nAll the skin that was so tight\nSo ask for a reason\nOh, ask for any reason\nOh, ask for the one reply\nFor the one reply\n\n[Chorus 2]\nTry for the reason\nBut passion never lives, it dies with reason\nTry for the reason\nThen die 2 ",1 -7457,Doug_Supernaw___I_Dont_Call_Him_Daddy,sad,"""I Don’t Call Him Daddy [Verse 1]\nIt was six in the morning when I made the county line\nThere's someone I've got to talk to, can't get it off my mind\nHe is just a kid and he's in a pretty rough spot\nTwo dimes to make a phone call, that's about all I got\n\nHow's my boy today? I know it's been three weeks\nBut you know how far I've got to go these days to make ends meet\nHow's your mama now, with her new live-in friend?\nOh, how I hate the wounds that never seem to mend\n[Chorus]\nYou said, I don't call him daddy, but he takes care of things\nWhen you pick me up on Friday, are you gonna bring me anything?\nOh, don't worry Dad, you know, it don't matter what we do\nCause I don't call him daddy, he can never be like you\n\n[Verse 2]\nGod bless the little hearts, they're the ones who really pay\nWhen Mom and Dad can't get along and they go their separate ways\nIn a way I'm glad there's someone there to fill the empty space\nTears of understanding stream down a dirty face\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nHe is quite a little man growin' up as fast as he can\nAnd I don't get to see him half as much as I had planned\nThere's so much I need to tell him, so precious little time\nA little rain on the window, and a little wave goodbye\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nHe said, I don't call him daddy, but he takes care of things\nWhen you pick me up on Friday, are you gonna bring me anything?\nOh, don't worry Dad, you know, it don't matter what we do\nCause I don't call him daddy, he can never be like you",1 -3846,Bomfunk_MCs___Freestyler,happy,"""Freestyler [Intro: B.O.W.]\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nStraight from the top of my dome\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nC-c-c-carry on with the freestyler\n\n[Verse 1: B.O.W.]\nI got to throw on and go on\nYou know I got to flow on, selectors on ya radio play us\nCause we're friendly for ozone but that's not all so hold on\nTight as I rock the mic right, oh, excuse me, pardon\nAs I synchronize with the analysed upcoming vibes\nThe session, let there be a lesson, question\nYou carry protection or will your heart go on\nLike Celine Dion, Karma Chameleon\n[Chorus: B.O.W.]\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\n\n[Verse 2: B.O.W.]\nStyles, steelos, we bring many kilos\nSo you could pick yours, from the various\nAmbitious, nutritious, delicious, delirious or vicious\nJust tell us, we deliver anything\nFrom acappellas to best sellers, suckers get jealous\nBut they're soft like marshmallows, you know they can't handle\xa0us\nLike Debbie does Dallas, yeah, we come scandalous\nSo who the fuck is Alice, she from the Buckingham Palace?\n\n[Chorus: B.O.W.]\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\n [Bridge: B.O.W.]\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nStraight from the top of my dome\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nC-c-c-carry on with the freestyler\n\n[Chorus: B.O.W.]\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock-rock, rock the microphone14 ",0 -3992,Box_Car_Racer___Letters_To_God,sad,"""Letters to God [Verse 1]\nCaught off guard, all worked up\nThe air is as dark and cold as night\nLet me go, I'm not done\nI swear I'll take just one lifetime\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I, I won't lie, I won't sin\nMaybe I don't wanna go\nCan't you wait?\nMaybe I don't wanna go\n[Verse 2]\nI should have asked, I could have helped\nAt least a fucking 1.000 times before\nWill this offer get me in\nOr does this prove that they gave more?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I, I won't lie, I won't sin\nMaybe I don't wanna go\nCan't you wait?\nMaybe I don't wanna go\n\n[Piano solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I, I won't lie, I won't sin\nMaybe I don't wanna go\nCan't you wait?\nMaybe I don't wanna go\n\nAnd I, I won't lie, I won't sin\nMaybe I don't wanna go\nCan't you wait?\nMaybe I don't wanna go 7 ",1 -7870,El_Perro_Del_Mar___God_Knows_You_Gotta_Give_To_Get,sad,"""God Knows You Gotta Give to Get God knows\nI've been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI've been taking a lot without giving back\n\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back to the love\nGod knows\nI've been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI've been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI've been asking a lot without giving back\n\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back to the love\n\nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back",1 -6400,Danzig___Mother,sad,"""Mother [Verse 1]\nMother\nTell your children not to walk my way\nTell your children not to hear my words\nWhat they mean\nWhat they say\nMother\nMother\nCan you keep them in the dark for life?\nCan you hide them from the waiting world?\nOh mother\nFather\nGonna take your daughter out tonight\nGonna show her my world\nOh father\n[Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's like\nTill you're bleeding\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's\n\n[Verse 2]\nMother\nTell your children not to hold my hand\nTell your children not to understand\nOh mother\nFather\nDo you want to bang heads with me\nDo you want to feel everything\nOh father\n\n[Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's like\nTill you're bleeding\n [Post-Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's\nYeah!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's like\nTill you're bleeding\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it's\nWhoa\nMother\nYeah!22 ",1 -6072,Cult_Of_Luna___Crossing_Over,sad,"""Crossing Over Traces in snow\nA red line grows through and leads me below\nNothing on this side ties me\n\nOne step, one glimpse of an eye\nOne moment can change everything\nWait here 'til my words spread across the sky\nAnd into the chambers of every soul",1 -4205,Brett_Anderson___Scarecrows_And_Lilacs,sad,"'Scarecrows and Lilacs The scarecrow waits on the hill all day, and a sparrow calls as the evening falls\nWe covered the mountain like snow; we covered the forest like crows\nBut were lie down where the lilacs grow\n\nYour hands look small, and the skin is so cold\nWith your nails all cracked, like beetles backs\nTheir cover the village like ghosts, their cover the mountain like crows\nBut their find us where our blood meets the snow\nWhere the lilacs grow Embed', 'default'",1 -1580,Antimatter___Psalms,sad,"""Psalms Poor boy he knows he's alive, he's afraid to learn\nHe don't want to get where he's going cos he thinks he's gonna burn\nHe can't handle being born in the middle of a big black line\nNo matter where he looks, to him it's just either side\nClose your eyes when you feel you're going under\nClose your eyes; you can make the shore this time\nClose your eyes; you can make it through the wild\n... you can make it through the wild\nPoor boy he knows in this life he'll get hunted down\nHe don't want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground\nHe can't hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye\nYou can't wash the canvas now cos it's full of dye",1 -6023,Crispian_St_Peters___You_Were_On_My_Mind,happy,"""You Were On My Mind Well, I woke up this mornin'\nYou were on my mind\nI said you were on my mind\n\nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind\n\nSo I went to the corner\nJust to ease my pain\nI said just to ease my pain\nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI came home again\n\nBut I woke up this mornin'\nYou were on my mind\nYou were on my mind\n\nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind\n\nBut I've got a feelin'\nYeah, down in my shoes\nI said way down in my shoes\n\nWell, I gotta ramble, whoa, whoa\nI gotta move on, whoa, whoa\nI gotta walk away my blues\n\nWhen I woke up this mornin'\nYou were on my mind\nI said you were on my mind\n\nWell, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind, yeah",0 -4658,Cake___Arco_Arena,happy,"""Arco Arena [Album version is instrumental. In rare vocal version, these are the :]\nWelcome to the Kings' palace\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nWhy walk in circles?\nWhy walk in circles?\nWhy walk in circles when you can win?\nMove your feet to the spirit of the ball\nMove your feet to the spirit of the ball\nWelcome to the Kings' palace\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nCrazy Train, daisy chain\nPeople just getting lazy, complaining\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nThe parking lot sparkles hot\nAround the busy sports complex\nCrazy Train, daisy chain\nPeople just getting lazy, complaining\nArco Arena\nArco Arena",0 -3180,Bing_Crosby___Pennies_From_Heaven,happy,"""Pennies from Heaven A long time ago\nA million years BC\nThe best things in life\nWere absolutely free\nBut no one appreciated\nA sky that was always blue\nAnd no one congratulated\nA moon that was always new\nSo it was planned that they would vanish now and them\nAnd you must pay before you get them back again\nThat's what storms were made for\nAnd you shouldn't be afraid for\nEvery time it rains it rains\nPennies from heaven\nDon't you know each cloud contains\nPennies from heaven\nYou'll find yor fortune falling\nAll over town\nBe sure that your umbrella is upside down\nTrade them for a package of sunshine and flowers\nIf you want the things you love\nYou must have showers\nSo when you hear it thunder\nDon't run under a tree\nThere'll be pennies from heaven for you and me",0 -8912,Fatboy_SlimMacy_Gray___Demons,calm,"""Demons [Verse 1]\nThey say she had a heart attack\nI think the creature's coming back\nAnd I am fine 'cause all my love's electrifying\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I'm comfy like a cesspool\nWanna be with you\nAnd it's my premonition\nI better give my heart a listen\nAnd my preacher said\n[Chorus]\nAll of your demons will wither away\nEcstasy comes and they cannot stay\nYou'll understand when you come my way\n'Cause all of my demons have withered away\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey said he shook himself to death\nI wanna dance 'til my last breath\nBut mister disco only parties hard in Frisco\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nComfy like a cesspool\nWanna be with you\nAnd it's my premonition\nI better give my heart a listen\nAnd my preacher say\n\n[Chorus]\nAll of your demons will wither away\nEcstasy comes and they cannot stay\nYou'll understand when you come my way\n'Cause all of my demons have withered awaySee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 2 ",2 -728,Alice_In_Chains___Dam_That_River,anger,"""Dam That River [Verse 1]\nI broke you in the canyon\nI drowned you in the lake\nYou, a snake that I would trample\nOnly thing I'd not embrace\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, you couldn't dam that river\nAnd maybe I don't give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn't dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away\n[Verse 2]\nI pushed and then you stumbled\nI kicked you in the face\nYou stared at me so hollow\nGot to keep that killing pace\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, you couldn't dam that river\nAnd maybe I don't give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn't dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nI burned the place around you\nI hit you with a rake\nYou piss upon my candle\nSo proving you're a fake\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, you couldn't dam that river\nAnd maybe I don't give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn't dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away 9 ",3 -3385,Black_Sabbath___Buried_Alive,sad,"""Buried Alive Once upon a nightmare\nOnce upon a time\nYou're running from temptation\nYou got lost\nAnd found that you don't\n\nBelong to anybody\nYou're all the same\nJust another number\nCross it out\nWhenever you don't behave\nSomeone got the doctor\nHe knows what to do\nThrow some bones and mumble\nThe devil's inside of you\n\nIt might be contagious\nIt might change the plan\nGet back in your tiny boxes\nEven if you can't\nWe say you can\n\nJoin the congregation\nEverybody's got to get in line and\nWe never justify\nThe choir sings a never-ending lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus:]\nWhen you thought you were free\nYou didn't need a reason\nNo reason to survive\n\n[Chorus]\nAs the big door closes\nAnd you waiting for the nail\nSomebody tell the world\nYou're buried alive\n Once upon a nightmare\nOnce upon a time\nYou're running from tomorrow\nYou got lost\nAnd found that another\nDay has turned to ashes\nTaken by the wind\nFrozen seeds of sorrow\nNever to begin\n\nJoin the celebration\nAnd everybody's got to get in line and\nWe never justify\nThe choir sings a never-ending lie\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen you thought you were free\nYou did not need a reason\nNo reason to survive\n\n[Chorus]\nAs the big door closes\nAnd you waiting for the nail\nSomebody tell the world\nYou're buried alive\nOne more nightmare\nJust one more time\nJoin the congregation\nEverybody get in line\n\nCelebration\nThe choir sings a lie\nAs you call\nThe hammer falls\nAnd no one hears you cry\nI'm buried alive ",1 -2926,Bethany_Dillon___All_I_Need,happy,"""All I Need When the day is done\nAnd there's no one else around\nWhile I'm lying here in bed\nYou're in my heart, You're in my head\nYou're all I need, You're all I need\nThere are a million voices\nCalling out my name\nBut You're the One I want to hear\nSo make the others disappear\n\nYou are all I need when I'm surrounded\nYou are all I need if I'm by myself\nYou fill me when I'm empty\nThere is nothing else\nYou're all I need\nWhen the morning comes\nAnd Your mercy is renewed\nThere's a fire in my bones\nI'm not afraid to go alone\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nThe sun on my face\nI hear You whisper loud\nYou're still the God that opens seas\nEvery flower, even me\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\n\nYou are all I need when I'm surrounded\nYou are all I need if I'm by myself\nYou fill me when I'm empty\nThere is nothing else\nYou're all I need\n\nI'm drawn to everything that You do\nNothing compares with You",0 -7309,Dixie_Chicks___Once_Youve_Loved_Somebody,sad,"""Once You’ve Loved Somebody [Verse 1]\nI should go out tonight, get on with my life\nBreak these chains of solitude\nWith a little luck and a little help, I might even find myself\nIn the arms of someone new\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause once you've loved somebody\nIt ain't that easy to do\nOnce you've loved somebody\nLike I loved you\n[Verse 2]\nLook what you've gone and done, ruined everything for anyone\nWho tries to steal this heart away\nI can't get you off of my mind, I've tried to tell myself a million times\nA little time is all it takes\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause once you've loved somebody\nIt ain't that easy to do\nOnce you've loved somebody\nLike I loved you\n\n[Bridge]\nI gave you everything that I had to give\nAnd I don't know if I could go that far again\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause once you've loved somebody\nIt ain't that easy to do\nOnce you've loved somebody\nLike I loved you\n\n[Outro]\nOh, once you've loved somebody\nIt ain't that easy to do\nOnce you've loved somebody\nLike I loved you",1 -7376,Don_Henley___The_Last_Worthless_Evening,sad,"""The Last Worthless Evening [Verse 1]\nI know you broke up with him\nAnd your heart's still on the shelf\nIt's been over two years for me\nAnd I'm still not quite myself\nYou can't be with someone new\nAnd you can't go back to him\nYou're beginning to realize\nThat it's sink or swim\n\n[Verse 2]\nI see you around sometimes\nAnd my heart just melts\nYou're lookin' like if you had your wish\nYou'd be somewhere else\nAnd it just breaks my heart\nTo see you here this way\nSomeday, I'll get the nerve\nTo walk up to you and say\n[Chorus]\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance\nTo show you how to love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend\n'Cause I'll be there\nWhen your broken heart is on the mend\n\n[Verse 3]\nEvery night, it's the same old crowd\nIn smoky rooms\nYou catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes\nBut it never blooms\nAnd I've been around this block\nA time or two\nAnd I made some big mistakes\nBut girl, I promise you, I promise you\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance\nTo show you how to love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend\n'Cause it won't be long\n'Til your little heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n [Bridge]\nTime, time, tickin', tickin', tickin' away\nTime, time, tickin', tickin', tickin'\nTime, time, tickin', tickin', tickin' away\nTime, time, tickin', tickin', tickin'\n\n[Verse 4]\nPeople inside their houses\nWith the shades pulled down\nGod knows we could use some romance\nIn this sleepy bedroom town\nI know you're still afraid\nTo rush into anything\nBut there are just so many summers, babe\nAnd just so many springs\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd this is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend, baby\nJust gimme a chance, gimme a chance\nTo show you love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend\n'Cause it won't be long\n'Til your little heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah\n[Chorus]\nUh-huh\nThat you'll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance, darlin'\nTo show you how to love again, again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you'll have to spend, yeah\n'Cause it won't be long\n'Til your broken heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, oh yeah\n\n[Outro]\nUh-huh\nThat you'll have to spend1 ",1 -5778,Concrete_Blonde___Everybody_Knows,sad,"""Everybody Knows Everybody knows the dice are loaded\nEverybody rolls with their fingers crossed\nEverybody knows that the war is over\nEverybody knows that the good guys lost\nEverybody knows the fight is fixed\nThe poor stay poor and the rich get rich\nThat's how it goes\n\nEverybody knows the boat is sinking\nEverybody knows that the captain lied\nEverybody's got this broken feeling\nLike their mama or their dog just died\nEverybody's hands are in their pockets\nEverybody wants a box of chocolates\nAnd a long stem rose\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat's how it goes\nEverybody knows\n\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat's the way it goes\nEverybody knows\n\nEverybody knows that it's now or never\nEverybody knows that it's me or you\nEverybody knows that you live forever\nWhen you had a line or two\nEverybody knows the deal is rotten\nOld black Joe still pickin' cotton\nFor your ribbons and bows\n\nEverybody knows you love me baby\nEverybody knows that you really do\nEverybody knows that you've been faithful\nGive or take a night or two\nEverybody knows you've been discreet\nSo many people you had to meet\nWithout your clothes\nAnd everybody knows\n Everybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat's the way it goes\nEverybody knows\n\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat's how it goes\nAnd everybody knows2 ",1 -5107,Chairmen_Of_The_Board___Didnt_We,happy,"""Didn’t We This time we almost made the pieces fit\nDidn't we?\nThis time we almost made some sense of it\nDidn't we?\nThis time I had the answer, right here in my hand\nThen I touched it and it had turned to sand\n\nThis time we almost sang our song in tune\nDidn't we, love?\nThis time we almost made it, made it to the moon\nDidn't we, love?\nThis time we almost made our poem rhyme\nThis time we almost made that long hard climb\nDidn't we almost make it?\nDidn't we almost make it?\nDidn't we almost make it this time?",0 -2481,Barry_White___Dont_Make_Me_Wait_Too_Long,happy,"""Don’t Make Me Wait Too Long [Spoken Intro]\nBaby, it's really amazing what I go through without you\nYou know sometimes I find myself counting\nCounting the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the moments\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling, please don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\nPlease don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\n[Verse 1]\nWhen I'm away from you\nSeems like forever, yeah\nGirl, if you only knew\nWhat I go through without you\nBut knowing in a moment I'll\nI'll see that face and see your smile Give it here\nI turn the key Give it here, open up the door Give it here\nGirl, there you are, I can't take much more\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling, please don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\nDon't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're in my arms again\nAnd heaven is waiting\nAh, one more kiss and then\nAnd I'll be in time be making\nMaking you feel inside\nHave you pleased and so satisfied Give it here\nNo visits tonight Give it here, and no phone calls Give it here\nYou've got what I want - girl, I want it all\n [Chorus]\nDarling, please don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\nPlease, don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nYou I need\n\n[Spoken]\nBaby, I swear that I, I really can't take much more of this\nSwear I really can't take much more of this\nGive it up, baby - oh Lord, give it up\nWhat do I have to do to make you, make you...\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, please don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nYou I need\nPlease, don't make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan't you see it's only you I want\nAnd you I need\n[Outro]\nPlease don't make me wait too long\nGirl, don't make me, make me\nIt's only you I want, I want\nDon't make me wait too long, too long\nIt's only you I want. I want\nDon't make me wait too long, too long\nIt's only you I want, I want\nDon't make me wait too long, too long ",0 -7366,Dolores_ORiordan___Apple_Of_My_Eye,sad,"""Apple Of My Eye As the days go by\nThe apple of my eye\nI'll always wait for you\n\nAnd as a new day dawns\nThe darkness moves away\nAnd I will wait for you\n\nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you\nWell it's hard to hold\nThe room is turning cold\nThe candle flickers still\n\nAnd what I would not do\nFor the love of you\nWould you hold on to me?\n\nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you\n\nAs the days the go by\nThe apple of my eye\nI'll always wait for you\n\nAnd as a new day dawns\nThe darkness moves away\nAnd I will wait for you\n\nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you\n I will remember, I will remember the face of you\nI will remember, I will remember the touch of you\nI will remember, I will remember the face of you\nI will remember, I will remember the touch of you ",1 -2052,Athlete___Black_Swan_Song,happy,"""Black Swan Song I waded through the darkest fields you'd imagine\nYour pretty face sketched on the barrel of my gun\nAnd I know you'll be the first to welcome me\nWhen I climb into eternity\nOh, oh\n\nThe forest always kept us warm\nBut it doesn't feel like home anymore\nAnd I know there's bigger mountains where you are\nAnd a better climate for my heart\nOh, oh\nI've been racing the clock\nAnd I've run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms\n\nThough many battles I have won\nI lost too many friends I could count on\nAnd I know, they'll be the first to welcome me\nWhen I parachute into eternity\nOh, oh\n\nI've been racing the clock\nAnd I've run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms\n\nAnd the rain beat down on the rooftops\nBut there was no sound\nThere was no sound\nAnd all my friends and family carried me\nThey carried me home\nCarried me home\n I've been racing the clock\nAnd I've run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms\nI've been racing the clock\nAnd I've run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms ",0 -7665,Easy_Star_AllStars___No_Surprises,happy,"""No Surprises A heart that's full up like a landfill\nA job that slowly kills you\nBruises that won't heal\n\nYou look so tired and unhappy\nBring down the government\nThey don't, they don't speak for us\nI'll take a quiet life\nA handshake of carbon monoxide\n\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nSilent, silent\nThis is my final fit, my final bellyache with\n\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises please\n\nSuch a pretty house, such a pretty garden\n\nNo alarms and no surprises let me out of here\nNo alarms and no surprises let me out of here\nNo alarms and no surprises please let me out of here",0 -3178,Billy_Talent___Sympathy,happy,"""Sympathy [Verse 1]\nA slap in the face\nAnd I can't erase\nThese things that you say\nDon't make it all okay, it's not okay\n\nWhen push comes to shove\nI'll put on the gloves\nIntentions are cruel\nI ain't nobody's fool you know it hurts..\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMy pride, step aside\n'Cause I don't need your..\n\n[Chorus]\nSympathy! Won't get the best of me\nMisery! That's what you're giving me\nSympathy! It's just like trickery\nBreaking me down\n\n[Verse 2]\nA fistful of lies\nDressed up in disguise\nAnd make no mistake\nI know they're all so fake, they're all so fake\n\nMy self-righteous friend\nI just can't pretend\nYour words are the truth\nSincere only when they suit you, it hurts..\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMy pride, step aside\n'Cause I don't need your..\n\n[Chorus]\nSympathy! Won't get the best of me\nMisery! That's what your giving me\nSympathy! It's just like trickery\nBreaking me down\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 Sympathy! Won't get the best of me\nMisery! This shit is killing me\nSympathy! It's just like trickery\nBreaking me down\nBreaking me down\n\n[Chorus]\nSympathy! Won't get the best of me\nMisery! That's what your giving me\nSympathy! It's just like trickery\nBreaking me down\n\nSympathy! Won't get the best of me\nMisery! This shit is killing me\nSympathy! It's just like trickery\nBreaking me down\n\n[Outro]\nBreaking me down\nBreaking me down ",0 -7219,Dinosaur_Jr___The_Leper,anger,"""The Leper [Verse]\nEmbarrassed to be alive\nSit with my life open wide\nYour stare is forcing my face open\nA leper crumbling, never joking\nWho should I believe?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSafest to wallow in my own esteem\nAfraid, stick my neck out\nKnowing the day has drawn\n[Chorus]\nI'm a leper\nScared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape\nA leper\nDoomed to this, my life is chosen to rape\n\n[Verse]\nEmbarrassed to be alive\nSit with my life open wide\nYour stare is forcing my face open\nA leper crumbling, never joking\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a leper\nScared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape\nA leper\nDoomed to this, my life is chosen to rape\n\n[Outro]\nI'm a leper, leper, leper",3 -6381,Danko_Jones___Code_Of_The_Road,anger,"""Code of the Road [Chorus]\nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nNobody knows a single place I go\nCity by city, night after night\n\n[Verse 1]\nBeen a long time on this lonely road, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it's worth the fight\nIf you've seen it once, I've seen it twice before, yeah\nLittle by little, night after night\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou've been waiting for this all of your life, yeah\nThe time is now to go\nNo hesitation, no backing down now\nSo just take it away\n\n[Chorus]\nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nPeople all around you, but you're all alone\nCity by city, night after night\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's about time I take it nice and slow, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it's worth the fight\nI say it all the time but then I start to roam yeah\nLittle by little, mile after mile\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou've been waiting for this all of your life yeah\nThe time is now to go\nNo hesitation, no backing down now\nSo just take it away\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n [Chorus]\nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nNobody knows a single place I go\nCity by city, night after night\n\n[Verse 1]\nBeen a long time on this lonely road, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it's worth the fight\nIf you've seen it once, I've seen it twice before, yeah\nLittle by little, mile after mile ",3 -7138,Dido___See_You_When_Youre_40,sad,"""See You When You’re 40 [Verse 1:]\nI've driven round in circles for three hours\nIt was bound to happen that I'd end up at yours\nI temporarily forgot there's better days to come\nI thought that I would give it just one more chance\n\n[Chorus 1:]\nCause I want, tonight, what I've been waiting for\nBut I found, tonight, what I'd been warned about\n\n[Verse 2:]\nYou think you are complicated, deep mystery to all\nWell, it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special\nAll energy, no meaning with a lot of words\nSo paper thin that one real feeling could knock you down\n[Chorus 2:]\nAnd I've seen, tonight, what I'd been warned about\nI'm gonna leave, tonight, before I change my mind\n\n[Verse 3:]\nSo see you when you're 40, lost and all alone\nBeing comforted by strangers you'll never need to know\nNot sad because you lost me\nBut sad because you thought it was cool to be sad\n\nYou think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd\nWell if you had walked past me today I wouldn't have picked you out\nI wouldn't have picked you out\nI wouldn't have picked you out\n\n[Chorus 3:]\nNow I've seen, tonight, how could I waste my time?\nAnd I'll be on my way, and I won't be back\nCause I've seen, tonight, what I've been warned about\nYou're just a boy, not a man, and I'm not coming back\n\n[Outro:]\nAnd I'm not coming back\nWhat I'd been warned about 3 ",1 -1165,Amy_Winehouse___Valerie,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -3570,Blondie___In_The_Flesh,happy,"'In the Flesh [Verse 1]\nDarling, darling, darling\nI can\'t wait to see you\nYour picture ain\'t enough\nI can\'t wait to touch you in the flesh Ooh\nDarling, darling, darling Darling\nI can\'t wait to hear you\nRemembering your love Ooh\nIs nothing without you in the flesh\n\n[Bridge]\nWent walking one day on the lower East side\nMet you with a girlfriend, you were so divine\nShe said, ""Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine""\nI couldn\'t resist you, I\'m not deaf, dumb, and blind\n[Verse 2]\nDarling, darling, darling Darling\nNow you\'re out of town\nThose girls that you run with Ooh\nThey bring my head down\nOoh, darling Darling darling Darling\nWatch out if I see you\n\'Cause if you say, ""Hello""\nIt\'ll mean you want to see me in the flesh\n\n[Outro]\nOoh, warm and soft, in the flesh\nOoh, close and hot, in the flesh\nOohSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 1Embed', 'default'",0 -7202,Dinah_Washington___What_a_Difference_a_Day_Makes,happy,"""What a Difference a Day Makes [Verse 1]\nWhat a diff'rence a day made\nTwenty-four little hours\nBrought the sun and the flowers\nMm, where there used to be rain\nMy yesterday was blue, dear\nToday I'm a part of you, dear\nMy lonely nights are through, dear\nSince you said you were mine\n\n[Verse 2]\nLord, what a diff'rence a day makes\nThere's a rainbow before me\nSkies above can't be stormy\nSince that moment of bliss\nThat thrilling kiss\nIt's heaven when you\nFind romance on your menu\nWhat a diff'rence a day made\nAnd the difference is you",0 -8400,Enuff_Z_Nuff___New_Thing,happy,"'New Thing Information came about her\nSuddenly, I live without her\nTurn my stereo up louder\nI don\'t wanna hear about her\nTook myself a small vacation\nKind of on investigation\nChecking out a new sensation\nFinding much invigoration\nHand is on the buzzer\nAnd I\'m walkin\' through the door\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high on a new thing\n\nEverybody wants to find it\nJust they\'re all so narrow-minded\nSee a hill, they\'ve got to climb it\nMay be pots of gold behind it\nWorry, worry is your answer\nIf you like your wrinkles faster\nNursing old things make them last\nThe way we did it in the past\nWith everybody telling you\n""You ain\'t got no respect!""\n\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high on a new thing\n\nSuicide don\'t make it\n\'Cause you\'re lonely in the end\n\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high, high, high on a new thing\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOn a new thing\n On a new thing\nI get high, I get high, so high\nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, let\'s get high\n\nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, I\'m so high\nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, I\'m so high\n\nOn a new thing\nLet\'s get high\nOn a new thing\nGet high\nOn a new thing2Embed', 'default'",0 -7273,Dishwalla___Counting_Blue_Cars,sad,"""Counting Blue Cars [Verse 1]\nMust have been mid afternoon\nI could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out\nAnd he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street\nHe had many questions like children often do\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, tell me all your thoughts on God\nTell me am I very far?\n\n[Verse 2]\nMust have been late afternoon\nOn our way the sun broke free of the clouds\nWe count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street\nAnd ask many questions like children often do\n[Chorus]\nWe said, tell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I would really like to meet her\nAnd ask her why we're who we are\nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I am on my way to see her\nSo tell me am I very far, am I very far now?\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's getting cold picked up the pace\nHow our shoes make hard noises in this place\nOur clothes are stained\nWe pass many cross-eyed people\nAnd ask many questions like children often do\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I would really like to meet her\nAnd ask her why we're who we are\nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I am on my way to see her\nSo tell me am I very far\nAm I very far now, am I very far now, am I very far now?\nTell me all your thoughts on God 3 ",1 -3336,Black_Light_Burns___Stop_A_Bullet,sad,"""Stop A Bullet [Verse 1]\nI've got something to say\nI've acquired a taste for watching you in pain\nIt's pretty hard to admit\nIt makes me feel like shit\nBut I mean it\nAnd I know that I'm wrong\nThe weaker you get, the more I feel strong\nSo I want you to leave\nWipe your face on your sleeve\nAnd beat it\n[Verse 2]\nThis doesn't end with you\nI walk around and I think if people only knew\nThat I wish they were cursed\nThat I wish them the worst\nI really wish 'em the worst\nBut I'm doin' my best\nAnd I hope you forgive me now that I've confessed\n'Cause I'm trying to resist\nMy heart becoming a fist\nForever\n\n[Hook]\nBecause you can't, you can't\nYou can't stop a bullet\nI'm giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it\nYou can't, you can't\nYou can't stop a bullet\nI'm giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou've got something to say\nYou've acquired a taste for watching me in pain\nIt's pretty hard to admit\nIt makes you feel like shit\nBut you mean it\nWhat the hell can we do?\nI'm a different face of the man you knew\nI'm a hole you'll fill\nFor the rest of your life\n [Hook]\n\n[Outro x4]\nYou can't, you can't\nYou can't stop a bullet\nI'm giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it3 ",1 -4812,Caravan___Aristocracy,happy,"""Aristocracy [Intro]\nI mean, we got, we're twelve o'clock only\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou talk of all the many things that you have\nAnd you smile from day to day\nBut no one has ever seen any of these\nAnd those smiles just fade away\nSomeone keeps shouting out 'I want to know'\nWell I can't help singing this song\nWhen they tell me that the devil is a gentleman too\nI know I can't go wrong\n[Bridge 1]\nI have to slip away today\nI've been invited down to stay\nYes I feel my going down\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey say that eight fishes call men in the sea\nAnd use man-made for the bait\nAnd shoots all the people that fly in the sky\nThat chance on his estate\nThat feeds on salmon, that just has to be seen\nAnd none but he can do\nThey tell me this and they tell me that\nAnd tell me this is always, always something new\n\n[Bridge 2]\nYou'd better believe it's so\nI made up my mind to go\nA whole world waits for you, whoo\n\n[Chorus]\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\n [Verse 3]\nI'll sit with my head thrust down on your knees\nAnd smile for you again\nAnd you won't have to worry about anything now\nI'll be halfway there by ten\nIt only takes a moment to decide on the move\nIt all seems so absurd\nStill I know that the devil is a gentleman too\nWho never keeps his word\n\n[Bridge 3]\nI made up my mind to go\nYou'd better believe it's so\nA whole world waits for me\n\n[Chorus]\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\n\n[Instrumental Outro] ",0 -423,Aerosmith___I_Dont_Want_To_Miss_A_Thing,sad,"""I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing [Verse 1]\nI could stay awake just to hear you breathin'\nWatch you smile while you are sleeping\nWhile you're far away and dreaming\nI could spend my life in this sweet surrender\nI could stay lost in this moment forever\nWhere every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't wanna close my eyes\nI don't wanna fall asleep\n'Cause I'd miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI'd still miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n[Verse 2]\nLying close to you, feeling your heart beating\nAnd I'm wondering what you're dreaming\nWonderin' if it's me you're seeing\nThen I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together\nAnd I just wanna stay with you\nIn this moment forever\nForever and ever\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna close my eyes\nI don't wanna fall asleep\n'Cause I'd miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI'd still miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n\n[Bridge]\nI don't wanna miss one smile\nI don't wanna miss one kiss\nWell, I just wanna be with you\nRight here with you, just like this\nI just wanna hold you close\nI feel your heart so close to mine\nAnd just stay here in this moment\nFor all the rest of time\nYeah Yeah\nYeah Yeah\nYeah!\n [Chorus]\nDon't wanna close my eyes\nDon't wanna fall asleep\n'Cause I'd miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI'd still miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna close my eyes\nI don't wanna fall asleep\n'Cause I'd miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n'Cause even when I dream of you\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI'd still miss you, babe\nAnd I don't wanna miss a thing\n\n[Outro]\nDon't wanna close my eyes\nI don't wanna fall asleep, yeah\nI don't wanna miss a thing44 ",1 -4222,Brett_Dennen___When_You_Feel_It,happy,"'When You Feel It Momma got to worrying because her boy left home in a hurry again\nHer photographs are fading, she keeps a box in the closet full of negatives\nWell, I left a note on the floor in my room\nI\'ve always been stubborn and late to bloom\nI had to lay down my load, my burdens are my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know\n\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nAnd I know, I know\nI was longing on a short summer night when I had the urge to leave\nI went out to find my muse with a eight in my pocket and a craving for some cajun blues\nI was following my follies when I saw her aboard the river queen\nI was courting my frail lady all the way to New Orleans\nBut I was swoon by a luminous tomb so I climbed the roof and gave that woman my croon\nI had to tell her all I know, my business is my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know\n\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nAnd I know, I know\n\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it\n\nWell, mamma got to worrying she said ""Now boy, I stay up late wondering where you been!\nOh, soon your gonna have to give in no you can\'t live forever the way that you been.""\nOh, mamma I\'m not trying to do not wrong I had to learn this is the way I get along\nIt\'s a life that I chose, my reasons are my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know\n When you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nI know, I know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you knowEmbed', 'default'",0 -4431,Bruce_Springsteen___Mansion_On_The_Hill,calm,"""Mansion on the Hill There's a place out on the edge of town, sir\nRising above the factories and the fields\nNow ever since I was a child, I can remember\nThat mansion on the hill\n\nIn the day, you can see the children playing\nOn the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel\nSteel gates that completely surround, sir\nThe mansion on the hill\n\nAt night, my daddy'd take me and we'd ride\nThrough the streets of a town so silent and still\nPark on a back road along the highway side\nLook up at that mansion on the hill\nIn the summer, all the lights would shine\nThere'd be music playing, people laughing all the time\nMe and my sister, we'd hide out in the tall cornfields\nSit and listen to the mansion on the hill\n\nTonight down here in Linden Town\nI watch the cars rushing by, far from the mill\nThere's a beautiful full moon rising\nAbove the mansion on the hillSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12",2 -2288,BB_King___Sweet_Little_Angel,happy,"""Sweet Little Angel I've got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes, when she spreads her wings around me\nI get joy, and everything\n\nYou know I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nOh yes, I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nWhoah, you know I ask her to buy a little drink of liquor\nAnd she gave me a whiskey still\nOh, if my baby should quit me\nI believe I would die\nOh if my baby should quit me\nLord I do believe I would die\nYes if you don't love me little angel\nPlease tell me the reason why 1 ",0 -9651,Funeral_For_A_Friend___This_Years_Most_Open_Heartbreak,sad,"'This Year’s Most Open Heartbreak [Verse]\nThrow that punch, swing to hit your target\nIt’s a pointless game, one better less played\nSuicide, to kiss your kids goodnight\nWill you take from them what they’ve taken from you?\n\n[Chorus]\nTo be the last one who will sing you to sleep\nTo be the last one who will sing you to\nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight\n[Verse]\n\nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight\nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight\n\nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs\n\n[Chorus] Embed', 'default'",1 -2866,Ben_Lee___Im_Willing,calm,"""I’m Willing I took a breath of fresh air\nI took in the view at the top\nI took a lock of her golden hair\nI took a look, it was gone\n\nIf living\nIs giving\nI'm ready\nI'm willing\n\nI took her heart, cause she let me\nI took a walk in the dark\nI took some time to decide\nIf it was right\nI took a walk in the dark\nIf living\nIs giving\nI'm ready\nI'm willing\n\nI took a piece of the puzzle\nI took a souvenir\nI took both roads, everywhere they went\nNow something's gotta give\n\nAnd I'm willing\nAnd I'm willing\nAnd I'm willing\nAnd I'm 1 ",2 -2941,Betty_Noyes___Baby_Mine,sad,"""Baby Mine [Verse 1]\nBaby mine, don't you cry\nBaby mine, dry your eyes\nRest your head close to my heart\nNever to part, baby of mine\n\n[Verse 2]\nLittle one when you play\nDon't you mind what you say\nLet those eyes sparkle and shine\nNever a tear, baby of mine\n[Verse 3]\nFrom your head to your toes\nYou're so sweet goodness knows\nYou are so precious to me\nCute as can be, baby of mine",1 -6346,Dangerdoom___Perfect_Hair,sad,"'Perfect Hair [Verse: MF DOOM]\nPerfect hair, to the second power of forever\nAsk him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never\nOn a mission with friends of fair weather\nSooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna, wear your leather prepared sweater\nAnd watch out for Catman my brothers\nHe keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Crothers\nA balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo\nFiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio?\nNot me yo, I\'m leavin\', gone\nEven if him got them bomb weavin\' Kanekalon\nNo more or less stress than your old boss\nThe tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores\nAnd Brenda, the best girl lost\nUncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss\nEarl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers\nVillain \'til he old and grey like olden day scam workers\nCirca one nine seventy-one\nOn the mic machine it seems his work will never be done\nHe seeks the ninth level of power\nBut weak geek might freak it in another hour\nOr so, they call the fool retarded hair guy\nIn school you could spot it when he nodded ""Here, why?""\nI think his true name was Gerald\nThe toupee, the male pattern anime herald\nA good laugh like the walk to the bank\nNot the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog\n[Outro: Master Shake]\nDanger DOOM, it\'s Master Shake, hey buddy!\nAh, did you get those e-mails I sent?\nUmm, I\'m still waitin, to hear from you\nI-I think, maybe you\'re, maybe you\'re in the shower\nDo you, are you in the shower? Okay\nBut I\'m still, totally, I got some other stuff\nUhh, but I\'m, I am committed more to doing yours\nSo, if you can let me know, today\nThat\'d, uhh, that\'d be great, okay?!\nJust, just gimme a call! And fa-for the schnizzle\nFor to do the rap pizzle\nAnd again I\'m really sorry, about that other one\nThe call... Meatwad sucks\nOkay, call me back dawg! 1Embed', 'default'",1 -3333,Black_Label_Society___Spoke_In_The_Wheel,sad,"""Spoke in the Wheel Lord, I question whether I've had my fill\nLord, I question whether I can take much more\nYou may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah\nNo more afters or befores\n\nSome day you'll know just how I feel\nYou left me there twice before\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheel\nSo you say I'm just another dollar baby\nSo you say I'm just another day, yeah\nOnce my blood was strong but now it's jaded and it's thin\nUnlike you I can still tell right from wrong\n\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nWhile you left me there twice before\nSome day you'll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheelSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82 1 ",1 -28,10cc___Life_Is_A_Minestrone,happy,"""Life Is a Minestrone [Verse 1]\nI'm dancing on the White House lawn\nSipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn\nHanging 'round the gardens of Babylon\nMinnie Mouse has got it all sewn up Come on, Pluto!\nShe gets more fan mail than the Pope Own up, own up\nShe takes the Mickey out of all my phobias\nLike signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne\nSuspended in deep freeze\n[Verse 2]\nI'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa\nHad an eyeful of the tower in France\nI'm hanging 'round the gardens of Madison\nThe seat of learning and the flush of success\nRelieves a constipated mind\nI'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner\nA fitting menu for a dilettante\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLove is the fire of flaming brandy\nUpon a crêpe suzette\nLet's get this romance cooking, honey\nBut let us not forget\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\n [Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLove is the fire of flaming brandy\nUpon a crêpe suzette\nLet's get this romance cooking, honey\nBut let us not forget\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\nC'mon, serve it up boys\n\n[Outro]\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine ",0 -2490,Basement_Jaxx___Raindrops,happy,"'Raindrops [Verse 1]\nIn a desert\nYou’re standing\nA silhouette\nIn motion\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOn the glory afternoons in June I need you\n\n[Chorus]\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\n[Verse 2]\nThere’s a space out there\nAnd then when we can move\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOn the glory afternoons in June I need you\n\n[Chorus]\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\n\n[Bridge]\nYou taste so great, on my lips\nYou taste so good, on my lips\nYour moisture drips upon my lips\nJust like a waterfall straight through the heart of me\n\nRaindrops\nRaindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\n [Chorus]\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\n\n[Outro]\nWhen I want you, I’ll follow you\nI’ll follow you\nWhen I want you, I’ll follow you\nI’ll follow youEmbed', 'default'",0 -3322,Black_Kids___Im_Making_Eyes_At_You,happy,"""I’m Making Eyes At You [Verse 1]\nSo you want my affection\nWe both know you'll only throw it away\nBut if you must have a go, fine, okay\nIf you must have a go, then go away\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm making eyes at you\nI've been making these eyes now, making these eyes since '82\nI've been making them green and grey and brown and delta blues\nI'm reciting a mantra but I can't tell you 'cause you're missing to me\nThat's all you'll ever be\n[Chorus]\nOh please don't, please don't speak\nYou'll kill the mystique\nOh baby let's not, let's not dance\nWe'll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can't help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou are missing to me\nAnd I am missing much\nYour sleepy panda eyes, those dangerous thighs, your dirty touch\nYou are the wildest one\nBut you're the one that I want\nI'm making eyes at you\nThat's all I ever do\n\n[Chorus]\nOh please don't, please don't speak\nYou'll kill the mystique\nOh baby let's not, let's not dance\nWe'll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can't help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique\n [Verse 4]\nSo you want my affection\nWe both know you'll only throw it away\nBut if you must have a go, fine, okay\nI said, if you must have a go, then go away\n\n[Chorus]\nOh please don't, please don't speak\nYou'll kill the mystique\nOh baby let's not, let's not dance\nWe'll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can't help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique\n\n[Outro]\nBa da ba da ba\nBa da ba da ba\nrepeat until fade1 ",0 -638,Albert_Hammond___I_Dont_Wanna_Die_In_An_Air_Disaster,anger,"'I Don’t Wanna Die in an Air Disaster The engines spit out fire, I\'m pushed back in my chair\nThe pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air\nAnd I love to watch the clouds and the mountains and the sky\nSwish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by\n\nLord, this is the life for me\nLord, oh Lord, this is the life for me\nBut I don\'t wanna die in an air disaster\nI don\'t wanna die on a plane\n\nWell, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal\nPower at my feet and glory at the wheel\nAnd I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair\nGod knows where I\'m going, but me, I don\'t care\nLord, this is the life for me\nLord, oh Lord, this is the life for me\nBut I don\'t wanna die in a freeway pile-up\nI don\'t wanna die on the road\n\nWell, I\'m young and I\'m pretty, and I wanna stay that way\nWanna be desirable \'til my dying day\nI don\'t wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage\nHave the nurses saying I\'m young for my age\n""He\'s young for his age.""\n\nOh Lord, don\'t let me go that way\nLord, oh Lord, don\'t let me go that way\nNo, don\'t make me go like a fading chorus\nDon\'t make me fade like a song\n\nLord, have mercy on your son\nLord, oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me\n\'cause I don\'t wanna die in an air disaster\nAnd I don\'t wanna die in a freeway pile-up\nAnd I don\'t wanna go like a fading chorus\nAnd I don\'t wanna die for no good reason\n\nAnd I just wanna go on and on Embed', 'default'",3 -536,Air___Electronic_Performers,sad,"'Electronic Performers We are the synchronizers\nSend messages through time code\nMIDI clock rings in my mind\nMachines gave me some freedom\nSynthesizers gave me some wings\nThey drop me through twelve bit samplers\n\nWe are electronic performers\nWe are electronics\n\nWe need to use envelope filters\nTo say how we feel\nRiding on magnetic waves\nWe search new programs for your pleasure\nI want to patch my soul on your brain\nBPM controls your heartbeats\nWe are the synchronizers\nWe are electronic performers Embed', 'default'",1 -5780,Concrete_Blonde___Beware_Of_Darkness,sad,"""Beware of Darkness Watch out, now, take care, beware of fallen singers\nDropping all around you\nThe pain that often mingles\nIn your fingertips\nBeware of darkness\n\nWatch out, now, take care and beware of thoughts that linger\nWinding up inside your head\nThe hopelessness around you\nIn the dead of night\nBeware of sadness\nIt can hit you\nIt can hurt you\nMake you sore and what is more\nThat is not what you are here for\nHere for\n\nWatch out, now, take care and beware of softshoe shufflers\nDancing down the sideboards\nAs each unconscious sufferer\nWanders aimlessly\nBeware of darkness\n\nWatch out now, take care, beware of greedy leaders\nThey take you where you should not go\nWhile weeping at the cedars\nThey just won't grow\nBeware of darkness",1 -8048,Elliott_Smith___Coast_to_Coast,sad,"""Coast to Coast Pushy preacher\n\nLast stop for a resolution\nEnd of the line, into confusion\nSo go, go see what's there for you\nNothing new\nNothing new for you to use\n\nI've got no new act to amuse you\nI've got no desire to use you, no\nBut anything that I could do\nWould never be good enough for you\nIf you can't help it, then just leave it alone leave it alone\nLeave it alone\nYeah, just forget it\nIt's really easy\nI believe I'll forget it too\n\nStill you're keeping me around\n'Til I finally drag us both down Gonna drag us both down\nPulling feathers out your hat Throwing feathers out your hat\nYes, I believe it's come to that I believe that's where it's at\nYou belong tagging along\nAnd I belong in the zoo\n\nSo I wait for confirmation\nThat you're never gonna use your starting gun\nUnless he's me, it sounds like sounds like\nBeing him just wasn't that much fun\nAnything that I could do\nWould never be good enough for you\n\nIf you can't help it then just leave it alone\nLeave me alone Leave me alone\nYeah, just forget it\nIt's really easy, I'll just forget it too\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nI'll do what I can so you can be what you do\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nI'll do everything I can so you can be what you do\nCoast to coast\nCoast to coast\n Circuit rider comes every fifth Sunday\nOh my lord, I fell asleep one day\nAnything that I could do\nIs there anything that I could do\nThat someone doesn't do for you It's never good enough for you\nThat someone didn't do for you That someone doesn't do for you\nThat I've already done for you\n\n[Poem]\n\nThat's why2 ",1 -1544,AntiFlag___1_Trillion_Dollar,happy,"""1 Trillion Dollar$ [Verse 1]\nOne trillion dollars could buy a lot of bling\nOne trillion dollars could buy most anything\nOne trillion dollars buying bullets, buying guns\nOne trillion dollars in the hands of killers, thugs\n\n[Chorus]\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh\nFuck the world\nFuck 'em all\n[Verse 2]\nOne trillion dollars to Africa, Iraq\nOne trillion dollars and it’s never coming back\nOne trillion dollars could buy some bad-ass drugs\nOne trillion dollars makes me wanna kill myself\n\n[Chorus]\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh\nFuck the world\nYeah Yeah\nFuck 'em all\n\n[Bridge]\nUntil the sun burns from the sky\nUntil the sun burns so bright this world is no more\nSunburns from the sky...\nAnd all the people are just dust on the ground\n\n[Verse 3]\nOne trillion dollars could buy a heart, a soul\nOne trillion dollars buying nations - all the world\nOne trillion dollars could make the fat lady sing\nOne trillion dollars, what a bullshit useless thing\n [Chorus]\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nShit loads of money spent will show us wrong from right\nFuck the world\nFuck 'em all1 ",0 -7719,Eddie_Floyd___Knock_On_Wood,happy,"""Knock on Wood [Verse 1]\nI don't wanna lose this good thing\nThat I've got, if I do\nI would surely, surely lose a lot\n'Cause her love is better than any love I know\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\n[Verse 2]\nI'm not superstitious about you\nBut I can't take no chance\nGot me spinnin', baby, baby, I'm in a trance\n'Cause your love is better than any love I know\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNo secret, that woman fills my lovin' cup\n'Cause she sees to it that I get enough\nJust one touch from her\nYou know it means so much\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\nI better knock, knock, knock\n\n[Outro]\nOh yeah, think I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock 1 ",0 -5802,Converge___Jacobs_Ladder,anger,"'Jacob’s Ladder To say that all of those words meant something\nWould be to say that your petty wars killed everything\nAnd I wonder if we ever had one of those moments\nBecause I can\'t count the times\nI tried to cut away the dead, hoping to grow up again\nHow much I tried to kill the smiling boy\nThe burden of falling out of the womb\nHow much ""not enough"" I ever gave\nHow much ""nothing"" I ever received\nI will solve these dreams before I wake up this time\nThis loss weighs, it will always weigh Embed', 'default'",3 -4159,Bread___Everything_I_Own,sad,"""Everything I Own [Verse 1]\nYou sheltered me from harm\nKept me warm, kept me warm\nYou gave my life to me\nSet me free, set me free\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe finest years I ever knew\nWere all the years I had with you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again\n[Verse 2]\nYou taught me how to love\nWhat it's of, what it's of\nYou never said too much\nBut still you showed the way\nAnd I knew from watching you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNobody else could ever know\nThe part of me that can't let go\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again\n\n[Bridge]\nIs there someone you know\nYou're loving them so\nBut taking them all for granted?\nYou may lose them one day\nSomeone takes them away\nAnd they don't hear the words\nYou long to say\n [Chorus]\nI would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nJust to touch you once again6 ",1 -2560,Beach_House___Wedding_Bell,sad,"""Wedding Bell [Verse 1]\nHello you're hoping\nTomorrow's never sewn\nBut you're singing\nThe only words you know\nWould you cry\nIf I lied, told a tale\n\n[Chorus]\nI chose ya\nYou're ringing\nThe only wedding bell\nAnd we're swimming\nThe seas we know so\nWell I tried to stay alive\nIn our beds, in our heads\nOh, but your wish is my command\n[Bridge]\nOh, is your heart still mine to sail?\nI've met yours, now meet mine\n\n[Chorus]\nI chose ya, you're ringing\nThe only wedding bell\nAnd we're swimming\nThe seas we know so well\nI tried to stay alive\nIn our beds, in our head\nOh, but your wish is my command 4 ",1 -3049,Bikini_Kill___Dont_Need_You,anger,"""Don’t Need You [Intro]\nAh\nUh\n\n[Verse 1]\nDon't need you to say we're cute\nDon't need you to say we're alright\nDon't need your atti-fucking-tude, boy\nDon't need your kiss goodnight\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa!\nWe don't need you\nWe don't need you\nUs girls don't need you\n[Verse 2]\nDon't need you to tell us we're good\nDon't need you to say we suck\nDon't need your protection\nDon't need your dick to fuck\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa!\nWe don't need you\nWe don't need you\nUs girls don't need you\n\n[Bridge]\nDoes it scare you\nThat we don't need you?\nDoes it scare you, boy\nThat we don't need you?\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa!\nWe don't need you\nWe don't need you\nUs whores don't need youSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29",3 -7450,Dot_Allison___Colour_Me,calm,"""Colour Me Now I'm sliding, it's intriguing\nSo young yet too old to learn\nThat summer is the thirst\nThe river always runs dry first\n\nYou're in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou're in heaven\n\nAs the tides they draw and close\nAnd the seasons turn again\nWill the moon still wax and wane?\nWill you always colour the day?\nYou're in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou're in heaven\n\nNow I'm sliding, it's intriguing this is heaven now\nSo young yet too old to learn\nThat summer is the thirst\nThe river always runs dry first\n\nYou're in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou're in heaven",2 -5737,Colony_5___Symphony_Of_Hope,happy,"""Symphony Of Hope I have begun to hold on to hope\nAm I enough to star in the scene she plays\nIn her dreams\n\nHope is a storm and I am so weak\nI hold on to her, I feel like a freak\nWe fight the winds, love is a kite\nWe hold on to the rope\nWe hold on to hope\n\nWe walk over mountains\nWe walk over crystal lakes\nA magic moment, we embrace\nCaught inside the fairytale\nThe lovers' secret place\nFear is a shield and I am afraid\nLove is so strong, it's like a grenade\nWe stand our ground, love is an anchor\nWe hold on to the rope\nWe hold on to hope",0 -6804,Death_From_Above_1979___Turn_It_Out,sad,"""Turn It Out [Verse 1]\nBe there for you\nSomeday soon\nDon't hold your breath\n\n[Refrain]\nI'm on the move, I'm on the\nMove\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know you have\nSo much to\nSay to me but\n[Refrain]\nI'm on the move, I'm on the\nMove\n\n[Outro]\nMove\nMove, move\nOh, we'll take the time\nTake the time to turn it out",1 -8873,Fall_Out_Boy___Youre_Crashing__But_Youre_No_Wave,happy,"'You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave [Verse 1]\nThe D.A. is dressed to the nines\nIn the mirror, he practices all his lines\nTo his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor\nI\'m guessing that he read the morning paper\nThe headline reads ""The man hangs""\nBut the jury doesn\'t\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd everyone\'s looking for relief\nUnited States versus disbelief\nMothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle\nClear your throat and face the world\nThe verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls\nOnly breathing with the aid of denial\n[Chorus]\nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked\nOn one to six, the gallery is hushed...\nBoys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado\nThe city sleeps in a cell, notwithstanding what we all know\nHang on a rope or bated breath\nWhichever you prefer\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd everyone\'s looking for relief\nA bidding war for an old flame\'s grief\nThe cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse\nNot a word that could make you comprehend\nToo well dressed for the witness stand\nThe press prays for whichever headline\'s worse\n\n[Chorus]\nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh\n [Bridge]\nFresh pressed suit and tie, unimpressed birds sing and die\nCan talk my way out of anything\nThe foreman reads the verdict, ""In the above entitled actions\nWe find the defendant guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty...""\n\n[Chorus]\nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...12Embed', 'default'",0 -2163,Autumnblaze___A_Crow_On_My_Shoulder,sad,"""A Crow on My Shoulder You said 'hello'\nYour amorous voice - sounding dew\nFloating upstairs with a kiss in mind\nYou found me distant\n\nI was a ghost - invisible boy\n\nYou said 'it is so cold'\nAnd you were right all the time\nWe slept in a shivering bed\nTo break at last\nI was a ghost - invisible boy\n\n[Chorus:]\nThere's a crow on my shoulder\nAnd a void in my head\nThere's a crow on my shoulder\nI can't love while I'm dead\n\n[Eldron, 10.9.01]",1 -4486,Bryan_Adams___Cloud_Number_Nine,happy,"""Cloud Number Nine Clue number one was when you knocked on my door\nClue number two was the look that you wore\nAn' that's when I knew it was a pretty good sign\nThat something was wrong up on cloud number nine\n\nWell it's a long way up\nAnd we won't come down tonight\nWell it may be wrong\nBut baby it sure feels right\n\nAnd the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes gonna be alright\n'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine\nAnd there ain't no place that I'd rather be\nAnd we can't go back but you're here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine\n\nNow he hurt you and you hurt me\nAnd that wasn't the way it was supposed to be\nSo baby tonight let's leave the world behind\nAnd spend some time up on cloud number nine\n\nWell it's a long way up\nAnd we won't come down tonight\nWell it may be wrong\nBut baby it sure feels right\nAll right\n\nWell the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes is gonna be alright\n'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine\n\nAnd there ain't no place that I'd rather be\nAnd we can't go back but you're here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 Well, we won't come down tonight\nYeah, we won't come down tonight\nNo, we won't come down tonight\n\n'Cause the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes is gonna be alright\n'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine\n\nAnd there ain't no place that I'd rather be\nAnd we can't go back but you're here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine\nYeah, we can watch the world go by\nUp on cloud number nine ",0 -4595,Butch_Walker___My_Way,happy,"""My Way So you grew up in a town where everybody's all the same\nLike a city full of zombies going by the same name\nSaying eat this, wear that, think ya know just where it's at\nWhen everybody's just alike, now tell me how you deal with that?\n\nThis much is true, so here's a finger let me say it\n\nThere's the right way, then there's my way\nThere's a highway, if you don't like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don't hear a word you say\nI'll be my way, if you don't like it you can take it\nYou got the ultimate song, but you're fuckin' up the words\nAnd you're fallin' from the bridge that goes straight into the verse\nThey're saying do this, do that, tell ya how to wear your hat\nIf everyone was just alike, I don't think I could deal with that!\n\nThis much is true, so can you hear me as I'm saying\n\nThere's the right way, then there's my way\nThere's a highway, if you don't like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don't hear a word you say\nI'll be my way, if you don't like it you can take it\n\nI don't want to, be the one who\nDoes everything like I'm told to\n4x\n\nThere's the right way, then there's my way\nThere's a highway, if you don't like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don't hear a word you say\nI'll be my way, if you don't like it you can take it",0 -4896,Carpenters___Hurting_Each_Other,sad,"""Hurting Each Other [Verse 1]\nNo one in the world\nEver had a love as sweet as my love\nFor nowhere in the world\nCould there be a boy as true as you, love\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll my love I give gladly to you\nAll your love you give gladly to me\nTell me why then, oh why should it be that\n[Chorus]\nWe go on hurting each other\nWe go on hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nHurting each other\nWithout ever knowing why\n\n[Verse 1]\nCloser than the leaves\nOn a weeping willow, baby, we are\nCloser, dear, are we\nThan the simple letters A and B are\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll my life I could love only you\nAll your life you could love only me\nTell me why then, oh why should it be that\n\n[Chorus]\nWe go on hurting each other\nWe go on hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nHurting each other\nWithout ever knowing why\n\n[Bridge]\nCan't we stop hurting each other?\nGot to stop hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nBreaking each other's heart\nTearing each other apart\nCan't we stop hurting each other?\nGot to stop hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nBreaking each other's heart\nTearing each other apart\n [Outro]\nCan't we stop hurting each other?... fade1 ",1 -3638,Blue_October___The_End,sad,"'The End Here alone, standing barefoot in our lawn\nWorms squeezing their way through my toes\nTonight that\'s how it goes\nI\'m at your window kneeling quiet\nI thought at least I\'d maybe try to get your head right your heart right\n""Let him go!""\n\nThen through the glass I see your dress fall to the floor as he embraces every inch of you\nThe woman I adore\nI can\'t believe the way you\'re bending\nCan\'t believe this neverending moaning asking him for more\nBegging him for more\nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n""Come home""\nI have to fix this on my own\nReplace my heart\nCause I\'m convinced mine broke the day I let us end\nReplace my heart\nI don\'t wanna live by coping, I\'m done with hoping.....end\n\nI creeped in close enough to see the way he touched her\nFrom her feet across her knees, inside her sweetest spot\nHe pleased and pleased her\nI turned around and tried to take control, but no control was capable\nIt was a centerfold of how less than low can possibly go\n\nI squeezed the life into my brain\nLike pushing knives into a vein\nI\'ve gotta get, I said I\'ve gotta get inside\nSo to the back window I crawl in silent\nStanding in the darkness of my living room\nThis used to be my home\n\nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n""Come home""\nI\'m moving forward to the bedroom door\nReplace my heart\nCause I\'m convinced mine broke the day I let us end\nReplace my heart\nI don\'t wanna live by coping, I\'m done with hoping...end\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow enough to sneak into the room among the corner darkness gloom\nI had to see this happening\nHe pushed himself so deep inside her clapping rang and bounced off every wooden walled room\nAnd that\'s when all went silent blank except for the color red\nAs I walked calmly numbing paralyzed beside the bed\nI said ""I know I\'m not allowed to be here. I just had to see how good your new man really fucks you. Cause you both been fucking me.""\n\n""So now I planned the last thing you can both do as a pair\nI tie both blindfolds tight around your fucking eyes to blind your stare\nI don\'t want to alarm you, but I figured we could end this in what seems easy quick and painless\nMan, so I\'ll get down to business\nI choose you first, there\'s a gun, it\'s at your head\nSo laugh at me one more time but keep your face inside the bed\nYou sit and watch me while I do this shit and learn from what I\'ve said.""\nI cocked the pistol pulled the trigger, and all I saw was red\n\nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n""Come home""\nI have to fix this on my own\n\nThen the screaming oh the screaming\nIt\'s nice to see you scared\nOf such a weak and stupid husband\nWho knows you never really cared\nI\'ll leave you with a question that I need to hear from your head\nWas all this worth it knowing you have just seconds left to live?\nNow think about your answer, as you lay face down on the bed\nI cocked the pistol pulled the trigger and all I saw was red\nI gently stroke her arm as she lies lifeless on her back\nThen placed the barrel in my mouth\nAll I saw was black1Embed', 'default'",1 -4815,Carbon_Based_Lifeforms___Abiogenesis,anger,"'Abiogenesis Wake up\nN equals r, f-p\nWake up\nF, l, wake up\n\nN equals r, f-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, f-c, l, wake up\nN equals r, f-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, f-c, l, wake up\n\nN equals R\nF-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, n-c, l Embed', 'default'",3 -4243,Brian_Mcfadden___Irish_Son,sad,"""Irish Son I was born in the heart of Dublin\nTo a holy book full of rules\nMade it go on our knees every Sunday with the other fools\n\nWe were walked by the Christian Brothers\nIn the cell blocks at our schools\nGet a handprint on your skin\nFrom a claw of jewels\n\nGo hit me now\nThat I'm twice your size\nWe brushed off the accusations\nAnd bowed before your lies\nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I'm old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI've seen so much that has changed me\nSo just break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCause this Irish son has moved with the times\n\nWeddings deaths,and baptising children\nThat's my debt paid to the church\nI don't need that kind of salvation\nWhen I get hurt\n\nDon't fill my head with sermons\nAnd force me to believe\n\nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I'm old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI've seen so much that has changed me\nSo just break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCause this Irish son has moved with the times\n Our father who art in heaven\nCome down here and make your presence known\nWe can't do it on our own\nThe lunatics have run the asylum\nHow can we find peace inside your home\nWhen you can't trust your own\n\nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I'm old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI've seen so much that has changed me\nJust break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCos' this Irish son has moved with the times\nYes this Irish son has moved with the times ",1 -6906,Derek__The_Dominos___Its_Too_Late,sad,"""It’s Too Late It's too late, she's gone\nIt's too late, my baby's gone\nWish I had told her she was my only one\nIt's too late, she's gone\n\nIt's a woman that cries\nSo I guess I've gotta dry my eyes\nYes, I will miss her more than anyone\nIt's too late, she's gone\n\nShe's gone she's gone, yes she's gone she's gone\nShe's gone she's gone, my baby's gone she's gone\nShe's gone she's gone, yes she's gone she's gone\nWhere can my baby be?\nAnd I wonder does she know\nWhen she left me, it hurt me so\nI need your love babe, please don't make me wait\nTell me it's not too late\n\nShe's gone she's gone, yes she's gone she's gone\nShe's gone she's gone, my baby's gone yeah she's gone\nShe's gone she's gone, ooh yeah she's gone she's gone\nWhere can my baby be?\n\nAnd I wonder does she know\nWhen she left me, it hurt me so\nI need your love babe, please don't make me wait\nTell me it's not too late",1 -4979,Cat_Power___Wild_is_the_Wind,sad,"'Wild Is the Wind Love me, love me, say you do\nLet me fly away with you\n\nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind\n\nGive me more than one caress\nSatisfy this hungriness\n\nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind\nYou touch me\nI hear the sound of mandolins, baby\n\nYou kiss me\nWith your kiss, my life begins\n\nLike a leaf clings to a tree\nBaby, please cling to me\n\nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind\n\nYou touch me\nI hear the sound of mandolins\n\nAnd you kiss me\nWith your kiss, my life begins\n\nLove me, love me, say you do\nLet me fly away with you 1Embed', 'default'",1 -8864,Fall_Out_Boy___I_Slept_With_Someone_In_Fall_Out_Boy_And_All_I_Got_Was_This_Stupid_Song_Written_About_Me,anger,"""I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me [Intro]\nI found the cure to growing older\nAnd you're the only place that feels like home\nJust so you know, you'll never know, and some secrets weren't meant to be told\nBut I found the cure to growing older\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends\nAnd I am sorry my conscience called in sick again\nAnd I've got arrogance down to a science\nOh, and I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends now\n[Chorus]\nDouse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up, no\n\n[Verse 2]\nFind a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips\nI'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped\nBack to your family 'cause I know you will be missed\nSo you can find a safe place\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBrace yourself, they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone\nBut, for what we've become, we just feel more alone\nAlways weigh what I've got against what I left\nSo, progress report: I am missing you to death\n\n[Chorus]\nDouse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up, no\n [Bridge: Chad Gilbert, Patrick Stump]\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, always borrowed, always blue\nI've found the cure to growing older\nI've found the cure to growing older\n\n[Chorus]\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt's so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can't cover it up\nCan't cover it up!19 ",3 -7066,Diana_Krall___Ill_String_Along_With_You,happy,"""I’ll String Along With You You may not be an angel\nCause angels are so few\nBut until the day that one comes along\nI'll string along with you\n\nI looking for an angel\nTo sing my love song to\nAnd until the day that one comes along\nI'll sing my song to you\n\nFor every little fault that you have\nSay I've got three or four\nThe human little faults you do have\nJust make me love you more\nYou may not be an angel\nBut still I'm sure you'll do\nSo until the day that one comes along\nI'll string along with youSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",0 -5607,Cobra_Starship___Its_Warmer_In_The_Basement,happy,"""It’s Warmer In The Basement [Verse 1]\nYou can't escape now\nI've got you locked inside this room\nYou know I tip good\nAnd soon, you will love me too\n\nDon't be upset now\nYou know that I get angry too\nDon't make me hurt you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's true\nNo one hears you in this room\nNo one hears you in this room\n[Chorus x2]\nThis is what you get\nWhen you're talking back baby\nI never bounce a check\nSo give it up, baby\nOpen up your eyes\nI want to watch you cry\nCome on, come on\nThe camera's on\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow I'm a changed man\nBut as a boy I was so true\nThe world can't protect you\nIt's true\nNot like money will\nYou want some bread now?\nJust promise me\nYou'll never make me believe you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's true\nNo one hears you in this room\nNo one hears you in this room\n\n[Chorus x4]\nThis is what you get\nWhen you're talking back baby\nI never bounce a check\nSo give it up, baby\nOpen up your eyes\nI want to watch you cry\nCome on, come on\nThe camera's on",0 -5358,Chris_Rea___I_Can_Hear_Your_Heartbeat,happy,"""I Can Hear Your Heartbeat In the silence of the side street\nIn the whisper of the night\nFrom the darkness of the empty hours\nTo the early morning light\n\nFrom the hustle down on Main Street\nWith all its lights so bright\nTo the trucker on the highway\nPressing through the night\n\nI can hear your heartbeat\nI can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\nI'm in a European disco\nAnd it's thumping up the beat\nThere's a jukebox in a café\nWhere the younger ones can meet\n\nWe got freezing Coca-Cola\nWe got anything you want\nI'm moving on that back beat\nGirl, but it's you that sings the song\n\n'Cause I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\n\nAnd I'm sailing on your wind song\nOh, I can feel the summer breeze\nYou've got me walking on my tiptoes\nYou've got me standing on my knees\n\nFrom the mills way down in Pittsburgh\nTo the clubs of gay Paris\nAh, no matter where I roam, girl\nYou can always get to me\n\n'Cause I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\n Oh, I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\n\nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nOh, I hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me ",0 -2273,Aztec_Camera___Jump,sad,"""Jump [Verse 1]\nI get up, and nothing gets me down\nYou got it tough, I've seen the toughest around\nAnd I know, baby, just how you feel\nYou've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy can't you see me standing here?\nI've got my back against the record machine\nI ain't the worst that you've seen\nOh don't you see what I mean?\n[Chorus]\nAh, you might as well jump\nWell, you might as well jump\nGo ahead\n\n[Verse 2]\nHow old are you? Who said that?\nBaby, how you been?\nYou say you don't know\nYou won't know until we begin\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut can't you see me standing here?\nI've got my back against the record machine\nI ain't the worst that you've seen\nAh, don't you know what I mean?\n\n[Chorus]\nAh, you might as well jump\nWell, you might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nYou might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nWell you might as well jump\nWell you might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump",1 -5282,China_Crisis___Christian,calm,"""Christian This is emotion\nEmotion less war\nA torn shirt and a long dead cause\nI can't sleep\nThis kind of thing gets me down\nDon't say walk\nI may lose my fear\n\nI could lose myself\nIn this honesty\nI read all sorts of things\nThere's so much to learn\nI've seen the hand that rushes in\nAs it rush over you\n\nI could lose myself\nIn this honesty\nChristian",2 -452,After_Forever___Equally_Destructive,happy,"""Equally Destructive Ground is shaking\nWaves are breaking\nThe wind has lost control\n\nThe air is shifting\nWhile its lifting force fools gravity\n\nA huge eruption\nVast explosions as it bursts the earth\n\nWater's pounding\nWaves are sounding deadly and extreme\nBut we are equally destructive\n\nEqually destructive as we are\nDon't you think we've also gone too far?\nWe are just a part of this machine and its endless stream\n\nAlarming silence\nPredicts the violence that is yet to come\n\nWe are senseless\nProud while blindness is catching up with us\n\nWe must measure\nWhile the pressure of nature's force expands\n\nWe feel minor\nPunished and meager\nBetrayed by all our gods\n\nWe are a part of it\nWe are equally destructive\n\nEqually destructive as we are\nDon't you think we've also gone too far?\nWe are just a part of this machine and its endless stream",0 -1504,Anouk___Girl,happy,"""Girl [Verse 1]\nGirl, girl, girl, when I hear him talk\nOoh, my mind gets blocked, girl\nSpeak up 'cause my jaw is locked\nWhich is good, good for me, girl\nIt hides like a warning sign\nBut I'm too blind to see\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSpeak up, yes, I'm coming down\nWith an ice cold fever\nIce cold fever, ice cold fever\nStill got my hands, they're clinging\nSo I just keep going\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo, I don't know where I belong\nCould I belong?\n\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, girl, girl, get it while it's hot they say\nYou see I'm burning up here\nI want to but I just can't stop\nAnd it hurts, it hurts like hell, girl\nYou turn me inside out and upside down\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh, you got me head over heels, I'm stuck\nYes, I'm coming down with an ice cold fever\nIce cold fever, ice cold fever, aha\nStill got my hands, they're clinging\nSo I just keep going\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo I don't know where I belong\nCould I belong?\nCould I belong?\n [Bridge]\nStill got my hands, they're clinging\nSo I just keep going\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo, I don't know where I belong\nCould I belong?\nOh, girl, could I belong\nTo you, you, you?\nTo you, yeah you\nTo you, you, you\nTo you, yeah, you\nTo you, you, you\nYeah, I belong to you\nSay you, yeah, you\nCould I belong to you?\nAlright, hey, hey, hey\nOh, good ",0 -1937,Ashlee_Simpson___Beautifully_Broken,anger,"""Beautifully Broken [Verse 1]\nIt seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky\nIt seems like yesterday, I didn't know how hard I could cry\nIt feels like tomorrow, I may not get by\nBut I will try, I will try\nWipe the tears from my eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it\n[Verse 2]\nEvery day is a new day, I'm reminded of my past\nEvery time there's another storm, I know that it won't last\nEvery moment I'm filled with hope\n'Cause I get another chance\nBut I will try, I will try\nGot nothin' left to hide\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it\n\n[Bridge]\nWithout the highs and the lows\nWhere will we go?\nWhere will we go?\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it\nI'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it\nI'm, I am beautifully broken\nI am beautifully broken\nI'm, beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it 1 ",3 -5848,Corpus_Delicti___Treasures,sad,"'Treasures An empty square of broken lies\nThis empty room looks like a black meadow\nI\'ll please yourself before I die\nBefore I leave this ghetto\nTake off your clothes and just relax\nYour legs wide open to my glory\nI don\'t wanna miss this tempting dive\nYour sex is mine and mellow\nShe\'s fresh, she\'s fresh\nI will, I will, I will, I will!\nMy hands are dancing on her body\nLike snakes they want to taste it all\nAnd a voice says ""No"", and a voice says ""Go""\nThe second wears the halo\nShe\'s fresh, she\'s fresh\nI will, I will, I will, I will!\nOh! Lord, I thank you Lord\nFor the flesh revelation\nI move as deep as I can go\nPleasure never ends, only treasure flows\nNow I know I won\'t damn you\nNo I won\'t damn you\nNo I won\'t damn you... Embed', 'default'",1 -4,And_Oceans___The_Black_Vagabond_And_The_Swan_Of_Two_Heads,sad,"'The Black Vagabond And The Swan Of Two Heads Still the fields are in motion\nNot as pictures but as time\nHunting the white plague\nIn the absence of my body\n\nI watch myself drown\nIn the blue aura\nOf mine and I see\nThe swans leave the pond\n\nBut still the words circle\nAround my head like flies\nThe gnashing marble teeth\nWere disturbing my slumber\nAnd there I was in the middle\nOf a game called chess\nBut my vagabond initiated the process\n\nYet the fields are in motion\nNot as time but as clouds\nFalling as silver rain\nAnd washing away the heavy blood\n\nThe gnashing marble teeth\nWere disturbing my slumber\nAnd there I was in the middle\nOf a game called chess\nBut my vagabond initiated the process Embed', 'default'",1 -8126,Elton_John___Sad_Songs_Say_So_Much,calm,"""Sad Songs Say So Much [Verse 1]\nGuess there are times when we all need to share a little pain\nAnd ironin' out the rough spots\nIs the hardest part when memories remain\nAnd it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio\n'Cause from the lips of some old singer\nWe can share the troubles we already know\n\n[Chorus]\nTurn 'em on, turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don't you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh\nSad songs say so much\n[Verse 2]\nIf someone else is sufferin' enough, oh, to write it down\nWhen every single word makes sense\nThen it's easier to have those songs around\nThe kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you\nAnd it feels so good to hurt so bad\nAnd suffer just enough to sing the blues\n\n[Chorus]\nSo turn 'em on, turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don't you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh...\nYou know sad songs say so much\n\n[Bridge]\nSad songs, they say\nSad songs, they say\nSad songs, they say ah...\nSad songs, they say so much\n\n[Chorus]\nSo turn 'em on turn 'em on, oh, turn 'em on turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don't you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh...\nYou know sad songs say so much\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Outro]\nWhen all hope is gone\nYou know sad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen all hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen everything you do is goin' wrong\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la4 ",2 -8798,Faith_Hill___Let_Me_Let_Go_Remastered_Album_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -9311,Fontane_Sisters___Hearts_Of_Stone,happy,"""Hearts of Stone Hearts made of stone\nWill never break\nFor the love you have for them\nThey just won't take\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nYes, hearts of stone\nWill cause you pain\nAlthough you love them\nThey'll stop you just the same\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nBut they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no\nEverybody knows\nI thought you knew\nHearts made of stone\nYes, hearts of stone\nWill cause you pain\nAlthough you love them\nThey'll stop you just the same\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nBut they'll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no\nEverybody knows\nI thought you knew\nHearts made of stone",0 -3348,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Gospel_Song,calm,"""Gospel Song I will walk with Jesus 'til I can't go anymore\nAnd I will stay with Jesus 'til I can't go another mile\nAnd people will see all the good that's concealed\nAnd people must know not to feel any sorrow\n'Cause I will not stand by and watch you cry\n\nI will stay with Jesus 'til I can't stay anymore\nAnd I will stand with Jesus 'til I can't take another stone\nAnd people will see all the good that's concealed\nAnd people will know not to feel any sorrow\n'Cause I will not stand by and watch you cry",2 -1782,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Need_To_Shout,happy,"""Need to Shout There's a sword in your side\nThat you'll ignore until blood shows\nAnd later on, when it's gone\nWhen something's wrong\nThe violence grows and it's designed\nTo spy and try to poke your eyes\nWhile laying low\n\nBeneath the seven different reasons for satellites\nEleven different reasons for fists in fights\nThere's never been a reason for\nShouting when it's quiet\nBut no-one's ever listening\nSeven different reasons for satellites\nEleven different reasons for fists in fights\nThere's never been a reason for\nShouting when it's quiet\nBut no-one's ever listening\n\nWhen you need to shout\nNo-one's ever listening\nWhen you need to shout\nNo-one's ever listening\n\nAnd don't go dragging your name\nThrough the mud and the rain\nWhen it dries I know some dust that\nWants to get in your eyes\n\nPut a stethoscope on\nYou'll notice the beat is gone\nAll that's left is hesitations\nFrom your previous life\n\nDon't go dragging your name\nThrough the mud and the rain\nWhen it dries I know some dust that\nWants to get in your eyes\n Put a stethoscope on\nYou'll notice the beat is gone\nAll that's left is hesitations\nFrom your previous life ",0 -4719,Calvin_Harris___Limits,sad,"""Limits [Verse 1]\nAnd it starts with the beat of a drum, far away\nI took a chance with your mind, I've come to play\nI get the buzz from your girl, I buzz away\nIn my car, in my house and my babe today\nI never wanted to stand the loving game\nI write your name on my hand to fan the flame\nI'm lookin' twice at you, girl, we're not the same\nAnd if we fight, you're the one to blame\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut now suddenly, I don't find the time to see you\nBecome close to me, and then act like I don't know you\nIt's not good for me, I can't find the time to see you\nBecome close to me, and then act like I don't know you\n[Chorus]\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd it starts with the beat of a drum, far away\nI took a chance with your mind, I've come to play\nI get the buzz from your girl, I buzz away\nIn my car, in my house and my babe today\nI never wanted to stand the loving game\nI write your name on my hand to fan the flame\nI'm lookin' twice at you, girl, we're not the same\nAnd if we fight, you're the one to blame\n\n[Chorus]\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friendsSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263",1 -5312,Chris_Cornell___Moonchild,calm,"'Moonchild [Verse 1]\nOpen your arms to the lonely shine\nLonesome as gold in the poor man\'s smile\nSee how the moon is full\nFollow the push and pull\nFollow the ebb and flow in the breathing tide\n\n[Chorus 1]\nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild\n[Verse 2]\nCat on the road down in the living night\nSee how the black dog grins in the diamond light\nWe\'re dreaming and we\'re real\nWe\'re broken and we\'re healed\nGive in to what you feel over what you see\n\n[Chorus 1]\nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCome on, moonflower\nYou\'re so far away from now\nYou could bloom forever in the hour\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd when ""if"" is only ""yes"" and ""no""\nIt now becomes too soon\nI know\nYou\'ll be alright\nIf you\'d only\nCome away in the moon\nYeah\nCome away in the moon\nIn the blue shine\n [Chorus 1]\nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCome on, moonflower\nYou\'re so far away from now\nYou could bloom forever in the hour\n\n[Outro]\nYou could bloom forever in the hourEmbed', 'default'",2 -7705,Ed_Harcourt___Braille,calm,"""Braille Fingertips are all I have\nHave you heard the sea?\nThe water's edge is all I have\nHave you heard it breathe?\nAn endless sigh I cannot hear\nHere I cease to run\nArid mouth so hard to speak\nSpeak? Cat got my tongue\nDescribe to me how I look\nLook what I've become\nDescribe to me how I look\nI'm not scared of dying\nI'm not scared of death\nI'll keep a smile 'til my last breath\nI've loved 'til I've lost\nI've lived how I felt\nOne day I will find peace within myself\n\nBoyish grin, it bears me well\nWhere can I begin?\nDon't forget I'm still around\nHow the wind feels free\nBehind the smile I fade away\nThe wayward days are gone\nI love this power\nI love this power\nI love this power that's crushed so easily\nI love this power\n\nI'm not scared of dying\nI'm not scared of death\nI'll keep a smile 'til my last breath\nI've loved 'til I've lost\nI've lived how I felt\nOne day I will find peace within myself\n\nI want to take all the sadness\nOf the world from your shoulders\nI want to take all the sadness\nOf the world from your shoulders\nI want to take all the sadness",2 -1076,Amon_Amarth___Under_The_Northern_Star,sad,"""Under the Northern Star The icy winter is creeping near\nDark skies above us\nBiting frost is in the air\nDarkness surrounds us\n\nThe cold, piercing autumn breeze\nFills the longship sail\nSoon the lakes and seas will freeze\nAnd snow will lay its veil\n\nMany years we have been away\nMany oceans we have roamed\nNow the North star guides us on our way\nAs we are headed home\nThe many hardships we've endured\nHave brought us rich rewards\nNow the North star guides us home\nWith cargo full of gold\n\nMany friends died on the way\nOnly few of us survived\nBut I would gladly take their place\nIn Odin's hall up high\n\nThe icy winter is creeping near\nDark skies above us\nBiting frost is in the air\nDarkness surrounds us\n\nSoon the lakes and seas will freeze\nSnow will lay its veil\nAnd we will long for the summer breeze\nWhen we can set our sails",1 -6042,Cry_Cry_Cry___The_Kid,calm,"""The Kid I'm the kid who ran away with the circus\nNow I'm watering elephants\nBut I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust\nDreaming I'm in a suit of light\nLate at night in the empty big top I'm\nAll alone on the high wire\nLook, he's working without a net this time\nHe's a real death-defier\n\nI'm the kid who always looked out the window\nFailing test in geography\nBut I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard\nDistant shores of exotic lands\nThere, the spires of the Turkish Empire\nIt's six months since we made landfall\nRiding low with the spice of India\nThrough Gibraltar, we're rich men all\nI'm the kid who thought someday we'd be lovers\nAlways held out that time would tell\nBut time was talking, I guess I just wasn't listening\nNo surprise if you know me well\nAnd as we're walking toward the train station\nThere's a whispering rainfall\n'Cross the boulevard you slip your hand in mine\nIn the distance the train calls\n\nI'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming\nSometimes gets me in trouble too\nBut the truth is I could no more stop dreaming\nThan I could make them all come true",2 -7888,Elbow___Great_Expectations,sad,"'Great Expectations And if it rains all day\nCall on you, I\'ll call on you\nLike I used to\n\nSlide down beside and wrap you in stories\nTailored entirely for you\nI\'ll remind you\n\nWe exchanged a vow\nI love you, I always will\nOoh\nA call girl with yesterday eyes\nWas our witness and priest\nStockport Supporters\' Club kindly supplied us a choir\nYour vow was your smile\nAs we move down the aisle\nOf the last bus home\nAnd this is where I go\nJust when it rains\n\nBlinking and stoned\nRain in your hair\nYou only smoke\n\'Cause it\'s something to share\n\nSinging, ""Bring on the night\nTo have and to hold\nThe sodium light turning silver to gold.""\n\nSpitfire thin and strung like a violin, I was\nYours was the face with a grace from a different age\nBut you were the sun in my Sunday morning\nYou were the sun in my Sunday morning\n\nTelling me never to go\nSo I\'ll live on the smile\nAnd move down the aisle\nOf the last bus home\n And if you\'re running late\nThis is where I\'ll go\nKnow I\'ll always wait1Embed', 'default'",1 -1739,Arcade_Fire___Headlights_Look_Like_Diamonds,happy,"""Headlights Look Like Diamonds [Verse 1]\nThe red lights mean you're leaving\nThe white ones mean returning\nTell me how this story ends\nAnd I'll keep them fires burning\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe headlights look like diamonds\nThe taillights burn like coals\nTell me how this story ends\nBefore the fires go cold\n[Verse 3]\nThe countryside's deserted\nThere's no one on the farms\nThe suburbs all are sleeping\nThe earthquakes set off car alarms\n\n[Verse 4]\nAll after all now we aware\nAll after all the time we share\nThere's so much fears of world\nHopes of world, tears of worldSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205",0 -5638,Coheed_and_Cambria___Time_Consumer,sad,"""Time Consumer [Verse 1]\nThe young stale memories of, play the role to your part\nLibrarian, find me the pole, the one that kicks your head in\nTo my own time, roll your own innocence by\nGrab on to my sleeve, the one that grabs at your ankle\n\nDebate to understand that we all have a flaw\nThen fail to represent your life as you know it\nGod grant you one wish, to turn back the time\nCorrect and create, making sense of...\n[Chorus]\nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by law, when you'll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by Lord, when you'll be forgiven\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo they pulled your confidence down\nWith those verbal discrepancies\nNow and then, you'll gain what they've lost\nThrough a challenge of unpronounced\n\nPain is only a pulse\nIf you just stop feeling it\nYou might be able to use\nThe very things that makes us up\n\n[Chorus]\nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by Lord, when you'll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know my Lord\n\n[Bridge]\nWait now, here, when will you believe me?\nI'm merely asking you to help me, when did I say to murder?\nWait now, here, please hear me out\nTime consumer, time consuming, consume me\nDown and out, now\n [Chorus]\nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by law, when you'll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know my Lord, when you'll be forgiven\n\nYou know, goodnight\nAnd I'll promise you that\nYou know, goodnight\nAnd I'll promise you that ",1 -6520,Dashboard_Confessional___Rooftops_And_Invitations,happy,"""Rooftops and Invitations [Verse]\nThe first time you looked\nAt her curves you were hooked\nAnd the glances you took, took hold of you\nAnd demanded that you stay\n\nAnd sunk in their teeth\nBit you hard and released\nSuch a charge that you need\nAnother touch, another taste, another fix\n[Chorus]\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you when she gets you any closer\n\n[Verse]\nAnd she leads you up\nPoints out skylines and stars\nSteeplechases and bars and took your keys\nAnd demanded that you stay\n\nThe city longs well for rooftops and invitations\nAll lace and secret places\nShe moves you to touch with her hands\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd she just might get you lost\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nShe just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you when she gets you any closer\n\n[Bridge]\nUnder the cool sheet where the welcomed touch\nOf skin and skin will meet\nHot on the inside, where the girl's prize\nIs at the tip of your tongue\nWhere every move and each impulse\nBrings clarity\nTo stay like this is everything\nYou'll ever need\n [Chorus]\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you any closer\n\nShe just might get you lost\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nShe just might leave you torn\n\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you any closer\nIf she gets you any closer\n\nCan you believe your eyes? ",0 -5214,Chesney_Hawkes___The_One_And_Only,happy,"""The One and Only I am the one and only, oh yeah\n\nCall me, call me by my name or call me by number\nYou put me through it\nI'll still be doing it the way I do it\nAnd yet, you try to make me forget\nWho I really am, don't tell me I know best\nI'm not the same as all the rest\n\nI am the one and only\nNobody I'd rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can't take that away from me\nI've been a player in the crowd scene\nA flicker on the big screen\nMy soul embraces one more in a million faces\nHigh hopes and aspirations, and years above my station\nMaybe but all this time I've tried to walk with dignity and pride\n\nI am the one and only\nNobody I'd rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can't take that away from me\n\nI can't wear this uniform without some compromises\nBecause you'll find out that we come\nIn different shapes and sizes\nNo one can be myself like I can\nFor this job I'm the best man\nAnd while this may be true\nYou are the one and only you\n\nI am the one and only\nNobody I'd rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can't take that away from me\n\nI am the one and only\nNobody I'd rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can't take that away from me",0 -3859,Bon_Jovi___Something_To_Believe_In,sad,"""Something To Believe In [Verse 1]\nI lost all faith in my God, in his religion too\nI told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new\nI lost all trust in my friends\nI watched my heart turn to stone\nI thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone\n\n[Chorus]\nTonight I'll dust myself off\nTonight I'll suck my gut in\nI'll face the night and I'll pretend\nI got something to believe in\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I had lost touch with reason\nI watched life criticize the truth\nBeen waiting for a miracle\nI know you have too\n\n[Chorus]\nThough I know I won't win\nI'll take this one on the chin\nWe'll raise a toast and I'll pretend\nI got something to believe in\n\n[Outro]\nIf I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope\nIf I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope\nIf there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin\nIn a world that gives you nothing\nWe need something to believe in [x2]",1 -9036,Filter___Stuck_In_Here,sad,"""Stuck In Here [Verse 1]\nOnce again, I'm stuck in here\nOnce again, I'm in low gear\nOnce again, I have a fear\nOnce again, I'm stuck in here\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nHey, just close the door\nThink back and just ignore\nHey, just close your eyes\nThink back and realize\n[Chorus]\nOh no, I'm stuck in here\nOh no, still stuck in here\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat makes you think that it's okay?\nDon't start it off, don't relate\nTake the job but not the pay\nForget the hours but not the day\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nHey, just close your eyes\nThink back and realize\nHey, just close the door\nBack up and just ignore\n\n[Chorus]\nOh no, I'm stuck in here\nOh no, still stuck in here 1 ",1 -7745,Edge_Of_Sanity___Covenant_Of_Souls,sad,"'Covenant of Souls I One quiet night the lady traveled out beyond the monastery\nHer quest was one of urgency and human preservation\nShe traveled with companions to reach the ruined city\nWhere lay the means to save her kind, a path to their salvation\nWhen there they searched for evidence of where the Queen once slept\nAnd came upon a gateway, which was tightly closed and barred\nA stark inscription warned them of the risk of their next step\nBut choices were no more; they had already come too far Embed', 'default'",1 -6883,Depeche_Mode___Enjoy_The_Silence,sad,"""Enjoy the Silence [Verse 1]\nWords like violence break the silence\nCome crashing in into my little world\nPainful to me, pierce right through me\nCan't you understand? Oh, my little girl\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2]\nVows are spoken to be broken\nFeelings are intense, words are trivial\nPleasures remain, so does the pain\nWords are meaningless and forgettable\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n [Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nEnjoy the silence58 ",1 -3225,Björk___Its_Not_Up_to_You,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsIt’s Not Up to You [Verse 1]\nI wake up and the day feels broken\nI tilt my head, I'm trying to get an angle\n'Cause the evening I've always longed for\nIt could still happen\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHow do I master the perfect day?\nSix glasses of water\nSeven phone calls\nIf you leave it alone, it might just happen\nAnyway\n[Chorus]\nIt's not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt's not up to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you wake up and the day feels a-broken\nJust lean into the crack Just lean into the crack\nAnd it will tremble ever so nicely\nNotice how it sparkles down there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI can decide what I give\nBut it's not up to me\nWhat I get given\nUnthinkable surprises about to happen\nBut what they are\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, no, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, oh, me, share\nIt's not up to you\nIt's not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt's not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt's not up to you\nIt's not up to you\nIt's not up to you\nIt's not up to you\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Outro]\nThere's too much clinging to peak\nThere's too much pressure7 ",1 -4683,Cake___Short_SkirtLong_Jacket,happy,"""Short Skirt/Long Jacket [Verse 1]\nI want a girl with a mind like a diamond\nI want a girl who knows what's best\nI want a girl with shoes that cut\nAnd eyes that burn like cigarettes\nI want a girl with the right allocations\nWho's fast and thorough and sharp as a tack\nShe's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair\nShe's touring the facility and picking up slack\n\n[Chorus]\nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket\n[Verse 2]\nI want a girl who gets up early Gets up early\nI want a girl who stays up late Stays up late\nI want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Uninterrupted\nWho uses a machete to cut through red tape\nWith fingernails that shine like justice\nAnd a voice that is dark like tinted glass\nShe is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack\nShe is touring the facility and picking up slack\n\n[Chorus]\nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket\n\n[Verse 3]\nI want a girl with a smooth liquidation Smooth liquidation\nI want a girl with good dividends Good dividends\nAt Citibank we will meet accidentally Meet accidentally\nWe'll start to talk when she borrows my pen\nShe wants a car with a cupholder armrest\nShe wants a car that will get her there\nShe's changing her name from Kitty to Karen\nShe's trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Baron\n\n[Chorus]\nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket 15 ",0 -6043,Cryptopsy___Soar_And_Envision_Sore_Vision,sad,"""Soar and Envision Sore Vision Savagely beguiled of courage\nNot equipped for determination\nNeeded for your journey\nNot sure if you were\nThrown in or shit out\nThe way you see it is the way it is\n\nMaybe not the way it's supposed to be\nA beginning for other solutions\nLed to the same place to find\nThe bad in the bad\nAnd the bad in the good\nEither way\nWhatever could go wrong does go wrong\nEnding up right back\nWhere you began\n\nThe great escape\nHoudini mystique\nSensory multiload\nOverstate the obvious\nThat your situations\nRemain in focus never to vanish\n\nSoar and envision sore vision\n\nTrippin' at the helm\nThe illusion of utopia\nWanting more and more\nAnd then you'll beg\n\nSoar and envision sore vision",1 -7244,Diplo___Summers_Gonna_Hurt_You,sad,"""Summer’s Gonna Hurt You Beautiful scarlet\nSummer's really gonna hurt you\nBeautiful scarlet...\n\nSummer's\nSummer's\n\nBeautiful scarlet\nSummer's really gonna hurt you\nThe birds are all singing\nAnd no one's gonna sing for you\nThe time was when\nSmiling faces all around\nBeautiful scarlet\nThere's a tear in your eye\nThe winter went slowly\nBut summer's gonna pass you by\nBeautiful scarlet\nSummer's really gonna...\n\nI used to be happy\nJust following you around\n\nBeautiful scarlet\nThere's a tear in your eye\nBeautiful scarlet\nThere's a tear in your eye\nThere's a tear in your eyeSee Diplo LiveGet tickets as low as $77",1 -3051,Bikini_Kill___Rah_Rah_Replica,anger,"""Rah! Rah! Replica [Verse 1]\nI caught my boyfriend kissing a replica\nOh God, she looked just like me\nOnly nice and sweet and better\nBut she's not bacon, boy, she's fucking Sizzlean, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe burnt my dresses and she cut my hair\nShe burnt my dresses and she cut my hair\nHe burnt my dresses and he cut my hair\nDoused out the fire in my stare\n[Bridge]\nOne! Two!\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I live on a new street, baby\nNow I live on a new street, yeah\nNow I live on a new street, baby\nAddress, double zero and the place is nowhere\n\n[Outro]\nDon't you try to fake me out!See Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29",3 -4966,Cat_Power___Blue,sad,"""Blue Blue, songs are like tattoos\nYou know I've been to sea before\nCrown and anchor me\nOr let me sail away\n\nBlue, there is a song for you\nInk on a pin\nUnderneath the skin\nAn empty space to fill in\n\nWell, there's so many sinking\nNow you gotta keep thinking\nYou can make it through these waves\nAcid, booze, and ass\nNeedles, guns, and grass\nLots of laughs, lots of laughs\nEverybody's saying that\nHell's the hippest way to go\nWell, I don't think so, but I'll take a look around it, though\nBlue, I love you\n\nBlue, here is a shell for you\nInside you'll hear a sigh\nA foggy lullaby\nThere is your from me\nyudha",1 -1355,Angus__Julia_Stone___Another_Day,calm,"'TranslationsPortuguêsAnother Day Down by the seashore\nThe waves are bigger then normal\nI asked you if I could flicker out\nYou say: ""Don\'t think so,""\nI just want you to believe\nEven though I know it\'s impossible for me\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\nDown by the seashore\nI\'ll say it\'s the spray\nI\'m not crying\nSuch a little thing, anyway\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\n\nAll I wanted was for you to believe\nAll I wanted was for you to believe\nAll I wanted was for you to believe in me\nAll I wanted was\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to, oh\n There goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\n\nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted toEmbed', 'default'",2 -362,Adam_Lambert___Voodoo,sad,"""Voodoo [Verse 1]\nMoonshine Moonshine on the bayou\nLove shrine Love shrine, break the taboo\nI wanna know what's in your potion\nBound by total devotion\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI was looking for love all over\nYou're the hunter and I'm your prey\nNow I'm lost in a love hangover\nI try to leave, but I have to stay\n[Chorus]\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\n\n[Verse 2]\nSwamp sings over the bazaar\nSnake bites, aligning stars\nI'm enraptured, there is no cure\nNo sanctuary from your allure\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI was looking for love all over\nYou're the hunter and I'm your prey\nNow I'm lost in a love hangover\nI try to leave but I have to stay\n\n[Chorus]\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\n\n[Verse 3]\nBecause the voodoo that you do is all that you can do\nTo make me into your fool\nBecause when you do your voodoo\nI'm just like a doll that your pins keep pushing into\nSo every time I try to break this trance\nI'm just so afraid I'll miss my chance\nTo be bewitched by the bayou\nI just gotta say I want your hex\nI don't wanna live without your hex\nI'm so obsessed with your sexiness\nYeah\n [Chorus]\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it's voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nSo obsessed with your sexiness ",1 -4792,Cannibal_Corpse___Fucked_With_A_Knife,happy,"""Fucked with a Knife [Verse 1]\nNo escape from your fate\nDestined to be mine\nEvery night I wait to see\nIn the night, watching\nStalking your every move\nI know when you're alone\nAll alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nTied tight to the bed\nLegs spread open\nBruised flesh, lacerations\nSkin stained with blood\nI'm the only one you love\nI feel her heart beating\nMy knife deep inside\nHer crotch is bleeding\n[Chorus]\nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder\nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder\n\n[Outro]\nStick it in\nRip the skin\nCarve and twist\nTorn flesh\nFrom behind\nI cut her crotch\nIn her ass I stuck my cock\nKilling as I cumSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 1 ",0 -2202,Avril_Lavigne___I_Will_Be,sad,"""I Will Be [Verse 1]\nThere's nothin' I could say to you\nNothin' I could ever do\nTo make you see what you mean to me\nAll the pain, the tears I cried\nStill you never said goodbye\nAnd now I know how far you’d go\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know I let you down\nBut it's not like that now\nThis time I'll never let you go\n[Chorus]\nI will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n'Cause you keep me from fallin' apart\nAll my life, I'll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay\n\n[Verse 2]\nI thought that I had everything\nI didn't know what life could bring\nBut now I see, honestly\nYou're the one thing I got right\nThe only one I let inside\nNow I can breathe, 'cause you're here with me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd if I let you down\nI'll turn it all around\n'Cause I would never let you go\n\n[Chorus]\nI will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n'Cause you keep me from fallin' apart\nAll my life, I'll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Bridge]\n'Cause without you, I can't sleep\nI'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave\nYou're all I got, you're all I want, yeah\nAnd without you, I don't know what I'd do\nI could never ever live a day without you here with me\nDo you see? You're all I need\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n'Cause you keep me from fallin' apart\nAll my life My life, I'll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay\nI will be I'll be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n'Cause you keep me from fallin' apart\nAnd all my life, you know I’ll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay5 ",1 -7368,Dolores_ORiordan___Stay_With_Me,sad,"""Stay With Me [Verse 1]\nI woke up this morning\nAnd I walked down to the sea\nI sat there on the long grass\nJust staring at the sea\n\n[Verse 2]\nCounting all my blessings\nAnd everything that you gave to me\nWhy is this complicated?\nWhy can't you stay with me?\n[Chorus]\nStay with me\nWon't you stay, stay with me?\nWon't you stay with me, ah?\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me\nStay with me\nStay with me\n\n[Verse 3]\nI just like to hold on\nTo all the magic memories\nI dread this place without you\nDon't leave, I'm begging please\n\n[Verse 4]\nHolding back the memories\nHolding back the years\nHolding back the memories\nHolding back the tears\n\n[Chorus]\nStay with me\nWon't you stay, stay with me?\nWon't you stay with me, ah?\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me\nStay with me\nStay with me",1 -8829,Faithless___The_Man_In_You,sad,"""The Man In You [Verse 1: Maxi Jazz]\nAlthough I don't really know how to handle ya\nI will have nobody kicking no sand in ya face\nNot even a trace of bland in ya\nTeenage and it's a trouble understanding ya\nYou got plenty of energy and stamina\nForgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in ya\nThere's a bit of, 'I don't give a damn' in ya, ha\nAnd that's your old man in ya\nStand in your way, never or ever abandon ya\nAnd on the day people say what they can't stand in ya\nDon't let your ego get out of hand on ya\nIt ain't a good look when crook-karma land on ya\nBalance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you\nThe I will and I can in you\nExecute the grand plan in you\nI'm your daddy and happy to see the man in ya\n[Chorus: Maxi Jazz]\nMight know too much but I'm no soft touch\nBrought you up, to recognize lies as such\nI need no crutch, child hood was arduous\nAnd if there is a God I'm sure He would pardon us\nMust be working hard in us\nNot to harden us\n\n[Verse 2: LSK]\nTen, that you really wanna be\nTwenty, exactly what you see is on telly\nEleven, you can't tell him anything\nThat he don't know already\nTwelve, they get together steady\nExplore the first keeping up with the many\nThirteen, none of them are ready\nLiving on old raised broke not a penny\nFourteen, baby in the belly\nShe's all done a runner another no daddy\nFifteen, nanny and she loves it dearly\nHead strong proving all along but wary\nSixteen, scale we were quite contrary\nThis is how the garden grows\nThis is how the garden grows\n\n[Chorus: Maxi Jazz]\nChildren, you still own the power\nTo turn this into your finest hour\nNow a young ma mum that mistake\nCan make a contribution why don't we wait and see\nGive back the mothers their dignity\nAnd the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility\nThis society needs to learn empathy\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\n [Bridge: LSK]\nBirds and bees without flowers\nGirls be strong, boys don't cower\nStand by your seat, scream and shower\nOh, how the sweet can turn sour\nBirds and bees without flowers\nGirls be strong, boys don't cower\nStand by your seat, scream and shower\nOh, how the sweet can turn sour ",1 -6564,Dave_Gahan___Down,sad,"""Down [Verse 1: Dave Gahan]\nI need some company\nI need you tonight\nYou don't have to talk to me\nAnd don't be polite\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Dave Gahan]\nTake my body and soul\nI feel so old\n\n[Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere's no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt's where I'm bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown\n[Verse 2: Dave Gahan]\nJust lay down beside of me\nYou know what I like\nTake what you want from me\nWe don't have to fight\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Dave Gahan]\nTake my body and soul\nI feel so old\n\n[Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere's no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt's where I'm bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown\n\n[Post-Chorus: Dave Gahan]\nAll down\nAll down\n\n[Verse 3: Dave Gahan]\nAnd you comfort me\nUntil my legs go weak\nHold me closer\nAnd we won't speak\n [Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere's no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt's where I'm bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown\n\n[Outro: Dave Gahan]\nOh we all keep falling\nAll down\nAnd the world keeps turning2 ",1 -3686,Blues_Traveler___But_Anyway,happy,"""But Anyway I lied and told her I loved her\nShe didn't care, but anyway\nI told her we'd still be friends\nAnd she didn't care, but anyway\nI tried last week for to call her\nShe wasn't home, but anyway\nI think I'll spend my life alone\nI really don't care right now, but anyway\n\nIt's a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands\nI'm quitting cigarette smoking\nIt's bad for me, but anyway\nI don't think the TV was joking\nWhen it told me this, but anyway\nThe newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats\nIt's my life he's trying to save, but anyway\nI found out that I've got eye cancer\nToo many television waves, but anyway\n\nIt's a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands\n\nSome day an answer will find us\nQuite a long shot, but anyway\nI think the past, the past is behind us\nBe real confusing if not, but anyway\nI put all my hope in tomorrow\nIt's gonna be great, I can tell but anyway\nI see a new, a new day a dawning\nI like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway\n\nIt's a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands",0 -6283,Damien_Jurado___Lottery,calm,"""Lottery Misfortune, got you like a sickness\nThe saints and angels all agree\nTrouble sure as trouble sees it\nI need it in writing to believe\nTo believe\n\nThe target was your heart in the beginning\nNow there digging soft ground for your grave\nI hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers\nThey'll drink to your death with pink champagne\nPink champagne\nNow I hear your widow crying\nHer weeping I made into this song\nIt's popular with the disco dancers\nThey'll play it on the radio all week long\nAll week long\n\nMisfortune, got you like a sickness\nAnd the saints, the angels all agree\nTrouble sure as trouble sees it\nI need it in writing to believe\nTo believe",2 -7312,Dixie_Chicks___Favorite_Year,sad,"""Favorite Year [Verse 1]\nWe were young and so inspired\nWe weren't the only ones who thought\nWe'd change the world\nNo sun would set without us\nNo one we knew could ever doubt us\nWe had our future figured out\nWe knew a love like ours would always save the day\nAnd that we'd always be ok\n\n[Chorus]\nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you?\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year\n[Verse 2]\nYou looked at me like no one else\nBut sometimes love just doesn't seem to conquer all\nWe search for someone else to blame\nBut sometimes things can't stay the same\n\n[Chorus]\nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you?\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year\n\n[Verse 3]\nHolding on to the memories\nOf when we were younger\nI can't forget\n'Cause when we were together\nThat's when I was at my best\n\n[Chorus]\nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year",1 -3194,Bird_York___Had_A_Dream,calm,"'Had A Dream He comes undone\nSays he\'s lost the map his life was on\nSays everything is unraveling\nI take his hand\nAnd then I kiss him like the world is ending and say\n""where logic ends, faith begins""\n\'cause I had a dream\nThat our hearts were like flowers opening up\nEverytime that we love\nAnd I\'m wondering if we just try and risk everything for love\nHow can we ever go wrong\nEmbrace this life\nEvery punch and kiss on this wild ride\nThe end could be a moment away\nWe\'re strong enough\nYeah, we get knocked around but we get up\n\'cause it\'s hope that\'s flowing through these veins\n\'cause I had a dream\nThat our hearts were like flowers opening up\nEverytime that we love\nAnd I\'m wondering if we just try and risk everything for love\nHow can we ever go wrong\nNobody said it would be easy\nNobody said it would be fair\nAll we can do is try to keep our fears from running us\nJust let our innocence be our cure Embed', 'default'",2 -9338,Foo_Fighters___Friend_Of_A_Friend,calm,"'Friend of a Friend [Verse 1]\nHe needs a quiet room\nWith a lock to keep him in\nIt\'s just a quiet room\nAnd he\'s there\n\n[Chorus]\nHe plays an old guitar\nWith a coin found by the phone\nIt was his friend\'s guitar\nThat he played\n[Verse 2]\nHe\'s never been in love\nBut he knows just what love is\nHe says ""Nevermind""\nAnd no one speaks\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe thinks he drinks too much\n\'Cause when he tells his two best friends\n""I think I drink too much""\nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks\n\n[Chorus]\nHe plays an old guitar\nWith a coin found by the phone\nIt was his friend\'s guitar\nThat he played\n\n[Outro]\nWhen he plays\nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks\nWhen he plays\nNo one speaks\n ""I can\'t let you guys get off without screaming a couple of minutes\nThis one goes out to my sister Lisa""6Embed', 'default'",2 -4495,Bryan_Adams___Somebody,happy,"""Somebody [Verse 1]\nI've been lookin' for someone\nBetween the fire and the flame\nWe're all lookin' for somethin'\nTo ease the pain\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow who can you turn to\nWhen it's all black and white\nAnd the winners are losers\nYou see it every night\nOh yeah!\n[Chorus]\nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody\nHey, what about you\nEverybody needs somebody, oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen you're out on the front line\nAnd you're watchin' them fall\nIt doesn't take long to realize\nIt ain't worth fightin' for\n\n[Verse 4]\nI thought I saw the Madonna\nWhen you walked in the room\nWell, your eyes were like diamonds\nAnd they cut right through\nOh, they cut right through\n\n[Chorus]\nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody Oh yeah\nI need somebody\nHey, what about you\nWe all need somebody Hey\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 [Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah\nAnother night another lesson learned\nIt's the distance keeps us sane\nBut when the silence leads to sorrow\nWe do it all again, all again\nYeah\n\n[Outro]\nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody Oh yeah\nI need somebody\nOh, what about you\nEverybody needs somebody Hey\nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody\nI need somebody\nYeah, what about you, yeah\nWe all need somebody Hey, go on\nI need somebody\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody Hey\nEverybody needs somebody1 ",0 -5743,Colony_5___Last_Chance,happy,"""Last Chance Life is hard, for some people it's even a hell\nThe smell of lack of hope every day I pass this way\nBegging for a way to get its own addiction relieved\nNo minor roof over its head covered with some plastic bags\nConstitutes its bed\n\nThe last chance\nLook inside you\nAnalyze yourself\nReview your life\nFind out went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song?\nLife is hard, for some people it's even a hell\nTo wake up spending the next hours working somewhere\nMost people get used to this way of life\nOnly a few try to break the chain\nBreak themselves free from this useless way to find them with no fear\n\nThe last chance\nLook inside you\nAnalyze yourself\nReview your life\nFind out what went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song?\n\nLet your sense show you the way\nLook inside you\nReview your life\nFind out what went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song?\n\nLet your sense show you the way\nLook inside you\n\nThe last chance\nThe last chance\nThe last chance\nThe last chance",0 -7411,Donnie_McClurkin___We_Fall_Down,calm,"""We Fall Down [Verse]\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up, oh yes\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn't stay there\nAnd got up\nSing now\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn't stay there\nAnd got up\n\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\nEverybody sing now\n\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn't stay there\nAnd got up\n We fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\n\n[Bridge]\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\n\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\n\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\n\n[Outro]\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up ",2 -4802,Captain_Hollywood_Project___Find_Another_Way,happy,"""Find Another Way Ohohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\n\nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me\n\nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\nFind another, another way\n\nShake it, break it, no, I can't fake it\nTo another level, can't take it\nPressurize and hypnotize\nAnd in your mind, realize\n\nAnd move, move, no I gotta move\nYo, so, watch me groove\nBeat to the beat, fire and heat\nMake you jump right outta your seat\n\nGotta jam, jam, watch me jam\nTo the beat, yo, watch me slam\nPumpin', pumpin', looking for something\nAlways question leaving nothing\n\nShake it, shake it every day\nKeeping busy day by day\nTo find, to find another way\n\nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me\n Ohohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\n\nFind another, another way\n\nWeekdays morning, always holding\nGot to be studying, I'm rolling\nProject on the dancefloor\nWorking where you're going\n\nBut certainly no way out\nNo way out, gonna make you pride\nNo doubt respect, what I'm looking for\nWeekday on, now hit the door\n\nFaster, faster, making it faster\nTurn it loud, sweep your blaster\nBust the sound you've found\nKeepin' the thunder underground\n\nKeep the bass is what I say\nKeepin' it pumpin', day by day to find\nTo find another way\nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me\nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\n\nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\n\nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way ",0 -3362,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Head_Up_High,sad,"""Head Up High You feel, no one listens, they're forcing you through\nYou fear, nothing takes you as far as you'll go\n\nThis song is not about you but the life that stands without you\nYour body and blood, your body and blood, you're leaving us all\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\n\nYou feel, nothing ever stays the same as it was\nYou'll take, no more remedies to force yourself true\nYou say, every motion and thought fail you, too\nThis song is not about you but the life that stands without you\nYour body and blood, your body and blood, you're leaving us all\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations",1 -6134,Cute_Is_What_We_Aim_For___Newport_Living_Album_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -2359,Backstreet_Boys___Dont__Wanna_Lose_You_Now,sad,"""Don’t Wanna Lose You Now [Intro: AJ]\nOh-oh-oh\n\n[Verse 1: Nick & All]\nI never thought that I would lose my mind\nThat I could control this\nNever thought that I'd be left behind\nThat I was stronger than you Baby\nGirl, if only I knew what I've done\nYou know, so why don't you tell me\nAnd I I would bring down the moon and the sun\nTo show how much I care\n[Chorus: All]\nDon't wanna lose you now\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon't wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again\n\n[Verse 2: Brian with Kevin, All]\nI've got this feeling you're not gonna stay\nIt's burning within me\nThe fear or losing of slipping away\nIt just keeps getting closer Baby\nWhatever reason to leave that I've had\nMy place was always beside you\nAnd I wish that I didn't need you so bad\nYou're face just won't go away\n\n[Chorus: All & AJ]\nDon't wanna lose you now\nDon't wanna lose you now\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon't wanna lose you now\nDon't wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again\nDon't wanna lose you now\nDon't wanna lose you now\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Bridge: AJ, Nick & All]\nI never thought that I would lose my mind\nThat I could control this, yes\nNever thought that I'd be left behind\nThat I was stronger than you, oh-oh!\nDon't wanna lose to loneliness\nGirl, I know we can win\nDon't wanna lose to emptiness\nOh-no never again\n\n[Chorus: All, Brian & Nick]\nDon't wanna lose you now No way\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon't wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again We just begun this\n\n[Outro: AJ & All]\nDon't want to lose you now\nOh I know we can this\nDon't wanna lose you now\nDon't want to lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again\nDon't wanna lose you now ",1 -2885,Bent___I_Love_My_Man,happy,"""I Love My Man I love my man\nWhen he's good or mean\nI love my man\nWhen he's good or mean\n\nI love my man\nWhen he's good or mean\nI love my man\nWith each new kiss, more and more\n\nSleep my child and Peace Attend Thee",0 -9098,Fiona_Apple___Shadowboxer,calm,"""TranslationsFrançaisShadowboxer [Verse 1]\nOnce my lover, now my friend\nWhat a cruel thing to pretend\nWhat a cunning way to condescend\nOnce my lover, and now my friend\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, you creep up like the clouds\nAnd you set my soul at ease\nThen you let your love abound\nAnd you bring me to my knees\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, it's evil, babe\nThe way you let your grace enrapture me\nWhen well you know I'd be insane\nTo ever let that dirty game recapture me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou made me a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nI've been swinging around me\n'Cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, your gaze is dangerous\nAnd you fill your space so sweet\nIf I let you get too close\nYou'll set your spell on me\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo, darlin', I just want to say\nJust in case I don't come through\nI was on to every play\nI just wanted you\n [Pre-Chorus]\nOh, it's so evil, my love\nThe way you've no reverence to my concern\nSo I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love\nTo save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, I'm a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nAnd I've been swinging around at nothing\nI don't know when you're gonna make your move\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, I'm a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nAnd I've been swinging around me\n'Cause I don't know when you'll make your move9 ",2 -9074,Finger_Eleven___Awake_And_Dreaming,sad,"""Awake And Dreaming I can't lose anything\nSo what's left is mine\nAnd I win this time\n\nCan I call you up\nAnd speak soft to you\nThe words filter through\nWe're through\n\nConsolation day\nI'll make up a way\nI'll know now just what to say\nAnd I'll get away from you\nWait and I'll be begging\nAnd I'll get away from you\nAnd pull you down and pull you down\n\nI saw it all again\nFaded memory\nBecame clear to me\n\nI try but I can't say\nThat I'm yours for good\nSupport me, you said you would\n\nAnd I'll get away from you\nWait and I'll be begging\nAnd I'll get away from you\nI'll pull you down, I'll pull you down\n\nAwake and dreaming\nBut I'm only sleeping\nAwake and dreaming\nBut I'm only sleeping\n\nAnd I'll get away from you\nWait and I'll be begging\nAnd I'll get away from you\nI'll pull you down, I'll pull you down\n Awake and dreaming\nBut I'm only sleeping\nAwake and dreaming\nBut I'm only sleeping\n\nAwake\nAwake ",1 -3052,Bilal___Slyde,happy,"""Slyde [Intro]\nIt's c— it's comin', it's comin'\nYeah\nYeah, yeah\nJungle boogie, baby\nYeah\nJungle boogie, baby\nYeah, come on\nSing it, uh-uh, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nWonder Woman in these eyes\nPimpin' through the lifeline Reason\nTryna find a reason why to show ya\nThat I really, really, really love ya\nAnd I got to you show that I-I-I-I\nAin't got nobody on my mind but you, baby\nYou got to see through My love\n[Chorus]\nMy love\nDeep as an ocean Deep as an ocean\nLong as a river Long as a river\nIt will deliver Way back to you\nWay back to you My lovin'\nMy lovin' I see it formin'\nDeep as an ocean Ocean, yeah\nLong as a river Way back\nWay back to you Way back to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't you see, baby\nThat there is\nA thin line between love and hate\nAnd that's the way I lay\nFor you, baby\nI'd die and rob and steal for you\nThere won't be nobody\nTo come between, to c-come on between\nAnd I want\nTo run back to the river to you\nTo baptize you with my love\nAnd show you that I mean everything I say, baby\nI won't lie to you\nI'm-I'm-I'm-I'm on, on, on, on\n [Chorus]\nMy love Way\nDeep as an ocean Yeah, yeah\nLong as a river Long as a river\nIt will deliver Way back to you\nWay back to you My love\nMy lovin' Way back, way back\nDeep as an ocean Way back, way back\nLong as a river Way back to you\nWay back to you Yeah, oh\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nYes, dear\nCome on\nI deliver, baby, yeah\nDeliver\nDeliver, yeah\nDeliver, yeah\nWanna deliver, baby\nYeah, yeah Way back to you\nOh, I got you, ooh-ooh\n\n[Outro]\nSee, baby, I um\nI been eyeing you for a long time, and I think you really understand\nThat I'm just\nSo fuckin' in love with you\nI just can't verberate that shit into words\nYou understand me, girl?\nI'm just a, ooh\nI'm just a pimp, baby, and I\nI'm ready to tame my shit for you, girl Way back to you\nYou don't, you don't, you don't, you don't understand me, girl\nI wanna take it back Way back to you, way back to you\nSing it for me, y'all\nWay back to you, yeah Ah, way back to you\nI'm gon' sing it way back for you, babe Ah, way back to you\nYou don't understand that I would do anything in love, baby Ah, way back to you\nI'll do anything in love, baby Ah, way back to you\nAnything you need Ah, way back to you\nI'm gonna give it to you, I'm gonna give it way back Ah, way back to you\nYeah, you see it, this shit go Way back to you\nThis shit go way back, way back, yeah, way back, way back, oh\nWay, oh ",0 -4122,Brandi_Carlile___Creep,happy,"""Creep Live In Boston [Verse 1]\nWhen you were here before\nI couldn't look you in the eye\nYou are just like an angel\nYour skin makes me cry, yeah\nYou float like a feather\nOn your beautiful world\nYou're so special\nI wish I was special, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I'm a creep\nAnd I'm a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin' here?\nI don't belong here, oh\n[Verse 2]\nI don't care if it hurts\n'Cause I wanna have control\nI want a perfect body\nI want a perfect soul\nI want you to notice\nWhen I'm not around\nYou're so fuckin' special\nI wish I was special, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I'm a creep\nAnd I'm a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin' here?\nI don't belong here\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, no, I don't\nNo, I don't, ooh\nOh, no\nWell, she run, run, run, run\nRun\nOh, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhatever makes you happy\nWhatever you want\nYou're so fuckin' special\nI wish I was special, yeah\nSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45 [Chorus]\nBut I'm a creep, hey, yeah\nI'm a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin' here?\nI don't belong here, no\nI don't belong here\n\n[Outro]\nThank you ",0 -9060,Finch___Insomniatic_Meat,sad,"""Insomniatic Meat Oh, my god. I think I'm blind\nI've found one color won't suffice\nYou promised sleep tonight\n\nCall it a whisper that comes from the distance\nTo protect all your children\nOne more, one more, one more minute\nTo fight off the bad guy...\n\nNow go to sleep\nNightmares make these\nScars a stomach's bloody hole\nSinking quicksand eyes\nMakes for heavy sight\nIt's painless\nPainless to float above the earth\nLike this\n\n[Chorus]\nTie me to a chair\nSubconsciously surrendering\nNow that I'm awake\nIt's hard for me to make believe\n\nBlood between the sheets\nInsomniatic meat, oh - I can't shut my eyes\nVoid of nightmares, leading upstairs\nDo I follow? - I can't shut my eyes\n\n[Chorus]\n\nThis is the worst thing that you have ever done x8",1 -1007,Amber_Pacific___The_Right_to_Write_Me_Off,sad,"""The Right To Write Me Off [Intro]\nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word we're growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you know\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's growing old to see us torn by every choice that I have made\nIn every instant you were right to write me off and move ahead\nAnd I think I let you down, I throw it all away\nI never meant to break it up or make you feel this way\n[Verse 2]\nIt's getting colder through these walls that seem too thin to break us now\nA perfect ending's still in line though it seems our time is running out\nTrace the call from you, we'll make this go away\nI never felt this day would come, I'll never be the same\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you're growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it's hard to be the only one to know\n\n[Verse 3]\nThrough open eyes I sense a feeling painted black that lines your heart\nIt's bleeding through just like the colors that I've seen right from the start\nAnd if I had the choice to do this all again\nWould you be inclined to notice it or would you just pretend\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you're growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it hurts to be the only one to know\n [Bridge]\nRemember how we used to be\nHow we used to be\nRemember how we used to be\nHow we used to be\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you're growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it's hard to be the only one to know\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you're growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it's hard to be the only one to know ",1 -3169,Billy_Talent___Worker_Bees,anger,"""Worker Bees [Intro]\nMarch on, worker bees!\nKnow your enemy!\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe take our orders given by the queen\nWe’re not the killers, we’re the worker bees\nIf you resist us, you will feel our sting\nSurrender now before the swarm sets in\n\n[Refrain]\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nFollow the herd mentality!\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n[Post-Refrain]\nMarch on, worker bees!\nKnow your enemy!\n\n[Verse 2]\nA pollination coming from the west\nAnd in a flash we will invade your nest\nSupply of honey flowing bottomless\nPlay by our rules or you’ll be powerless\n\n[Refrain]\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nFollow the herd mentality!\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we'll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we'll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we've done?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n\nAnd we'll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we'll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we've done?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 [Chorus]\nAnd we'll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we'll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we've done?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n\nAnd we'll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we'll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we've done?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n\n[Outro]\nCan we fight to save our souls?\nWill we die to save our home? ",3 -270,Aberfeldy___Uptight,happy,"""Uptight Well i never thought in my wildest dreams\nThat anyone could be hung up the way you seem to be\nIf you were real? and the peoples friend\nThen i'd understand\nThis impression that you're sending me\n\nDon't you know the city can leave me cold\nEverybody's so determined to be bought and sold\nLet's get something\nOut of the way\nNobody owns me no matter what they say\nBut baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you care\nOh yeah\nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nOh baby, feels like we're already there\nYeah, yeah\n\nIt's up to you do what you wanna do\nYou can tell the truth or not\nCome on baby, you might as well dance all night\nThere comes a time in everybody's life when you gotta do or die\nOh baby, please don't be uptight\n\nWell now, even the strings on a fiddler's bow don't stay uptight forever\nBaby, don't you know that\nOne day soon you're gonna have to crack\nCause otherwise you're gonna give yourself a heart attack\n\nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nBut baby, don't leave me up in the air\nNo, no, no, no\n\nIt's up to you do what you wanna do\nYou can tell the truth or not\nCome on baby, you might as well dance all night\nThere comes a time in everybody's life when you gotta do or die\nOh baby, please don't be uptight\nrepeat",0 -8947,Feeder___We_Cant_Rewind,happy,"""We Can’t Rewind You're just a face in the crowd\nA tiny hole in a cloud\nYou're trying to find your way in\nTo let your soul shine back out\nWe're just a twist in a seam\nA splash of paint on a screen\nWe're making all kinds of shapes\nSomehow we can straighten out the bends\n\nThis is our time we can't rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nOur place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway - we can't rewind\nDo you think we can change\nA different colour and shade\nI guess a new kind of thing\nSomehow we can straighten out the bends\n\nThis is our time we can't rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nOur place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway\nOh yes we can do it our way then\n\nStop taking me for a fool now\nYeah, I've got this feeling inside me\nBut I guess you knew\nWe can work it out\nWe can find some place new\nWe can't rewind, we can't rewind\n\nYou're just a face in the crowd\nA tiny hole in a cloud\nThis is our time we can't rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nA place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway\n This is our time we can't rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nA place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway ",0 -4797,Capital_Lights___Mile_Away,happy,"""Mile Away [Hook]\nI'm a mile away from where I belong\nAnd I'm a mile away from home\nI'm lying awake at the thought of you gone\nAnd I'm a mile away from home\n\nOn top of the world he thought\nLet down when he hit the spot\nDead stare in the mirror as he drove\n\nHad room for growing up\nHe got cold feet so he had to run\nTo a city with a history of love\nKnowing she relies on me\nBut I'm on my way to an unpredicted fall\nFeet under the covers now\nLips sealed tight till I hear a sound\nThe sound of a soon redeeming call\n\n[Hook]\n\nNow, I know I never dreamed to be a movie star\nBut I'm hiding in the Hollywood hills\nI've learned regret from a coward's mouth\nWouldn't let her know how I feel\n\nHeld up and I'm stuck in line\nCan barely get around on the 405\nHeaded downtown\nIn a half-full automobile\n\nNow, but deep inside I see the light\nI'm a runaway victim left alone\nAt night though you lay so far\nWe both stare out at the same old stars\nWishing for direction where to go\n\n[Hook]\n Oh, but I could never forget\nThe guilty look in your eyes at the end\nI walk the line like a merry-go-round\nThought I learned but I lost you again\n\nAnd all at once if the world stops spinning\nMaybe you could let me win\nOh, but I could never forget\nThe guilty look in your eyes at the end\n\n[Hook x3] ",0 -7768,Edwin_Starr___TwentyFive_Miles,happy,"""Twenty-Five Miles [Intro]\nCome on feet, start movin'\nGot to get me there\nHey, hey, uh, huh, huh, huh\nOh, uh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nTwenty five miles from home, girl\nMy feet are hurtin' mighty bad\nNow, I've been walking for three days\nAnd two lonely nights\nYou know that I'm mighty mad\nBut I got a woman waitin' for me\nThat's gonna make this trip worthwhile\nYou see she's got\nThe kind of lovin' and a kissin'\nA make a man go stone wild\n[Chorus]\nSo I got to keep on walkin'\nI got to walk on, oh, ho, ho\nI-I-I'm so tired\nBut I just can't lose my stride\n\n[Verse 2]\nI got fifteen miles to go now\nAnd I can hear my baby callin' my name\nIt's as if it's though\nI'm standing at her front door\nI can hear that doggone plain\nNow, I'll be so glad to see my baby\nAnd hold her in my arms one more time\nNow, when I kiss her lips\nI turn her back over flip\nAnd I'll forget about these feet of mine\n\n[Chorus]\nI got to keep on walkin'\nHey, I got to walk on, let me tell y-y'all\nI-I-I'm so tired\nBut I just can't lose my stride\n\n[Verse 3]\nCome on feet don't fail me now\nI got ten more miles to go\nI got nine, eight, seven, six, six, six\nI got five more miles to go now\nOver the other hill just around the bend\nAlthough my feet are tired\nI can't lose my stride\nI got to get to my baby again\n [Chorus]\nI got to keep on walkin'\nHey I got to walk on, wait, let me tell y-y-y'all\nI-I-I'm so tired\nBut I just can't lose my stride\n\nWalkin', yeah\nI got to walk on, let me tell y-y-y'all\nI see my baby\nJust across the bend\n\nWalkin', hey, hey now\nI got to walk on, let me tell y-y-y'all\nI got to say, on the step\nSince the sun came up ",0 -357,Adam_Green___Broken_Joystick,sad,"'Broken Joystick Skeleton of a smoking plane\nCatch a train to an open vein\n\nThe smoke just cleared\nSomething went wrong\nThe catfish choked\nThe sky is gone\n\nBeneath their boats\nThe forecast floats\nThe joystick choked\nThe joystick smokes\nMariachi clothes look good on everyone\nKlu Klux Klans will dance around the mountain\nPlugging up the holes in their harmonicas\n\nPush away from the overdose\nJust in time for the fairy bows Embed', 'default'",1 -9,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___Days_Of_Being_Wild,anger,"'Days of Being Wild All sewn up\nPull out the seams\nTake your call\nYour voice is static\nFar from my reach\nI burn the page\nImaged are blurred\nAm I afraid?\n\nAround my throat\nYou came so close\nTo stopping me\nAlive in jail, alive and well\nI cannot leave\nInnocent, accident\nFind my pulse\nTrapped in a locked box\nTeeth in a grind\nAll night amphetamine\nNoise to the tape\nComes like a shattered beast\nCast a shade\nYour mouths destroys me\n\nCome down dawn in one piece\nCome down dawn to find some peace\nDriven to shambles on a tip\nI never said that I would quit\nAnd the next song takes over\n\nQuickly I said\nBecause your feet need to hit the floor\nAnd wake your mind up\nBecause the body needs a little more\nAnd you step out from the porch\nInto the street\nAnd the night will have its way with you\nAnd you find a paper on the wall\nAnd see the slogan needs an audience\nAnd you give it a new look\nYou were trying to take a stab\nYou try to take a stab\nYou try to make something happen\nAnd the colors saturate into the walls of the buildings\n A defeated deposition\nA nexus\nA movement to fruition\nA middle finger to the institution\nA middle finger to the institution\nA middle finger to the institutionEmbed', 'default'",3 -2438,Band_Of_Horses___Factory,sad,"""Factory [Verse 1]\nThe elevator in the hotel lobby has a lazy door\nThe man inside is going to a hotel room\nHe jumped out right after seein' just the very sight of me\nDecided he better hike it to the second floor\n\n[Hook]\nIt's temporary, this place I'm in\nI permanently won't do this again\nMy belongings scattered all across the hotel floor\n[Verse 2]\nNow and later, I was thinkin' it over by the snack machine\nI thought about you and a candy bar\nThe Now and Laters, now and I've got 'em stuck between my teeth\nI fell asleep to the greatest movie of the year\n\n[Hook]\nA man gets lonely, for Heaven's sake\nHe's wonderin' only what did you do today\nThe world is spinnin' 'round into an old, sad song\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell it's comin' down outside like I've never even seen before\nI fell into some kind of sorry state\nLookin' back now, I think it's finally time for me to laugh about it\nGet my things together and find something to say\n\n[Hook]\nWell I feel awful and I believe\nTime gets wasted in this misery\nAnd darling I never wanna come back home 1 ",1 -4298,British_Sea_Power___No_Lucifer,happy,"""Prince Arthur: Book VII The Prince of Hell that on the Moutain staid,\nAnd with Infernal Joy around survey'd\nThe Camp, where Death did in sad Triumph reign,\nWith wide Destruction, covering all the Plain.\nThus to himself: At last I have prevail'd\nAgainst this Sect, tho other Arts have fail'd.\nTheir Troops half ruin'd with the Plague, afford\nAn easie Conquest, for King Octa's Sword;\nIll break the Peace, although advanc'd so far,\nAnd finish their Destruction by new War.\nArthur, prepare against the Saxon Arms,\n'Tis time enough for Ethelina's Charms.\nHeros delay'd, and disappointed, prize\nThe Crown, that got too cheaply, they despise.\nPleasures the farther off, the greater seem,\nAnd Toil and Danger, best preserve Esteem.\nThat service I will do, by taking care\nTo give fresh Fuel to th' expiring War.\nThat said, he leaves the Crystal Plains of Light,\nAnd to th' Infernal Regions takes his Flight.\nThere stands a Rock, dash'd with the breaking Wave\nOf troubled Styx, where was a gloomy Cave\nFlowing with Gore, the fierce Bellona dwells,\nAnd bound with Adamantine Fetters, Yells.\nAround stand Heaps of mossy Sculls, and Bones,\nWhence issue loud Laments, and dreadful Groans.\nTorn Limbs, and mangled Bodies are her Food,\nHer Drink whole Bowls of Wormwood, Gall, and Blood.\nLong curling Snakes her Head with Horrour crown,\nAnd on her squallid Back hang lolling down.\nThis gripes a bloody Dart, the other Hand\nGrasps of Infernal Fire, a flaming Brand.\nTreason, and Usurpation near ally'd,\nHaughty Ambition, and elated Pride,\nAnd Cruelty, with bloody Garlands crown'd,\nRapine, and Desolation stand around.\nWith these Injustice, Violence, Rage remain,\nAnd ghastly Famine, with her meagre Train.\nThis Savage Rout to Gallia now resort,\nDrawn by the Fame of proud Versallia's Court.\nThere these Attendants on their Master wait,\nAnd with their odious Forms, compose his horrid State.\nTo this wild Den now did th' Apostate fly,\nResolving all Bellona's Aid to try.\nAt his Approach the Monsters cease their Din,\nAnd bow at distance with a dreadful Grin.\nThe Stygian Prince, the Fury soon unchains,\nStrait double Rage boils in her swelling Veins.\nThen thus he spoke, to Octa's Palace fly,\nAttended with perfidious Treachery,\nAnd various Discord, let thy Arts perswade\nThat Prince, the ruin'd Britons to invade.\nGo raise new Tumults, and dissolve the Peace,\nFor this high Task Bellona I release.\n\nCharg'd with these dire Commands, she flies away,\nTo the Superiour Regions, blest with Day.\nNear Peak's aspiring Mount, and spacious Wood,\nAnd the green Banks of Dovus Crystal Flood.\nA wide-mouth'd Den, th' admiring Traveller sees\nWith Thorny Shrubs o'er-spread, and shady Trees;\nThat downward goes unfathomably deep,\nBeneath the subterranean Vaults, that keep\nImprison'd Damps, and Winds tumultuous Store,\nAnd the low Caves, where falling Waters roar.\nIt passes thro' the Bowels of the Earth,\nAnd the rich Beds, where Metals have their Birth,\nTill it reveals the gloomy Mouth of Hell,\nBellona freed from her infernal Cell,\nThro' this dire Gulph ascends with hasty Flight,\nAnd soon emerges in the Fields of Light.\nThe Air grew dark, the Rocks, and Mountains struck\nWith Horrour, at the Fury's Presence shook.\nThe Sphears disorder'd roll, the starting Sun\nSprings from the Heav'nly Course he us'd to run.\nThe Moon all drown'd in Blood, and blazing Stars,\nPortended Tumults, and destructive Wars.\nStraight to King Octa's Court the Fury comes,\nAnd Acha Octa's Mother's Shape assumes.\nThen thus she spoke.\nFrom blest Elysian Gardens I descend\nTo teach thee how to gain a glorious End\nOf all thy Labours, and thy warlike Toil,\nAnd fix thy Empire o'er the British Isle.\nHeav'n has decreed that here thy Race shall reign,\nAnd therefore has the hateful Britons slain\nWith a destructive Plague, and poison'd Darts\nShot from above, into their impious Hearts.\nNot half their Troops survive, make hast my Son\nTheir Ruine to compleat, by Heav'n begun.\nRun then to Triumph, hast to certain Spoil,\nAnd chase the cursed Nation from the Isle.\nYou see how much your League the Gods offend,\nLet not their Enemy, be Octa's Friend.\nThey must not be to us by Blood ally'd,\nNor Ethelina be a Briton's Bride.\nThat said, a spotted Viper from her Head\nShe to his Bosom secretly convey'd.\nThe poisonous Vermin, with infernal Art\nGlides thro' his Breast, and twines about his Heart.\nThe secret Poison wanders thro' his Veins,\nAnd warlike Fury o'er his Spirits reigns.\nHence straight-way to the Picts and Scottish Court,\nThe Fury, and her hellish Train resort.\nWhere they to bloody Wars sound loud Alarms\nAnd make the barb'rous Nations fly to Arms.\n\nMean time, the Saxon Monarch raving flew\nAbout the Court, and soon together drew\nThe chiefest Lords, and thus himself exprest,\nIt was resolv'd to give the Britons Rest;\nThe Land between the Nations to divide,\nAnd that the Princess should be Arthur's Bride.\nBut Heav'n against his Treaty does declare,\nAnd singly with the Britons wages War.\nIn vain we offer what they can't enjoy,\nWe spare the Men, Heav'n labours to destroy.\nAvenging Gods from their high Regions came,\nArm'd with bright Swords of keen, Etherial Flame,\nAnd fatal Darts of pointed Lightnings made,\nAnd with sure Death the British Camp invade.\nTheir trembling Reliques fall our certain Prey,\nHeav'n sounds th' Alarm, and we must Heav'n obey.\nTho we by Sea their Power could not withstand,\nOur Gods more potent are, then theirs by Land.\nTh' unfinish'd Conquest we may soon compleat\nOr from this Isle oblige them to retreat.\nThis fair occasion let our Arms improve\nTo fix our Power, and all our Fears remove.\nHe ceas'd, and all his Captains War desir'd,\nAnd sprang into the Field with Martial Heat inspir'd.\n\nStraight Orders are dispacht for all to Arm,\nAnd thro' the Cities sounds the loud Alarm.\nThe tremb'ling Husbandman his Toil forbears,\nFells his tall Ash, and shapes long Staves for Spears.\nSome sighing o'er their Anvils forge the Blades\nOf Swords, instead of Hooks, and rural Spades.\nHuge Gauntlets some, some hollow Helmets beat,\nAnd some o'er brazen Backs, and Breastplates sweat.\nSome shape their Darts, and some their Javelins Points,\nOr fit their pollish'd Armour's Manly Joints.\nShap'ning their Arrows Heads, some stand inclin'd,\nSome on revolving Stones their Axes grind.\nSome serve on foot, some take the Horseman's Launce,\nAnd to the Field their foaming Coursers praunce.\nIn hast, some from their high roof'd Halls hung round,\nWith all the horrid Pride of War, and crown'd\nWith dusty Trophies, take their massy Shield,\nAnd flaming Sword, and fly into the Field.\nSome clasp their Helmets on, some snatch their Spear,\nAnd polish'd Buckler, and in Arms appear.\nEnsigns display'd, and Trumpets voice delight\nThe Saxon Youth, and martial Minds excite.\nThe lighted Beacons from the Hills declare,\nAs blazing Comets do, approaching War,\nThe flaming Signals giv'n, the Regions round\nWith Hors'men, Arms, and warlike noise resound.\nAs when\nIn some great Town a Fire breaks out by Night,\nAnd fills with crackling Flames, and dismal Light,\nWith Sparks, and Pitchy Smoak th' astonish'd Sky,\nTh' affrighted Guards, that first the Flame espy,\nStraight give th' Alarm, and spread the dreadful Cry.\nTh' amaz'd Inhabitants the Signal take.\nAnd run in Crowds half cloath'd, and half awake,\nTo stop the spreading Ruin, and to tame\nWith spouting Engines the destructive Flame.\nSo when the frightful Cry of War begun,\nInto the Fields in Troops the Saxons run.\n\nNow Muse relate, and in their Order name\nThe People, that from different Regions came.\nWhat fam'd Commanders did their Squadrons head,\nAnd what great Lords their valiant Subjects led,\nFirst the stout Cantian Saxon, from the Land,\nThat bravely once did Cæsar's Arms withstand,\nWhere Joyful Nature, sits in Plenty crown'd,\nHesperian Woods, and Sylvan Scenes surround,\nHer shady Throne, that with rich Fruit abound.\nOf these some on the flowry Banks reside,\nOf fair Medvaga, that with wanton Pride,\nForms silver Mazes with her crooked Tide.\nThe Durobrovian Youth of war-like Fame,\nAnd bold Vagniacans, together came,\nWith those about the fruitful Region bred,\nWhere Durovernum, reers her stately Head.\nThey march from Thanotos, and from her Towers,\nHer valiant Youth sublime Rutupia pours.\nRutupia, whose rich Gems, and Pearly Store\nInticed Victorious Cæsar, to her Shore.\nTheir chief Commanders were great Amades,\nValiant Theodorick, Osred, and with these\nHengist, a splendid Youth, the Blood, and Name\nOf the first Saxon, of Illustrous Fame,\nThat from the Belgick Shore, to Albion came.\nFrom the fat Glebe they come, and flowry Land\nWhich the stout Trinobantes, did Command.\nAugusta sends her warlike Youth, a Town\nOf ancient Fame, to Forraign Merchants known,\nEv'n then for Naval Power of great Renown.\nBut since her stately Head is rais'd so high,\nHer glorious Towers surmount the wondring Sky.\nHer Royal Fleets the watry World controll,\nWhere the vast Ocean can his Billows roll,\nFar as the Indies, and from Pole to Pole.\nHer Power by trembling, Neighbour States is fear'd,\nBy distant Empires, and new Worlds rever'd.\nHer bellowing Oaks, with louded Thunder roar,\nThen what annoy'd them, on their Hills before,\nShaking the Gallick, and the Belgian Shore.\nBritannia's Head she reigns in Wealth and Ease,\nMart of the World, and Emp'ress of the Seas.\nEdgar and Cissa, both Illustrious Names,\nFrom the delightful Banks of famous Thames,\nInto the Field, Augusta's Squadrons bring,\nNone fought more bravely for the Saxon King.\n\nThey from the Forests come, whose Sports invite\nAugusta's youth, that in the Woods delight.\nFrom the sweet Gardens of the fruitful East,\nWith smiling Flowers, and od'rous Saffron blest.\nFrom Camelodunum pop'lous once, and proud\nOf its fam'd Colony of Roman Blood.\nFrom round Canonium, arm'd with Swords and Shields,\nThe warlike People March, and from the Fields\nWhere Idumanum verdant Wealth bestows,\nWhose wanton Tide in wreathing Volumes flows,\nStill forming Reedy Islands, as it goes.\nBrave Sebert led them, valiant Oga's Son,\nWhose Arms had great Renown in Battel won.\nThe chearful Youth from Verolamium came,\nA Town of ancient, and illustrious Fame.\nWhere fortify'd with Trenches, Lakes and Wood,\nThe valiant Casibellan, once withstood\nThe Roman Arms, oblig'd at last to yield,\nWhere Cæsar fights, who can maintain the Field?\nSince cherish'd by th' indulgent Conquerour,\nThe City was advanc'd in Wealth and Power.\nIts Towers, gilt Fanes, and Palaces did rise,\nDarting Terrestrial Glories thro' the Skies.\nNow where the City stood, the Ploughman toils,\nAnd as he works, turns up old Roman Spoils,\nMedals and Coins, enrich th' admiring Clown,\nPavements and Urns, by ancient Figures known.\n\nFrom the rich Seats they came, from whence their Sword\nThe Coritanian chas'd, the rightful Lord.\nFrom all the Towns, around the spacious Wood\nNear which sublime Tripontium's Castles stood.\nFrom Bannavenna well-arm'd Squadrons came,\nAnd Durobrevis, on Aufona's Stream.\nTheir chief Commanders were brave Alopas,\nAnd valiant Egbert, both of Horsa's Race.\n\nThey came, who dwelt along the Southern Coast,\nOn which the German Ocean's Waves are tost.\nThe Soil the brave Icenian Britons blest\nWith Peace, and envy'd Plenty, once possest.\nVenta they left, where Garienus Tide,\nDoes to the Bosom of Bardunus glide,\nAn ancient, wealthy Town that did abound,\nWith warlike Youth, and rul'd the Soil around.\nHigh Branodunum does her Squadrons send,\nWhere Roman Arms, did once the Coast defend.\n\nThey leave the Towns along fair Theta's Flood,\nAnd happy Soil, where Gariononum stood.\nThose from the Banks of winding Stourus came,\nAnd the rich Town, that bore Faustinus name.\nThey come from Oza's Banks, and from the Land\nWhich lofty Combritonium did Command.\nThis numerous Saxon Youth, that then obey'd\nKing Ella's Laws, adavnce to Octa's Aid.\nElla their Valiant Prince, was at their Head,\nAnd to the Field, his warlike People led.\n\nFrom Camboritum, and the Neighb'ring Hills,\nThe chearful Youth drawn out, the Region fills:\nFrom Camboritum, then a warlike Town,\nSince for the Muses Seat, much better known.\nHer learned Sons have gain'd Immortal Fame,\nAnd high as Heav'n, have rais'd Britannia's Name.\nRedwal, whose Lands a vast Revenue yield,\nLed them, compleatly arm'd into the Field.\n\nThey leave the reedy Lakes, and marshy Soil,\nOnce happy by the British Farmers Toil.\nNow the vext Land a Forreign Master knows,\nWhich o'er the Country, like a Deluge flows,\nThat from the Sea, the Banks born down, is roll'd,\nAnd o'er their Fields advances uncontroll'd.\nThe Valiant Youth from all the Region goes,\nWhich Trent and Lindis, confluent Streams, enclose.\nHigh Margadunum, all her Squadrons lends,\nAnd stately Lindum, which her Power extends\nO'er the wide Province, her Battalions sends.\nMighty Ebissa, from the Fenny Land\nInto the Field, did lead this warlike Band.\nOrla, and Imerick, a Valiant Lord,\nFam'd for his Strength, and vast unweildy Sword,\nDrew all their Squadrons, and Battalions forth,\nFrom all their Towns, that lay the farthest North.\n\nKing Cerdic from the West his Army brought,\nWho for the Saxon Empire bravely fought.\nHe all the Saxon Heros far excell'd,\nWhose conquering Arms, were never yet repell'd.\nA great Commander, Brave and Fortunate,\nThat founded first the Western Saxon State.\nThose seated on Halenus verdant Banks\nDraw out, and Muster their Victorious Ranks.\nThey March from Tresantona's Crystal Flood,\nFrom Venta's Downs, and Regnum's spacious Wood.\nFrom rich Clusentum, and fair Vecta's Isle,\nFrom Briga and Segontium's fertile Soil.\nOn Sorbiodunum's Plains arm'd Youth appears,\nWith nodding Plumes, and moving Groves of Spears.\nThe famous Captain, who had chief Command,\nThat with his Prince came to invade the Land,\nWas Lothar, born on Belgick Mosa's Flood,\nWhose noble Veins were fill'd with Royal Blood:\nHim did fair Emme Cerdic's Sister bear,\nAnd dying, left him to her Brother's Care.\nWith all this Strength King Octa takes the Field,\nNor doubts, but Arthur to his Arms must yield.\n\nThe Britons now a solemn Fast proclaim\nTo mourn their Guilt, and take th' attendant Shame.\nTo own the dreadful Plague, their Crimes desert,\nAnd by their Grief, like Judgments to avert.\nThat Heav'n appeas'd, from its relenting Hand\nMay drop its Bolt, and spare the threaten'd Land.\nSorrow untaught on every Face appear'd,\nAnd only Sighs and sad Laments were heard.\nThey weep aloud, and mourn their impious Fall,\nAnd with united Prayers for Mercy call.\nThe prostrate Penitents for Pardon Cry,\nAnd from Heav'n's Justice, to its Pity fly.\nTo Grief, and flowing Tears, no Bounds are giv'n,\nTh' Artillery alone, that Conquers Heav'n.\nRighteous Resolves fill every humble Mind,\nAnd all in Vows of blest Obedience joyn'd.\nThe mournful Camp's a Scene of pious Woe\nWhere thro' their Eyes, their Hearts dissolving flow.\nTheir loud and fervent Supplications, rise\nAbove the Clouds, and penetrate the Skies.\nContending thus with Heav'n they weep, and pray,\nAnd strive to turn th' impending Storm away,\nThat charg'd with Vengeance o'er their Camp appear'd,\nMore Plagues they had deserv'd, and therefore fear'd.\n\nPrince Arthur, that in Piety was chief,\nAnd now chief mourner, thus exprest his Grief,\nTh' attentive Britons hear, and hope Relief.\nOf Wrath Divine, what Vials have been pour'd,\nAnd empty'd on our Heads, that have devour'd\nThe guilty Britons, and our Camp consum'd;\nWhere pil'd in Heaps, the Dead, the Dead entomb'd!\nTh' Eternal's Sword around did widely wast,\nAnd carried Death, and Ruin where it past.\nIt reek'd in Blood, and shone with Slaughter dy'd\nRed, as the Crimson Sins, that for its Vengeance cry'd.\nThis day we deprecate the Curse, and all\nWith wounded Souls, for Heav'n's Compassion call.\nTo still the Storms of Wrath that on us beat,\nAnd cause the fiery Torrent to retreat.\nThe God we Worship Jealous is, and Pure,\nHis Wrath advances slow, but reaches sure.\nHis threat'ning Arm does long extended stay,\nBut then descends with the more fearful Sway.\nWho then can his consuming Fire withstand,\nWho bear the strokes of his Revenging Hand?\nThere's hope your Prayers have found Success above,\nAnd Heav'n aton'd, will this fierce Plague remove.\nMay ne'er our impious Crimes, his Arm provoke\nTo end our Ruin, by a second stroke.\n\nHe ceas'd. His Men their sacred Vows renew,\nAnd for Devotion to their Tents withdrew.\nWhere while Celestial Warmth their Breasts extend,\nThe Day in Prayers, and Hymns of Praise they end.\nHeav'n the Returning Penitents embrac'd,\nAnd far away th' Infernal Legions chas'd.\nTheir Guardian Angels once more take their Post.\nDrawn out in bright Array, around their Host.\n\nTwice had the Sun with dawning Glories blest\nThe World, and call'd the Lab'rer from his rest,\nAs oft the Night her Sable Vesture, set\nWith pearly Dew, ascends her Throne of Jet.\nWhen certain Tydings Arthur's Camp alarm'd,\nThat Octa's Men against the Britons arm'd,\nBelieving that the Britons thus distrest,\nBy Saxon Arms, might be with Ease opprest.\nWith Octa Leagues, and Overtures of Peace,\nWhen War shall offer more advantage, cease.\nThe Tydings soon thro' all the Army ran,\nWhence in their Minds tormenting Fears began.\nThey thought their weaken'd Troops, could not oppose\nThe fierce Attack, of their insulting Foes.\nThe trouble spreads, all, their sad State bewail,\nThat those the Plague had spar'd, the Sword shold now assail.\n\nThe pious Prince with heavy Grief opprest,\nTo Heav'n thus vents the trouble of his Breast.\nThou that from dark Egyptian Prisons freed,\nAs Shepherds do their Flocks, did'st Israel lead.\nWho from between the Cherubs, did'st display\nThy Heav'nly Glories, to direct their Way.\nWhose mighty Arm extended, did secure\nTheir trembling Host, pursu'd by Pharoah's Power.\nShine forth, and with thy Beams dispel this Night,\nWhose horrid Shades, my lab'ring Soul affright.\nStir up thy Strength, thy Foes, and ours invade,\nAnd bring thy shining Myriads to our Aid.\nThou God of Light, reveal thy glorious Face,\nThy Rays will from the Sky, this Tempest chase.\nThee, all the unnumber'd Hosts of Heav'n obey,\nDrawn in embattl'd Lines, and bright Array\nAlong th' Etherial Plains, and here below\nMonarchs to thee, precarious Empires owe.\nPrest by our Enemies, to thee we fly,\nHow long wilt thou neglect thy People's Cry?\nBath'd in our Tears, and pleas'd with Grief, we moan\nOur solitary State, for God is gone.\nOur Foes around, despise our Mournful State,\nAnd on those Loads that press us, heap more Weight.\nOur Enemies enrag'd, no Mounds between,\nOn us, like rising Waves, come roaring in.\nAgainst the Reliques thy fierce Wrath has spar'd,\nThe Foe's Inexorable Sword's prepar'd.\nOn me with Scorn th' insulting Scoffers look,\nAs one, whom Heav'n displeas'd has now forsook.\nThe Pagans make my Woes their sprotful Theam.\nReproach thy Vot'ries, and thy Name blaspheme.\nStir up thy Power, thy glitt'ring Arms assume,\nBowing the Heav'ns, to our Deliverance come.\nAs from th' aspiring Mountains, rais'd around\nJerusalem, while it stood, Protection found.\nSo let a Guard, from thy bright Host detach'd,\nT'encamp about our Army be dispatch'd.\nThou God of Truth arise, let th' Heathen see,\nThy Wrath pursues perfidious Treachery.\n\nWhile thus Prince Arthur Heav'ns Protection sought,\nThe God-like Raphael, this kind Message brought.\nThy Prayer prevails, O Prince, be not dismay'd,\nTh' Almighty's Arm is strecht out of your Aid.\nHighly your Crimes Heav'n's Majesty displeas'd,\nBut your Repentance hath his Wrath appeas'd.\nHis People's Faults do but his Rod employ,\nBut his fierce Vengeance shall his Foes destroy.\nLet not the Saxon's Numbers be their Pride,\nYou're stronger far, for God is on your Side\nAbundantly your Loss is thus Supply'd.\nArise, and let the Britons Courage take,\nTheir Arms shall drive th' advancing Saxon back.\n\nThe Prince with Raphael's heav'nly Message cheer'd,\nOcta's unequal force, no longer fear'd.\nHis chearful Looks the drooping Britons saw,\nAnd thence reviving Warmth, and Courage draw.\nHis God-like Language calms their troubled Minds,\nAnd with its Charms reluctant Passions binds.\nHe to their frozen Veins new Life procures,\nDispels their Doubts, and fainting Hopes assures.\nThe Britons that before did scarecely dare\nT'expect it, now resolve to meet the War.\nThey now no more the Fears of Danger own,\nWhile Heav'n assists, and Arthur leads them on.\n\nMean time illboding Prodigies affright\nKing Octa, and disswade his Men from Fight,\nThe Birds of Heav'n the gazing Augurs scare,\nCrossing with inauspicious Flights the Air!\nThe Fowl as sacred kept, projected Meat,\nColdly regard, and sullenly retreat.\nFrom hollow Oaks, obscene Night Ravens sung,\nAnd clustring Bees upon their Ensigns hung.\nBullocks with Garlands crown'd reluctant come,\nBreak from the Altar, and run lowing home.\nNear silver Thamisis sweet Banks, there stood\nAwful for solemn Shade, a lofty Wood.\nWhere they ador'd their God Irmansul nam'd,\nA war-like Idol, thro' Germania fam'd.\nHis Right Hand did a flowry Garland bear,\nHis Left held up a Balance in the Air.\nHis Breast a grisly Bear's fierce Figure bore,\nAnd in his Shield a Lyon seem'd to roar.\nFresh gather'd Flowers dispers'd in Heaps around,\nGay Superstition, paint their sacred Ground.\nHither the Saxons, and their Priests repair,\nT'atone their God, with Victims and with Prayer.\nHis Aid against the Britons to invoke,\nWhile the tall Oaks with Clouds of Incense smoak.\nThe Priests the Wood to burn the Victim lay,\nAnd a crown'd Bullock at the Altar slay.\nTheir reeking Hands, ransack in vain the Breast,\nTo find the Heart of the prodigious Beast.\nThe Priests grow pale, and from their Altar start,\nFinding a Victim slain without a Heart.\n\nBut that which most the gazing Saxons scare,\nAre Armies seen engaging in the Air.\nThe highest ground of all th' heavenly Way,\nThe Sun had gain'd, darting a downright Ray.\nWhen two black Clouds appear'd, one from the East\nThreat'ning arose, the other from the West.\nThey stretcht their lowring Fronts across the Sky,\nAnd frowning, seem'd each other to defy.\nBetween a Glade of free and open Air,\nDid, as betwixt two spacious Woods, appear.\nThen issuing from the Womb of either Cloud,\nTwo Armies met, and drawn in Battel stood.\nThe sick'ning Sun shone with a gloomy Ray,\nScar'd with the bloody Business of the Day.\nBetween them straight began a furious Fight,\nAnd glitt'ring Arms supply'd the want of Light.\nEager of Glory from Heroick Deeds,\nThe Airy Knights spur on their foaming Steeds.\nThey rush to Battel with a full Career,\nAnd tilting break their Lances in the Air.\nSwords clashing Swords, and Shields rencountring Shields,\nFill with the Din of War th' Etherial Fields.\nVaulting the Air, thick Showers of Arrows fly,\nAnd warlike Labour troubles all the Sky.\nA Bloody Field was fought, and Heaps of Slain\nSeem'd to o'erspread the wide Etherial Plain.\nChariots o'erturn'd, and scatter'd Harness by,\nSteeds, and dismounted Riders, mingled ly.\nFrom gaping Wounds, a Crimson Sea of Blood,\nAlong the Heav'nly Pavement reeking flow'd.\nAt last the Squadrons, in the Eastern Sky\nFell in Disorder, and began to fly.\nThe Conquerours hung upon their Backs, and chas'd\nTheir Troops, with mighty Rout thro' all the Wast\nInto the Clouds and Heav'nly Wilds they fled,\nAnd left upon the Bloody Field their Dead.\nNext off the Theater the Victors go,\nAnd into shapeless Air dissolving flow.\nThe lab'ring Scene, and Actors disappear'd,\nAnd of the War the Airy Stage was clear'd.\n\nOcta that view'd th' important Prodigy,\nTrembled to see the Eastern Army fly.\nHe wisely hid his Fears within his Breast,\nAnd to his Captains thus himself exprest.\nLet not vain Prodigies the Saxons scare,\nForm'd by the wanton Demons of the Air.\nWrapt in dark Clouds, the Will of Heav'n's conceal'd,\nTo Mortals only by th' Event reveal'd.\nThink not fantastick Portents can declare\nThe Fate of Kingdoms, and Results of War.\nThese only weak, and vulgar Minds affright,\nLike Phantoms, borrowing Horrour from the Night.\nWhich, as capricious Nature's Play, the wise\nFrom timerous Superstition free, despise.\nThe valiant on their Arms make Fortune wait,\nAnd carve out to themselves propitious Fate.\nNeglect these Dreams, the Gods are ever kind\nTo the best Troops, and to th' undaunted Mind.\nGreat Cæsar thus contemn'd his Augurs Tales,\nFights, and o'er Foes, and Portents too, prevails.\nThus Octa strove their Passion to appease,\nAnd give them what himself enjoy'd not, Ease.\n\nAt a small Village now unknown by Name,\nThere dwelt a Sorcerer of wondrous Fame.\nThe Pagan Briton Merlin, that of late\nFor his dire Art, driv'n from the British State;\nDid with the Pagan Saxons safely dwell,\nAnd kept his Correspondence up with Hell.\nWith potent Juices, and infernal Charms,\nThe black Magician, Plagues, and Mortal Harms,\nAnd various Kinds of Mischiefs did inflict\nOn those, whom Heav'n was pleas'd he should afflict.\nHe in the silent Night while Mortals sleep,\nBy Hedg-rows, Lakes, or o'er the Hills would creep.\nTo gather baleful Herbs, with which he drew\nFamiliar Fiends, that round, like Ravens, flew.\nMounting his Magick Wand, he thro' the Air\nTo rich Nocturnal Feasts would oft repair,\nSpread on green Hills, or near some shady Wood,\nOr Grassy Banks of some sweet River's Flood;\nWhere when th' infernal Company are met,\nRich Meats, and Wines on stately Tables set\nThey seem to taste, and by the Moon's pale Light,\nSpend in Fantastick Luxury, the Night.\nBut from th' imaginary Banquet come,\nAt the grey Dawning, lank and meagre, home.\n\nKing Octa's Servants at their Lord's Command,\nWith their unrighteous Wages in their Hand,\nTo Merlin come, and soon prevaild to bring\nThe fam'd Magician, to their anxious King.\nWhom Octa thus bespoke,\nThe Miracles, your sacred Art has shown,\nMake you thro' all the wondring Island known.\nLet your prodigious Power my Army Guard,\nHonour and Riches shall be your Reward.\nThe Foe we'll now engage, but let him first\nBe here by you, and your Enchantments curst.\nCurse then this impious Enemy your Breath\nWill blast their Strength, and fatal prove as Death.\nYour Curse and that of Fate, is deem'd the same.\nAnd whom you bless the World does blest proclaim.\nAssault their Camp with all your magick Powers,\nYou'll curse your mortal Foes, as well, as ours.\nRevenge your Wrongs, and by your potent Charms,\nDraw off the Guardian Gods, that help their Arms.\nCome with me then, I will a Mountain shew,\nFrom whose high Top you may their Army view.\nThere we'll atone the Gods with Prayer and thence\nYou shall your Curses on the Foe dispense.\n\nThen Octa to a Mount the Sorc'rer led,\nWhence thro' the Vale he saw the Britons spred.\nSeven Altars they erect, and in the Flames,\nSeven Bullocks sacrifice, and seven Rams.\nHere Octa and his Lords, their Gods ador'd,\nAnd kneeling round the Flames, their Aid implor'd.\nAt last, the Night advancing to her Noon,\nMerlin conducted by the silver Moon,\nFrom Octa, to a neighb'ring Hill withdraws,\nT'observe infernal Rites, and magick Laws.\nHe seeks out noxious Plants, whose powerful Juice,\nMagicians for their strong Enchantments use.\nGreen Henbane, Wormwood, Hemlock, Savine Tops,\nIn whose prest Juice he dipt his magick Sops;\nWith Plants that to the Moon their Vertue owe,\nAnd Toadstools, that from Storms of Thunder grow.\nWhich mixt with humane Fat, red Hair, and Blood,\nHe offers up cast on the Burning Wood.\nThen with his potent Wand, he walks around,\nAnd with dire Circles, marks th' enchanted ground.\nThen did he with a mutt'ring Voice rehearse\nWondrous, mysterious Words, and potent Verse.\nTh' infernal Charms all Nature did affright,\nThe waning Moon straight sickned at the Sight.\nThe Hill with Horror trembled, and around\nWith howling Wolves the neighb'ring Woods resound.\nThen Storms of Rain ensue, swift Lightnings fly,\nAnd dreadful Thunderclaps torment the Sky.\nSpectres, and Ghosts break from their hollow Tomb,\nAnd glaring round the Necromancer come.\nAll Hell was mov'd, the Powers drawn from their Seats\nArise, while Merlin his dire words repeats.\nWhom with his Charms he labours to engage\nAgainst the Britons, and excites their Rage.\nHis powerful Arts incline them to employ\nUnited force, their Army to destroy.\nBut Hell and all its Friends, vain Rage express,\nAnd Curse in vain, when Heav'en designs to Bless.\nMerlin his impious Ceremonies done,\nReturns to Octa with the rising Sun.\nBefore the Saxon Lords he stood, prepar'd\nTo Curse their Foes, and merit his Reward.\nWhen the Magician's Breast an unknown Fire\nLaps'd from above did suddenly inspire.\nA warmth Divine his Spirits did invade,\nAnd once a Sorcerer, a Prophet made.\nThe Heav'nly Fury Merlin did constrain\nTo Bless, whom he to Curse design'd in vain.\n\nHow Beautiful the Briton's Tents appear?\nWhat goodly Heads his Tabernacles Rear?\nAs the rich Vales they spread their verdant Pride,\nOr flowry Gardens by the River's side.\nAs shady Aloes in th' Arabian Woods,\nOr lofty Cedars planted by the Floods.\nIndulgent Heav'n upon the Briton pours\nProlifick Dews, and sweet refreshing Showers.\nHis Seed shall flourish midst surrounding Streams,\nBlest with mild Air, and pure reviving Beams.\nHis Prince's Glory, shall his People's Love,\nAnd Neighbour Monarchs Fear, and Envy, move.\nHe, like a fearless Unicorn shall stand,\nSure of his strength, and all the Fields command.\nThose hostile Nations who oppose his Power,\nHe with resistless Fury shall devour.\nHe'll break their crashing Bones, his Bow he'll bend,\nAnd thro' their Flesh, his piercing Arrows send.\nHe couches like a Lyon on the Sand,\nLike a vast Lyon in a Desart Land.\nStretching his fearful Limbs at Ease he lies,\nWhat Creature dares provoke him to arise?\nBless him, and be of happy Men the first,\nCurse him, and thou thy self shalt be accurst.\n\nHe ceas'd. King Octa tho incens'd, supprest\nHis Trouble and Displeasure in his Breast,\nAnd to the Sorcerer, thus himself addrest.\nBy solemn Execrations, to devote\nThe Britons to Destruction, you were sought.\nBut, you this impious Nation chuse to Bless,\nAnd all your Words presage their Arms success.\nWithdraw a second time, perhaps you'll find\nThe Gods, by your Enchantments more inclin'd.\nPerhaps some Errour might at first displease,\nA second Essay will the Powers appease.\n\nThe Sorcerer a second time retreats,\nAnd all his potent Charms with Care repeats.\nHe added ev'ry poisonous Juice, and Spell\nHe knew had force to shake the Realms of Hell.\nMerlin his impious Rites perform'd, returns,\nAnd acted by Satanick Fury burns.\nAll Hell within shook the Magician's Breast,\nBut by a Power Divine straight dispossest;\nTh'affrighted Demons fled, and in their stead\nA pure Celestial Spirit did succeed.\nTransports Divine, his lab'ring Soul engage,\nAnd thus he spake, mov'd with Prophetick Rage.\nIn vain with Divination, we assail\nThe Christian Arms, where all Enchantments fail.\nOur Curses by the powerful Breath of Heav'n,\nBack on our Heads, with fatal Force are driv'n.\nThose God has blest, no Guards nor Bulwarks need,\nNor can their Arms, whom he has curst, succeed,\nUnchangeably he's on his Purpose bent,\nNor do's he, like unstable Man, repent.\nThe Christian Army will prevail, that said,\nObserving Octa's Fury rise, he fled.\n\nThe King incens'd, cry'd, curst Magician fly,\nSpite of thy Charms, and thee, shall Victory,\nAnd Triumph, on the Saxon Arms attend,\nAgainst such Troops what Signs can ill portend?\nThy impious Tongue Propitious Heav'n belies;\nAnd for the Britons forges Prophecies.\nThy self of British Blood, the British Cause\nStronger than Wrongs, or ev'n Religion draws.\nSo oft poor Slaves, who to a neighb'ring State\nFly for Protection from a Tyrants Hate,\nIf he does War against those Neighbours wage,\nAnd with his Arms, upon their Frontiers rage.\nJoy at th' Oppressor's Conquests and Success,\nAgainst their own Protector's, they express.\n\nOcta at this Defeat with Fury burn'd,\nAnd to his Army with his Lords return'd.\nAmidst his Troops he rode, and thus he spoke,\nHis Voice high rais'd their Courage to provoke.\nSaxons, you now to certain Conquest go,\nTo glean the Reliques of a ruin'd Foe.\nThe Gods do loudly for your cause declare,\nAnd call you, but to finish their own War.\nThink on the Deeds by your great Nation done\nThe Towns they took, their glorious Battles won,\nAnd the Rich Countries by their Arms o'er run,\nFrom this fair Island shall the Britons chase,\nFrom these sweet Fields, great Odin's warlike Race?\nFrom these sweet Fields, for which our Leaders fought,\nWhich with the noblest Saxon Blood were bought.\nShall we with ignominious Flight retreat,\nO'er the rough Main, to seek some milder Seat?\nOr shall we back to our cold Region go,\nTo hide in Caves, and dwell Hills of Snow?\nCan my victorious Friends the Britons dread,\nWho from your conquering Arms so oft have fled,\nA vanquish'd Nation, by an Exile led?\nAppear like Saxons, add this Conquest more,\nTo all th' immortal Laurels won before.\nThus you'll the Grounds of lasting Empire lay,\nAnd still the Briton shall your Laws obey.\nVain with Success at Sea, they draw their Swords,\nAnd for Dominion strive with us, their Lords.\nLet now your Arms chastise their wanton Pride,\nAnd then in unmolested Peace abide.\nHe said, and brandish'd his threatning Launce,\nAnd springing forward, bids his Men advance.\n\nNow from the Hills th' embattel'd Saxon Swarms,\nAnd covers all the Plain with hostile Arms.\nAs when the great Commanders, Orders give\nTo quit the straight Dominions of their Hive,\nThe Bees pour out a numerous Colony;\nFrom their sweet Cells, the busie Youth on high\nWheel in the Air, and darken all the Sky.\nWhile brazen Pans charm and compose their Heat,\nIn some tall neighb'ring Tree they fix their Seat.\nThither th' unnumber'd Vulgar straight resort,\nAnd clustring Crowds, surround their Monarch's Court.\nSo thick the Saxons on the Field appear,\nFollowing their Leader with an endless Rear.\nThe gloomy Throngs look terrible from far,\nDisclosing slow, the horrid Face, of War.\nThe thick Battalions move in dreadful Form,\nAs lowring Clouds advance before a Storm.\nSo when the Sea grown black, the hazy Sky,\nAnd rising Winds, foretel a Tempest nigh.\nTh' experienc'd Mariners with hasty care\nFurl their spread Sails, and for a Storm prepare.\nStraight in the black Horizon, to the Skies\nThe dusky Billows threat'ning Heads arise.\nTh' unnumber'd Troops upon each others throng,\nAnd with a gloomy Aspect march along.\nAdvancing, they their boundless Front extend\nO'er all the Main, and fearful Wreck portend.\nThe Saxon Host thus in its March appears,\nAnd where it came, thick Groves of bristling Spears,\nBroad Iron Backs, and Breast-plates, brazen Shields,\nMail-Coats, and burnish'd Helms o'erspread the Fields.\nChariots of War in Clouds of Dust advance,\nAnd tossing up their Foam, the thundring Coursers Prance.\nTheir Army's Wings stretcht out, they to the Foes\nA long extended Ridge of War oppose.\nThe British Squadrons tho outnumber'd far,\nRun boldly on the horrid Edge of War.\nTo make their Front, the thin Battalions ran,\nBut stretcht not equal to the Saxon Van.\nBoth Armies thus, rang'd in Battalia stood,\nAnd Death prepar'd her thirsty Jaws for Blood.\n\nFrom the Celestial Host, a glorious Band\nOf Seraphs was detach'd by high Command.\nHither the shining Warriours did repair,\nAnd drawn in long Array, stood in the Air.\nTheir Blades divinely temper'd flam'd on high,\nAnd blazing Shields inlighten all the Sky;\nImpenetrable Shields, drawn from the Towers\nOf Heav'n's high Ars'nal, fill'd with warlike Stores.\nTh' Angelick Cuirassiers, in Armour shone\nOf Adamant, from Rocks Empyreal hewn.\nHigh milk white Plumes, like Snowy Clouds arise,\nFrom their bright Crests, and Nod against the Skies.\nRich Helmets, of Immortal beaten Gold\nAdorn their Heads, Brass of Etherial mould\nRefin'd above, their joynted Gauntlets made;\nBrass, that the Teeth of Time can ne'er invade.\nBroad silver Belts richly embroider'd o'er,\nRare Seraphs work, their shining Shoulders bore\nAnd round them Sky-dy'd Purple Scarfs they wore.\nMichael a Prince in Heav'n of first renown,\nWho, like a Sun, high in his Chariot shone;\nThis bright Detachment did in Chief Command,\nCharg'd to maintain strict Guard, and to withstand\nTh' Attempts, that might by Hellish Fiends be made,\nSent by their Prince the Christian to invade.\n\nWhile Lucifer on the white Mountain's Head,\nHis black, Infernal Crew about him spread;\nWith Malice, Rage, and Pride extended sate\nHigh on his dusky Throne, resolv'd to wait,\nAnd see, if this important Day's Event,\nWould answer with success, his curst intent.\n\nIn glitt'ring Arms the dazling Prince appears,\nBefore his Troops, the Saxon sees, and fears.\nHis Helm of polish'd Steel brac'd round his Head,\nDid o'er the Field, a glorious Terrour spread.\nBright Stones, and high rais'd Needle Work adorn\nThe shining Belt across his Shoulders worn.\nHis fatal Sword, the Bane of Gothick Pride,\nWith fearful Grace hung by his warlike Side.\nOdar the Neustrian of this famous Blade\nInur'd to Victory, a Present made\nTo Arthur, when from Albion first he came,\nTo Odar's Camp, to win Heroick Fame.\nLodar did with this Gift King Odar grace,\nA valiant Hero of the Neustrian Race.\nHis radiant Shield, of Brass its outmost Fold,\nTh' inmost temper'd Steel, the midst of Gold,\nWas the rare Work of Lycon's skilful Toil,\nFrom which unpeirc'd, the sharpest Darts recoil.\nBright, like a Sun, it did fierce Glory dart,\nWhere might be seen pourtray'd with wondrous Art,\nStrong Towns besieg'd, and famous Battels won,\nAnd great Exploits by ancient Heros done;\nWho to defend their Country, bravely fought,\nBy Men inspir'd, in sacred Volumes wrote.\n\nHere th' Israelites, kind Heav'n's peculiar Care,\nTheir famous Gen'ral Joshua leads to War.\nThe Rocky Desart past with wondrous Toil,\nWith Marches worn, and heavy with the Spoil\nFrom vanquish'd Baashan and King Sihon won,\nWhere their illustrious Triumphs first begun,\nAdvance their Ensigns, Canaan to invade,\nRipe by their full grown Sins for Conquest made.\nTo Jordan's Streams they come, straight to his Head\nHis Waves roll'd back, obsequious Jordan fled.\nThe naked Channel shews his sandy Face,\nAnd gives the Fav'rite Nation leave to pass.\nTh' astonish'd Canaanites, like Jordan, fly,\nAnd weep to see their Guardian River dry.\n\nHere valiant Gideon, with his Troop by Night,\nMarch'd out t'attack the haughty Midianite.\nThe Foe, like Locusts, numberless was pour'd\nAround the Vale, and all its Fruits devour'd.\nBut dreading Gideon's Arms, the Spoilers fly,\nAnd by his Sword, and by their own, they die.\nKing Zeba, and Zalmunna, with a throng\nOf Captive Princes, draw their Chains along.\n\nHere in the plain, stretcht like some spacious Wood,\nIn long Array, the throng'd Philistines stood.\nGoliah issuing from their opening Files,\nOf Bulk stupendous, hideous with the Spoils\nOf yellow Lyons slain, and shaggy Bears,\nTowring before their shouting Host, appears.\nWith haughty Air, the wondrous Figure strode,\nHis Sword his Trust, and his right Hand his God.\nBeneath his Weight the Vally seem'd to shake,\nBut his pale Foes did more than seem to quake\nGnashing his Teeth the grinning Monster stood,\nHimself an Army, and his Spear a Wood.\nSufficient Stores whole Mines could scarcely yield,\nFor his wide Cuirass, and prodigious Shield.\nWhere Figures pourtray'd of fierce Monsters shone,\nBut none so fierce, and monstrous as his own.\nHigh in the Clouds his brazen Helm did show\nLike some vast Temple's gilded Cupilo.\nHis mighty Legs, that brazen Boots embrac'd,\nTall Pillars seem'd, with Corinth Mettal cas'd.\nThus arm'd he stood, and by his Mein did seem\nTo curse aloud, to threaten and blaspheme.\nHis beck'ning Hand held proudly up, invites\nTo combate, all the trembling Hebrew Knights.\nTho vast of Bulk he bigger swells with Pride,\nHe curst their Army, and their Gods defy'd.\nHere, God-like David, in the flowry Bloom\nOf Youth, and Beauty, brings the Monster's Doom.\nTo kindle Love, or Pity fitter far,\nThen the rough Passions, that attend on War.\nAnd likelier by his Youth's engaging Charms,\nTo wound the Anakite, then with his Arms.\nYet bravely he embrac'd th' unequal War,\nAnd scorn'd his Rage that curst him from afar.\nThe fatal Stone by the young Hero slung,\nCut thro' the Air, and sure of Triumph sung.\nIt pierc'd the Cyclops Head, his Carcass fell\nSwift to the Ground, his Soul, as swift to Hell.\nFaln on his Face, he bites the trembling Ground.\nAnd Brains, and Gore break thro' the gaping Wound.\nWallowing he lay a vast extended Load,\nLike a great Island, in a Sea of Blood.\nHis ghastly Eye-balls strive with parting Light,\nAnd swim, and roll into eternal Night.\nHere Saul receiv'd the charming conquering Boy,\nThe Captains blush'd for Shame, and wept for Joy.\nHis Brothers griev'd to see the glorious Day,\nPrompted with Pride, and Envy shrunk away.\nHere Judah's Daughter flowry Garlands bring,\nThey crown young David, and presage him King.\nIn Songs and Dances they his Deeds proclaim,\nAnd Saul's is lessen'd, to advance his Fame.\n\nHere mighty Sampson, hot with Martial Rage,\nA numerous Army does alone engage.\nHis Sword high wav'd, reeking in Sweat and Blood,\nO'er slaughter'd Heaps, th' invading Conqueror strode.\nHis fatal Arms, his Foes no longer bear,\nBut their whole Host flies from his single Spear.\nConfus'dly o'er the Field lay spread about,\nWide Ruin, Spoils, and ignominious Rout.\n\nHere valiant David's Troops victorious come,\nFrom their Assyrian Expedition home.\nVast were the Spoils, which from the glorious Day\nWon on Damascus's Plains, they bore away.\nKing Hadadezer's Arms in Triumph born,\nAnd Purple Robes by their soft Princes worn,\nAnd sparkling Gems, that did their Ears adorn.\nRich Collars, Chains, and blazing Shields of Gold,\nVast Silver Bowls, that richer Metal hold.\nHigh gilded Dishes, graven or emboss'd,\nTreasure immense, that Syria had engross'd.\nPurple Pavilions once in lofty Rows,\nAnd Crimson Beds, where Monarchs did repose.\nUnnumber'd Camels, laden and opprest,\nWith all th' Luxury of the wanton East,\nBeneath the Booty groan'd along the Road,\nThemselves a Prey, as was their precious Load.\nHere ran gilt Chariots drawn by generous Steeds,\nSuch as the noble Soil of Asia breeds.\nHere Royal Captives, and chain'd Lords appear,\nAnd vulgar Slaves, prest with an endless Reer.\n\nHere the great Constantine of British Race,\nO'er Tyber's Bridge, does fierce Maxentius chase.\nWith Roman blood the swelling Rivers dy'd,\nAnd Helms, and Shields swim down the Crimson Tyde.\nSpears, broken Armour, Men, and Coursers slain,\nThe Streams encumber, and the Flood detain.\nGreat Constantine in glitt'ring Armour shines,\nAnd pressing on, breaks thro' the Roman Lines.\nMaxentius Hopes are blasted in the Bloom,\nHe flies, and opens wide the Gates of Rome,\nTo the Victorious Christian, and his God,\nWhere for a while, he made his blest abode. ",0 -1132,Amy_Diamond___Another_Day,sad,"""Another Day [Verse 1]\nI'm sorry for all the words I didn't say\nIt's too late, cause now you're gone so far away\nI feel like I'm lost, with nothing left but shattered dreams\nI'm so lonely, I'm holding on to memories\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nBut then I feel your love surrounding me\nAnd it takes away the pain inside of me\nI believe, I believe we'll be together\n[Chorus]\nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we'll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway\nAnother day\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh darling, we may be so far apart\nBut I know that you'll always stay inside my heart\nForever, cause you're the only love I known\nTogether, I'll never have to be alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nYour spirit gives me hope to carry on\nNow I understand that even though you're gone\nLife goes on, life goes on without you, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we'll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway\n\n[Piano Interlude]\n [Chorus]\nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we'll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway\nAnother day ",1 -59,A_Fine_Frenzy___Lifesize,happy,"'Lifesize [Verse 1]\nWe stood so tall we caught a plane\nBy the wing and held it safe\nUntil we found it a place to land\nWe laid across the ocean wide\nBridged the gap in record time\nThe people traveled across and\nKissed our hands\n\n[Chorus]\nAll for love, we become\nLarger than lifesize, wondersome\nGreat in the eyes of someone\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone\n[Verse 2]\nWe smiled so bright the sun went down\nRose above the maddening crowd\nWe lit the streets with the sweetest glow\nWe held the globe and made it turn\nWandered through the universe\nThe men of science observed through telescopes\n\n[Chorus]\nAll for love, we become\nLarger than lifesize, wondersome\nGreat in the eyes of someone\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone\n\n[Outro]\nLarger than lifesize, we become\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone Embed', 'default'",0 -311,Ace_of_Base___Angel_Eyes,happy,"""Angel Eyes [Verse 1]\nI know that I'm not the first one\nYou had love in your path before me\nBut when your lips touched my lips\nIt felt like I was kissing destiny\n\n[Chorus]\nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don't want to hear your story\n'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nI am in love\n[Verse 2]\nI believe in what I'm feeling\nI'd give everything up just for you\nLove is devoted to those who see\nThat the last dance, you dance with the truth\n\n[Chorus]\nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don't want to hear your story\n'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nAngel eyes\nAngel eyes, just want you here to hold me Mm\nAngel eyes\nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don't want to hear your story\n'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nI am in love 1 ",0 -4171,Breathe_Carolina___Hello_Fascination,happy,"""Hello Fascination [Intro]\n\n[Pre-Chorus: David Schmitt]\nHere's to you\nGlorify\nMy darlings\nAre you satisfied?\nHere's to you\nCriticize\nMy darlings, are you satisfied?\n[Chorus: David Schmitt]\nYou're buildin' me up just to break me down\nYou're being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination\n\n[Verse 1: Kyle Even, Kyle Even & David Schmitt]\nYou've dug my grave\nBut I pushed you in it\nI didn't give life to you\nBut you took it from me\nBut now I'm taking it back\nI know you wanna\nP-Push me\n\n[Pre-Chorus: David Schmitt]\nHere's to you\nGlorify\nMy darlings\nAre you satisfied?\nHere's to you\nCriticize\nMy darlings, are you satisfied?\n\n[Chorus: David Schmitt]\nYou're buildin' me up just to break me down\nYou're being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination\n [Verse 2: David Schmitt, Kyle Even]\nYou're questioning the answers of the faith you've put in me\nYou're questioning the answers of the faith you've put in me\nYou've dug my grave\nYou've dug my grave\n\n[Chorus: David Schmitt, Kyle Even]\nYou're buildin' me up just to break me down\nYou're being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination P-Push me\nYou're buildin' me up just to break me down\nYou're being loud without a sound P-Push me\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination\n\n[Outro: David Schmitt]\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nHello fascination\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nYou're buildin' me up\nWoah\nJust to break me down\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nHello fascination4 ",0 -7045,Diablo___Resign_From_Life,anger,"'Resign From Life So here I am, conjuring the ghost of Cain\nI was born into this world\nOne foot in the grave\nBut you can still see the grin on my face\n\nSoon I will come and go\nOut of order, raving through the show\nTrembling hands, smell of death\nI disregard bone and flesh\n\nNo matter what I do, no matter how hard I try\nYou still cannot face what I have become\nIt\'s never me, it\'s never you\nThere\'s nothing else, there\'s nothing new\nBut I\'ve just got one more thing to say:\n""Yes, I am my brother\'s keeper""\nHey, now I have reached the point\nWhere there\'s nothing left to say\nI am crusading on this serpent of disgrace\nLife, just one more\nJust one more connection to let go\nWell, let\'s propose a toast for the loss!\n\nDestiny waits for no one\nAnd now my time is near\nI will resign, resign from life\n\nNow I have given all the excuses I could give\nStill you try to read between the lines\nKeep acting like you knew it all\n\nNo matter what I do, no matter how hard I try\nYou still cannot face what I have become\nIt\'s never me, it\'s never you\nThere\'s nothing else, there\'s nothing new\nBut I\'ve just got one more thing to say:\n""Yes, I am my brother\'s keeper""\n\nHey, now I have reached the point\nWhere there\'s nothing left to say\nI am crusading on this serpent of disgrace\nLife, just one more\nJust one more connection to let go\nWell, let\'s propose a toast for the loss!\nLet\'s propose a toast for the loss Embed', 'default'",3 -8811,Faith_No_More___From_Out_Of_Nowhere,anger,"""From Out of Nowhere [Verse 1]\nTossed into my mind\nStirring the calm\nYou splash me with beauty\nAnd pull me down\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare\n\n[Verse 2]\nObsession rules me\nI'm yours from the start\nI know you see me\nOur eyes interlock\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare\n\n[Chorus]\nOne minute here and one minute there\nDon't know if I'll laugh or cry\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd then you wave good-bye...\n\n[Verse 3]\nSifting to the bottom\nEvery day for two\nAll energy funnels\nAll becomes you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare\n\n[Chorus]\nOne minute here and one minute there\nDon't know if I'll laugh or cry\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd it hurts inside\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd then you wave good-bye...\n Goodbye3 ",3 -6771,Deadlock___To_Where_The_Skies_Are_Blue,calm,"""To Where The Skies Are Blue Sun goes down once again\nWhile I sit here and feel the tears\nRunning down my cheeks\nNo I am not afraid of the dark\nBut the darker it gets the more I realize\nThat there is no one to depend on\nNo one to believe in\nAnd so I wait to die here all alone\nLike the daylight dies while it is fading away\nBecause nobody knows for sure\nThat the sun will burn through that cold night once more\n…To where the skies are blue…\n\nSo I pray for someone\nTo come and make my life seem like it's still worth living it\nSo I pray for you to come\nTo push me out from that darkness\nAnd take me to that place where the skies are always blue....\nNothing destroys me more than the thought of loosing this feeling\nNothing completes me more like you do\nAnd so I wait to die here all alone\nLike the daylight dies while it is fading away\nBecause nobody knows for sure\nThat the sun will burn through that cold night once more\nBut still the hardest things to say\nAre the words that mean the most\nSo come on angel, say that you\nLove me and nothing in this\nWorld will ever scare me again\nTake me to where the skies are always blue...",2 -5065,Cece_Winans___Listen_With_Your_Heart,anger,"""Listen With Your Heart When you can't find your way through the night\nWhen you've lost touch and nothing's feeling right\nYou can't find that path that leads you home\nYou don't know which road, which road to choose\nThat's when you've got to\n\nListen with your heart\nListen to your soul\nInside you'll find the answer\nTo take you to the place you need to go\nListen with your heart\nListen and your heart will let you know\nNo matter where you are\nThe truth is never far\nJust listen and your heart will lead you home\nAnd when this world has got your mind confused\nFeels like your faith has just run out on you\nYou can find that faith inside your soul\nThe strength you need lies deep, lies deep in you\nThat's why you've got to\n\nCHORUS\n\nWe all lose our way sometimes\nWe all lose our faith sometimes\nBut if you just believe and just be strong\nTrust your heart\nYour heart won't do you wrong\nYour heart won't do you wrong\n\nCHORUS",3 -7628,EPMD___Rampage,happy,"""Rampage [Intro: Parrish Smith]\nYeah, uh, funk, record mode Yeah\nSlow down, baby Uh\nSlow down, baby Uh\nSlow down, baby Yeah, uh\nSlow down, baby Yeah\nLL Cool J in the house, you know what I'm sayin'? Slow down, baby\nEPMD in effect, snappin' necks, cashin' large checks Slow down, baby\nAll the non-believers can cold get the dick, you know what I'm sayin'? Slow down, baby\n'Cause this the daddy mack, king of the bozack\nAll my friends knows that Slow down, baby\nMixed and mastered down to the all that Slow down, baby\nAs I kick it like this Slow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\n[Verse 1: Parrish Smith]\n'Cause we can get rugged, tough, hard like P\nTried to play my man, but you couldn't touch me\nYou faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest\nTo get your head flown, boy, you must be loccin' sess\n'Cause many often wonder is MD paid?\nYou're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way\n'Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's\nAnd I don't smoke crack, I smoke MCs\nSo pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note\nWhile rappers suffer from bleedin', sprains, and slit throats\n'Cause my style deadly, psychopath, schizophrenic\nA rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic\n'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell yayo\n'Nother word for cocaine, mi amigo\nThat's Spanish, terminology for friend\nNow sit back and ride my bozack as I send\nBass funk with beats that thump\nFor kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk\nMy system's crankin', my headlights are blinkin'\nBrothers ridin' my tip, L, and at the same time thinkin', damn\nHow could a brother be so nice?\n'Cause I'm the capital P-E twice, M-D-E twice\nI choose to squeeze, some choose to fight\nI like to write, but then again some bite\nAnd while you was bangin' on tables\nI was bangin' Snow White, P\n [Chorus]\nYeah, slow down, baby Yeah\nSlow down, baby Uh, yeah\nSlow down, baby\nUh, slow down, baby\n\n[Verse 2: LL Cool J]\nThe Ripper, the master, the overlordian\nPlaying MCs like an old accordion\nI get the inspiration from unnecessary station\nThem sayin' I was vacationin'\nYou can't quote with your weaker throats\nTryin' to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes\nMajor MCs become minor B-flats\nSo retire the mic, get your chains and your bats\nHere's your chance to advance, get in your stance\nI shoot the holster off your cowboy pants\nPure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment\nYou're guilty, face down on the pavement\nNo holds barred, it's time to get scarred\nYou and your squad better praise the real god\nThe undertaker, droppin' thunder on fakers\nWhen it comes to , I'm as freaky as Seka\nSo lay the mic down slow and careful\n'Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful\nA clip to slip in and start rippin'\nDivin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' Aw, shit\nJust in case you wanna go a few rounds or so\nI'm down so that you clowns'll know\nMe gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated\nI got rhymes up the, huh, forget it, I'm constipated, L\n[Chorus]\nSlow down, baby Uh, yeah\nSlow down, baby Yeah\nSlow down, baby\nE Double in the house Yeah\n\n[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]\nWhen I come around, homeboy, watch your nuggets\nA master on the beatdown, my style's rugged\nWhen I attack the microphone, close the zone\nRap sees danger, can't roam\nSecurity's packed in, wall-to-wall, can't fall\nMy rap tank is full, so I can't stall\nMy microphone is filled with premium\nAny wack MC that flexes, I'm creamin' him\nNot with lotion, bust the motion\nFlotation when I rock on the mic, I'm like coastin'\nI'm unique, fatigued\nAt my peak, you still seek\nA style, 'cause yours extra weak\nNew method to rip the stage at my age\nAnd get loose and kick like Bruce in a rage\nI'm on a rampage\n\n[Chorus]\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\n\n[Outro]\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby2 ",0 -6069,Cult_Of_Luna___Marching_To_The_Heartbeats,sad,"'Marching to the Heartbeats The sun, the light in your eyes, trapped me in a cage\nWhen you saw me you saw yourself\nWe were the ones that marched and fell Embed', 'default'",1 -6432,Dar_Williams___The_Christians_And_The_Pagans,happy,"'The Christians and the Pagans [Verse 1]\nAmber called her uncle\nSaid, ""We\'re up here for the holiday\nJane and I were having Solstice\nNow we need a place to stay""\nAnd her Christ-loving uncle\nWatched his wife hang Mary on a tree\nHe watched his son hang candy canes\nAll made with red dye number three\nHe told his niece, ""It\'s Christmas Eve\nI know our life is not your style""\nShe said ""Christmas is like Solstice\nAnd we miss you and it\'s been a while""\n[Chorus]\nSo the Christians and the Pagans\nSat together at the table\nFinding faith and common ground\nThe best that they were able\nAnd just before the meal was served\nHands were held and prayers were said\nSending hope for peace on earth\nTo all their gods and goddesses\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe food was great, the tree plugged in\nThe meal had gone without a hitch\n\'Til Timmy turned to Amber and said\n""Is it true that you\'re a witch?""\nHis mom jumped up and said ""The pies are burning""\nAnd she hit the kitchen\nAnd it was Jane who spoke\nShe said, ""It\'s true your cousin\'s not a Christian\nBut we love trees, we love the snow\nThe friends we have, the world we share\nAnd you find magic from your God\nAnd we find magic everywhere""\n\n[Chorus]\nSo the Christians Christians and the Pagans Pagans\nSat together Together at the table Ooh wah\nFinding faith Halle- and common ground Lujah\nThe best that Halle- they were able Ooh wah\nAnd where does magic come from?\nI think magic\'s in the learning\n\'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans\nOnly pumpkin pies are burning\n [Verse 3]\nWhen Amber tried to do the dishes\nHer aunt said, ""Really, no, don\'t bother""\nAmber\'s uncle saw how Amber\nLooked like Tim and like her father\nHe thought about his brother\nHow they hadn\'t spoken in a year\nHe thought he\'d call him up and say\n""It\'s Christmas and your daughter\'s here""\nHe thought of fathers, sons and brothers\nSaw his own son tug his sleeve\nSaying ""Can I be a Pagan?""\nDad said, ""We\'ll discuss it when they leave""\n\n[Chorus]\nSo the Christians Christians and the Pagans Pagans\nSat together Together at the table Ooh wah\nFinding faith Halle- and common ground Lujah\nThe best that Halle- they were able Ooh wah\nLighting trees in darkness\nLearning new ways from the old\nAnd making sense of history\nAnd drawing warmth out of the coldEmbed', 'default'",0 -9099,Fiona_Apple___Love_Ridden,sad,"'TranslationsFrançaisLove Ridden [Verse 1]\nLove ridden, I\'ve looked at you\nWith the focus I gave to my birthday candles\nI\'ve wished on the lidded blue flames under your brow\nAnd, baby, I wished for you\n\n[Verse 2]\nNobody sees when you are lyin\' in your bed\nAnd I wanna crawl in with you but I cry instead\nI want your warm but it will only make me colder when it\'s over\nSo I can\'t tonight, baby\n[Chorus]\nNo, not ""baby"" anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave\n\n[Bridge]\nMy hand won\'t hold you down no more\nThe path is clear to follow through\nI stood too long in the way of the door\nAnd now I\'m giving up on\nYou\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, not ""baby"" anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave\nNo, not ""baby"" anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave 5Embed', 'default'",1 -2086,Atomic_Kitten___If_You_Come_To_Me,happy,"""If You Come to Me [Verse 1: Liz McClarnon]\nSo long ago\nI didn't have a care about me\nI didn't know my right from wrong\nBut now I know\nThat you got your love around me\nYou know it makes me feel so strong\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Jenny Frost]\nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it's real\nMaybe we can work it out\n'Cause this is how I feel\n[Chorus: Atomic Kitten]\nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI'll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you're away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nAnd if you come to me, you know I'll make it right\n\n[Verse 2: Natasha Hamilton]\nThroughout my life\nI'd never thought I'd have somebody\nNever thought I'd have somebody\nSomeone to call my own\nAnd now I've found\nA little bit of heaven, baby A little bit of heaven, baby\nA place to call my home\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Jenny Frost]\nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it's real\nMaybe we can work it out\n'Cause this is how I feel\n [Chorus: Atomic Kitten]\nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI'll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you're away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nAnd if you come to me, you know I'll make it right\n\n[Bridge]\nBaby, don't you know you gotta slow down?\nBefore you know, you gonna break down and turn around\nBefore you know, you go and break my heart\nWhen will you learn to be\nA little helpful when you think of me\nA little careful when you're close to me?\n'Cause, baby, I loved you from the start\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Jenny Frost]\nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it's real Yeah, yeah\nMaybe we can work it out\n'Cause this is how I feel This is how I feel, this is how I feel\nI love you, baby\n[Chorus: Atomic Kitten]\nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI'll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you're away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nI would die, I love you\nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI'll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby I would die\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you're away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\n\n[Outro: Natasha Hamilton]\nAnd if you come to me\nYou know I'll make it right ",0 -1708,Arab_Strap___Who_Named_The_Days,sad,"""Who Named the Days? I never slam the door these days\nThen again, i'm never here\nAnd you know where to find me\nWith my oldest friend I hold so dear\n\nWho named the days?\nWho named this mess?\nI don't care what she says\nI need to get out less\n\nMe and him go back a long way\nAnd his advice has always been shite\nBut he knows how to make me laugh\nI've never bothered if he's right\nWho named the days?\nWho named this mess?\nI don't care what she says\nI need to get out less\n\nBut sometimes when I'm with him\nI just stop being me\nAnd he knows, on my own, I could never be\nThe man he's always wanted me to be\n\nHe makes me treat girls like shit\nHe makes me lie to them and use them\nI think he loves to watch me playing games\nAnd he loves to watch me lose them",1 -2642,Beck___Beautiful_Way,happy,"""Beautiful Way [Verse 1]\nSearchlights on the skyline\nJust looking for a friend\nWho's going to love my baby\nWhen she's gone around the bend?\nEgyptian bells are ringing\nWhen it's her birthday\nSweet nothing I'm talking about you\nThere's a hurricane blowing your way\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart\n[Post-Chorus 1]\nThere's someone calling your name\nIt's driving you insane\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou were wearing that stained raincoat\nAnd your umbrella was a tangled mess\nYou were washed up on the glittering shoals\nLooking for another crime to confess\nYou bribed yourself out of a place in the sun\nBut you had some change to spare\nSo you said you want to spend it on me\nAnd shook the blues out of your hair\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart\n\n[Post-Chorus 2]\nThere's someone calling your name\nYou're going to miss that train\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart\nSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249 [Post-Chorus 1]\nThere's someone calling your name\nIt's driving you insane2 ",0 -3221,Björk___Come_To_Me,sad,"""Come to Me [Verse 1]\nCome to me\nI'll take care of you\nProtect you\nCalm, calm down\nYou're exhausted\nCome lie down\nYou don't have to explain\nI understand\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know that I adore you\nYou know that I love you\nSo don't make me say it\nIt would burst the bubble\nBreak the charm\n[Verse 2]\nJump off\nYour building's on fire\nAnd I'll catch you\nI'll catch you\nDestroy all that is keeping you down\nAnd then I'll nurse you\nI'll nurse you\nI'll protect you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know that I adore you\nYou know that I love you\nSo don't make me say it\nIt would burst the bubble\nBreak the charmSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 32 ",1 -3579,Blood_Red_Shoes___When_We_Wake,calm,"'When We Wake In the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nCalling out but silence\nTalking but no words\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nColours blind still nothing\nGuiding for so long\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces 2Embed', 'default'",2 -4005,Boy_Meets_Girl___Waiting_For_A_Star_To_Fall,happy,"""Waiting for a Star to Fall [Verse 1]\nI hear your name whispered on the wind\nIt's a sound that makes me cry\nI hear a song blow again and again\nThrough my mind and I don't know why\nI wish I didn't feel so strong about you\nLike happiness and love revolve around you\n\nTrying to catch your heart\nIs like trying to catch a star\nSo many people love you, baby\nThat must be what you are\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\n\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've learn to feel what I cannot see\nBut with you, I lose that vision\nI don't know how to dream your dream\nSo I'm all caught up in the superstition\nI want to reach out and pull you to me\nWho says I should let a wild one go free\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTrying to catch your heart\nIs like trying to catch a star\nBut I can't love you this much, baby\nAnd love you from this far\n [Chorus]\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\n\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nWaiting however long\nI don't like waiting I'll wait for you\nIt's so hard waiting Don't be too long\nSeems like waiting\nMakes me love you even more\n\n[Chorus]\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat's where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah ",0 -7254,Dirty_Pretty_Things___Plastic_Hearts,happy,"""Plastic Hearts You sauntered off and you said how's tricks\nYou can't mix drugs with your politics\nBut we took and talked and lost the plot\nAnd after that everything seemed fine\nAnd this just stinks of beautiful collide\nWe drag each others worlds down under the tide\nWith intoxicated hands\nCold cold hearts\nAnd well laid plans\n\nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nPile up behind you\nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\nWhy can't I move on\n\nHow do we escape\nThe grim pails of pouring rain\nGo to a foreign island or a house in Spain\nGoing: La la la la la la oh\nOh how I'd kill to go\nSo erect the girders and rivets in\nOur life our buildings and medicine\nWell we all make the same mistakes\nOur pitfalls pull us together\n\nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nPile up behind me\n\nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\n We kicked this round my bedroom floor la la la la\nHate the daylight hours but you wanted more la la la la\nBut the tide\nThe tide has drifted away\n\nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nDecisively pull us under\n\nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\nOn on on\nAnd on\nAnd on\n\nThere's friends for life and acquaintances\nThere's romance from great distances\nThere's been so many casualties\nBut I cannot wallow over these\nI know ",0 -8104,Elliott_Smith___Almost_Over,anger,"""Almost Over You think I'm unkind\nBut people aren't the way you think they are\nThey can't remember all the time\nWhat it was you wanted\n\nThey paint you out in straight silhouette\nDon't you get the picture yet?\nWhy you getting all upset?\nThe worst part's almost over\n\nThree's such a crowd\nYou ought to tell me what you tell yourself\nYou ever going to speak it aloud?\nDo I have to guess like everyone else?\nWith an iron will to walk the walk\nAnd a glass jaw that can't be moved to talk\nBlack eyes always watch the clock\nThe worst part's almost over\n\nYou let yourself be frozen by doubt\nYou think I'm mean 'cause I call you out\nYou don't know what you're about\nThe worst part's almost over now\n\nThe worst part's almost over now\nNow\nNow",3 -6844,Decoded_Feedback___Combustion,anger,"'Combustion Fuck me\nPush me\nLet me know how you feel\nGrab me\nLust for me\nLet me feel the fire\nBurning my skin\n\nUnder my skin\nOver your skin\nCombustion / energy\nA black hole chaos theory\nUnder this burning flag\nYou and me\nWill raise the flame\n\nKiss me\nFeed me\nAll that heat that you feel\nLove me\nHate me\nGive something that is real\nHit me\nHold to me\nGive me the pain that you feel\nGrab me\nLust for me\nLet me feel the fire\nBurning my skin Embed', 'default'",3 -6875,Dennis_Brown___Money_In_My_Pocket,calm,"""Money in My Pocket [Hook:]\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love\nI'm praying for a girl to be my own\n\n[Verse 1:]\nSonya said she's coming\nBut I don't believe a word she says\n‘Cause she run away and left me one rainy day\nShe made me had in mind\nThat her love would never die\nAnd now I'm alone, yeah, so alone\nSo alone, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[Hook:]\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh\n\n[Verse 2:]\nIt's hard for a man to live without a woman yeah\nAnd a woman needs a man to cling to\nYou see what love can do\nAfter making me feel blue\nAin't that a shame? Yeah, woah, baby\nAin't that a shame? Yeah\nTo make me feel blue, woah, yeah\n\n[Interlude:]\nI have got money in my pocket\nWoah yeah\n\n[Hook:]\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh\n [Verse 2:]\nIt's hard for a man to live without a woman yeah\nAnd a woman needs a man to cling to\nYou see what love can do\nAfter making me feel blue\nAin't that a shame? Yeah, woah, baby\nAin't that a shame? Yeah\nTo make me feel blue, woah, yeah\n\n[Hook:]\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can't get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh2 ",2 -1451,Annie___Hey_Annie,happy,"'Hey Annie [Chorus]\nHey Annie\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more\nHey Annie\nJump up down from the top to the floor\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more\n\n[Verse 1]\nLet the music play, I close my eyes\nYou know I feel for you\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHold my hand and tell me, ""I don\'t ever want to live without you""\nI want more, baby, I want more\nThe beat goes on and on\nI can\'t go wrong when it is just you and I\nBaby, baby, when the beat goes on\nCaught between the present and a future\nThat is left to decide\n[Refrain]\nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love\n\n[Chorus]\nHey Annie\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe time has come for me to seek the moment\nAnd to tell you the truth\nI can\'t stop, baby, I can\'t stop\nThe sound of our minds were off\nBut baby, we made it through\nDrop that bomb, baby, drop that bomb\nI can\'t believe I\'m standing here\nI\'m static, baby, can\'t even move\nI can\'t stop, baby, I can\'t stop\nI\'m looking to the future with a choice\nAnd not a second to lose\n [Refrain]\nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love\n\n[Interlude]\nHey\nHey\n\n[Refrain]\nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love\n\n[Outro]\nWill you be around? Hey Annie\nFrom this moment on Hey Annie\nBaby, come around Hey Annie\nDance with me, just dance with me\nYou know I\'ll be there Hey Annie\nShow you that I care Hey Annie\nYou know it started here Hey Annie\nDance with me, just dance with meEmbed', 'default'",0 -6481,Darren_Hayes___Strange_Relationship,sad,"""Strange Relationship Do you love me?\nOr am I just another trip?\nIn this strange relationship\nYou push and pull me again\n'Till I'm about to lose my mind\nIs this just a waste of time?\n\nKeep acting like you own me\nI keep running watch me walkin' out that door\nI hear you behind me\n[Chorus]\nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI'm already gone\n\nDo you love me? yeah....\nWe break up and back together\nAnd I swear to myself never\nBut oh how you do me yeah....\nYou strip me of my honor\nAnd I don't ever think I'm gonna\n\nBreak free of these mind games\nAll I'm tryin' to do is modify my plan\nCause I can't contain you....\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI'm already gone\n You keep acting like you own me\nLike you control me\nYou said you never really wanted me back\nWell maybe that's a fact\nMay I suggest a brand new plan of attack\nAnd in defense of that\nYou're hard to crack\nYou're way off track\nI want you back\nI want you gone\nMaybe I'm sick of holding on\n\nDo you love me? yeah...\nOr am I just another trip in this strange relationship?\n\n[Chorus]\nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI'm already gone ",1 -8418,Enya___Trains_And_Winter_Rains,sad,"""Trains and Winter Rains [Intro]\nCity streets passing by\nUnderneath stormy skies\n\n[Verse 1]\nNeon signs in the night\nRed and blue city lights\nCargo trains rolling by\nOnce again someone cries\n\n[Chorus]\nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n[Verse 2]\nEvery time it's the same\nOne more night one more train\nEverywhere empty roads\nWhere they go no-one knows\n\n[Chorus]\nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n\n[Chorus]\nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n [Chorus]\nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone ",1 -5913,Cowboy_Junkies___Something_More_Besides_You,sad,"""Something More Besides You One foot strands before the crib\nThe other by the casket\nA question formed upon stilled lips\nIs passed on but never asked\n\nI guess I believe that there's a point\nTo what we do\nBut I ask myself is there\nSomething more besides you?\n\nTwo are born to cross\nTheir paths, their lives, their hearts\nIf by chance one turns away\nAre they forever lost?\nI guess I believe that there's a point\nTo what we do\nBut I ask myself is there\nSomething more besides you?\n\nThis morning I awoke\nThe bed warm where it once was cold\nSmall blessings laid upon us\nSmall mysteries slowly unfold\n\nYet I still wonder is there a point\nTo what we do?\n'Cause I kind of doubt\nThat there is something more besides you\n\nAlthough it's hard to find the point\nTo what we do\nDo I dare believe that there is\nSomething more besides you?See Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",1 -4822,Carbon_Leaf___Let_Your_Troubles_Roll_By,sad,"""Let Your Troubles Roll By [Intro]\nLove endures, it clings away\nWhen asked to leave, it begs to stay\nLike the perfect song at imperfect times\nIt's the way the chord's struck with the rhyme\nSo let your troubles roll by\n\n[Verse 1]\nHe knows he can help himself\nHe can tell by a look at the books on his shelf\nThen someone somewhere loses a son\nBefore her own sunset is said and done\nAnd she dreams of sunflowers bent-over\nFrozen in snow and thinks Colorado\nThen lives her life back in slow motion\nTo keep in touch with that raw emotion\n\nIn the night, crushed empty can\nOlive Oyl's waiting for her man\nTo come in from the fight\nThat will change their life\nFor good this time\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nLet your troubles roll by\n\n[Verse 2]\nLike New Year's Eve, tonight's underway\nBut tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day\nBecause underneath the scars of your broken dreams\nAn undone war still wages and stings\n You fear the year will blow\nLike a breeze through a rainbow\nYou swear it's there, but you can't grab ahold\nSo you sit and cry and wonder why, why\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo many cities and windows and lives\nAnd through each one there's a soul that strives to survive\nSo pay no mind, my sorrow's fine\nThe day is alive, and that's why I cry\n\nIt's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire\nThe last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire\nYou've come far, and though you're far from the end\nYou don't mind where you are cause you know where you've been\n\n[Bridge]\nLike a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor\nLike a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore\nWith nothing of note but the old captain's coat\nAnd a burning boat you just sank with your salty\n\nTears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nLet your troubles roll by1 ",1 -2150,Augustana___Coffee_and_Cigarettes,calm,"'Coffee And Cigarettes Wake up, take your pills dear\nI know this time of year ain\'t right for you\nYou came with a sickness\nShot down back in Christmas - Kamikaze rain\nAnd I\'m sure you\'ve lost that weight again\nAnd I\'m sure the pills keeping pouring in\nLike smoke that falls, caving into you\n\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nOne night, when you woke up\nYou bled till you spoke up, ""Oh, this ain\'t pretty dear.""\nWith clocks, watch the time go\nTill spring, when the sun can finally be free\nAnd I\'m sure you\'ve lost that weight again\nAnd I\'m sure the pills keeping pouring in\nAnd I\'ll scream at night to make them go away\n\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you\n\nWe\'ll scream at night to make them go away\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you Embed', 'default'",2 -6759,Dead_Meadow___Let_It_All_Pass,calm,"'Let It All Pass Walk wide awake through gates of sleep\nSlip in sound so sweet\nTo the salt sea\nFeel that free\nWhatever has been\nWill be again\n\nEverything’s moving way too fast\nI don’t mind, let it pass\nAll things in time when nothing will last\nLord I don’t mind, let it all pass\nTo the higher heights I get lifted\nTo the left and the right I’ve drifted\nI kept with it\nNot since gods of old walked the earth\nNot since the virgin birth\nFor what it’s worth\n\nEverything’s moving way too fast\nI don’t mind, let it pass\nAll things in time when nothing will last\nLord I don’t mind, let it all pass Embed', 'default'",2 -5560,Clearlake___Here_To_Learn,calm,"""Here To Learn I don't know how can you make\nSuch a simple great mistake\nAlthough that's not strictly true\n'Cause I sometimes make one too\n\nBut if we shake things up this time\nWe getting ? never mind\nNo big concern\nYou're here to learn\n\nI don't even want to know\nJust how badly things can go\nI believe ?\nHow we somehow make it through\nBut if we screw things up this time\nGetting ? on never mind\nIt's none of your concern\nYou're here to learn\nYou're here to learn",2 -6229,DJ_Shadow___The_Number_Song,sad,"""The Number Song One, two, three, four, five\nBreakdown, baby\n\nCome on and get with it\nOne, two, three, four, hit it\nWhat is this?\nThis is the number song\nBut before I start, let's have the countdown\nOne, two, three, four\n\nListen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nWe want y'all to understand\nOne, two, three, and\n\nEight, seven, six, five\nFour, three, two\nCome on and get with it\nOne, two, three, hit it Have to go\n\nWho got the number?\nWho, who got the number?\nWho got the number?\nWho, who got the number?\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAlright\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI got the number\n\nWon't you please let me rock your mind?\nThe party, the party\nThe party's already started\nAnd it's about to end\nOne, two, three, four\nIt's Def\n\nOne, two, three, four, one, get with it\nGet with it\nGet, get\nGet with it\n Ten, nine Everybody, come on\nEight Come on, louder, seven Louder\nSix Louder ",1 -7351,Dogs_Die_In_Hot_Cars___Celebrity_Sanctum,happy,"""Celebrity Sanctum I love Lucy\nI love Lucy Liu\nYes, I love her twice as much as you\nNow, there's Jolie\nAngela Jolie\nCould you ever look as good as she?\n\nI just want someone that would come home\nWhy don't, why don't, why don't\nWhy don't you come, why don't you come home?\nNow, there's Zeta\nCatherine Zeta-Jones\nYes, her body is perfectly toned\nOo, when I meet her\nWe'll be mates, you'll see\nAnd I'll be the guy the guys want to be\n\nAnd I just want someone that would come home\nWhy don't, why don't, why don't\nWhy don't you come, why don't you come home?\nAnd just one star jump out of magazines into my arms\nI know, we took it too\nWe took it to far\n\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nYou're watching watching you watching me\nStop watching me, oh\n And I just want someone that would come home\nWhy don't, why don't, why don't\nWhy don't you come, why don't you come home?\nAnd just one star jump out of magazines into my arms\nI know, we took it too\nWe took it to far ",0 -7565,Drowning_Pool___Step_Up,anger,"""Step Up [Intro]\nOne, two, three, go!\n\n[Verse 1]\nBroken, yeah, you been living\nOn the edge of a broken dream\nNothin', yeah, that's the only thing\nYou'll ever take away from me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm never gonna stop\nI'm never gonna drop\nAin't no different than it was before\nSo, take some good advice\nYou better stop and think twice\nBefore you take your first step out that door\n[Chorus]\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down\n\n[Verse 2]\nAh... Sufferin', yeah, that's the only thing\nHere that's left for you\nNothin', yeah, that's the only thing\nYou're ever gonna fuckin' do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm never gonna stop\nI'm never gonna drop\nAin't no different than it was before\nSo, take some good advice\nYou better stop and think twice\nBefore you take your first step out that door\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, if you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down\n [Bridge]\nAnd now you've crossed that line\nYou must be out your mind\nGo!\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down\nYou're gonna get knocked down Step up\nYou're gonna get knocked down ",3 -9149,Fischerspooner___We_Need_A_War,happy,"""We Need A War We need a war\nWe need a war to show'em\nWe need a war to show'em that we can\nWe need a war to show'em that we can do it\nWhenever we say we need a war...\n\nIf they mess with us\nIf we think they might mess with us\nIf we say they might mess with us\nIf we think we need a war, we need war\nChorus\nWe need a war\nIf we think we need a war\nWe need a war\nIf we think we need a war\n\nA war to make us feel safe\nA war to make'em feel sorry\nWhoever they are...\n\nIf they mess with us\nIf we think they might mess with us\nIf we say they might mess with us\nIf we think we need a war, we need war\n\nChorus\n\nCan we do it?\nSure we can\n\nWe need a war\nWe need a war\nWe need a war",0 -8500,Erin_McCarley___Blue_Suitcase,sad,"""Blue Suitcase Oh, wise one\nIf you knew the answer, why'd you ask the question?\nOh, wise one\nIf you're such a someone\nWhy do you give nothing to anyone?\nYou wiggle your way into me time and again\nYou love to speak your mind\nBut now it's fair to say I'm not open today\nTo have my heart twisted up, oh\n\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nOh, wise man\nHow do you get high, man?\nYou must be self-absorbing\nOh, wise man, save me from your high, man\nI can't afford another of your stuck up drug\nMy confidence says 'I am worth it today', so try and change it's mind\nKiss your sweet girl away\nYou've found your fate\nNow you will know what lonely pays\n\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\n\nNa na na na na, na na na na na, na na na\nNa na na na na na, na na na na, na na na\n\nTell me, how does it feel to be so high above the clouds?\nSo tell me, how does it feel to be so high above the clouds?\n\nAnd tell me how will it feel when no one cares what you're not around?\n\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what's your wait?",1 -706,Alice_Cooper___Welcome_To_My_Nightmare,sad,"""Welcome to My Nightmare Welcome to my nightmare\nI think you're gonna like it\nI think you're gonna feel you belong\nA nocturnal vacation\nUnnecessary sedation\nYou want to feel at home cause you belong\n\nWelcome to my nightmare, whoa-whoa-oh\n\nWelcome to my breakdown\nI hope I didn't scare you\nThat's just the way we are when we come down\nWe sweat and laugh and scream here\nCause life is just a dream here\nYou know inside you feel right at home here\nWelcome to my breakdown, whoa-whoa-oh\nYou're welcome to my nightmare, yeah-yeah-ah\n\nWelcome to my nightmare\nI think you're gonna like it\nI think you're gonna feel you belong\nWe sweat and laugh and scream here\nCause life is just a dream here\nYou know inside you feel right at home here\n\nWelcome to my nightmare, ooh-ooh-ooh\nWelcome to my breakdown\n\nYeah 1 ",1 -6012,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Lookin_Out_My_Back_Door,happy,"""Lookin’ Out My Back Door [Verse 1]\nJust got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy\nGot to sit down, take a rest on the porch\nImagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singing\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearing high heels\nLook at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn\nA dinosaur Victrola, listening to Buck Owens\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door\n[Bridge 1]\nTambourines and elephants are playing in the band\nWon't you take a ride on the flying spoon?\nDoot, doo doo\nA wondrous apparition, provided by magician\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door\n\n[Guitar solo]\n\n[Bridge 2]\nTambourines and elephants are playing in the band\nWon't you take a ride on the flying spoon?\nDoot, doo doo\nBother me tomorrow, today I'll buy no sorrows\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door\n\n[Verse 3]\nForward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy\nLook at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn\nBother me tomorrow, today I'll buy no sorrows\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door 5 ",0 -9356,Foo_Fighters___Walking_After_You,calm,"""Walking after You [Verse 1]\nTonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds\nDreaming aloud\nThings just won't do without you\nMatter of fact\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I'm on your back\nI'm on your back\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I'm on your back\n[Chorus]\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more\nWeren't you adored\nI cannot be without you\nMatter of fact\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I'm on your back\nI'm on your back\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I'm on your back\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\n\n[Bridge]\nAnother heart is cracked\nIn two\nI'm on your back\n [Verse 3]\nI cannot be without you\nMatter of fact\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I'm on your back\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI'm walking after you\n\n[Outro]\nAnother heart is cracked\nIn two\nI'm on your back5 ",2 -5103,Chairlift___Evident_Utensil,happy,"'Evident Utensil [Verse 1]\nThe most evident utensil\nIs none other than a pencil\nNot a multicolored stencil\nNor a camera and crew\n\n[Chorus]\nHow hard must I try How hard must I try\nHow hard must I try for you? Must I try\nYou see me rolling in the dirt You see me rolling in the dirt\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you\n[Verse 2]\nThe most evident utensil\nIs none other than a pencil\nWrite and tell me what you want from me\nBefore my paper is through\n\n[Chorus]\nHow hard must I try How hard must I try\nHow hard must I try for you? Must I try\nYou see me rolling in the dirt You see me rolling in the dirt\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you\n\n[Chorus]\nHow hard must I try How hard must I try for you?\nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nYou see me rolling in the dirt How hard must I try for you?\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you Try for you, must I try for you?\n\n[Outro]\nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nFor you\nFor you 1Embed', 'default'",0 -4162,Breakfast_Club___Right_On_Track,happy,"""Right on Track Gonna make a move that knocks you over\nWatch this turn this one's gonna put you away\nBut I'm doing my very best dancing, yeah\nEvery time you're looking the other way\n\nWell, I could move out to the left for a while\nOr I could slide to the right for a while\n\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\n\nI've been trying to get your attention\nYeah, and I'm very, very close to thinking of a way\nHey, I could be big and tough and other funny stuff, yeah\nBut you just keep looking the other way\n\nI could move out to the left for a while\nOr I could slide to the right for a while\n\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\n\nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\n\nHow far away can you go and still dancing with me?\nWould you mind staying in the vicinity\nI've not been faring badly\nBut I would gladly take you back!\n\nRight on track, ooohooohooohooo\nGet you back\nRight on track\n There must be some kind of bad connection\nBecause this music does not sound the way it did\nI got to get up and back 'cause I've been off track\nAnd that may be just why you disappeared\n\nBut now I've got you in the corner of my eye\nAnd I've got one more move I can try\n\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nYeah, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\n\nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\n\nMmm, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\n\nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\n\nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\n\nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? ",0 -385,Adele___First_Love_album,calm,"""Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that's why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we're shooting for!\n\n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don't You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won't Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I'll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can't Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",2 -5496,City_And_Colour___What_Makes_A_Man,sad,"""What Makes a Man? I can hear my train comin'\nIt's a lonesome and distant cry\nI can hear my train comin'\nNow I'm runnin' for my life\nWhat makes a man walk away from his mind?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\n\nI can feel the wind blowin'\nIt's sending shivers down my spine\nI can feel the wind blowin'\nIt shakes the trees and the power lines\nWhat makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh\n\nI can see the sun settin'\nIt's casting shadows on the sea\nI can see the sun, it's setting\nIt's getting colder, starting to freeze\nWhat makes a man want to break a heart with ease?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\n\nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh\n\nWell I can hear my train comin'\nLooks like time is not on my side\nWell I can hear my train comin'\nI'm still runnin' for my life\nWhat makes a man pray, when he's about to die?\nI think I know\nI think I might knowSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 4 ",1 -3829,Bobby_Vinton___Do_You_Hear_What_I_Hear,happy,"'Do You Hear What I Hear Do you hear what I hear?\nSaid the night wind to the little lamb\nDo you see what I see? do you see what I see?\nWay up in the sky, little lamb\nDo you see what I see? do you see what I see?\nA star, a star dancing in the night\nWith a tail as big as a kite\nWith a tail as big as a kite\nSaid the little lamb to the shepherd boy\nDo you hear what I hear? do you hear what I hear?\nRinging through the sky, shepherd boy\nDo you hear what I hear? do you hear what I hear?\nA song, a song high above the tree\nWith a voice as big as the sea\nWith a voice as big as the sea\nSaid the shepherd boy to the mighty king\nDo you know what I know? do you know what I know?\nIn your palace warm, mighty king\nDo you know what I know? do you know what I know?\nA Child, a Child shivers in the cold\nLet us bring Him silver and gold\nLet us bring Him silver and gold\nSaid the king to the people everywhere\nListen to what I say\nPray for peace, people everywhere!\nListen to what I say\nThe Child, the Child sleeping in the night\nHe will bring us goodness and light\nHe will bring us goodness and light Embed', 'default'",0 -4280,Bright_Eyes___If_The_Brakeman_Turns_My_Way,happy,"""If the Brakeman Turns My Way When panic grips your body and your heart's a hummingbird\nRaven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse\nAll your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse\nEvery reassurance just magnifies the doubt\nBetter find yourself a place to level out\nGot a cricket for a conscience, always looks the other way\nA cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret\nHey where have all the dancers gone now that music doesn't play?\nTried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth\nBetter take a little time to level out\nI never thought of running\nMy feet just led the way\n\nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nCars are switched out in the crazy rain\nI could meet you any place\nIf the brakeman turns my way\nAll this automatic writing, I have tried to understand\nFrom a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand\nIt's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan\nSo I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south\nGonna find myself somewhere to level out\n\nAre your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry middlemen?\nNever peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens\nAll this death must need a counterweight, always someone born again\nFirst a mother bathes her child, then the other way around\nThe scales always find a way to level out\nI tried to pass for nothing\nBut my dreams gave me away\n\nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nPeople snuffed out in the brutal rain\nI could live to any age\nIf the brakeman turns my way\n It's an old world it's hard to remember\nLike a dime store mystery\nI'm a repeat first time offender\nWho has rewritten history\n\nMixed up tea leaves, phantom pain\nFuzzy logic in the crazy rain\nGetting better every day\nIf the brakeman turns my way\n\nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nCars are switched out in the blinding rain\nHe'll be smiling as he seals my fate\nWhen the brakeman turns my way1 ",0 -8990,Ferras___Hollywoods_Not_America,sad,"""Hollywood’s Not America [Verse 1]\nBorn Helena Jane\nWith a restless soul\nShe moved west to California\nBecame a centerfold\nBut once you change your name\nWell the pieces fall\nNow she hardly recognizes, her\nHerself at all\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd there's never any rain\nWhen you want it\nA hollow little game\nAnd you've won it\nLooking for a thrill\nBut you've done it all\n[Chorus]\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\nOh yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd everybody here's\nFrom somewhere else\nYou can make a million dollars\nWell, you might lose yourself\nAnd you can take the heat\nWill your heart grow cold?\nThey say acting's just pretending, and\nBut even that gets old\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there's never any rain\nWhen you want it\nA hollow little game\nAnd you've won it\nLooking for a thrill\nBut you've done it all\n [Chorus]\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I know I know\nWhat you're doing What you're doing\nI know that you\nYou can be anything you want to be\n\n[Chorus]\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nAnd go home\nRemember, Hollywood's not America\n[Outro]\nHollywood's not America\nIt's not America ",1 -729,Alice_In_Chains___Over_Now,sad,"'Over Now [Taps Plays...]\n""Good night...""\n\n[Verse 1: Jerry Cantrell]\nYeah, it\'s over now\nBut I can breathe somehow\nWhen it\'s all worn out\nI\'d rather go without\n\n[Chorus 1: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could you stand right there\nLook me straight in the eye and say that it\'s over now?\n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\n\n[Verse 2: Jerry Cantrell]\nWell, it\'s over now\nYet I can see somehow\nWhen it\'s all gone wrong\nIt\'s hard to be so strong\n\n[Chorus 1: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could you stand right there\nLook me straight in the eye and say that it\'s over now?\n\n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime\n\n[Bridge: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime\n\n[Verse 3: Jerry Cantrell]\nGuess it\'s over now\nI seem alive somehow\nWhen it\'s out of sight\nJust wait and do your time\n [Chorus 2: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could I stand right up\nLook myself in the eye and say that it\'s over now?\n\n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime\n\n[Outro: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime3Embed', 'default'",1 -1261,Andrew_Bird___Simple_X,calm,"""Simple X [Verse 1]\nSome people wake up on Monday mornings\nBarring maelstroms and red flare warnings\nWith no explosions and no surprises\nPerform a series of exercises\n\n[Bridge]\nHold your fire\nTake your place around an open fire\n\n[Chorus]\nBefore your neurons declare a crisis\nBefore your trace Serotonin rises\nBefore you're reading your coffee grounds\nAnd before a pundit could make a sound\nAnd before you're reading your list of vices\nPerform the simplest exercises\n[Verse 2]\nSo here we are at the end, the war is over\nThere's nothing left to defend, no cliffs of Dover\nSo let us put down our pens and this concludes our test\nOur minds are scattered about from hell to breakfast\n\n[Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",2 -5069,Celtic_Frost___A_Dying_God_Coming_Into_Human_Flesh,sad,"'A Dying God Coming into Human Flesh [Verse 1: Ain]\nAll is cold and frozen\nFrozen the sea, frozen the sky\nFrozen is death, but I cannot die\nCannot die\n\n[Verse 2: Ain]\nAs the snow falls to cover this all\nAnd all is cold\nAnd cold, cold is all\nAll is cold, cold, cold is all\n[Pre-Chorus: Ain]\nCold\nFrozen\nFrozen is heaven and frozen is hell\nAnd I am dying in this living human shell\n\n[Chorus: Ain]\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God\n\n[Verse 3: Ain]\nFrozen my heart\nFrozen my soul\nFrozen my love\n\n[Outro: Fischer]\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh Embed', 'default'",1 -8643,Eve_6___Jet_Pack,calm,"""Jet Pack You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou're the one using me as a muse\nYou're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go\n\nIt's you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she's so ready\nYou're already on your way to the door\nYou're at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks, she's perfect\nYou sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave\nEveryone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and run\nYou call me up\nYou're the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou're the one using me as a muse\nYou're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go\n\nSo the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritual\nA habitual nervous reaction\nHey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on\nInside your cluttered head\n\nYou're the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou're the one using me as a muse\nYou're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go\n\nWhat the hell are you talking about is that what you would say\nIf I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away\nJust a curious question to think about\n\nIf it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want to be ready to go\nWould you want to take the lights down low\n\nYou're the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou're the one using me as a muse\nYou're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go\n\nHey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on\nHey it's just me, set yourself free",2 -6938,Destinys_Child___Illusion,happy,"'Illusion [Intro: Kelly / Wyclef Jean]\nWent from a dream to the young Supreme\nHey yeah\nWhoo-ooh\n\n[Verse 1: Kelly]\nI\'m searching for a destiny that\'s mine\nThere\'s another place, another time\nTouching many hearts along the way, yeah\nHopin\' that I\'ll never have to say\n[Refrain: LaTavia]\nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé / Kelly]\nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Again-again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Oh\n\n[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nFollow your emotions everywhere\nIs there really magic in the air?\nNever let your feeling let you down\nOpen up your eyes and look around\n\n[Refrain: LaTavia]\nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Tricks on me again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Hey-ey\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Oh, again\n [Bridge: Beyoncé]\nCan it be a picture in my mind?\nI\'m, never sure exactly what I\'ll find\nOnly in my dreams I\'ll turn you on\nHere for just a moment, then you\'re gone\n\n[Refrain: LaTavia]\nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé / Kelly]\nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Again-again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in Oh yeah\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again\n\n[Verse 3: Pras]\nYeah, yo, yo, yo, hey, yo\nI don\'t write love songs\nLeave it up to Luther Vandross\nHow I choose to live\nYou don\'t wanna know the cost\nI paid to be the boss\nHear it straight from the source\nFortune 500 is how I like to gloss\nHigh side, Korneesh Style, joy ride\nBlowin\' candles in the wind like Princess Di\nGet at me, mom, tell me how you really like it\n\'Cause we could fly high, I\'ll be your co-pilot\n[Verse 4: LaTavia and Pras]\nHey, yo back to the girl with all the razzamatazz\nHey, yo, I love you, shorty\nYou talkin\' all that jazz\nBoy, I love you, but I gotta let you go\nI know you want me, but you play me like the Lotto\nUse and abusin\' so there won\'t be no friction\nI gotta leave, I can\'t be in this illusion\n\n[vocalizing]\nIt\'s just an illusion\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nEvery day in my mind is confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again\nDaze in my mind is confusion No\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again\n\n[Outro: Wyclef Jean & Beyoncé]\nAnother one from Wyclef\nAnother one from Jerry ""Wonder""\nAnother one from Dirty Cash\nDance, I say, dance, I say, ha ha\nConfusion\nRefugee Camp\nIllusion, you get in\nDestiny Child\nMe again\nWe out\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nEvery day in my mind is confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again\n\n[Sample: Wyclef Jean]\nWent from a dream to the young Supreme\nWent from a dream to the young SupremeEmbed', 'default'",0 -55,A_Fine_Frenzy___Swan_Song,sad,"""Swan Song Wretched, look at me, I've lost it, melting on the table\nIn parking lots and markets\nI can't help it, I love you like a starfish loves the salty water\nLike a selfish daughter\n\nYet I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it\n\nFoolish, how was I so careless\nPawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress\nNow my dollars are crumbled in my pocket\nHow can I reclaim it?\nWhat if someone's got it?\nWhen I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it\n\nHow could the world have turned so ugly\nI am dying\nCould you touch me again?\nTouch me again\n\nWhen I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it",1 -4841,Carly_Simon___Were_So_Close,sad,"""We’re So Close Carly Simon\n\nI've lived in all of the houses he's built\nThe one in the air\nThe one underground\nThe one on the water\nThe one in the sand\nHe says: It doesn't matter how we live\nHe says: It doesn't matter where we live\nWe're so close we can dispense with houses\nWe don't need a home at all\nIt's come to be a habit with me to dine alone\nYou're never home\nAnd the evenings end so early\nHe says: we can be close from afar\nHe says: the closest people always are\nWe're so close that in our separation\nThere's no distance at all\n\nSometimes I gout to the car\nTurn on the headlights\nIntending to leave-\nSometimes I need to hear the words\nMy imagination's not as strong as you'd believe-\nBut I've talked to you;\nYou haven't listened at all\nI've said I'm numb\nI can't even cry\nI'm stuck with acting out a part\nHe says: what do words ever reveal?\nHe says: in speaking one can be so false-\nWe're so close we have a silent language\nWe don't need words at all\n\nThere's a husky voice\nThat speaks to me in the dark\nAnd on the phone from studios\nAnd Westside bars\nThrough tunnels of long distance\nHe says: we're beyond flowers\nHe says: We're beyond compliments-\nWe're so close we can dispense with love\nWe don't need love at all",1 -1617,Antony__The_Johnsons___Crazy_In_Love,sad,"'Crazy in Love I look and stare so deep in your eyes\nI touch on you more and more every time\nWhen you leave I\'m beggin you not to go\nCall your name two or three times in a row\nSuch a funny thing for me to try to explain\nHow I\'m feeling and my pride is the one to blame\nBut I still, don\'t understand\nJust how your love can do what no on else can\n\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your touch\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me hoping you page me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you save me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love\nWhen you talk to my friends so quietly\n""Who he think he is?"" Look at what you\'ve done to me\nTennis shoes, don\'t even need to buy a new dress\nYou ain\'t here, ain\'t no one else to impress\nIt\'s just the way that you knew what I thought I knew\nIt\'s just the beat that my heart skips when I\'m with you\nBut I still don\'t understand\nJust how your love can do what no one else can\n\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your touch\n\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me hoping you page me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you save me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love\n\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin oh crazy right now, your touch\nGot me lookin oh crazy right now\nGot me hoping you save me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you page me right now\nLookin so crazy, you\'ve got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love\n Ohoh\nCrazy right now\nCrazy right now\n\nLookin\n\nLookin so crazy\n\nGot me hoping you page me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in loveEmbed', 'default'",1 -337,Adam__The_Ants___Killer_In_The_Home,happy,"""Killer in the Home I live the life that I've been left\nI leave most things unspoken\nBut deep inside Geronimo\nIs tearing me apart\n\nI've seen him in the streets\nAnd I've seen him in the pictures\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\n\nNow's the time I must digress\nFrom going through the motions\nTake my head out of its sling\nFree the warrior\nI'll fight him in my dreams\nAnd I'll fight him till he kills me\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\n\nAy yo yo ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nAy yo yo ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nAy yo yo\n\nI live the life that I've been left\nI leave most things unspoken\nBut deep inside Geronimo\nIs tearing me apart\n\nSeen him in the streets\nAnd I've seen him in the picture\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\n\nOh well, they cut you in half with a gun\nThey give you a band-aid\nYeah, they gut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid\n\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\n Oh well, they cut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid\nYeah, they gut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid\n\nKiller\nKiller\nKiller\n\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller is the home ",0 -4401,Brooks__Dunn___You_Cant_Take_The_Honky_Tonk_Out_Of_The_Girl,happy,"""You Can’t Take The Honky Tonk Out Of The Girl [Verse 1]\nConnie came back for her second cousin's wedding\nFirst time she'd been home in a year or two\nJust in time for the rehearsal dinner\nThat crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, she lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman's been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can't take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n[Verse 2]\nWell, that dinner broke up at around 11:30\nBoys went out to do what boys do\nAnd Connie said hey girls lets huddle up\nAround something 'bout a hundred proof\n\n[Chorus]\nShe lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman's been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can't take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, at nine a.m., out in front of that church\nPeople are going nuts, looking for the groom\nAnd somebody says hey Bonnie by the way where is Connie\nShe's run off with that boy to Cancun\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, she lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman's been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can't take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 [Outro]\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ",0 -6233,DJ_Shadow___Building_Steam_With_A_Grain_Of_Salt,sad,"""Building Steam With a Grain of Salt [Intro]\nProducing\n\n[George Marsh]\nFrom listening to records, I just knew what to do\nI mainly taught myself\nAnd, you know, I did pretty well\nExcept there were a few mistakes, but uh\nThat I made that, uh, I have just recently cleared up, you know\nI'd like to just continue to be able to express myself\nAs best as I can on the instrument\nYou know, I feel like I have a lot of work to do still, you know\nI'm a student of the drums\nAnd I'm also a teacher of the drums too, you know\n[Interlude]\nWhat makes cancer tenacious?\nThe moon rules the fluids\nIncluding the inner juices of human beings\nThat which assimilates and feeds the body\nSo the crab feeds his astral brain\nAssimilating and distributing all he receives slowly\nUntil it becomes a part of him\n\n[Break: Lexia]\nI can fly to the strangest lands\nStarry eyes\nBrown smiling face\n\n[Outro: George Marsh]\nAnd I would like to able to continue to let what is inside of me\nWhich is, which comes from all the music that I hear\nYou know, I'd like for that to come out\nAnd it's like, it's not really me that's coming\nThe music's coming through me\nThe music's coming through me 13 ",1 -9214,Fleetwood_Mac___Watch_Out,anger,"""Watch Out Watch out for me, woman\nAnd don't mind nobody else\nWatch out for me, woman\nAnd don't mind nobody else\nAin't got no crystal ball\nBut the future ain't hard to tell\n\nI love the woman\nI just can't stand to leave her be\nI love the woman\nI just can't stand to leave her be\nNow we got to get married\nAn' might even raise a whole family\nWatch out for me, woman, an'\nAnd don't mind nobody else\nWatch out for me, woman\nAnd don't mind nobody else\nAin't got no crystal ball\nBut the future - ain't hard to tell",3 -3387,Black_Strobe___Im_A_Man,happy,"""I’m a Man Now, when I was a little boy\nAt the age of five\nI had somethin' in my pocket\nKeeps a lot of folks alive\n\nNow I'm a man\nTurnin' twenty-one\nYou know, baby\nWe can have a lot of fun\n\nI'm a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I'm a man\n\n\nAll you pretty women\nStandin' in line\nI can make a love to you, baby\nIn an hour's time\n\n\nI'm a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I'm a man\n\n\nGoin' back down\nTo Kansas town\nTo bring back the second cousin\nLittle Johnny the Conqueroo\n\n\nI'm a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I'm a man\n \nThe line I shoot\nWill never miss\nThe way I make love to 'em\nThey can't resist\n\n\nI'm a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I'm a man\n\nWoah, I'm a man ",0 -5055,Catherine_Wheel___Receive,anger,"""Receive Shiny silver Jubilee\nWhen I destroy what I receive\nIt's good to see you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy\nIt's good to know the reason\nThe reasons\n\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI deny myself\nI know I know I know\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI want to receive\nWhat's the reason, what's the use\nWhen I don't want to look like you\nIt's good to sea you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy\nIt's one of many reasons\nReasons\n\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI deny myself\nI know I know I know\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nEasy to believe\n\nGrow my hair\nLong and strange\nI'll be a walking mountain range\n\nIt's good to see you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy\n\n'Cos now I know the reasons\nThe reasons\nI destroy myself",3 -6657,David_Sylvian___The_Healing_Place,calm,"'The Healing Place ""That has to be the age of overcoming\nThe systems which are, which are on the\nWhich are on this side and\nWhich are on the run to destroy\nHumankind\'s nation\nHumankind\'s inwardness\nHumankind\'s ability\nWhat for me is a true capital\nAnd which as a side effect\nLast not least destroys nature and us"" Embed', 'default'",2 -371,Adam_Lambert___Soaked,sad,"""Soaked [Chorus 1]\nSoaked to the bone\nAnd sink like a stone\nWalk home alone\nIt's not the first time\nIt's not the worst crime\nYour soul will be ok\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd you've had enough\nSearchin' for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new\n[Verse 1]\nBurned by your dreams\nIt's never how it seems\nCold crushed esteem\nTake shelter and hide forever\nYour soul will be ok\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd you've had enough\nSearching for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new\nAnd you've had enough\nSearching for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new\n\n[Chorus 1]\nSoaked to the bone\nAnd sink like a stone\nWalk home alone\nIt's not the first time\nIt's not the worst crime\nOur souls will be ok",1 -155,AFI___Girls_Not_Grey,happy,"""Girl’s Not Grey [Verse 1]\nI'll lay me down tonight\nMuch further down\nSwim in the calm tonight\nThis art does drown\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased\nWhat follows\n[Verse 2]\nAll insects sing tonight\nThe coldest sound\nI'd send God's grace tonight\nCould it be found?\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased\n\n[Bridge]\nI'll lay me down tonight\nMuch further down\nWatch stars go out tonight\nOn sinking ground\n\nI'll lay me down, I'll lay me down\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 [Outro]\nWhat follows will swallow whole\nWhat follows will swallow whole ",0 -6624,David_Gray___Alibi_Album_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -7522,Dream_Theater___Solitary_Shell,happy,"""Solitary Shell [Verse 1]\nHe seemed no different from the rest\nJust a healthy normal boy\nHis mama always did her best\nAnd he was daddy's pride and joy\n\nHe learned to walk and talk on time\nBut never cared much to be held\nAnd steadily he would decline\nInto his solitary shell\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAs a boy he was considered somewhat odd\nKept to himself most of the time\nHe would daydream in and out of his own world\nBut in every other way he was fine\n\n[Chorus 1]\nHe's a Monday morning lunatic\nDisturbed from time to time\nLost within himself in his solitary shell\nA temporary catatonic madman on occasion\nWhen will he break out of his solitary shell?\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe struggled to get through his day\nHe was helplessly behind\nHe poured himself onto the page\nWriting for hours at a time\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAs a man he was a danger to himself\nFearful and sad most of the time\nHe was drifting in and out of sanity\nBut in every other way he was fine\n\n[Chorus 2]\nHe's a Monday morning lunatic\nDisturbed from time to time\nLost within himself in his solitary shell\nA momentary maniac with casual delusions\nWhen will he be let out of his solitary shell?See Dream Theater LiveGet tickets as low as $47 1 ",0 -3699,Blur___It_Could_Be_You,happy,"""It Could Be You [Verse 1]\nCh-Ch-Ch-Churchill, got his lucky number\nTomorrow there's another\nCould be me, could be you\nNo silver spoon, sticky teeth, they rot too soon\nYou've got to have the best tunes\nOr that's it, you've blown it\n\n[Chorus]\nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh\n[Verse 2]\nThe likely lads are picking up the uglies\nYesterday, they were just puppies\nBeery slurs, now life's a blur\nTelly addicts, you should see them at it\nGetting in a panic\nWill we be there, Trafalgar Square?\n\n[Chorus]\nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh\n\n[Bridge]\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nShould be me, should be you\n\n[Verse 3]\nBut don't worry if it's not your lucky number\n'Cause tomorrow there's another\nCould be you, could be me\n [Chorus]\nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh4 ",0 -8133,Elton_John___The_Bitch_Is_Back,happy,"""The Bitch Is Back [Verse 1]\nI was justified when I was five\nRaising Cain, I spit in your eye\nTimes are changing, now the poor get fat\nBut the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nEat meat on Friday, that's alright\nI even like steak on a Saturday night\nI can bitch the best at your social do's\nI get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, ooh\n[Chorus]\nI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you\nIt's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nI entertain by picking brains\nSell my soul by dropping names\nI don't like those, my God, what's that?\nOh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back oh\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you\nIt's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh\nOh\n\n[Saxophone Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you\nIt's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Outro]\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back2 ",0 -741,Alice_In_Chains___Nutshell,sad,"""Nutshell [Verse 1]\nWe chase misprinted lies\nWe face the path of time\nAnd yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle all alone\nNo one to cry to, no place to call home\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy gift of self is raped\nMy privacy is raked\nAnd yet I find, and yet I find repeating in my head\nIf I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead\n[Chorus]\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\n\n[Guitar Solo] 79 ",1 -7717,Eddie_Fisher___Im_Yours,happy,"""I’m Yours I'm yours\nHeart and soul I am yours\nCan't you see it my eyes\nCan't you hear it in my sighs\nI'm yours\n\nI'm yours\nEvery kiss says I'm yours\nTake my lips and take my arms\nI'm a victim of your charms\nI'm yours\nMy life and my love, dear\nAre yours to command\nI stand here before you\nMy heart in my hand\n\nI'm yours\nAll the world knows I'm yours\nAnd I only hope and pray\nThat someday I'll hear you say\nI'm yours\n\nMy life and my love, dear\nAre yours to command\nI stand here before you\nMy heart in my hand\n\nI'm yours\nAll the world knows I'm yours\nAnd I only hope and pray\nThat someday I'll hear you say\nI'm, yours",0 -1732,Arcade_Fire___Neighborhood_1_Tunnels,sad,"""Neighborhood #1 Tunnels [Verse 1]\nAnd if the snow buries my\nMy neighborhood\nAnd if my parents are crying\nThen I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours\nYeah, a tunnel from my window to yours\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle\nThe middle of the town\nAnd since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long\nAnd forget all we used to know\nThen our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow\n[Chorus]\nYou change all the lead, sleeping in my head\nAs the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn\n\n[Verse 3]\nThen we tried to name our babies but we forgot all the names that...\nThe names we used to know\nBut sometimes we remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms\nAnd the bedrooms of our friends\nThen we think of our parents, well, what ever happened to them?\n\n[Chorus]\nYou change all the lead, sleeping in my head to gold\nAs the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn\nIt’s the song I’ve been trying to sing\n\n[Outro]\nPurify the colors, purify my mind\nPurify the colors, purify my mind\nAnd spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 22 ",1 -9018,Fightstar___You__I,sad,"""You & I You and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\n\nPlease just let us go insane\nWe're traveling with spiders legs\nWith our heads above the waves\nThe water broke our fall\n\nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\n\nI can't carry on for long\nI start to feel the pain again\nNow the days all look the same\nI'm losing sight and hold of home\n\nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\n\nCause there will come\nA day when you'll silence\nThe crowds\n\nAnd you and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\n\nIt feels as black as the thoughts I had\nWhen the road was as dark as my fears\nJust take comfort in knowing that\nAll of this ends when I am done\n Please just let us go insane\nThere's nothing to declare but us\n\nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\n\nCause there will come\nA day when you silence\nThe crowds\n\nBecause you and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive ",1 -194,ANJA_GARBAREK___Still_Guarding_Space,sad,"""Still Guarding Space Hums of conversation\nLip goes\nOne leg crossed\nDriven back into this corner\nIs it the same when I leave\nAs when I come\nOn a higher or lower frequency\nIt means nothing to me\nWatch me turn the volume down\nIt's always cold before the last day\nStill guarding space\nSnow piled up by the road to my house\nThe one time I tried\nIt was a fine view\nThrough and across\nThen there was restlessness\nAnd in that movement\nI dressed in the light from outside",1 -6647,David_Sylvian___Let_The_Happiness_In,sad,"""Let The Happiness In [Chorus]\nI'm waiting on the empty docks\nWatching the ships come in\nI'm waiting for the agony to stop\nOh, let the happiness in\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm watching as the gulls all settle down\nUpon the empty vessels\nThe faded whites of their wedding gowns\nThe songs of hopeless selflessness\n[Verse 2]\nThe cold December Sun\nA cold that blisters\nThe hands of a working man\nWasted, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm waiting on the empty docks\nWatching the ships roll in\nI'm longing for the agony to stop\nOh, let the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, let the happiness in\nListen to the waves against the rocks\nI don't know where they've been\nI'm waiting for the skies to open up\nAnd let the happiness in\n\n[Outro]\nOh, let the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it's coming, coming on\nLet the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it's coming, coming on, coming on\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it's coming, coming on\nOh, let the happiness in\nDoo doo, doo doo doo\nOh, let the happiness in",1 -2143,Augie_March___Tulip,calm,"""Tulip Are you lit from the inside, is that why your teeth are bright?\nYou smile as the sun sets on the window, and the car fills up with light\nMake a smile tulip, don't think of me as something that's passed\nI am not written in the book, but I intend to last...\nAnd as the sun comes up you know it's really going down\nYou only framed it incorrectly, now you cannot turn it round\nIf there's enough of us here left, then we'll drive it into town\nAnd when we pass the field of tulips, then I'll put the knuckle down...\nDon't frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon't frown tulip\nYou know it's all worthwhile...\nThere were lions by the roadside, I was driving with my Father\nThrough a dream of French forests, and all was warmth and solace\nAnd all said He is with us, but always sad and serious\nStanding outside in the garden, pained and peerless...\n\nDon't frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon't frown tulip\nYou know it's all worthwhile...\nMake a smile at the end of your tether\nThis was never gonna last forever...\n\nThe woods all were peopled with daughters and sons\nThe teeming uncounted and unchosen ones\nWho don't dance anymore, they just move around in bubbles\nAnd nobody notices nobody's troubles\nNobody notices nobody's troubles...\n\nDon't frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon't frown tulip\nYou know it's all worthwhile...\nMake a smile at the end of your tether\nThis was never gonna last forever\nDon't frown tulip, don't frown tulip...",2 -2033,Athlete___Westside,happy,"""Westside All the energetic people\nThey all sparkle as they're walking\nDown the street; can't see their faces\nBut I've noticed that they seem to have\nBig hands; the stage is set\nIs there glamour, who's got my Etnies?\n\nNow you know that I can see you\nAnd you know that it is easy\nTo see me; something has been on my mind\nSomething has struck me\nKind of odd, look out for quicksand\nThere is high ground; who wants this rock scene?\nWe sing\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be\nPart of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be\nPart of the rock scene\n\nNow the time has come and yeah\nThe show, it must stay strong\nAnd are we all part of the latest craze\nOr is this how we mend our ways\nAnd I can hear the taxi calling\nTelling me we haven't left yet\n\nAs the lights go on we're out tonight\nAnd how you seem to stand out\nIn a crowd you raise the tempo\nIn the disco as you make this place\nYour own; the stage is set\nIs there glamour, I'm in this rock scene\n\nCHORUS!\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\n House on the rock\nSurely it will last forever?\nHouse on the rock\nDon't you know it's now or never?\nHouse on the rock\nSurely it will last forever?\nHouse on the rock\n\nCHORUS!\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\n\nWhen when when when whenever, rock scene! repeat ",0 -8477,Eric_Clapton___River_Of_Tears_Live,sad,"""River of Tears Live [Verse 1]\nIt's three miles to the river\nThat would carry me away\nAnd two miles to the dusty street\nThat I saw you on today\nIt's four miles to my lonely room\nWhere I will hide my face\nAnd about half a mile to the downtown bar\nThat I ran from in disgrace\n\n[Chorus]\nLord, how long have I got to keep on running?\nSeven hours, seven days or seven years?\nAll I know is since you've been gone\nFeel like I'm drowning in a river\nDrowning in a river of tears\nFeel like I'm drowning\nDrowning in a river\n[Verse 2]\nIn three more days, I'll leave this town\nAnd disappear without a trace\nA year from now, maybe settle down\nWhere no one knows my face\nBut I wish that I could hold you\nOne more time to ease the pain\nBut my time's run out and I got to go\nGot to run away again\n\n[Chorus]\nStill, I catch myself thinking\nOne day I'll find my way back here\nAnd you'll save me from drowning\nDrowning in a river Drowning\nI'm drowning in a river of tears\nDrowning in a river\nFeel like I'm drowning\nDrowning in a river\n\n[Outro]\nFeel like I'm drowning\nLord, how long must this go on?\nI'm drowning in a river of tears",1 -617,Alamo_Race_Track___Short_Leave,calm,"""Short Leave Thank you for today\nAll our past seems miles away\nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\nAnd the sky hangs heavy with rain\nBut it doesn't seem to bother you\n\nEverything's okay\n\nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\nAnd don't say I'm keeping us away\nBeen waiting around like soldiers\n\nThey will gut us to death\n\nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought we had\nTry not to forget a single moment when it's gone\n\nThank you for today\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\n\nThank you for today\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\n\nThank you for today",2 -510,Aimee_Mann___Calling_on_Mary,sad,"'Calling On Mary [Verse 1]\nI heard the sidewalk Santa say\n""Merry Christmas, merry Christmas""\nSalvation\'s coming cheap today\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\n\n[Verse 2]\nI searched the skyline for a star\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nAnd, baby, I wondered where you are\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\n[Pre-Chorus]\n\'Cause comfort\'s not possible when\nYou look past the joy to the end\n\n[Chorus]\nCalling on Mary is voluntary\nUnless you\'re alone like me\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I was young, I couldn\'t see\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nAll that my true love gave to me\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe offered sight to the blind\nBut I\'m not the miracle kind\n\n[Chorus]\nCalling on Mary is voluntary\nUnless you\'re alone like me\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 [Bridge]\nAnd to all the lost souls down below\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nWhat\'s one more drifter in the snow?\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\n\n[Outro]\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas treeEmbed', 'default'",1 -9344,Foo_Fighters___Over_And_Out,sad,"""Over and Out [Verse 1]\nRestless little one\nComfortable and warm\nLet me fall apart\nCrippled in your arms\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nChase me through the dark\nReady on your mark\nFirst to reach the stars\nWins a broken heart\nOne that broke apart\nShattered from the start\n[Chorus]\nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don't feel you anymore\n\n[Verse 2]\nCages and alarms\nKeeping us from harm\nI will be the guard\nHope to rest upon\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nCould I be the one\nTo break a will so strong\nPray it won't be long\nTill your will is gone\nEverything is done\nNothing left at all\n\n[Chorus]\nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don't feel you anymore\nAre you there\nWill you give in\nAre you there\nIf I give out\nOoh\n [Bridge]\nOver and out\nOoh\nCages and alarms\nKeeping us from harm\nI will be the guard\nHope to rest upon\nEverything is done\nNothing left at all\n\n[Chorus]\nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don't feel you anymore\nAre you there\nWill you give in\nAre you there\nIf I give out ",1 -9584,Frightened_Rabbit___Poke,sad,"""Poke [Verse 1]\nPoke at my iris\nWhy can't I cry about this?\nMaybe there is something that you know that I don't\nWe adopt brand new language\nCommunicate through pursed lips\nAnd you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces\nI might never catch a mouse\nAnd present it in my mouth\nTo make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you\nBut there's one thing we've got going\nAnd it's the only thing worth knowing\nIt's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon\nWhy won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?\nAnd we can mourn its passing\nAnd then bury it in snow\nOr should we kick its cunt in\nAnd watch as it dies from bleeding?\nIf you don't want to be with me just say and I will go\n\n[Hook]\nOoh\nOoh\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe can change our partners\nThis is a progressive dance but\nRemember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor\nWell, this has been a reel\nI've got shin-splints and a stitch from we\nBut like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in\n\nYou should look through some old photos\nI adored you in every one of those\nIf someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told\nThat we had ever clung and tied\nA navy knot with arms at night\nI'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose\n And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated\nBut I hate when I feel like this\nAnd I never hated you\n\n[Hook]\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\n\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh4 ",1 -1753,Arch_Enemy___Dehumanization,anger,"'Dehumanization [Verse 1: Angela Gossow, Christopher Amott, Both]\nThis is the age of dehumanization\nPerverted creation\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nResurrecting a dead messiah\nFor a paralyzed race\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\n\n[Chorus: Angela Gossow]\nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, ill-fated\nThe new breed, a generation to kill\n[Verse 2: Angela Gossow, Christopher Amott, Both]\nSowing the seed of suffering\nUpon these fertile hearts\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nChosen to be slaughtered\nBy the masters of manipulation\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\n\n[Chorus: Angela Gossow]\nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, Ill-fated\nThe new breed, parasites, a generation to kill\n\n[Bridge: Angela Gossow]\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\n\n[Chorus: Angela Gossow]\nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, ill-fated\nThe new breed, parasites, a generation to kill Embed', 'default'",3 -20,10_Years___Seasons_To_Cycles,sad,"'Seasons to Cycles How small do you want me to be\nWait in the balance, left lonely\nSo much can be said through silence\nAs hard as it seems\nAll that we need is to close to be seen\n\nOur lives\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nA billion walls for me to climb\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nTravels the very nature we live in\nSeasons to cycles children to men\nMislead, misread\nCompany or companion\nWith all of our hearts, we follow our dreams\nSlightly out of reach\n\nOur lives\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nA billion walls for me to climb\nYou build your walls for me to climb Embed', 'default'",1 -8529,Eskimo_Joe___Comfort_you,happy,"'Comfort You [Chorus]\nI will come\nCome to comfort you\nI will come\nCome to comfort you\n\n[Chorus]\nI will come\nCome to comfort you\nI will come\nCome to comfort you\n[Outro]\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming Embed', 'default'",0 -7414,Donny_Osmond___Soldier_Of_Love,happy,"""Soldier of Love So you heard that I'm a rebel\nWith a heart made of stone\nI got a restless spirit\nThat nobody can own\n\nIf a picture tells a story\nWon't you listen to mine\nI'm searching for the answer\nBut it's so hard to find\n\nYou'll see much deeper\nWhen you read between the lines\n'Cause there's a fire\nBurning in my eyes\nLike a thief in the night\nWho can't get enough\nI am willing to fight\n'Cause I'm a soldier of love\n\nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin' gets rough\nIt's a state of the heart\nWhen you're a soldier of love\nI willing to fight\n\nLove can be so heartless\nWhen you turn out the lights\nA mutual surrender\nIn the heat of the night\n\nLife's an empty picture\nWhen you're living alone\nMaybe that's the reason\nEvery heart needs a home\n\nEach time I fall down\nI get on my feet again\nI'm gonna win this battle\nIn the end\nSee Donny Osmond LiveGet tickets as low as $110 Like a thief in the night\nWho can't get enough\nI am willing to fight\n'Cause I'm a soldier of love\n\nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin' gets rough\nIt's a state of the heart\nWhen you're a soldier of love\n\nYou'll see much deeper\nWhen you read between the lines\nCause there's a fire\nBurning in my eyes\n\nLike a thief in the night\nWho can't get enough\nI am willing to fight\n'Cause I'm a soldier of love\n\nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin' gets rough\nIt's a state of the heart\nWhen you're a soldier of love\n\nShalalalalala, when the goin' gets rough\nShalalalalala, I'm a soldier of love\nShalalalalala, when the goin' gets rough\nShalalalalala, a soldier for your love\nLike a thief in the night\nWho can't get enough\nI am willing to fight\n'Cause I'm a soldier of love\n\nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin' gets rough\nIt's a state of the heart\nWhen you're a soldier of love ",0 -6705,DePhazz___Online,calm,"""Online Well.\n\nGuided by the senses\nWith a licence to provide\nBits of low-life to the senseless\nYou can be Jakyll and you can be Hyde\n\nEnjoy the secret service\nAnd the messages you'll get\nEehhh, I hope you can tell by the intention\nWho's the spider in the net?\nWho's the spider in the net?\nWell you've got to meet me online\nI've been disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime\n\nI wanna download you for a lifetime\nI wanna download you... download you for a lifetime\n\nToday they won't use nails\nJesus would not be crucified\nHe would be choked by mails\n\nWell you've got to meet me online\nI've been disconnected for a long time. disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online. online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime. download you for a lifetime\n\nWell you've got to meet me online\nI've been disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime\n\nWell you've got to meet me online. yeah\nI've been disconnected for a long time. disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime. I love to touch you offline",2 -7771,Edyta_Gorniak___Linger,calm,"""Linger Everyday I'm growing a little bit closer to you\nI find myself doing everything you ask me to do\nWe talk a little then you say you have to be gone\nBut when you leave me the memory hangs on and on\n\nWhy don't you linger a little bit longer\nWon't you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer now feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer\nA little bit longer\nI can see you thinking about what your love means to me\nI can sense the feeling that nobody else ever sees\nYou're always in a rush how I wish you'd take a little time\nWhy run when one kiss could make you mine all mine\n\nWhy don't you linger a little bit longer\nWon't you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer\n\nBreaks me up every time that you go away\nWouldn't it be simpler all round if you were to stay yeah\n\nLinger a little bit longer\nWon't you linger just a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer\nWon't you linger a little bit longer... move in closer\nFeel my love grow stronger\nLinger. A little bit longer\nWhy don't you linger a little bit longer\nWon't you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger...",2 -4281,Bright_Eyes___Method_Acting,sad,"""Method Acting [Pre-roll samples]\nI, basically, woke up and---\nThe oldest story...\nIt was sun---\nHow long will it take to get to my voice?\nWell I, I took history class and I---\n[What's a pretty old standard??]\nAmazing grace, how sweet---\n...Saturday and that's why the...\nI realized that I like what it is...\n...saved a wretch like---\n[Verse 1]\nThere is no beginning to the story\nA bookshelf sinks into the sand\nAnd a language learned and forgot, in turn\nIs studied once again\nIt's a shocking bit of footage\nViewed from a shitty TV screen\nYou can squint at it through snowy static\nTo make out the meaning\nAnd keep on stretching the antenna\nHoping that it will come clear\nWe need some reception, a higher message\nJust tell us what to fear\n\n[Refrain 1]\nCause I don't know what tomorrow brings\nIt's alive with such possibilities\nAll I know is I feel better when I sing\nBurdens are lifted from me, that's my voice rising\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo Michael, please keep the tape rolling\nBoys keep strumming those guitars\nWe need a record of our failures\nYes, we must document our love\nI've sat too long in my silence\nHave grown too old in my pain\nTo shed this skin, be born again\nIt starts with an ending\n [Refrain 2]\nSo thank you friends for the time we shared\nMy love stays with you like sunlight and air\nOh I truly wish I could keep hanging around here\nMy joy is covering me, soon I will disappear\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's not a movie, no private screening\nThis method acting, well, I call that living, yeah\nIt's like a fountain, a door has been opened\nWe have a problem with no solution\nBut to love and to be loved\n\n[Refrain 3]\nSo, I've made peace with the falling leaves\nI see their same fate in my own body\nBut I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dream\nAnd returned to that which gave birth to me\n\n[Outro]\nGave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me\nAnd the story, and the story goes\nAnd it goes on and on and on and on\nIt's going on and on and on and on x6 ",1 -9519,Freda_Payne___Band_Of_Gold,happy,"""Band of Gold [Intro]\n\n[Chorus]\nNow that you're gone\nAll that's left is a band of gold\nAll that's left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the memories of what love could be\nIf you were still here with me\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou took me from the shelter of my Mother\nI had never known or love any other\nWe kissed after taking vows\nBut that night of the honeymoon\nWe stayed in separate rooms\n[Verse 2]\nI'd wait in the darkness of my lonely room\nFilled with sadness, filled with gloom\nHoping soon\nThat you'd walk back through that door\nAnd love me like you tried before\n\n[Chorus]\nSince you've been gone\nAll that's left is a band of gold\nAll that's left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the dream of what love could be\nIf you were just here, here with me\n\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Bridge]\nOhhhhhhhhh...\n\n[Verse 2 Reprise]\nDoncha know that I wait in the darkness of my lonely room\nFilled with sadness, filled with gloom\nHoping soon that you'd walk back through that door\nAnd love me like you tried before\n [Chorus]\nSince you've been gone\nAll that's left is a band of gold\nAll that's left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the dream of what love could be\nIf you were still here with me\nSince you've been gone\nAll that's left is a band of gold... ",0 -5765,Commodores___Brick_House,happy,"""Brick House [Intro]\nUh\nMmm, mmm, mmm\n\n[Chorus]\nOw, she's a brick house\nShe's mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out\nAh, she's a brick house\nI like ladies stacked and that's a fact\nAin't holding nothing back\nOw, she's a brick house\nWell put together, everybody knows\nThis is how the story goes\n[Verse 1]\nShe knows she's got everything\nMmm, that a woman needs to get a man, yeah, yeah\nHow can she lose with the stuff she use?\n36-24-36, ow, what a winning hand\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause she's a brick house\nShe's mighty mighty, a-just letting it all hang out\nAh, she's a brick house\nOw, like ladies stacked and that's a fact\nAin't holding nothing back\nOh, she's a brick house\nYeah, she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon\n\n[Verse 2]\nMmm, the clothes she wear, her sexy ways\nMake a old man wish for younger days, yeah, yeah\nShe knows she's built and knows how to please\nSure 'nough to knock a strong man to his knees\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause she's a brick house\nYeah, she's mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out\nA brick house\nI like ladies stacked and that's a fact\nAin't holding nothing back, yow\nSee Commodores LiveGet tickets as low as $59 [Refrain]\nShaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka gah gah gah\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka, ow!\n\n[Chorus]\nBrick house\nYeah, she's mighty mighty, a-just letting it all hang out\nOw, a brick house\nYeah, she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon, yeah\n\n[Refrain]\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka, shake it\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah gah, shake it\n[Outro]\nOw, a brick house6 ",0 -2650,Bedouin_Soundclash___Jeb_Rand,calm,"""Jeb Rand Jeb Rand, running from bullets of his past\nJumping, from rock to rock, just out of grasp\nOrphan boy, coming from ships across the sea\nMemory is what you know not what you see\n\nSo please understand…\n\nJeb Rand, you're a wanted man\nShot down by your brother's hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won't stop till you can, understand\nJeb Rand, fighting time, with all his might\nA desert wind, blows ten thousand cans\nBlazing in the night\n\nSo please understand…\n\nJeb Rand, you're a wanted man\nShot down by your brother's hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won't stop till you can, understand…stand, understand…stand\n\nSo please understand…\n\nJeb Rand, you're a wanted man\nShot down by your brother's hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won't stop till you can, understand",2 -6864,Demon_Hunter___Fire_To_My_Soul,anger,"""Fire to My Soul [Verse 1]\nWe flow with bitter words that file sharp our teeth\nAnd we bite off our own tounges\nWe trample any trace of your divinity's hope\nAnd when you beg for us to open up and let you in\nThen we'll cut you out instead\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou promised you'd give us your word\nWe never believed it was true\nAnd we pretend that we never heard\nCause we still don't believe in you\n[Chorus]\nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe built a wall to keep you out\nIgnoring every word\nAnd we saw your face behind our tounges\nApathetic to what we'd heard\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou promised you'd give us your word\nWe never believed it was true\nAnd we pretend that we never heard\nCause we still don't believe in you\n\n[Chorus]\nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life\n\n[Bridge]\nWhy does it falter? We built it all ourselves\nWhy does it hurt so bad, forsaking all this help?\nWhy are we choking on pills designed to heal?\nWe threw our hearts away cuz we're too afraid, too afraid to feel\n [Chorus]\nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life ",3 -5408,Christina_Aguilera___Thank_You_Dedication_To_Fans,happy,"""Thank You Dedication to Fans... [Intro]\nI feel like I've been locked up\nOh, oh, oh\nMy body's sayin' 'let's go'\nOh, oh, oh\nC'mon, c'mon\nOh, oh, oh\nBaby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby\nOh, oh, oh\nI grant you three wishes 'cause I'll be the genie\nChristina Aguilera\nOh, oh, oh\n[Verse 1]\nIt seems like a lifetime\nSince I felt like a prisoner of my dreams, yeah\nIt took such a long time\nFor me to realize just how to be\nAnd to listen to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't go thinking I'm not thankful\n'Cause me, I've got my hands full of good things, ooh\nAnd I hope I can give back a little bit of what you've given me\nI absolutely love your music\nYou inspire me to keep on living\nSo what you gotta say?\n\n[Chorus]\nSo thank you for standing right by me I will always love you\nSo thank you for being behind me you are just so amazing\nAnd watching me grow and lettin' others know\nThat you still believe in what I'll be\n\n[Spoken]\nHey Christina, this is Samantha Silvers\nMy name is Mike Holeman. My name is Shikara Franklin. My name is Gustavo Medina. My name is Sarah Moore. Cammy Simpson. My name is Cory Seal. My name's Jessica Cavanaugh .I just wanted to let you know that you are truly one of the best artist's that I've ever come across. You've taught me to not care about what other people think. You deeply affected me and helped me to deal with and overcome some incidents from my past that I was never able to fix before. Tu musica me ha inspirado a ser mas fuerte. My name is Carlos Valenzuela. There was a time in my life when I wanted to commit suicide. Your music, uh, helped me get through the rough times. On the Stripped album, my favorite song is 'Walk Away'. It helped me get over a lot stuff with my ex-boyfriend. Your music is so inspiring. I was employed in Iraq during the war. I was 82nd airborne division and your voice is just so inspiring and so moving\nIt kept a lot of us going. Keep inspiring people, 'cause you're doing a great job. This is Shane Burrows you're a classy honest woman, both naughty and nice. Ravishing, seductive and sexy. Christina, thank you so much, please never stop. Ha\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 [Verse 3]\nSome people have said things in times\nAbout me that weren't always true\nOoh, yeah\nBut you've always been there\nTo give that extra love to pull me through\nTo do what I gotta do\n\n[Verse 4]\n'Cause there'll always be those ups and downs\nBut you always seemed to stick around\nAnd see me through to believe, yeah\nAnd I hope I can keep back\nA little bit of what you've given me\nYa give me all that I need, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nSo thank you for standing right by me I thank you for everything\nSo thank you for being behind me thank you Christina\nAnd watching me grow and lettin' others know\nThat you still believe in what I'll be\nSing it, girl\n\n[Verse 5]\nIt took a while 'till I could do what I wanted\nAnd now I'm so happy that I started where I started\nI'm thankin' God that I can be in a position\nTo do my own thing now and make my own decisions\nAnd so I'm thanking you for being true\nAnd standin' by me through and through\n[Outro]\nChristina, I just want to tell you you have truly brightened my life. Thank you so much. My name is Warren Gregory Keller. Your music has shown me that life isn't all about judging people or being judged. This is Shauna Wile. Thank you Christina for everything you've done for me and all your fans. Christina, I love you girl, rock on. My name is Durant Thirsty. Christina, I'm inspired every time I hear your voice. Every note I've heard you sing. Every lyric you've written. The way you command the stage. You are a true artist\nMy name is Antoinette. It's so very hard to find a woman my same age with your strength and being so strong and able to stand on your two feet. Um, no matter what, thank you for being my motivation in that way. My name is John I'm a huge, huge fan\nAnd I cannot wait to see what is coming next1 ",0 -5616,Cocoon___Tell_me,sad,"""Tell Me Tell me what they said when they found out that I've lost you\n\nTell me that you feel better when I say it scares me too\n\nI'm not a friend of yours anymore\n\nI'm not a friend of yours anymore\n\nTell me every bent\n\nTell me all of the dances I never know\nTell me every fence\n\nTell me all the gaves you never show\n\nI'm not a friend of yours anymore\n\nI'm not a friend of yours anymore\n\nRefrain:\n\nAnd tonight\n\nI hate birds\n\nI hate birds\n\nI hate birds\n\nI hate birds x2\n\nI hate birds x3",1 -8636,Evanescence___Cloud_Nine,anger,"""Cloud Nine [Refrain]\nIf you want to live, let live\nIf you want to go, let go\nI'm not afraid to dream, to sleep, sleep forever\n\n[Verse]\nI don't need to touch the sky\nI just want to feel that high\nAnd you refuse to lift me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGuess it wasn't real after all\nGuess it wasn't real all along\n[Chorus]\nIf I fall and all is lost\nIt's where I belong\n\n[Refrain]\nIf you want to live, let live\nIf you want to go, let go\nI'm never gonna be your sweet, sweet surrender\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGuess it wasn't real after all\nGuess it wasn't real all along\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I fall and all is lost\nNo light to lead the way\nNever thought that it would end up this way\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nRemember that all alone is where I belong\n\n[Bridge]\nIn a dream\nWill you give your love to me?\nBeg my broken heart to beat\nSave my life, change my mind\n [Chorus]\nIf I fall and all is lost\nNo light to lead the way\nNever thought that it would end up this way\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nRemember that all alone is where I belong1 ",3 -3563,Blonde_Redhead___SW,sad,"""SW It's not, it's not what you give but it's what you kept\nIt's not, it's not who you kill but it's who you left\n\nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am ...\n\nIt's not, it's not how you speak but it's what you said\nIt's not, it's not what you seek but it's what you have\nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am...\n\nIt's not, it's not what it seems ... It's not what it seems\nIt's not, it's not what you leave but it's what you hold\n\nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am ...",1 -7709,Ed_Harcourt___God_Protect_Your_Soul,sad,"""God Protect Your Soul Well I hope God protects your soul\nI don't know if you should leave home alone\nMaybe you've been drinking from the Devil's bowl\nI can't express myself 'cause I'm not fully grown\n\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\n\nWell I am conscious of the way that I act\nBut I won't betray you, you can be sure of that\nI'm not a pet who does tricks at the drop of a hat\nI wish I was fiction, I wish I was fact\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\n\nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\n\nYes we feel bad in winter\nWe act a little bit strange\nThe dark sky threatens me daily\nMakes me alter and change, change, change, change\n\nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\n\nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me?",1 -8527,Eskimo_Joe___Planet_Earth,happy,"""Planet Earth Outside a marketplace on earth\nThere's a subject we all talk about\nIt's called girls and how they work\nLast night while walking in the park\nA strange kind of thought occurred to me\nSo I went to your house and told you\n\nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold\n\nOut in the stars, up in the sky\nThere's a thing that they all talk about\nIt's called the opposite and how it works\nLast night while walking past your house\nI came across a man who said to me\nIt's out in the stars, up in the sky\nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold\nThey call this place the planet earth\nWhere you just know you're not the first\n\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\nOh, It's a low, it's a low, it's so many\n\nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold\nThey call this place the planet earth\nWhere you just know you're not the first\nWhere you just know you're not the...\nWhere you just know you're not the first",0 -8071,Elliott_Smith___Baby_Britain,sad,"""Baby Britain [Verse 1]\nBaby Britain feels the best\nFloating over a sea of vodka\nSeparated from the rest\nFights problems with bigger problems\nSees the ocean fall and rise\nCounts the waves that somehow didn't hit her\nWater pouring from her eyes\nAlcoholic and very bitter\n\n[Chorus]\nFor someone half as smart\nYou'd be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can't help until you start\n[Verse 2]\nWe knocked another couple back\nThe dead soldiers lined up on the table\nStill prepared for an attack\nThey didn't know they'd been disabled\nFelt a wave, a rush of blood\nYou won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken\nYou're out swimming in the flood\nYou kept back, you kept unspoken\n\n[Chorus]\nFor someone half as smart\nYou'd be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can't help you until you start\n\n[Bridge]\nYou got a look in your eye\nWhen you're saying goodbye\nLike you wanna say hi\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe light was on but it was dim\nRevolver's been turned over\nAnd now it's ready once again\nThe radio was playing 'Crimson and Clover'\nLondon Bridge is safe and sound\nNo matter what you keep repeating\nNothing's gonna drag me down\nTo a death that's not worth cheating\n [Chorus]\nFor someone half as smart\nYou'd be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can't help until you start\n\nFor someone half as smart\nYou'd be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart ",1 -6774,Dean__Britta___I_Deserve_It,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -4179,Brenda_Lee___Rockin_Around_The_Christmas_Tree,happy,"'Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree [Verse 1]\nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nAt the Christmas party hop\nMistletoe hung where you can see\nEvery couple tries to stop\n\n[Verse 2]\nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nLet the Christmas spirit ring\nLater we\'ll have some pumpkin pie\nAnd we\'ll do some caroling\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou will get a sentimental feeling when you hear\nVoices singing, ""Let\'s be jolly\nDeck the halls with boughs of holly!""\n\n[Chorus]\nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nHave a happy holiday\nEveryone\'s dancing merrily\nIn the new old fashioned way\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou will get a sentimental feeling when you hear\nVoices singing, ""Let\'s be jolly\nDeck the halls with boughs of holly!""\n\n[Chorus]\nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nHave a happy holiday\nEveryone\'s dancing merrily\nIn the new old fashioned way 9Embed', 'default'",0 -5481,Cirque_du_Soleil___Rideau,sad,"'Rideau Juzoom juzoom bao gan mei\nFou dar Eguiun cum baun grouse in guei\nPao can judge\nCri langomam face aou to clis\nBriau to rontate for maun trouse\nOne capentar for rangue caleng zo\nNew tar cumzu chao melan croe\nForteen brisaid for a compaly cris\nTrebicanlees a funran magon sis satulan for come tros\nEpalen jus\nMegaon galan blis and blose sound magao sees\nJuzoom juzoom bao gan mei Embed', 'default'",1 -1804,Arctic_Monkeys___Cigarette_Smoker_Fiona,happy,"""Cigarette Smoker Fiona [Verse 1]\nSat at the side of the pool at one of your houses\nWith wet white trousers on\nAnd worlds collide as the evening continues\nThe dignity fucks off\nHer brother's gone off to the strippers\nTo make up for all the lost time\nShe could have been one of the bitches\nBut she's actually alright\n\n[Chorus]\nCigarette smoker\nI'm sorry, but we're all unsure how much you've had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more\n[Verse 2]\nA country home, even if we really tried\nWouldn't cease to surprise us now\nAnd I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap\nWhen are your parents back? D'you know?\nWell, I never came from no ghetto\nBut it wasn't nowhere near here\nWell-spoken girls in stilettos\nAren't something to fear\n\n[Chorus]\nCigarette smoker\nI'm sorry, but we're all unsure how much you've had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more\n\n[Instrumental break]\n\n[Chorus]\nCigarette smoker\nI'm sorry, but we're all unsure how much you've had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more\n\n[Chorus]\nCigarette smoker\nCigarette smoke doesn't hide as well as you think\nAnd you'd think that it ought to\nAct as the perfect disguiseSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 3 ",0 -1944,Ashlee_Simpson___Say_Goodbye,calm,"""Say Goodbye [Verse 1]\nYou don't know me\nLike you knew me\nYou stopped listening\nThe moment that I needed you the most\nYou can't see me\nLike you saw me\nTruth comes easy\nBut it's hard for you to pull me from the ground\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere's no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou'd still be you, and I'd still need\nTo say goodbye\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe you don't\nLove me\nLike I love you, baby\n'Cause the broken in you doesn't make me run\nThere is beauty\nIn the dark side\nI'm not frightened\nWithout it, I could never feel the sun\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere's no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou'd still be you, and I'd still need\nTo say goodbye\n\n[Bridge]\nNothing will change, no matter what you say\nI'm still gonna be the same\nThe harder we try, the harder that we fight\nCan't get it right\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere's no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou'd still be you, and I'd still need\nTo say goodbye\n [Outro]\nTo say goodbye\nSay goodbye1 ",2 -7589,Dulce_Liquido___Pissed_Off,anger,"'Pissed Off Disgrace, waiting for my calling\nThis rage will crush your life\nGive me only one reason\nSo I won´t devour you\n\nThis rage grows in the darkness\nMy hate gives me the strength\nJust dare my feelings, you´re lost\nMy other side will condemn you\n\nThis day, I´ll break your goodness\nHostility runs in my blood\nThis day, you´ll be my prey\nYou´re a victim of your own disgrace\nMy curse will be always waiting\nYou´ll become frightened in here\nEmbrace the power that blazes\nDon´t try to deny your fate\n\nThere´s evil in my eyes Embed', 'default'",3 -4807,Cara_Dillon___There_Were_Roses,sad,"""There Were Roses My song for you this evening\nIt's not to make you sad\nNor for adding to the sorrows\nOf this troubled northern land\nBut lately I've been thinking\nAnd it just won't leave my mind\nI'll tell you of two friends one time\nWho were both good friends of mine\n\nIsaac he was Protestant\nAnd Sean was Catholic born\nBut it never made a difference\nFor the friendship it was strong\nAnd sometimes in the evening\nWhen we heard the sound of drums\nWe said it won't divide us\nWe will always be as one\nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together\nIt was on a Sunday morning\nWhen the awful news came round\nAnother killing had been done\nJust outside Newry Town\nWe knew that Isaac danced up there\nWe knew he liked the band\nBut when we heard that he was dead\nWe just could not understand\n\nThe fear it filled the countryside\nThere was fear in every home\nWhen late at night a car came\nProwling round the Ryan Road\nA Catholic would be killed tonight\nTo even up the score\nOh Christ, it's young MacDonald\nThey have taken from the door\n\nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together\n Isaac was my friend he cried\nHe begged them with his tears\nBut centuries of hatred\nHave ears that do not hear\nAn eye for an eye\nIt was all that filled their minds\nAnd another eye for another eye\nTill everyone is blind\n\nNow I don't know where the moral is\nOr where this song should end\nBut I wonder just how many wars\nAre fought between good friends\nAnd those who give the orders\nAre not the ones to die\nIt's Scott and young MacDonald\nAnd the likes of you and I\n\nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together ",1 -3980,Bowling_For_Soup___Punk_Rock_101,happy,"""Punk Rock 101 [Intro]\nRock!\n\n[Verse 1]\nShe works at Hot Topic\nHis heart: microscopic\nShe thinks that it's love\nBut to him, it's sex\nHe listens to emo\nBut Fat Mike's his hero\nHis bank account's zero\nWhat comes next?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSame song; different Chorus\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet's throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe bought him a skateboard\nA rail-slide, his knee tore\nHe traded it for drums at the local pawn shop\nShe left him for staring\nAt girls and not caring\nWhen she cried 'cause she thought Bon Jovi broke up\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSame song; second Chorus\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet's throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\n [Bridge]\nDon't forget the delay\nOn the very last word\nSeven years later\nHe works as a waiter\nShe marries a trucker\nAnd he's never there\nThe story never changes\nJust the names and faces\nLike Tommy and Gina\nThey're living on a prayer\nDid you just say that again?\nI said\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet's throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\n\n[Outro]\nIt's stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet's throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\nIt's stupid, contagious same song, different chorus\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us same song, different chorus\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your rock hands same song, different chorus\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet's shoplift some sweat bandssame song, different chorus\nFor Punk Rock 101!5 ",0 -1590,Antimatter___Redemption,sad,"""Redemption I should take what's left of this for myself\nI've had the pieces stripped\nBy long hands feeding small minds\nAnd I never thought that this could come back\nI failed to do it right\nAnd took long strides into the firing line\nAnd the less I feel alive the less I feel alive\nWho lifts the sin from the man?\nFrom the corner of the ring we gave up\nThe optimist had died, leaving the black side to tow the line",1 -4506,Bubba_Sparxxx___Back_In_The_Mud,anger,"""Back in the Mud One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..\n\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]\nIt's just that country boy, city slick\nHot boy, temperament\nAdd the pony, add the flame\nEither way it's an event\nIf it's me consider it\nPardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me\nSuckers keep they distances\nFather, Kay Hey\nWhat's that they say\nHip hop redneck that's a safe place\nSay what makes you comfortable\nWith me cause I like it here\nHow about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer\nTurn it up, let it bang\nRun with me, I bet you can't\nTook too much to make it float\nNever will I let it sink\nSo we reinvented it\nBoy are we generous\nHoping that my moment pass\nI can see the end of it\n25 years of life, I was born yesterday\nLoving life, doing right, earning every breath I take\nStanding in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well\nPlaying with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH..\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]\nAh Yea, Ah Yea\nPress it up\nShip it out\nCall the pony\nRent it out\nEverything I Am today\nIs what I've really what I've been about\nAthens Georgia Resident\nNative of Lagrange though\nI don't love the Peach State, brothers say it ain't so\nNaw, Sir, In Fact it's quite the opposite\nLoving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis\nCan't forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega\nThat put them triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker\nHow can I run from, everything that made me\nKnowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly\nNow witness something truly inconceivable\nBubba International, but still he kept it regional\nTrying to make my momma proud\nRicky Lathens see me smile\nGotta make sure this next CD is the fire\nMaking sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve\nNothing short that's appropriate YEA!!!\n [Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\n\n[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]\nGet your cup, fill it up\nSoda don't appeal to us\nBut if your broke, do what you can't that alone still enough\nHelp us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch\nJust stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this\nHey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route\nLet her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out\nHave her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out\nHe always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now\nAt the end of the day, I will have no regrets\nGot it done on every front, and I ain't even focused yet\nAt the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats\nIf you dive in I'm perusing for a grudge match\nSpell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe\nWhat ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve\nEither in this life, for in the next\nWhether drinking Gin or Becks\nBubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check\n[Hook: Sleepy Brown]\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here\nThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away2 ",3 -9146,Fischerspooner___Wednesday,anger,"""Wednesday Double it\nDouble it\nDouble it\n\nI feel like I'm still there\nI feel like I'm still there\nI feel like I'm there",3 -897,All_My_Faith_Lost___The_Waves,sad,"""The Waves Now it starts all again\nThis suffering, this pain\nI'm losing power over words\nAll my thoughts are becoming frail\nI'm losing strenght from my veins\nI see the world trough water veils\n\nI feel I'm going under\nThe sound of waves is no longer\nEnding this decay flowing away\nAll your love so many times\nHeld me here by your side\nYour hands, your eyes for all these days\nA warm embrace whenever I cried\n\nCrystal winged words falling dead\nCollapsing the sense of whatever I said",1 -4228,Brian_Eno___Just_Another_Day_Album_Version,calm,"'Giant Dreams Midget Abilities 3. Giant Dreams Midget Abilities\n\n""WHEN YOU\'RE PLAYING YOUR GUITAR, MAKE BELIEVE YOU\'RE PLAYING AN ACTUAL WOMAN,"" MISTER MANCINI TOLD ME. ""GRAB HER BY THE NECK AND MAKE HER HOLLER.""\n\nMy father loves jazz and has an extensive collection of records and reel-to-reel tapes he used to enjoy after returning home from work. He might have entered the house in a foul mood, but once he had his Dexter Gordon and a vodka martini, the stress melted away and everything was ""Beautiful, baby, just beautiful."" The instant the needle hit that record, he\'d loosen his tie and become something other than the conservative engineer with a pocketful of IBM pencils embossed with the command think.\n\n""Man, oh man, will you get a load of the chops on this guy? I saw him once at the Blue Note, and I mean to tell you that he blew me right out of my chair! A talent like that comes along only once in a lifetime. The guy was an absolute comet, and there I was in the front row. Can you imagine that?""\n\n""Gee,"" I\'d say. ""I bet that was really interesting.""\n\nEmpathy was the wrong tack, as it seemed only to irritate him.\n""You don\'t know the half of it,"" my father would say. "" \'Really interesting\' my butt. You haven\'t got a clue. You could have taken a hatchet and cut the man\'s lips right off his face, chopped them off at the quick, and he still would have played better than anyone else out there. That\'s how good he was.""\n\nBecause it was the music we\'d grown up with, I liked to think that my sisters and I had a genuine appreciation for jazz. We preferred it over the music our friends were listening to, yet nothing we did or said could convince him of our devotion. Aside from replaying the tune on your own instrument, how could you prove you were really listening? It was as if he expected us to change color at the end of each selection.\n\nDue to his ear and his almost maniacal sense of discipline, I always thought my father would have made an excellent musician. He might have studied the saxophone had he not been born to immigrant parents who considered even pot holders to be an extravagance. They themselves listened only to Greek music, an oxymoron as far as the rest of the world is concerned. Slam its tail in the door of a milk truck and a stray cat could easily yowl out a single certain to top the charts back in Sparta or ThessalonÃ\xadki. Jazz was my father\'s only form of rebellion. It was forbidden in his home, and he appreciated it as though it were his own private discovery. As a young man, he hid his 78\'s under the sofa bed and regularly snuck off to New York City, where he\'d haunt the clubs and consort with goateed hipsters. It was a good life while it lasted. He was in his early forties when the company transferred our family to North Carolina.\n\n""You expect me to live where?"" he\'d asked.\n\nThe Raleigh winters agreed with him, but he would\'ve gladly traded the temperate climate for a decent radio station. Since he was limited to his record and tape collection, it became his dream that his family might fill the void by someday forming a jazz combo.\n\nHis plan took shape the evening he escorted my sisters Lisa and Gretchen and me to the local state university to see Dave Brubeck, who was then touring with his sons. The audience roared when the quartet took the stage, and I leaned back and shut my eyes, pretending the applause was for me. In order to get that kind of attention, you needed a routine that would knock people\'s socks off. I\'d been working on something in private and now began to imagine bringing it to a larger audience. The act consisted of me dressed in a nice shirt and tie and singing a medley of commercial jingles in the voice of Billie Holiday, who was one of my father\'s favorite singers. For my Raleigh concert, I\'d probably open with the number used to promote the town\'s oldest shopping center. A quick nod to my accompanist, and I\'d launch into ""The Excitement of Cameron Village Will Carry You Away."" The beauty of my rendition was that it captured both the joy and the sorrow of a visit to Ellisburg\'s or JCPenney. This would be followed by such crowd pleasers as ""Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should"" and the catchy new Coke commercial, ""I\'d Like to Teach the World to Sing.""\n\nI was lost in my fantasy, ignoring Dave Brubeck and coming up for air only when my father elbowed my ribs to ask, ""Are you listening to this? These cats are burning the paint right off the walls!"" The other audience members sat calmly, as if in church, while my father snapped his fingers and bobbed his head low against his chest. People pointed, and when we begged him to sit up and act normal, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted out a request for ""Blue Rondo a La Turk.""\n\nDriving home from the concert that night, he drummed his palms against the steering wheel, saying, ""Did you hear that? The guy just gets better every day! He\'s up there onstage with his kids by his side--the whole lot of them jamming up a storm. Christ almighty, what I wouldn\'t give for a family like that. You guys should think of putting an act together.""\n\nMy sister Lisa coughed up a mouthful of grapefruit soda.\n\n""No, I mean it,"" my father said. ""All you need are some lessons and instruments and I swear to God you\'d go right through the roof."" We hoped this was just another of his five-minute ideas, but by the time we reached the house his eyes were still glowing. ""That\'s exactly what you need to do,"" he said. ""I don\'t know why I didn\'t think of it sooner.""\n\nThe following afternoon, he bought a baby grand piano. It was a used model that still managed to look imposing, even when positioned on a linoleum floor. We took turns stabbing at the keys, but as soon as the novelty wore off we bolstered it with sofa cushions and turned it into a fort. The piano sat neglected in the traditional sense until my father signed Gretchen up for a series of lessons. Lisa was assigned the flute, and I returned home from a scout meeting one evening to find my instrument leaning against the aquarium in my bedroom.\n\n""Hold on to your hat,"" my father said, ""because here\'s that guitar you always wanted.""\n\nSurely he had me confused with someone else. While I had regularly petitioned for a brand-name vacuum cleaner, I\'d never said anything about wanting a guitar. Nothing about it appealed to me, not even on an aesthetic level. I had my room arranged just so, and the instrument did not fit in with my nautical theme. An anchor, yes. A guitar, no. He wanted me to jam, so I jammed it in my closet, where it remained until he signed me up for a series of private lessons offered at a music shop located on the ground floor of the recently opened North Hills Mall. I fought it as best I could and feigned illness even as he dropped me off for my first appointment.\n""But I\'m sick,"" I yelled, watching him pull out of the parking lot. ""I have a virus, and besides that, I don\'t want to play a musical instrument--don\'t you know anything?""\n\nWhen it finally sank in that he wasn\'t coming back, I lugged my guitar into the music store, where the manager led me to my teacher, a perfectly formed midget named Mister Mancini. I was twelve years old at the time, small for my age, and it was startling to find myself locked in a windowless room with a man who barely reached my chest. It seemed wrong that I would be taller than my teacher, but I kept this observation to myself, saying only, ""My father told me to come here. It was all his idea.""\n\nA fastidious dresser stuck in a small, unfashionable town, Mister Mancini wore clothing I recognized from the young-squires department of Hudson Belk. Some nights he favored button-up shirts with clip-on ties, while other evenings I arrived to find him dressed in flared slacks and snug turtleneck sweaters, a swag of love beads hanging from his neck. His arms were manly and covered in coarse, dark hair, while his voice was high and strange, as if it had been recorded and was now being played back at a faster speed.\n\nNot a dwarf but an honest-to-God midget. My fascination was both evident and unwelcome and was nothing he hadn\'t been subjected to a million times before. He didn\'t shake my hand, just lit a cigarette and reached for the conch shell he used as an ashtray. Like my father, Mister Mancini assumed that anyone could learn to play the guitar. He had picked it up during a single summer spent in what he called ""Hotlanta, G. A."" This, I knew, was a racy name given to Atlanta, Georgia. ""Now that,"" he said, ""is one classy place if you know where to go."" He grabbed my guitar and began tuning it, holding his head close against the strings. ""Yessiree kid, the girls down on Peachtree are running wild twenty-four hours a day.""\n\nHe mentioned a woman named Beth, saying, ""They threw away the mold and shut down the factory after making that one, you know what I mean?""\n\nI nodded my head, having no idea what he was talking about.\n\n""She wasn\'t much of a cook, but, hey, I guess that\'s why God invented TV dinners."" He laughed at his little joke and repeated the line about the frozen dinners as if he would use it later in a comedy routine. ""God made TV dinners, yeah, that\'s good."" He told me he\'d named his guitar after Beth. ""Now I can\'t keep my hands off it!"" he said. ""Seriously, though, it helps if you give your instrument a name. What do you think you\'ll call yours?""\n\n""Maybe I\'ll call it Oliver,"" I said. It was the name of my hamster, and I was used to saying it.\n\nThen again, maybe not.\n\n""Oliver?"" Mister Mancini set my guitar on the floor. ""Oliver? What the hell kind of name is that? If you\'re going to devote yourself to the guitar, you need to name it after a girl, not a guy.""\n\n""Oh, right,"" I said. ""Joan. I\'ll call it . . . Joan.""\n\n""So tell me about this Joan,"" he said. ""Is she something pretty special?""\n\nJoan was the name of one of my cousins, but it seemed unwise to share this information. ""Oh, yeah,"" I said. ""Joan\'s really . . . great. She\'s tall and . . ."" I felt self-conscious using the word tall and struggled to take it back. ""She\'s small and has brown hair and everything.""\n""Is she stacked?""\n\nI\'d never noticed my cousin\'s breasts and was working to conceal the horrible secret that I\'d never noticed anyone\'s breasts, not unless, like our housekeeper\'s, they were large enough to appear freakish. ""Stacked? Well, sure,"" I said. ""She\'s pretty stacked."" I was afraid he\'d ask me for a more detailed description and was relieved when he crossed the room and removed Beth from her case. He told me that a guitar student needed plenty of discipline. Talent was great, but time had taught him that talent was also extremely rare. ""I\'ve got it,"" he said. ""But then again, I was born with it. It\'s a gift from God, and those of us who have it are very special people.""\n\nHe seemed to know that I was nothing special, just a type, yet another boy whose father had his head in the clouds.\n\n""Do you have a feel for the guitar? Do you have any idea what this little baby is capable of?"" Without waiting for an answer, he climbed up into his chair and began playing ""Light My Fire,"" adding, ""This one is for Joan.""\n\n""You know that it would be untrue,"" he sang. ""You know that I would be a liar."" The little man played beautifully but sang ""Light My Fire"" as if he were a Webelo scout demanding a match. He finished his opening number, nodded his head in acknowledgment of my applause, and moved on, offering up his own unique and unsettling versions of ""The Girl from Ipanema"" and ""Little Green Apples"" while I sat trapped in my seat, my false smile stretched so tight I lost all feeling in the lower half of my face. My fingernails had grown a good three inches by the time he struck his final note and called me close to point out a few simple chords. Before I left, he handed me a half dozen purpled, mimeographed handouts that we both knew were useless.\n\nBack at the house, my mother had my dinner warming in the oven. From the living room came the aimless whisper of Lisa\'s flute; it sounded not unlike the wind whipping through an empty Pepsi can. Down in the basement, either Gretchen was practicing her piano or the cat was chasing a moth across the keys. My mother responded by turning up the volume on the kitchen TV while my father pushed back my plate, set Joan in my lap, and instructed me to play. ""Listen to this,"" he crowed. ""A house full\n\nof music! Man, this is beautiful.""\n\nYou certainly couldn\'t accuse him of being unsupportive. His enthusiasm bordered on mania, yet still it failed to inspire us. During practice sessions, my sisters and I would eat potato chips, scowling at our hated instruments and speculating on the lives of our music teachers. They were all peculiar in one way or another, but with a midget, I\'d definitely won the my-teacher-is-stranger-than-yours competition. I wondered where Mister Mancini lived and who he might call in case of an emergency. Did he stand on a chair in order to shave, or was his home customized to meet his needs? I\'d look at the laundry hamper or the beer cooler, thinking that if it came down to it, Mister Mancini could hide just about anywhere. Though I thought of him constantly, I grabbed any excuse to avoid my guitar.\n\n""I\'ve been doing just what you told me to do,"" I\'d say at the beginning of each lesson, ""but I just can\'t get the hang of it. Maybe my fingers are too shor--I mean litt--I mean, maybe I\'m just not coordinated enough."" He\'d arrange Joan in my lap, pick up Beth, and tell me to follow along. ""You need to believe you\'re playing an actual woman,"" he\'d say. ""Just grab her by the neck and make her holler.""\n\nMister Mancini had a singular talent for making me uncomfortable. He forced me to consider things I\'d rather not think about--the sex of my guitar, for instance. If I honestly wanted to put my hands on a woman, would that automatically mean I could play? Gretchen\'s teacher never told her to think of her piano as a boy. Neither did Lisa\'s flute teacher, though in that case the analogy was fairly obvious. On the off chance that sexual desire was all it took, I steered clear of Lisa\'s instrument, fearing I might be labeled a prodigy. The best solution was to become a singer and leave the instruments to somebody else. A song stylist--that was what I wanted to be.\n\nI was at the mall with my mother one afternoon when I spotted Mister Mancini reaching up to order a hamburger at Scotty\'s Chuck Wagon, a fast-food restaurant located a few doors down from the music shop. He sometimes mentioned having lunch with a salesgirl from Jolly\'s Jewelers--""a real looker""--but on this day he was alone. When asking for his hamburger, Mister Mancini had to stand on tiptoe, and even his head failed to reach the counter. The passing adults politely looked away, but their children were decidedly more vocal. A toddler ambled up on his chubby bowed legs, attempting to embrace my teacher with ketchup-smeared fingers while a party of elementary school students openly stared in wonder. Even worse was the group of adolescents, the boys my own age who sat gath-ered around a large table. ""Go back to Oz, munchkin,"" one of them said, and his friends shook with laughter. Tray in hand, Mister Mancini took a seat and pretended not to notice. The boys weren\'t yelling, but anyone could tell they were making fun of him. ""Honestly, Mother,"" I said. ""Do they have to be such monsters?"" Beneath my moral outrage was a strong sense of possessiveness, a fury that other people were sinking their hooks into my own personal midget. What did they know about this man? I was the one who lit his cigarettes and listened as he denounced the careers of so-called pretty boys such as Glen Campbell and Bobby Goldsboro. It was I who had suffered through six weeks\' worth of lessons and was still struggling to master ""Yellow Bird."" If anyone was going to get laughs at his expense, I figured that I should be the first in line.\n\nI\'d always thought of Mister Mancini as a blowhard, a pocket playboy, but watching him dip his hamburger into a sad puddle of mayonnaise, I broadened my view and came to see him as a wee outsider, a misfit whose take-it-or-leave-it attitude had left him all alone. This was a persona I\'d been tinkering with myself: the outcast, the rebel. It occurred to me that, with the exception of the guitar, he and I actually had quite a bit in common. We were both men trapped inside a boy\'s body. Each of us was talented in his own way, and we both hated twelve-year-old boys, a demographic group second to none in terms of cruelty. All things considered, there was no reason I shouldn\'t address him, not as a teacher, but as an artistic brother. Maybe then we could drop the pretense of Joan and get down to work. If things worked out the way I hoped, I\'d someday mention in interviews that my accompanist was both my best friend and a midget.\n\nI wore a tie to my next lesson, and this time, when asked if I\'d practiced, I told the truth, saying in a matter-of-fact tone of voice that no, I hadn\'t laid a finger on my guitar since our last get-together. I told him that Joan was my cousin\'s name and that I had no idea how stacked she was.\n\n""That\'s okay,"" Mister Mancini said. ""You can call your guitar whatever you want, just so long as you practice.""\n\nMy voice shaking, I told him that I had absolutely no interest in mastering the guitar. What I really wanted was to sing in the voice of Billie Holiday. ""Mainly commercials, but not for any banks or car dealerships, because those are usually choral arrangements.""\n\nThe color ebbed from my teacher\'s face.\n\nI told him I\'d been working up an act and could use a little accompaniment. Did he know the jingle for the new Sara Lee campaign?\n\n""You want me to what?"" He wasn\'t angry, just confused.\n\nI felt certain he was lying when he denied knowing the tune. Doublemint gum, Ritz crackers, the theme songs for Alka-Seltzer and Kenmore appliances: He claimed ignorance on all counts. I started in on an a cappella version of the latest Oscar Mayer commercial, hoping he might join in once the spirit moved him. It looked bad, I knew, but in order to sustain the proper mood, I needed to disregard his company and sing the way I did at home when alone in my bedroom, my eyes shut tight and my hands dangling like pointless, empty gloves.\n\nMy bologna has a first name, it\'s O-S-C-A-R\n\nMy bologna has a second name, it\'s M-A-Y-E-R\n\nOh, I love to eat it every day\n\nAnd if you ask me why I\'ll say\n\n\'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A.\n\nI reached the end of my tune thinking he might take this as an opportunity to applaud or even apologize for underestimating me. Mild amusement would have been an acceptable response, but instead he held up his hands, as if to stop an advancing car. ""Hey, guy,"" he said. ""You can hold it right there. I\'m not into that scene.""\n\nA scene? What scene? I thought I was being original.\n\n""There were plenty of screwballs like you back in Atlanta, but me, I don\'t swing that way--you got it? This might be your \'thing\' or whatever, but you can definitely count me out."" He reached for his conch shell and stubbed out his cigarette. ""I mean, come on now. For God\'s sake, kid, pull yourself together.""\n\nI knew then why I\'d never sung in front of anyone and why I shouldn\'t have done it in front of Mister Mancini. He\'d used the word screwball, but I knew what he really meant. He meant I should have named my guitar Doug or Brian or, better yet, taken up the flute. He meant that if we\'re defined by our desires, I was in for a lifetime of trouble.\n\nThe remainder of the hour was spent awkwardly watching the clock as we silently pretended to tune our guitars.\n\nMy father was disappointed when I told him I wouldn\'t be returning for any more lessons. ""He told me not to come back,"" I said. ""He told me I have the wrong kind of fingers."" Seeing that it had worked for me, my sisters invented similar stories, and together we announced that the Sedaris Trio had officially disbanded. Our father offered to find us better teachers, adding that if we were unhappy with our instruments we could trade them in for something more suitable. ""The trumpet or the saxophone or, hey, how about the vibes?"" He reached for a Lionel Hampton album, saying, ""I want you to sit down and give this a good listen. Just get a load of this cat and tell me he\'s not an inspiration.""\n\nThere was a time when I could listen to such a record and imagine myself as the headline act at some magnificent New York nightclub, but that\'s what fantasies are for: They allow you to skip the degradation and head straight to the top. I\'d done my solo and would now move on to pursue other, equally unsuccessful ways of getting attention. I\'d try every art form there was, and with each disappointment I\'d picture Mister Mancini holding his conch shell and saying, ""For God\'s sake, kid, pull yourself together.""\n\nWe told our father no, don\'t bother playing us any more of your records, but he still persisted. ""I\'m telling you that this album is going to change your lives, and if it doesn\'t, I\'ll give each one of you a five-dollar bill. What do you think of that?""\n\nIt was a tough call--five dollars for listening to a Lionel Hampton record. We looked at one another, my sisters and I, and then we left the room, ignoring his cry of ""Hey, where do you think you\'re going? Get back in here and listen.""\n\nWe joined our mother at the TV and never looked back. A life in music was his great passion, not ours, and our lessons had taught us that without the passion, the best we could hope for was an occasional engagement at some hippie wedding where, if we were lucky, the guests would be too stoned to realize just how bad we really were. That night, as was his habit, our father fell asleep in front of the stereo, the record making its pointless, silent rounds as he laid back against the sofa cushions, dreaming.1Embed', 'default'",2 -5627,Cocteau_Twins___Strange_Fruit,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -7711,Ed_Harcourt___Those_Crimson_Tears,sad,"""Those Crimson Tears Moving like a dancing bear\nIt's in my blood\nFalling down the marble stairs\nIt's in my blood\n\nOh my dear, that's the way\nI am made, I'm afraid\n\nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the floor, drip on the bar\nThose crimson tears\nStain what I wore, drip on the bar\nSwinging a punch, connect to the eye\nIt's in my blood\nI've got a hunch I should just stay quiet\nIt's in my blood\n\nOh my dear, that's the way\nI am made, I'm afraid\n\nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the bar, drip on the floor\nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the bar, stain what I wore",1 -8650,Eve_6___Amphetamines,happy,"""Amphetamines Amphetamines and jellybeans\nShe was pretty in her teens\nWaiting for the month of come what May\nI smelled you on my shirt today\nOf course the hardest part is letting go\nBut you've got to or you know\nYou'll end up waiting by the\n\nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you're alright\nTell you again that I'm fine\nThen we go about our separate lives\nWas it nasty scheme or lazy dreams\nI left you cold two blankets deep\nThis is the last song I'll send your way\nI smelled you on my shirt today\nOf course the hardest part is letting go\nBut you've got to or you know\nYou'll end up waiting by the\n\nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you're alright\nTell you again that I'm fine\nThen we go about our separate lives\n\nPhone me tell me that you're waiting\nBy the phone for me to phone you\nOnce in a while once in a while, once in a while\nThen we go about our separate\n\nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you're alright\nTell you again that I'm fine\nThen we go about our separate\n\nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you're alright\nTell you again that I'm fine\nThen we go about our separate lives our separate lives, then we go about our\nSeparate lives",0 -8379,Ensiferum___Wanderer,sad,"""Wanderer [Verse 1]\nIn time bleeding wounds will heal\nUnlike some which are too deep to see\nLike scars in a nomad's soul\nTheir mending is so slow\n\nNot the shout of a hundred enemies\nCan make him feel fear inside him\nBut when sun sets and the cold arrives\nWith crushing solitude in the darkness of night\n[Chorus]\nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer's part is to ride alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nWith bare hands he has taken many lives\nHe's had a hundred women by his side\nFrom enchanted woods through the freezing north\nHe's known on every sea and far beyond\n\nAs the moon grows and the circle is complete\nHe lies down and waits for sleep\nBut there's always a scenery in his mind\nOf all the beauty he once left behind\n\n[Chorus]\nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer's part is to ride alone\n\n[Chorus]\nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer's part is to ride alone\nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer's part is to ride alone 1 ",1 -8054,Elliott_Smith___HappinessThe_Gondola_Man,happy,"""Happiness / The Gondola Man [Verse 1]\nActivity's killing the actor\nAnd a cop's standing out in the road\nTurning traffic away\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere was nothing she could do until after\nWhen his body'd been buried below\nWay back in the day\n\n[Chorus]\nOh my, nothing else could have been done\nMade his life a lie so\nHe might never have to know anyone\nMade his life the lie you know\n[Verse 3]\nI told him that he shouldn't upset her ooh\nAnd that he'd only be making it worse involving somebody else ooh\nBut I knew that he'd never forget her ooh\nWhile her memory worked in reverse to keep her safe from herself ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh my, nothing else could have been done\nShe made her life a lie so ooh\nShe might never have to know anyone\nMade her life the lie you know\n\n[Outro]\nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you'll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you'll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you'll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nAll I want now is happiness for you and me 2 ",0 -8892,Fat_Freddys_Drop___Wandering_Eye,happy,"""Wandering Eye [Verse 1]\nWhen I, wanna, see right, through you\nFlyin', highin', Freddy voodoo\nLucid, dreaming, magic, wonder\nCan you, see this, spell I'm, under?\nMake you, wander, with that, rhythm\nFeel it, moving, through your, system\nStep on, steppers, step up, to it\nAll you, got to, do is, do it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDo it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\n[Chorus]\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye\nOh you know I got it, oh you know\n\n[Verse 2]\nSpots on, it's a crazy scene\nEverybody gets a picture in my magazine\nJust like a, paparazzi\nYou won't even ask me, no no\nWell all you got to do is\nJust short people look up high\nCan't help but spy from my wandering eye\nSomething beginning with the capital cool, capital you\nIf you could only check my view\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye\nOh you know I got it, oh you know\n [Verse 3]\nFeels like I can't sit still when I got it, when I got it\nAll around, hours they keep on searching\nOh, I got it. Yes, I got it\nWhen will this cease?\nEver gonna end?\nLost my family, I lost my friends\nFaces familiar, far from the same\nCome a little closer, let me know your name\nOoh step into the light, sweet one\nSo I can see who you are\nCross your name in the moonlight, yeah\nCross your name in the streetlight, yeah-eah\nYou know, you know, you're looking so good\nYou're looking so fine, yeah\nI can tell by the way that you're looking up high\nSweet one, sweet one\nSweet one, sweet one\nI can tell by the way, I can tell by the way\nI can tell by the way by the way, by the way\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher1 ",0 -383,Adele___Hometown_Glory,sad,"'TranslationsEspañolPortuguêsHometown Glory [Verse 1]\nI\'ve been walking in the same way as I did\nMissing out the cracks in the pavement\nAnd tutting my heel and strutting my feet\n""Is there anything I can do for you dear?""\n""Is there anyone I could call?""\n""No and thank you, please madame\nI ain\'t lost, just wandering""\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Round my hometown\nMemories are fresh\n\'Round my hometown\nOoh, the people I\'ve met\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of this world\nAre the wonders now\n[Verse 2]\nI like it in the city\nWhen the air is so thick and opaque\nI love it to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades\nI like it in the city when two worlds collide\nYou get the people and the government\nEverybody taking different sides\n\n[Refrain]\nShows that we ain\'t gonna stand shit\nShows that we are united\nShows that we ain\'t gonna take it\nShows that we ain\'t gonna stand shit\nShows that we are united\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Round my hometown\nMemories are fresh\n\'Round my hometown\nOoh, the people I\'ve met, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nDoo-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dah, yeah\nDoo-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dah, yeah\nDoo-doo-doo-doo ooh-ooh yeah\nYeah, yeah-ey\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of this world\nAre the wonders of my world\nOf my world\nYeah, of my world\nOf my world, yeahSee Adele LiveGet tickets as low as $525 25Embed', 'default'",1 -6249,DUNCAN_SHEIK___Nothing_Fades,sad,"""Nothing Fades Turning the wheel to emptiness\nThey're when you breathe your final breath\nNo one will hold you anymore\nHaven't they told you baby\nYou're always alive\nAlways alive\n\nLeaving the plane of time and space\nLeaving the mask of every face\nJust like the Sun and every ray\nMight as well smile 'cause baby\nWe all die one day\nWe all die one day\nNot square, not round\nThe silence in the sound\nNot short, not long\nThe quiet in the song\nIt carries you along\n\nSome of the people here believe\nReading a book of prophesies\nSome of you sigh and turn away\nNobody knows, so what's the play?\nYou're here now\nYou're here for now\n\nAnd what does it matter anyway\nWhatever I sing or what you say\nTaking a chance we place a bet\nBut it ain't gonna get you\nTo black or red\nThis time around\nThis time around\n\nNo cause, no condition\nWho knows your position?\nNot you, no other\nWhat will you discover?\n You never disappear\nSo tell me why you fear\nNeither are you born\nSometimes still you mourn\nNever do you arise\nYou're never low or high\nNo one acts, no one is made\nNothing glows, nothing fades\n\nNothing fades......... ",1 -8511,Erin_McKeown___Life_On_The_Moon,calm,"""Life On The Moon Maybe someday we can live on the moon\nMilk in our eyes and the coffee cups too\nIf we behave, play our cards right\nMoon'll be our fortune tonight\n\nFrequency of traditional child\nIgnition becomes a spark of disguise\nWhere we are from, where we begin\nPhilosophy on paper napkin\n\nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky\nWaves of phosphor, waves of grace\nLights on the square and lights on her face\nSaturn returns and Mercury slaves\nAtoms transmit to gravity's play\n\nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky\n\nMaybe someday we can live on the moon\nBut ‘cause we can, doesn't mean we have to\nRockets will come, astronauts go\nNothing so precious as what we don’t know\n\nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky\n\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!",2 -4651,Cajun_Dance_Party___Amylase,happy,"""Amylase Let's not forget, let's not forget what happened in the past\nYou were right, you were wrong, yeah, but everything was fast\nAnd when we build this ship remember to make it last\nIncrease the time it takes to paint, and build the mast\n\nLet's save this game for never\nOh, you know, this could be chess forever\nI'll take your piece, and you'll take mine\nWe're stalemate, and we're just wasting time\n\nYeah the past, the route of the growing that happens now\nSo let's remember not to turn on straight to a row\nAnd we can see through the haze of misty glaze\nSo now let's travel positively forward through the maze\nLet's save this game for never\nOh, you know, this could be chess forever\nI'll take your piece, and you'll take mine\nWe're stalemate, and we're just wasting time\nWe're just wasting time, we're just wasting time\nWe need a catalyst, we need a catalyst\n\nAnd we'll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we'll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we'll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we'll swim, through the fields of hay\n\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou're the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster",0 -5592,Club_8___The_Boy_Who_Couldnt_Stop_Dreaming,sad,"""The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming When I'm with you baby\nI can close my eyes\nAnd when I hear you\nMaybe I can put my thoughts aside\n\nThis is the safest way\nCause you were the boy\nWho couldn't stop dreaming\nAnd I was just like you\nSo why not admit to me\nIt's the only way for you\nYou have a word of comfort\nWhen I'm feeling down\nAnd I have words of comfort\nWhen you feel so down\n\nAll you wanted to say was goodbye\nYou had to get on with your life\nAll you wanted to say was goodbye\nGoodbye",1 -6054,Crystal_Castles___Vanished,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolVanished [Verse 1: Matt Van Schie]\nIn the dark, come out and play\nWe are its child—, here to stay\nRunning through, hungry for stray'\nNo invitat—, take me away\nI'm not cruel, still what you see\nClub to club, city with me\nHungry for life, -out your pity\nI don't want, you give it\n\n[Chorus: Matt Van Schie]\nStill can't say she won't start up\nStill can't say she won't start up a fight\nYou go the city\n'Cause in the city of life she can't, she can't wait\n[Verse 2: Matt Van Schie]\nIn the dark, killer await'\nTo kill a life, life you make\nYou do another, death can live\nJust keep on dan—, movie you're in I'm not cruel\nSmell of your sweat, lures me in\nYour heart—, things to me\nRunning feet, through my blood\nMy ghost inside you soon will be\n\n[Chorus: Matt Van Schie]\nStill can't say she won't start up\nStill can't say she won't start up a fight\nYou go city\n'Cause in the city of life she can't, she can't wait\n\n[Bridge: Matt Van Schie]\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\n [Pre-Chorus: Matt Van Schie]\nI don't want sex, but you give it t—\n\n[Chorus: Matt Van Schie]\nStill can't say she won't start up\nStill can't say she won't start up a fight\nYou go city\n'Cause in the city of life she can't, she can't wait\nStill can't say she won't start up\nStill can't say she won't start up a fight\nYou go city\n'Cause in the city of life she can't, she can't wait\n\n[Outro: Matt Van Schie]\nNow it's over, you've taken your life\nDark grows thin and left to hide\nI don't regret it, but it's sad anyway\nNow we're both dead and so scared of the black\nThis life of games and diligent trust\nIt's the things we do and the things we must\nI'm now tired of being cussed\nSo go sleep forever end to dust25 ",1 -3631,Blue_October___Drilled_A_Wire_Through_My_Cheek,anger,"""Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek [Verse 1]\nI try to stay on top of you\nTo hold your body down\nYour shaking seems to hinder\nEvery grasp that I have found\nMoving every inch around you\nTo defuse your private bomb\nI stretch myself surrounding\nAnd protecting you from harm\nI use a wallet for your mouth\nSo when you bite, you will not bleed\nI drilled a wire through my cheek\nAnd let it down and out my sleeve\nAnd now you're pulling out the best of me\nYeah, which never ever comes\nThis wire's all that's left of me\nAnd it's hooked within my gums, within my gums\n[Chorus]\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\nSo drill it\n\n[Verse 2]\nAs proof to show I'd bleed for this\nI'd cut myself to shame\nTo get to know this masochist\nWho's stolen my first name\nPretending he's a teacher\nHolding all my weight at ease\nBut the teacher seems to split in two\nDestroying both his knees\nNow crawling, I position myself\nBelow your broken wings\nI lift your feathered left arm\nWhere you hide your heart from me\nI never noticed it was swollen\nWith the touch of brutal pain\nI never knew a heart could live inside\nThe rust from all your rain, all your rain\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Chorus]\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n[Kirk screaming]\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n[Kirk screaming]\nSo drill it\n\n[Verse 3]\nI didn't think to bring a washcloth or to rub away the dirt\nMyself and I, we share this barely beating heart of hurt\nAnd when the hurt comes, there's an argument\nA fight to save a smile\nA small attack on human tears to dry them for a while\nA dream we all should count on, yeah, a vision I believe\nIn where confidence is found attached to wires on our sleeve\nAnd where loneliness is history told to pack his shit and leave\nAnd where guidance is a fortune told to help in time of need\nAnd where crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve\nAnd lessons are the key to every goal I will achieve, I will achieve\n\n[Chorus]\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n[Kirk screaming]\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n[Kirk screaming]\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard\nSo drill it\n[Kirk screaming]\nSo hard\nSo hard1 ",3 -2559,Beach_House___Silver_Soul,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolSilver Soul [Verse 1]\nGather matters of the heart, so we can act a fool\nIt's incomplete without you\nThe silver soul is running through\nIt's a vision, complete illusion, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe needle on the spinning wheel collecting silver coil\nIt gathers heat without you\nWhether or not you're turned from it\nIt's a quick turn to let us in\n[Chorus]\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe bodies lying in the sand, they're moving in the dark\nIt is so quick to let us in\nFeel it moving through our skin\nIt's a sickness, infinite quickness\n\n[Chorus]\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\n\n[Outro]\nIt is happening again 15 ",1 -8824,Faithless___Sweep,calm,"""Sweep Everything'll be alright tomorrow",2 -9201,Fleet_Foxes___Sun_Giant,sad,"'Sun Giant [Chorus]\nWhat a life I lead in the summer\nWhat a life I lead in the spring\nWhat a life I lead when the wind, it breathes\nWhat a life I lead in the spring\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat a life I lead when the sun breaks free\nAs a giant torn from the clouds\nWhat a life indeed when that ancient seed\nIs a-buried, watered and plowed\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\n[Chorus]\nWhat a life I lead in the summer\nWhat a life I lead in the spring\nWhat a life I lead when the wind, it breathes\nWhat a life I lead in the spring Embed', 'default'",1 -700,Alias__Tarsier___Dr_C,sad,"""Dr. C The novelty is wearing thin\nOh no he's a crier\nLook him, he's ahead\nHe'd laugh with passion there's the pinnacle\nThe door is open\nThe room feels different\nBelieve me\n\nI once was a wanderer like you\n\nI lost a word this one day\nHas anybody found it\nYour craft to silence just walked away\nYour door is open but the room feels different\nBelieve me\nKeep your secret brother\nForever\nWhen night begins to lower\n\nYou're surrounded\n\nI once was a wanderer like you",1 -2491,Basia___How_Dare_You,calm,"""How Dare You Your voice that sounded soft and sweet\nYour manners knocked me off my feet\nInfatuation made me blind\nToday I know you are someone else\nThan the one I keep in my mind\n\nSo now you think I'm yours\nAnd you don't have to try\nSeems nothing I do is right\n\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you're not careful I'll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning\nYou made me hope we'd live a dream\nBut now you make me want to scream\nPoetic style turned into prose\nThis gentleman that once I knew\nI wonder if it was really you\n'Cause now you think I'm yours\nAnd you don't have to try\nSeems nothing I do is right\n\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you're not careful I'll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning\n\nNow you think I'm yours\nAnd you don't have to try\nSeems nothing you do is right\n\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you're not careful I'll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning x5\n\nHow dare you talk to me like that x5",2 -7364,Dolorean___The_Biggest_Lie,sad,"""The biggest lie I'm waiting for the train\nSubway that only goes one way\nThe stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart\nAnd make everybody late\n\nYou spent everything you had\nWanted everything to stop that bad\nNow I'm a crashed credit card registered to Smith -\nNot the name that you called me with\n\nYou turned white like a saint\nI'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint\nOh we're so very precious, you and I\nAnd everything that you do makes me want to die\nOh I just told the biggest lie\nI just told the biggest lie\nThe biggest lie",1 -4760,Camera_Obscura___AntiWestern,happy,"""Anti-Western Sure to be a loner, I hear you're not the loving kind\nCome on darling, I've something in mind\nYou're too good looking I'm always gonna put up a fight\nGive in baby, be mine tonight\n\nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy's got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes\n\nMoved around honey, to stay here now would feel just fine\nI'm taking your boots off, I'll keep them with mine\nI'm coming around 'cause I know they say we only live twice\nWell this is the first life, a need to entice\nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy's got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes\nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy's got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes",0 -5814,Copeland___Hold_Nothing_Back,sad,"""Hold Nothing Back Do what you want but I know who you are\nSay what you want but I know what you're thinking\nGo where you want but I won't be too far\nGo where you want and I know where you'll end up\n\nIf you fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back\nI'll fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back from you, oh\nYou, oh\nYou, oh\nYou\nDo what you want but I know who you are\nSay what you want but I know what you're thinking\n\nIf you fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back\nI'll fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back from you, oh\nYou, oh\nYou, oh\nYou",1 -6979,Devendra_Banhart___So_Long_Old_Bean,happy,"""So Long Old Bean Well these days I'm spread so thin\nIt's like I'm getting carried up by the wind\nEvery time you get high\nYou might see me floating by\n\nWell so long old bean\nIt's been a dream being with you\nI couldn't tell us apart\nOh and I know neither could you\n\nDon't tread on me\nWhen you float downstream\nOn a moonbeam\nSo long old bean\nSo long old bean\n\nHere comes the Mapinguari singing awww\nWhen's there gonna be an end to wondering\nWhen all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause\nWe've had our fill of finding our empty pockets\nEmptier still and there probably won't be\nAn end to that my friends\n\nNow that my tralala's are dating\nLittle sips of the Hollywood bowl\nThey mute up my mind\nHow kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul\nWell they're the gambling kind\nAs smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole\nMoney never beats soul\nHow noble\n\nDon't forget me\nWhen you float downstream\nOn a moonbeam\n\nSo long old bean\nSo long old bean\n I'm a little firefly\nLanding on you2 ",0 -3091,Billie_Holiday___Good_Morning_Heartache,sad,"""Good Morning Heartache Good morning, heartache, you ole gloomy sight\nGood morning, heartache, thought we'd said goodbye last night\nI turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone\nBut here you are with the dawn\nWish I'd forget you\nBut you're here to stay\nIt seems I met you\nWhen my love went away\nNow everyday I start by saying to you\nGood morning, heartache, what's new?\nStop haunting me now\nCan't shake you, no how\nJust leave me alone\nI've got those Monday blues\nStraight through Sunday blues\n\nGood morning, heartache, here we go again\nGood morning, hearache, you're the one who knew me when\nMight as well get used to you hangin around\nGood morning, heartache, sit down\n\nStop haunting me now\nCan't shake you, no how\nJust leave me alone\nI've got those Monday blues\nStraight through Sunday blues\n\nGood morning, heartache, here we go again\nGood morning, hearache, you're the one who knew me when\nMight as well get used to you hangin around\nGood morning, heartache, sit down 1 ",1 -9419,Frank_Black___White_Noise_Maker,happy,"""White Noise Maker You know, I hear a lot of talk\nSo I'm headin' for the stereo store\nTo get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten\n\nOr maybe the interior\nOf somewhere like Siberia\nYeah, the yak is back again\n\nLike harvest moon over my head, yes it was\nThat billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because\nIt's been so long since my Telstar\nI hope it crashes in the sea\nOr maybe the interior\nOf somewhere like Siberia\nYakety-yak is back again\n\nYou know, I hear a lot of talk\nSo I'm headin' for the stereo store\nTo get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten\n\nLike harvest moon over my head, yes it was\nThat billboard prose shinin' on me and it shines because\nIt's been so long since my Telstar\nI hope it crashes in the sea",0 -9430,Frank_Klepacki___Act_On_Instinct,sad,"'Act on Instinct We are going to have to act\nIf we want to live in a different world\nWe are going to have to act\nThere is a very unstable situation on the ground\nThat is unfolding very quickly\nMove towards more ideas that will actually help, uh\nBring this thing to an end\nWe are going to have to act\nWe are going to have to act\nThere is a very unstable situation on the ground\nThat is unfolding very quickly Embed', 'default'",1 -928,Allison_Moorer___Where_Is_My_Love,sad,"'Where Is My Love Where is my love\nWhere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBring him to me\n\nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love\nHorses running free\nCarrying you and me\n\nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love\nSafe and warm\nSo close to me\nIn my arms\nFinally\n\nThere is my love\nThere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBringing him to me\n\nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love Embed', 'default'",1 -223,Aaron_Lines___You_Cant_Hide_Beautiful,happy,"'You Can’t Hide Beautiful She says don\'t stare at me\nShe\'s afraid that I might see\nThose 5 extra pounds she talks about\nMan, I don\'t know what she\'s talking about\n\nShe looks through magazines\nWith every page she dreams of\nLooking like somebody else\nI wish she wasn\'t so hard on herself\n\nThen she falls asleep with just my t-shirt on\nBut even when her hair\'s messed up and her make-up\'s gone\nChorus\n\nYou can\'t hide Beautiful\nYou Can\'t hide wonderful\nThere\'s nothing that she has to do\nIt just comes natural\nShe makes it look easy\nI love what she does to me\nNo way to disguise\nThe way that she shines\nYou can\'t hide beautiful, oh no\n\nShe can take a simple dress\nPut it on and turn some heads\nMan Everytime she moves she gets me\nShe doesn\'t even know she\'s sexy\n\nAnd the way she thinks sometimes\nOut of no where blows my mind\nShe makes me laugh and makes me dream\nI love the way she looks at things\n\nA little piece of heaven god gave to this world\nShe might think she\'s just an ordinary girl\n\n""But"" Repeat Chorus\n You can\'t hide Beautiful\nShe\'s so beautiful yeah yeah\nOhhh ohhh ya can\'t ya can\'t ya can\'t hid beautifulEmbed', 'default'",0 -1422,Anna_Ternheim___Such_A_Lonely_Soul,sad,"""Such a Lonely Soul She'll ask you where you've been\nYou'll be hours late\nWhen you finally come home\nShe'll suspect something's wrong\nMake sure to erase all your outgoing calls\n\nWhy trouble her lonely soul\nShe doesn't have to know\nShe doesn't have to know\nWhy tell her\nIt would hurt her so\nShe's such a lonely soul\nSuch a lonely soul\nShe'll be watching you for sure\nAfraid to find out\nWhat she already knows\nAnd she'll try to stay calm\n'Cause you'll be so hard to get to\nAnd she's still in love\n\nWhy trouble her lonely soul\nShe doesn't have to know\nShe doesn't have to know\nWhy tell her\nIt would hurt her so\nShe's such a lonely soul\nSuch a lonely soul",1 -1705,Arab_Strap___Direction_Of_Strong_Man,calm,"""Direction of Strong Man We're barely halfway there\nYou're stretched out and clamped around me\nI don't think there's drink at home\nYou make a little snore and shift\nJust keep your head down there - you sleep\nI'll give directions\nI'll use the private miles to plan some tactics and a gift\nI'll move around you\nAttack and surround you\n\nShe talked me back inside\n- thank fuck our friends are nosy\nAny reaction's good\n- it's a stupid way to make me say it\nDid we go far enough?\nDid it just serve it's purpose?\nIf the words are still a problem\nI'll cut it out and let you weight it",2 -5204,Cherish_The_Ladies___Fair_And_Tender_Ladies,happy,"""Fair and Tender Ladies Come all ye fair and tender ladies\nTake warning how you court your men\nThey're like a star on a cloudy morning\nFirst they'll appear and then they're gone\n\nThey'll tell to you some loving story\nThey'll swear to you their love is true\nStraight way they'll go and court another\nAnd that's the love that they had for you\n\nOh don't you remember our days of courting\nYou told me that you would love me the best\nYou could make me believe by the fall of your eyes\nThat the sun rose in the west\nIf I had known before I courted\nThat love was such a killing thing\nI'd lock my heart in a box of golden\nAnd fasten it with a silver pin\n\nI wish I was a little sparrow\nAnd I had wings and I could fly\nI'd fly right home to my false true lover\nAnd when he'd ask, I would deny\n\nBut I am not some little sparrow\nI've no wings and I can't fly\nSo I'll stay right here with my grief and sorrow\nAnd let my life pass me by\n\nCome all ye fair and tender ladies\nTake warning how you court your men\nThey're like a star on a cloudy morning\nFirst they'll appear and then they're gone",0 -9152,Fischerspooner___Ritz_107,sad,"""Ritz 107 Dad and I\nIn a field\nA light, white spinning noise\nIn my Ear\n\nSleepy again\nHow can it be?\nSlept forever yesterday\nThis room has a spell\nCast over me\nThe clocks are ticking\nShifting in and out of synch\nThey're old and sound strange\nGilded and worn\nBattling back and forth\n\nChorus\nRest your eyes, Lay it down\nRest your eyes, Lay it down\n\nDad and I\nIn a Field\nA light, white spinning noise\nIn my ear\n\nWhat do you want?\nJust let me rest\nYou want some attention\nI'm not going anywhere\nGet out of my ear\n\nChorus",1 -6967,Devendra_Banhart___Owl_Eyes,calm,"""Owl Eyes Send me up owl eyes unwinding\nAsia and all your little diamonds\nAll your little diamonds\n\nEverybody that's inside me\nBuries the body that's behind me\nThe body that's behind me",2 -1314,Angels_and_Airwaves___Heaven,happy,"'Heaven [Intro]\n""Everyone, everyone will listen...""\n""Here we go, life\'s waiting to begin.""\n""--word that you say/Then say it, I will listen.""\n\n[Verse 1]\nI will run the streets and hostile lands\nI will touch the rain with all I have\nI will breathe the air to scream it loud\nMy feet will never touch the ground\nBecause the days they feel like ancient clocks\nLike when kids grow up and learn to walk\nBecause your life is full of pure desire\nA place so gloriously wired\n[Chorus]\nWith lights and sounds\nOh God, this is such a mess\nAnd it\'s like our world but we\'re the last ones left\nAnd the hair it stands on the back of our necks\nAnd I swear it shows\nHeaven must be just like this\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo you see the hills beneath the clouds?\nAnd the stars as trails to lead you out?\nCan you sense the pain that\'s everywhere?\nAnd if you try you\'ll never care\nAnd the love you had when you were young\nIs right outside for all to come\nBecause your life is full of pure desire\nA place so gloriously wired\n\n[Chorus]\nWith lights and sounds\nOh God, this is such a mess\nAnd it\'s like our world but we\'re the last ones left\nAnd the hair it stands on the back of our necks\nAnd I swear it shows\nHeaven must be just like this\n [Verse 3]\nIf you see a light break through the clouds\nAnd fire up like distant towers\nWhere the world will begin exactly how it ends\nWhen you call for help when you are lost\nForever more at whatever cost\nAnd the world will begin exactly how it ends\n\n[Bridge]\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now, are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\n\n[Outro]\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now now yeah yea oh yeah oh yeah oh\nHere I am1Embed', 'default'",0 -2569,Beach_House___Tokyo_Witch,calm,"""Tokyo Witch [Verse 1]\nIn a dark wintry Tokyo\nIn the Mahjong parlor he waits\nSevered past running through his hands\nGlory comes to the one who waits\nIn the hallways, they're lying there\nIn the red blossom of the days\nIn your arms, there is nothing left\nWho you are is run away\n\n[Chorus]\nMy whole life is the mystery that I can't break\nOur aims is a calvary of our mistakes\nI would love to heal you now\n[Verse 2]\nIn a dark wintry Tokyo\nIn the Mahjong parlours, they wait\nSevered past weaving through their hands\nGlory comes to the ones that wait\nIn the art of the arm\nRed blossom of the days\n\n[Outro]\nAll I wanted to see is that I am better\nAll I want to believe is that I am better\nRound and round\nAll I want you to see is that I am better\nRound and round 1 ",2 -2399,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Degrees_Of_Separation,calm,"""Degrees of Separation We figure out the past through photographs\nThey took while we were young\nEven though there's no way out, we'll find one\nWe're the love-struck ones\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\n\nA finger on the pulse is not enough\nTo show who's wrong from right\nYou know it's gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\nLeave the lights on\nIf you're the last one alive\nThere's too many strangers on this long\nLonely drive\nI'll be by your side\nBelieve me\n\nNow, no-one knows the year\nYou're from the past\nYou look like you're alive\nYou know it's gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\n\nI kept the photograph upon the dash\nIt helped me realise\nThat it didn't have to be a long drive\nBut an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nWe're alone again\n\nLeave the lights on\nIf you're the last one alive",2 -7530,Dredg___Scissor_Lock,calm,"""Scissor Lock I think\nI'm awake\nRolling\nOn my blanket\nI'm sinking\n\nInto bed\nLight around me\nBeautiful washes of pulsating color\nBuzzing white noise\nIt sounds like one hundred bees\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed\n\nLucid\nYou control it\nBody's asleep\nAnd your mind is awake\n\nI, too once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed\n\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children\n\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet's act like children while we sleep paralyzed",2 -2766,Ben_E_King___Stand_by_Me,happy,"""Stand by Me [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen the night has come\nAnd the land is dark\nAnd the moon is the only light we'll see\nNo, I won't be afraid\nOh, I won't be afraid\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me\n\n[Chorus]\nSo darlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand\nStand by me, stand by me\n[Verse 2]\nIf the sky that we look upon\nShould tumble and fall\nOr the mountains should crumble to the sea\nI won't cry, I won't cry\nNo, I won't shed a tear\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd darlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nDarlin', darlin', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me\n\nWhenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me?\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, just stand now\nOh, stand, stand by me 88 ",0 -8395,Entombed___Evilyn,anger,"""Evilyn Morrow, the day of dark\nIn my sorrow I am engulfed\nMy fear showed my forever needed spark\n\nGone is my fear for not having it all\nHere now and forever\nYet I'm still hearing her calls\nFor my wicked needs but I will never answer\nDead now is Satan's daughter\n\nShe sucked the marrow out of my life\nBut still her I was feeding\nGod's beloved Satan's wife\nI was totally fucking breeding\nShe's gone down below\nBut I'm no longer at her side\nAnd I'm drunk with the love\nOf the dead who's my bride\n\nI married the dark from which I was born, like an infant I cried\nShe gave me the spark from which I was torn, like an elder I died\nI'll never believe and I never will see her face again\nMy burning desires burns deep in hellfire, I will rise in the end",3 -2184,Avantasia___What_Kind_Of_Love,happy,"""What Kind Of Love [Amanda Somerville:]\nA dream of dwelling inside\nAlone we come and alone we go\nAnd who am I to know what I feel\nSympathy that's tearing me apart?\nAttraction of the distance to a heart affinity?\n\nWhat if love will leave your heart an open sore\nAnd I can't reveal what even I don't know?\nThe love you feel you waste away on me\nWhat kind of love will let us bleed away?\nNo kind of love will make us bleed away\n[Tobias Sammet:]\nIf only you could be the one to take a look inside\nI feel so incomplete\nA broken man in need of mother love\nI'm suffering in silence and no one wants to see\nThe only god is watching as I bleed\nThe star above — my matching piece\n\n[Amanda Somerville:]\nOh, this love will leave your heart an open sore\nAnd I can't reveal what even I don't know\nThis love you feel you waste away on me\nWhat kind of love will let us bleed away?\nNo kind of love will make us bleed away\n\n[Tobias Sammet:]\nFeel - that's all you gotta do\nAnd it will heal you\nFeel the pain to lead you home to peace of mind\nDwell inside\nFeel - that's all you gotta do\nAnd it will heal the wound\nFeel — there will be a song for peace of mind\nDwell inside",0 -3640,Blue_October___Hate_Me,sad,"""Hate Me [Intro: Girls Singing]\nIf you're sleeping, are you dreaming?\nIf you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me?\nI can't believe you actually picked me\n\n[Intro: Justin's Mother]\n”Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it's 2:33 on Monday afternoon\nI was just calling to see how you were doing\nYou sounded really uptight last night\nIt made me a little nervous, and a l... and... well... it made me nervous, it sounded like you were nervous, too\nI just wanted to make sure you were really okay\nAnd wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication\nYou know I love you, and...\nTake care, honey\nI know you're under a lot of pressure\nSee ya. Bye bye”\n[Verse 1: Justin Furstenfeld]\nI have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head\nThey crawl in like a cockroach, leaving babies in my bed\nDropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone\nPlaying movies in my head that make a porno feel like home\nThere's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain\nAn ounce of peace is all I want for you; will you never call again?\nAnd will you never say that you loved me just to put it in my face?\nAnd will you never try to reach me?\nIt is I that wanted space\n\n[Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn't do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you\n\n[Verse 2: Justin Furstenfeld]\nI’m sober now for 3 whole months\nIt’s one accomplishment that you helped me with\nThe one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again\nIn a sick way, I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night\nWhile I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight\nYou never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicide and hate\nYou made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take\nSo I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind\nAnd do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn't do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you\n\n[Bridge: Justin Furstenfeld]\nAnd with a sad heart, I say bye to you and wave\nKicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made\nAnd like a baby boy, I never was a man\nUntil I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand\nAnd then I fell down yelling, “Make it go away!”\nJust make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be\nAnd then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”\n\n[Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn't do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\n[Break 2: Girls Singing]\nIf you're sleeping, are you dreaming?\nIf you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me?\nI can't believe you actually picked me\n\n[Outro: Justin's Mother]\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!24 ",1 -718,Alice_In_Chains___Sickman,sad,"'Sickman [Intro]\nYay!\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat the hell am I, thousand eyes, a fly?\nLucky then I\'d be in one day deceased\n\n[Refrain]\nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAh!\nI can feel the wheel but I can\'t steer\nWhen my thoughts become my biggest fear\n[Chorus]\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine\n\n[Interlude]\nYay!\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat the hell am I, leper from inside?\nInside wall of peace, dirty and diseased\n\n[Refrain]\nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAh!\nI can see the end is getting near\nI won\'t rest until my head is clear\n\n[Chorus]\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine\n [Bridge]\nCan you see the end?\nChoke on me, my friend\nMust to drown these thoughts\nPurity over rot\n""Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair\nWith head high and eyes alert\nI tread on a plane of many\nWe who are of good nature and intention\nBut cannot touch on the dark\nRecesses of memory\nAnd pain learned, so come walk\nWith me, feel the pain\nAnd release it""\n\n[Guitar Solo]\nAhh-ahh-ahh-ahh\nAhh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh\n\n[Interlude]\nYay!\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat the hell am I, worn eroded pride?\nSaddened 10 miles wide, I\'m gon\' let it slide\n[Refrain]\nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAh!\nI can feel the wheel but I can\'t steer\nWhen my thoughts become my biggest fear\n\n[Chorus]\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAhh-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh\nAhh-ah-ah-ah-ahh8Embed', 'default'",1 -3870,Bon_Jovi___All_About_Lovin_You,happy,"""All About Lovin’ You [Verse 1]\nLooking at the pages of my life\nFaded memories of me and you\nMistakes you know I've made a few\nI took some shots and fell from time to time\nBaby, you were there to pull me through\nWe've been around the block a time or two\nI'm going to lay it on the line\nAsk me how we've come this far\nThe answer's written in my eyes\n[Chorus]\nEvery time I look at you, baby, I see something new\nThat takes me higher than before and makes me want you more\nI don't want to sleep tonight, dreaming's just a waste of time\nWhen I look at what my life's been coming to\nI'm all about loving you\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby\nWe've been to hell and back again\nThrough it all you're always my best friend\nFor all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do\nTonight I'm going to find a way\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou can take this world away\nYou're everything I am\nJust read the lines upon my face\nI'm all about loving you\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\n [Outro]\nAll about loving you ",0 -6696,De_Dannan___Maggie,calm,"'Maggie [Verse 1]\nThe violets were scenting the woods, Maggie\nDisplaying their charms to the breeze\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\nThe chestnut bloom gleams through the glades, Maggie\nA robin sang loud from a tree\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\n\n[Verse 2]\nA golden row of daffodils shine, Maggie\nAnd danced with the leaves on the breeze\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\nThe birds in the trees sang a song, Maggie\nOf happier transports to be\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\n[Verse 3]\nOur dreams they have never come true, Maggie\nOur hopes, they never were to be\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me Embed', 'default'",2 -9227,Flo_Rida_Feat_TPain___Low,happy,"""Low [Intro: T-Pain, Flo Rida]\nHmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm\nLet me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em\nLet it rain\nHmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm\nLet me talk to 'em\nCome on\n\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nShawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin' at her\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n[Verse 1: Flo Rida]\nHey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go\nThis crazy all night spendin' my dough\nHad a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go\nThem birthday cakes they stole the show\nSo sexual, she was flexible\nProfessional, drinkin' X and O\nHold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa\nDid I think I see shawty get low?\nAin't the same when it's up that close\nMake it rain, I'm makin' it snow\nWork the pole, I got the bank roll\nI'ma say that I prefer them no clothes\nI'm into that, I love women exposed\nShe threw it back at me, I gave her mo'\nCash ain't no problem, I know where it goes\nShe had them\n\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin' at her\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n [Verse 2: Flo Rida]\nHey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?\nMy jeans full of guap and they ready for shones\nCadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan\nPatron on the rocks that'll make you moan\nOne stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon\nThree stacks c'mon, now that's three grand\nWhat, you think I'm playin', baby girl?\nI'm the man, I invented rubber bands\nThat's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder\nI knew it was over, that Henny and Cola\nGot me like a soldier, she ready for Rover\nI couldn't control her\nSo lucky oh me, I was just like a clover\nShawty was hot like a toaster\nSorry but I had to fold her\nLike a pornography poster, she showed her\n\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin' at her\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n[Verse 3: Flo Rida]\nWhoa, shawty\nYeah she was worth the money\nLil' mama took my cash\nAnd I ain't want it back\nThe way she bent that back\nGot her them paper stacks\nTattoo above her crack\nI had to handle that\nI was on it, sexy woman\nLet me showin' and made me want it\nTwo in the mornin', I'm zonin'\nAnd them Rosay bottles foamin'\nShe wouldn't stop, made it drop\nShawty did that pop and lock\nHad to break her off that guap\nGal was fly just like my Glock\n\n[Chorus: T-Pain]\nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin' at her\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo' She hit the flo', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Come on46 ",0 -3081,Billie_Holiday___Ive_Got_My_Love_To_Keep_Me_Warm,happy,"""I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm [Verse 1]\nThe snow is snowin'\nWind is blowin'\nBut I can weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI've got my love to keep me warm\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't remember\nA worst December\nJust watch those icicles form\nWhat do I care if icicles form?\nI've got my love to keep me warm\n[Bridge]\nOff with my overcoat\nOff with my gloves\nI need no overcoat\nI'm burning with love\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy heart's on fire\nThe flame grows higher\nSo I will weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI've got my love to keep me warm\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy heart's on fire\nThe flame grows higher\nSo I will weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI've got my love to keep me warm",0 -6776,Dean__Britta___Moonshot,sad,"'Moonshot Off into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all\nSee all the wonders that you leave behind\nThe wonders humble people own\nI know a boy from a tribe so primitive\nHe can call me up without no telephone\nSee all the wonders that you leave behind\nEnshrined in some great hourglass\nThe noble tongues, the noble languages\nEntombed in some great english class\nOff into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all\nAn anthropologist he wrote a book\nHe called it ""myths of heaven""\nHe\'s disappeared, his wife is all distraught\nAn angel came and got him\nHis hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true\nHis eys were lapis lazuli\nHe spoke in a language oh so primitive\nThat he made sense to me\nOff into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all Embed', 'default'",1 -9257,Florence__The_Machine___Howl,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHowl [Verse 1]\nIf you could only see the beast you've made of me\nI held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free\nScreaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart\nDrag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart\nMy fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in\nYou are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl\nMy fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in\nYou are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to\n\n[Hook]\nHowl, howl\nHowl, howl\n[Verse 2]\nNow there's no holding back, I'm ready to attack\nMy blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out\nThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground\nLike some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins\nI want to find you, tear out all your tenderness and\n\n[Hook]\nHowl, howl\nHowl, howl\n\n[Chorus]\nBe careful of the curse that falls on young lovers\nStarts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters\n\n[Bridge]\nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress\nUntil I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest\nThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground\nAnd howl, howl\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 [Chorus]\nBe careful of the curse that falls on young lovers\nStarts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters\nA man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night\nMay still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright\n\n[Outro]\nIf you could only see the beast you've made of me\nI held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free\nThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground14 ",0 -6501,Dashboard_Confessional___Ghost_Of_A_Good_Thing,sad,"""Ghost of a Good Thing I guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck you've been trying to tame\nMaybe it's love but it's like you said... love is like a role that we play\nBut I believe in you so much I could die for the words that you say\nBut I believe in you so much I could die from the words that you say\n\nBut you're chasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you're chasing ghosts\n\nI guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck you've been trying to tame\nMaybe it's love but it's like you said... love is like a role that we play\nBut I believe in you so much I could die for the words that you say\nBut I believe in you so much I could die from the words that you say\nBut you're chasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you're chasing ghosts\n\nJust bend the pieces 'til they fit, like they were made for it\nBut they weren't meant for this\nNo, they weren't meant for this\nJust bend the pieces 'til they fit, like they were made for it\nBut they weren't meant for this\n\nChasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away, away, away, away from you again\nChasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you're chasing ghosts",1 -1823,Arctic_Monkeys___D_is_for_Dangerous,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsD is for Dangerous [Verse 1]\nHe knew what he wanted to say\nBut he didn't know how to word it\nThe dirty little Herbert was seeking an escape\nBut the place was well-guarded\nThe guiltiness that started\nSoon as the other part had stopped\n\n[Chorus]\n'D' is for delightful and try and keep your trousers on\nI think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare\n[Verse 2]\n'D' is for desperately trying to simulate\nWhat it was that was alright\nThree quarters of an hour ago\nThat had led him to be in a position\nOn the brink of a mission\nOn the brink of an episode\n\n[Bridge]\nHe's nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe's nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe's nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe's nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel—I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare\n\n[Chorus]\n'D' is for delightful and try and keep your trousers on\nYou should know you're his favourite worst nightmareSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 21 ",0 -2859,Ben_Kweller___On_My_Way,happy,"""On My Way I want to kill this man\nBut he turned around and ran\nI'll kill him with karate that I learned in Japan\nHe wouldn't see my face, I wouldn't leave a trace\nI wouldn't use a bullet cause a bullet's a disgrace\n\nAw, mom, I never though that I was a murdering man\nBut tonight I'm on my way\nTonight I'm on my way\n\nThere's this drawer that I know in a house up the road\nThat's full of things that are easily sold\nWhen they go out of town I could go and snoop around\nAnd make myself rich off the things that I found\nAw, mom I never thought that I was a stealing man\nBut tonight I'm on my way\nTonight I'm on my way\n\nI was sitting on the bleacher staring at the speaker\nReading his lips but I could not understand\nSo I opened up my ears and clearly I could hear\nThis detailed story all about a grain of sand\n\nAw, mom I always dreamt of being a good listener\nSo tonight I'm on my way\nTonight I'm on my way\n\nThere's this kid you gotta meet. He lives across the street\nHe's got spirit and heart. We're 10 years apart\nHe is up for anything. He can hang with anyone\nHe still likes the things we used to think were fun\n\nAw, mom I never thought that I could have a friend\nBut tonight I'm on my way\nTonight I'm on my way\n\nOh, tonight\nI'm on my way\n\nI'm in love with someone who's as pretty as a flower\nHer life gives me power so i'm buying her a ring\nShe makes hats with her hands\nShe is such an artist\nI'm her biggest fan and I'm teaching her to sing\n Aw, mom I never thought that I could love no one\nBut tonight I'm on my way\nTonight I'm on my way\n\nOh, tonight\nI'm on my way ",0 -5618,Cocoon___On_my_way,calm,"""On My Way One, two, three, four\n\nIf you feel like a liar\nIf you're about to leave me\nIf you can't sleep at night\n\nIf my bed songs upset you\nAnd if my arms can't warm you\nYou just have to try\n\nI am such a coward\nI could win an award\nYou may not believe me\nBut it would be ok, be ok, be ok\nDid you know you're still crying\nDid you know that we're all dead\nIs it paradise?\n\nI'm just waiting for the day\nThat I will find a letter\nOn the bedroom door\n\nI am such a coward\nI could win an award\nYou may not believe me\nBut it would be ok, be ok, be ok, be ok",2 -3950,Boston___Higher_Power,happy,"""Higher Power Hey, my higher power\nYeah, give me the power\n\n[Verse 1]\nLet me love you\nTake me home to your religion for the night\nLet me touch you\nTeach me how to see your vision through my eyes\nTurn the pages\nTell my story, let me face another day\nSafe embraces, I feel it comin' now\nMy captain's on his way\n[Chorus]\nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin', but I'm not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt's the beginnin', the beginnin' of another day\n\nYeah!!\n\n[Verse 2]\nLet me hold you\nTake me back into the secrets of my mind\nLet me know you\nCome and save me Lord\nDon't let me cross the line\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin', but I'm not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt's the beginnin', the beginnin' of another day\n\n[Bridge]\nGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change\nThe courage to change the things I can\nAnd the wisdom to know the difference\n [Chorus]\nHey, my Higher Power\nThe world is spinnin', but I'm not afraid\nYeah, my Higher Power\nIt's the beginning of another day\n\nHey, my Higher Power\nThe world is spinnin', but I'm not afraid\nYeah, my Higher Power\nIt's the beginnin', the beginnin', the beginnin' of another day\n\nHey, my higher power\nYeah, my higher power\nHey, my higher power\n_______________\n[Alt. Bridge]\nOoh, let me love you\nOoh, let me love you\n\n[Alt. Chorus]\nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin', but I'm not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt's the beginnin', the beginnin', the beginnin' of another day\nHeyyyyyyy\nHeyyyyyyy\nHeyyyyyyy1 ",0 -8687,Every_Time_I_Die___Hit_of_the_Search_Party,anger,"""Hit of the Search Party No man abandon his post\nA gatecrasher has called us to arms\nTake up your torch\nI want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward\nA radical has polluted our ranks\nSlouch into position men, this is a war\nSet the traps\n\nWe'll have that criminal's head\nMarched through the streets on a stake\nSomeone will pay for this\nWe'll squeeze his goddamn brains out\nSleep with one knife open\nYou can't out-think us\nWe've been out of thoughts for a while\nYou can't out-think us\nWe've been out of thoughts for a while\n\nAnd the warrior with the deadliest weapon\nIs the one without an instruction manual for his gun\n\nThis is a union of dunces\nWe are the new global menace\nStalking the land\nGnashing dull teeth\nTapping our feet\nSighing and humming and watching the clock\n\nThat's what you get That's what you get\nThat's what you get\nThat's what you get for fucking with us\nThat's what you get for fucking with us\n\nWhen we find you\nWe'll skin you alive\nWe'll pluck out your eyes\nAnd the cannons will roar as we march to the capitol\nDragging your hide\n Drooling polished jackboot monsters\nTracking the scent of a sleeping child\nYour composure gave you away\nNext time it's best to cry havoc\n\nKeep marching, the bridge is ours\nThey're coming to get me\nThey're coming to take me away\nI'll never make love in this town again\n\nEveryone on the dance floor is doomed\nHit the ground\nShut your mouth\nThe prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit\nYou're in for it now\nAre these helicopters for me?\nHave I been appointed to speak?\nThen I'm going to Hell\nAnd I'm taking the Renaissance with me ",3 -7734,Eddy_Grant___I_Dont_Wanna_Dance,happy,"""I Don’t Wanna Dance I don't wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI'll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad\n\nI love your personality\nBut I don't want our love on show\nSometimes I think it's insanity\nGirl the way you go\nWith all of the guys on the corner\nOh baby, you're the latest trick\nOh, you seem to have their number\nLook they're dancing still\n\nI don't wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI'll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad\n\nBaby now the party's over\nFor us, so I'll be on my way\nNow that the things which moved me\nAre standing still\n\nI know it's only superstition\nBaby, but I won't look back\nEven though I feel your music\nBaby that is that\n\nI don't wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI'll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad\n Don't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\nDon't wanna dance\n\nI don't wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI'll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad ",0 -6865,Demon_Hunter___My_Heartstrings_Come_Undone,sad,"'My Heartstrings Come Undone [Verse 1]\nIt’s buried deep within the past and I hope it doesn’t last\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nI try to give it all away, but it’s never going to fade\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face\nI know you feel it’s all the same, but I promise that I’ll change\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nYou know I’m trying to believe that you’re never going to leave\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face\n\nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone\nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you\n[Verse 2]\nI know I’m not the perfect one and this has pain just begun\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nYou bring me to a better path, and it’s everything I lack\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face\n\nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone\nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone\n\nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you\n\nIf you fade out without me will you know all about me?\nIf you fade out without me will you know all?\n\nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you\n And when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with youEmbed', 'default'",1 -1235,Anberlin___Feel_Good_Drag,anger,"'Feel Good Drag [Verse 1]\n""I\'m here for you"" she said\n""And we can stay for a while\nMy boyfriend\'s gone\nWe can just pretend""\nLips that need no introduction\nNow who\'s the greater sin?\nYour drab eyes seem to invite\nTell me darling Where do we begin?\n\n[Chorus]\nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands\n[Verse 2]\nEveryone in this town\nIs seeing somebody else\nEverybody\'s tired of someone\nOur eyes wander for help\nPrayers that need no answer now\nCause I\'m tired of who I am\nYou were my greatest mistake\nI fell in love with your sin\nYour littlest sin\n\n[Chorus]\nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands\n\n[Bridge]\nFailure is your disease\nYou want my outline drawn\nYou were my greatest failure\nDiscourse your saving song\n [Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands\nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands6Embed', 'default'",3 -3518,Bloc_Party___So_Here_We_Are,happy,"""So Here We Are [Verse]\nI caught a glimpse\nBut it's been forgotten\nSo here we are again\nI made a vow\nTo carry you home, home\nI really tried\nTo be what you wanted\nIt all went wrong again\nI made a vow\nTo carry you home\nIf you fall sick\nIf you pass out, out\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n\n[Outro]\nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again 8 ",0 -4821,Carbon_Leaf___XRay,happy,"""X-Ray Heidi's chasing rabbits, Max is chasing cars\nIt's summer, it's summer, I cut through the neighbors' yards\nNew seat, new pads, knobbies, chromium alloy, Max\nIt's summer, it's summer, it's summer on riverwood\n\nLawnmowers everywhere\nI used to live there\nI used to live there\nAnd now I'm lighting fires\nOut in the garden\nOut in the summer sun\nAnd the best is yet to come\nI got some X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI didn't see a thing but I sure was stunned when\nI lost my money to the back of a magazine\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\n\nI used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nGood boy\n\nSo, box derby car, cardboard fighter plane\n....,and paint and flames all over everything\nJumping from the pier and river on the skin\nAnd lightning bugs, and locusts shells, its summer, summer never ends\n\nLawnmowers everywhere\nI used to live there\nI used to live there\nAnd now I'm lighting fires\nOut in the garden\nOut in the summer sun\nAnd the best is yet to come\n\nI got some X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI didn't see a thing but I sure was stunned when\nI lost my money to the back of a magazine\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\n I used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nGood girl\n\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\nI used to live there I used to live there 4x\nI used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nI used to ride my bike\nMy new dog by my side\nGood boy ",0 -5209,Cherry_Ghost___People_Help_The_People,sad,"""People Help The People [Verse 1]\nGod knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart\nI guess you kissed the girls and made them cry\nThose hard faced queens of misadventure\nGod knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes\nA fiery throng of muted angels\nGiving love and getting nothing back\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, People help the people\nAnd if you're homesick\nGive me your hand and I'll hold it\nPeople help the people\nAnd nothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh, and if I had a brain\nI'd be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away\n[Verse 2]\nGod knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence\nBehind the tears inside the lies\nA thousand slowly dying sunsets\nGod knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts\nI guess that loneliness came knocking\nNo-one needs to be alone, oh singing\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople help the people\nAnd if you're homesick\nGive me your hand and I'll hold it\nPeople help the people\nNothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh, and if I had a brain\nI'd be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away\n\n[Bridge]\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\n [Chorus]\nPeople help the people\nAnd if you're homesick\nGive me your hand and I'll hold it\nPeople help the people\nNothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh. and if I had a brain\nI'd be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away4 ",1 -8593,Eurythmics___I_Saved_The_World_Today,sad,"""I Saved the World Today [Verse 1]\nMonday finds you like a bomb\nIt's been left ticking there too long\nYou're bleeding\nSome days there's nothing left to learn\nFrom the point of no return\nYou're leaving\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nEverybody's happy now\nThe bad thing's gone away\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe good thing's here to stay\nPlease let it stay\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a million mouths to feed\nBut I've got everything I need\nI'm breathing\nAnd there's a hurting thing inside\nBut I've got everything to hide\nI'm grieving\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe bad thing's gone away\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe good thing's here to stay\nPlease let it stay\nLet it stay, let it stay\n\n[Interlude]\nDoo, doo, doo, doo, doo, the good thing\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe bad thing's gone away\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe good thing's here to stay\nPlease let it stay\n [Outro]\nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody's happy now\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe bad thing's gone away\nEverybody's happy now So happy now\nAnd everybody's happy now\nThe good thing's here to stay\nPlease let it, ooh, let it1 ",1 -9271,Fluke___Atom_Bomb_Atomix_1,happy,"""Atom Bomb Atomix 1 Baby got an atom bomb\n\nTwenty-two megatons\n\nBaby got poison gas\nBaby got a heart attacks\nBaby got pain on tap\nBaby, gimme some of that\n\nBaby got a Nobel Prize\nGiven for the perfect crime\nBaby got an alibi\nBaby got eight more lives\nBaby got purple hair\nBaby got a secret lair\nBaby got an army there\nI ain't ever seen baby scared\nBaby got a satellite\nBaby got a second sight\nBaby got a master plan\nA foolproof master plan\nBaby got a crystal ball\nBaby doesn't care at all\nBaby's having too much fun\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\n\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\n\nBaby got a fleet at sea\nShe's got a submarine called Emergency\nShe got a motorcade\nShe got a monorail\nGoing coast to coast on the campaign trail\nPlaying deck of cards in an armored car\nShe got a kung fu star as a bodyguard\nShe got a juju charm\nShe got a magic spell\nShe got a genie, all three is working well\nShe got a TV show\nShe got a shopping mall\nShe got a miracle she doesn't want at all\nShe got a monument at a great expense\nShe got a head of state and a president\nShe got destiny\nShe got supremacy\nShe got everything from A to Z\nShe got it all down tight\nShe got nothing wrong\nShe got the whole wide world singing baby's song",0 -8513,Erlend_Øye___Symptom_Of_Disease,sad,"""Symptom of Disease What you kept saying\nAnd what I was told\nNever related\nSo I don't know\nMaybe tomorrow\nOr Wednesday\nBut I'll find excuses\nTo wait, wait, wait\nThe only date that's certain\nThe wedding of our friends\nI think it's for the better\nI keep my cool till then\nOne out of many\nNot how it feels\nBut how I'll think of you\nAt the end of the year\nI don't know what's happening to me\nIs it a symptom of disease?\nWish I could tell you\nAbout the distance between\nHow my life is unfolding and\nHow I thought it would be\nWish you were someone\nWith whom I could share what I find\nIn the people and places\nIn this new world of mine",1 -9378,Forever_The_Sickest_Kids___Breakdown,happy,"""Breakdown [Verse 1]\nWhen was the last time you talked to me?\nSeriously, I feel like I don't even know you\nAnd I would rather me leave\nThan stay and watch you make a fool of me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nLooking at me lying\nIf I said I wasn't getting quite bored of you yet\nAnd your consistent nagging and your constant state of panic\nIs unnecessary stress for me\n\nYou're the tip, tip, tip-top of the charts\nYou're the best thing I've ever done\nAnd the reality is that I wrote this song for you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh\n [Bridge]\nWhen the wood floors meet high heels\nAnd shadows form from the chandeliers\nWhen the wood floors meet high heels\nAnd shadows form from the chandeliers\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt's a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh ",0 -8853,Fall_Out_Boy___Whats_This,happy,"""TranslationsNederlandsWhat’s This? [Verse 1]\nWhat's this? What's this?\nThere's color everywhere\nWhat's this?\nThere's white things in the air\nWhat's this?\nI can't believe my eyes\nI must be dreaming\nWake up, Jack, this isn't fair\nWhat's this?\n[Verse 2]\nWhat's this? What's this?\nThere's something very wrong\nWhat's this?\nThere's people singing songs\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat's this?\nThe streets are lined with\nLittle creatures laughing\nEverybody seems so happy\nHave I possibly gone daffy\nWhat is this?\nWhat's this?\n\n[Verse 4]\nThere's children throwing snowballs\nInstead of throwing heads\nThey're busy building toys\nAnd absolutely no one's dead\n\n[Verse 5]\nThere's frost on every window\nOh, I can't believe my eyes\nAnd in my bones I feel the warmth\nThat's coming from inside\n [Verse 6]\nOh, look\nWhat's this?\nThey're hanging mistletoe, they kiss\nWhy that looks so unique, inspired\nThey're gathering around to hear a story\nRoasting chestnuts on a fire\nWhat's this?\n\nWhat's this?\nIn here they've got a little tree, how queer\nAnd who would ever think\nAnd why?\n\n[Verse 7]\nThey're covering it with tiny little things\nThey've got electric lights on strings\nAnd there's a smile on everyone\nSo, now, correct me if I'm wrong\nThis looks like fun\nThis looks like fun\nOh, could it be I got my wish\nWhat's this?\n\n[Verse 8]\nOh my, what now?\nThe children are asleep\nBut look, there's nothing underneath\nNo ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them\nOr ensnare them, only little cozy things\nSecure them in their dreamland\nWhat's this?\n\n[Verse 9]\nThe monsters are all missing\nAnd the nightmares can't be found\nAnd in their place there seems to be\nGood feeling all around\n\n[Verse 10]\nInstead of screams, I swear\nI can hear music in the air\nThe smell of cakes and pies\nAre absolutely everywhere\n\n[Verse 11]\nThe sights, the sounds\nThey're everywhere and all around\nI've never felt this good before\nThis empty place inside of me has been filling up\nI simply cannot get enough\n\n[Outro]\nI want it, oh, I want it\nOh, I want it for my own\nI've got to know\nI've got to know\nWhat is this place that I have found?\nWhat is this?9 ",0 -6112,Cursive___Downhill_Racers,sad,"""Downhill Racers Hold your breath, dear\nThis ship is going down\nWe're all downhill\nRunning with our timebombs\nThese shins are cracked and splintered\nThese lips are crusted shut\nThese squinting eyes just sting me\nThese veins are drying me up\n\nAll my limbs\nThey're just tools\nWe're all stilted vehicles\nThese joints rust\nThese pores leak\nTime gets selfish\nTime is SPEED\nThe sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me\n\nLike the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family\nIt's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history\n\nAll my limbs\nThey're just tools\nDuplicated, mass produced\nRunning down\nLosing speed\nTime escapes us\nTiming's everything\nEverything\n\nEverything... This is the tick in the heart\nEverything... This is the beating of the clock\nEverything... This is an absent blood clot\nEverything... These are the seconds that I've lost\nEverything... This is the slow-rush hour\nEverything's so rushed This is the slow-rush... hour\nEverything... This is the slow rush",1 -6372,Daniel_Powter___Lie_To_Me_Album_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -1882,Art_Garfunkel___Bright_Eyes,calm,"""Bright Eyes Is it a kind of a dream?\nFloating out on the tide\nFollowing the river of death downstream\nOh, is it a dream?\n\nThere's a fog along the horizon\nA strange glow in the sky\nAnd nobody seems to know where it goes\nAnd what does it mean?\nOh, is it a dream?\nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyes\n\nIs it a kind of a shadow?\nReaching into the night\nWandering over the hills unseen\nOr, is it a dream?\n\nThere's a high wind in the trees\nA cold sound in the air\nAnd nobody ever knows when you go\nAnd where do you start?\nOh, into the dark\n\nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyes\n\nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyesSee Art Garfunkel LiveGet tickets as low as $80 5 ",2 -9532,Free___Come_Together_In_The_Morning,happy,"""Come Together In The Morning It makes me sad to think of you\nBecause I understand the things you do\nThere is no one else can take your place\nIn my life alone I hide my face\n\n[Chorus]\nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me\nThere was a time, it's in the past\nI thought our love was born to last\nBut now you say you are torn in two\nThat's what my love has done for you\n\nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me\n\nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me\n\nIt makes me sad to think of you\nBecause I understand the things you do\nThere is no one else can take your place\nIn my life alone I hide my face",0 -396,Adema___Barricades_In_Time,sad,"""Barricades In Time Eyes are still red\nComing apart\nLies won't take me far\nBody aches\nThese hands shake\nDealing comes with scars\nIt's hard to sleep with all that's questioned\n\nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life\nTried to forget\nFeelings of death\nInvading panic spawns\nCan't concentrate\nNo one relates\nStealing all the light\nSpreading thin a soul in sections\n\nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life\n\nThe enemy's my own thinking\nI never let it show\nThe weight on me I am sinking\nI fight this more than you know\n\nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life\nEverything is fine\n Can I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nIf you ask\nEverything is fine\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nBarricades in time\nAs I deal with my own strife\n\nThe enemy's my own thinking\nI never let it show\nThe weight on me I am sinking\nI fight this more than you know ",1 -4365,Broadcast___Colour_Me_In,happy,"""Colour Me In [Verse 1]\nI am grey, still on the page\nOh, colour me in\nJust an outline, sketchy but fine\nOh, colour me in\nIf green is chasing the hills over miles\nIf blue is pursuing the sky\nSee if the red of your heart doesn't mind\nWhere you begin to colour me in\n\n[Verse 2]\nSomething new and nothing to do\nThen I'm just the idea\nI must be real, 'cause somehow I feel\nThat I'm just the idea\nLet's share the blue of the towering sky\nThe green of the hills that roll by\nLeave the red of your heart to decide\nIf you cannot choose which colour to use\n[Chorus]\nI'll always wait\nIt's never too late to colour me in\nTo colour me in\nToday or next year, I'll always be here\nIf you want to colour me in\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll always wait\nIt's never too late to colour me in\nTo colour me in\nToday or next year, I'll always be here\nIf you want to colour me in 2 ",0 -1774,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Red_Turned_White,happy,"""Red Turned White My bride and groom\nSpent the lonely season\nFiguring life out\nSo imagine the change\nWhen the smoke it filled the air yeah\nAnd when the north reflected southern lights\nIn the eyes of the deep where red turned white\nYou got the wrong attitude. to be lude\nTo stop and stare\nYou got me crawling through hoops on your roof\nTo a death song\nAnd darling you forgot to tell me\nI was gonna grow my hair wrong\nAnd when the north reflected southern lights\nIn the eyes of the deep where red turned white\nYou got the wrong idea\nIf you're leaping off the edge of this world",0 -4603,Butterfly_Boucher___Never_Let_It_Go,happy,"""Never Let It Go If I find that love I've known before\nI'll never ever never ever let it go\nNever never let it go\n\nIf I find that love I've known before\nYou know, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I couldn't never let it go\n\nWhoah\nAnother song about love\nGone right\nWhoah\nBut my stories are too sweet\n\nIf I find that love I've known before\nYou know, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I will never let it go\n\nWhoah\nHow about a round of applause\nFor love\nWhoah\nI'd love to show love the cause\nOne thing\nThe end, is surely with you\nWhoah\n\nIf I find the love I've known before\nYou know I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nWhoah....\n Never let it go whatsoever now\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no ",0 -7121,Diary_of_Dreams___Willow,sad,"""Willow Just give me nails\nTo be my burden\n\nCrucified emotions struggle to survive\nAnd the truth, she has not heard for long\n\nCold and bare, but sacred ?\nWho has the guts to spread such lies\n\nA picture of a willow - with a widow in black\nA child ton bear - in blooming beauty\nFor she gave birth to dust\n\nRoses covered by a layer of snow\nFreezing wind surrounding\nWhat you call holy feet\nJust a child without a wooden cross\n\nAfflicted hands towards heaven\nHow could you dare deny ?\n\nHow can you blame a widow\nFor detesting who you are ?\n\nBare of sore - touch naked boundaries\nAnd empty hands - a widow's life",1 -527,Aimee_Mann___I_Cant_Help_You_Anymore,sad,"""I Can’t Help You Anymore That summer was just crazy hot\nWe walked the fairground parking lot\nAnd with our secret handshakes\nSealed the deal completely\nBut I'm too close to know just what\nWill keep Pandora's boxes shut\nAnd so I'll fail you badly\nWhen you really need me\n\n'Cause I don't know\nWhat I should know –\nThat I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nI'll get a pen and make a list\nAnd give you my analysis\nBut I can't write this story\nWith a happy ending\nWas I the bullet or the gun\nOr just a target drawn upon\nA wall that you decided\nWasn't worth defending?\n\nAnd I should know\nBut I don't know\nThat I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nAnymore\nNo, I can't help you\n\n'Cause baby, look what I have done\nThe ruins just go on and on\nI've got to let it go now, or it will drag me under\n\nSo I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nNo, I can't help you anymore\nAnymore\nNo, I can't help you anymoreSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 -7548,DriveBy_Truckers___Outfit,calm,"""Outfit [Verse 1]\nYou wanna grow up to paint houses like me\nA trailer in my yard till you're twenty-three\nYou wanna feel old after forty-two years\nKeep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears\n\nWell, I used to go out in a Mustang\nA 302 Mach One in green\nMe and your mama made you in the back\nAnd I sold it to buy her a ring\nAnd I learned not to say much of nothing\nSo I figured you already know\nBut in case you don't or maybe forgot\nI'll lay it out real nice and slow\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't call what you're wearing an outfit\nDon't ever say your car is broke\nDon't worry about losing your accent\nA Southern man tells better jokes\nHave fun, but stay clear of the needle\nCall home on your sister's birthday\nDon’t tell 'em you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away\nDon't give it away\n\n[Verse 2]\nFive years in a St. Florian foundry\nThey call it Industrial Park\nThen hospital maintenance and Tech School\nJust to memorize Frigidaire parts\n\nBut I got to missing your mama\nAnd I got to missing you too\nAnd I went back to painting for my old man\nAnd I guess that's what I'll always do\nSee Drive-By Truckers LiveGet tickets as low as $37 So don't let 'em take who you are, boy\nAnd don’t try to be who you ain't\nAnd don't let me catch you in Kendale\nWith a bucket of a wealthy man's paint\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't call what you're wearing an outfit\nDon't ever say your car is broke\nDon't sing with a fake British accent\nDon't act like your family's a joke\n\nHave fun, and stay clear of the needle\nCall home on your sister's birthday\nDon't tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don't give it away\nDon't give it away1 ",2 -6466,Darren_Hanlon___He_Misses_You_Too__You_Know,sad,"""He Misses You Too, You Know Hello stranger it's been a while since I last heard your voice\nIt seems like only yesterday when we both shared a house\nNow there's a thousand miles of phone cable between us\nBut I can tell that you're not smiling\nNow I'm going nowhere and you're gonna tell me\nThe real reason for your dialing\nSo your love has gone away\nBy now he'll be sitting somewhere up on a plane\nIn an aisle seat with no view\nBut I can promise you right now that he'll be thinking of you\nBecause from what I can tell he seems a nice fellow\nAnd I can see you're good together\nYou both look like you're both out of an insurance commercial\nWhile I drove away you both waved from your driveway\nAnd I know it's hard to become whole\nWhen you're usually referred to as his better half\nBut you're still the girl who chops onions wearing swimming goggles\nYou're still the same girl you were before\nSo your love has gone away\nBy now the hostess will be clearing up what's left on his tray\nBut who likes airplane food?\nI can promise you right now that he'll be thinking of you\nSo your love has gone away\nHe's not expecting you to wait for him but there'll come a day\nHe'll hang up his traveling shoes\nAnd if you're still around I'm sure that he'll come looking for you",1 -6387,Danny_Elfman___Wonkas_Welcome_Song,happy,"""Wonka’s Welcome Song Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka\nThe amazing chocolatier\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nEverybody give a cheer!\n\nHe's modest, clever, and so smart\nHe barely can restrain it\nWith so much generosity\nThere is no way to contain it\nTo contain it\nTo contain, to contain, to contain!\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nHe's the one that you're about to meet\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nHe's a genius who just can't be beat\nThe magician and the chocolate wiz\nThe best darn guy who ever lived\nWilly Wonka here he is!",0 -3054,Bilal___You_Are,happy,"""You Are [Intro]\nOoh-ooh, yeah Yes\n\n[Verse 1]\nI found you wearing satin the shade of ebony\nIn the silence of my dreams you kept me company\nOn this secluded island, our bodies seem to melt\nIntoxicating, overwhelming intensity\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the one that I've been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all\n[Verse 2]\nI sketch you to observe you, a smeared reality\nNow you're draped in chocolate, tasty opportunity\nTo place you, take time to rest you on some mantel piece\nIgnite you, take time to, and everything in between\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the one that I've been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all\nYou're the one that I've been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all\n\n[Bridge]\nTo me you read as clearly\nIt's like poetry, you've got me\nWith sexy smiles, sexy frowns\nThose frowns Those frowns, do what you do\nTo me you read as clearly\nIt's like poetry, you've got me\nWith sexy smiles, sexy frowns\nThose frowns, do what you do\nTo me you read as clearly\nIt's like poetry, you've got me\nWith those sexy smiles, sexy frown\nSexy, do what you do\n [Outro]\nDo what you do\nDo what you do\nDo what you do\nYou read clearly\nPoet— you've got me\nYou've got me ",0 -4220,Brett_Dennen___So_Long_Sweet_Misery,happy,"""So Long Sweet Misery So Long, my misery\nI don't need you\nYou've only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven't slept in centuries\n\nDaylight lives like a burden for me\nSo I escape\nSent it strewn about the street\nBeyond the ruins of my ancestry\nFar past the pages of my disbelief\nI rose from my moat\nLike a ghost from a grave\nSunken in the salty eyes of the wandering displaced\nI was heading through the mist across the golden gate\nAll of my rebellions fall into the fog of fate\nSo long my misery\nI don't need you\nYou've only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven't slept in centuries\n\nSpring time came again\nAnd Icarus fell\nI flew past the numb lipped nuns who'll never tell\nThe secrets of the sailors and their 7 year spell\nI will not fall, nor will my wings ever melt\nIf I could I would wash all these wounds away\nI would surround your room with a sense of mental grace\nI would paint your portrait over everything mundane\nMore colorful than Easter Sunday\n\nSo long my misery\nI don't need you\nYou've only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven't slept in centuries\n\nPut me on a boat\nLeave my inhibitions at bay\nMy mind is spilling\nBut I haven't much to say\nI was running through the canyons\nPulse the echoes of your name\nYou were laughing at me like\nThe sun laughs at a flame\nPut me on a page in a book of beginnings\nLet me scroll me through old volumes of ancient teachings\nLet me reveal in all of these forgotten feelings\nLay me with the wretched in the arms of my queen\n So long sweet misery\nI don't need you\nYou've only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven't slept in centuries\nx2\nNo I haven't slept in centuries\nI haven't slept in centuries ",0 -5081,Celtic_Woman___The_Soft_Goodbye,happy,"""The Soft Goodbye When the light begins to fade\nAnd shadows fall across the sea\nOne bright star in the evening sky\nYour love's light leads me on my way\n\nThere's a dream that will not sleep\nA burning hope that will not die\nSo I must go now with the wind\nAnd leave you waiting on the tide\n\nTime to fly, time to touch the sky\nOne voice alone, a haunting cry\nOne song, one star burning bright\nMay it carry me through darkest night\nRain comes over the gray hills\nAnd on the air, a soft goodbye\nHear the song that I sing to you\nWhen the time has come to fly\n\nWhen I leave and take the wind\nAnd find the land that faith will bring\nThe brightest star in the evening sky\nIs yours to find for me\n\nIs yours to find for meSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",0 -2984,Bic_Runga___Drive,sad,"""Drive I know it's late\nNow I know I ought to go\nRide in your car now\nBut please don't drop me home\nMy head so heavy\nCould this be all a dream\nPromise me maybes\nAnd say things you don't mean\nLet rain fall from concrete-coloured skies\nNo boy, don't speak\nNow you just drive\nDrive\nDrive\nTake me through\nMake me feel alive\nAlive\nWhen I ride with you\nKeep my heart turning\nOn axles around you\nKeep our love burning\nJust like it used to do\nNow just for us\nThey could play our favourite tune\nLet's not discuss all these things we can't undo\nLet rain fall from concrete-colored skies\nNo boy, don't speak now\nYou just drive\nDrive\nDrive\nSpeed me through\nMake me feel alive\nAlive\nWhen I ride with you\nLet rain fall from concrete-colored skies\nNo boy, don't speak now\nYou just drive 1 ",1 -1454,Annie___My_Love_Is_Better,happy,"'My Love Is Better [Verse 1]\nComing with a lie, here we go again\nFirst you say you\'re right then you take my pen\n\'Cause underneath your smile, you don\'t wanna lose\nBabe, I got the style, you just got the shoes\nCame in from the start, ready for a fight\nBetting that your bark, got nothing on my bite\nNow I\'m number one, you\'ll be back for more\nWe\'ll be having fun but you\'ll be keeping score\n\n[Chorus]\nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat this\n[Verse 2]\nOnce upon a time\nYou said you\'d challenge me, I said, ""Alright""\nI see you in your dreams and for the last time\nShake you up, shake you up\nBet you\'ll have a fun time waking up, waking up\nOnce upon a time\nYou said you\'d challenge me, I said, ""Alright""\nI see you in your dreams and for the last time\nShake you up, shake you up\nBet you\'ll have a fun time waking up, waking up\n\n[Chorus]\nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat this\n\n[Bridge]\nI\'ll let you go there if you go my way\nI need to know you\'re happy to obey\nI let you touch me every now and then\nAnd if you want some, yeah, I\'ll tell you when, when, when\n [Chorus]\nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat thisEmbed', 'default'",0 -7747,Edie_Brickell___Good_Times,sad,"""Good Times You don't even have to try\nIt comes easy for you\nThe way you move is so appealing\nIt could make me cry\nGo out driving with my friends\nIn Bobby's big old beat up car\nI'm with a lot of people then\nI wonder where you are\n\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nI don't want to say goodbye\nDon't want to walk you to the door\nI spend a little time with you\nI want a little more\n\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that",1 -2485,Basement_Jaxx___Romeo,happy,"""Romeo [Chorus]\nYou keep on giving me the hold up, Hold up\nYou know I wish you'd make your mind up. Mind up\nCuz when we get it on, you're so-so So-so\nYou used to be my Romeo. Woa oh ay oh\nCuz you see my dear, I have, had enough\nOf keeping quiet about all this stuff\nYou're neurotic like a yo-yo, Yo-yo\nYou used to be my Romeo Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go\nYou used to be my Romeo\n[Chorus]\nYou keep on giving me the hold up. Hold up\nYou know I wish you'd make your mind up, Mind up\nCuz when we get it on you're so-so. So-so\nYou used to be my Romeo Woa-oh-ya-oh\nCuz you see my dear, I have, had enough\nOf keeping quiet about all this stuff\nYou're neurotic like a yo-yo\nOh you used to be my Romeo\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nYou used to be my Romeo\n\n[Verse 1]\nLet it go oh oh oh\nLet it all go\nCuz you left me laying there\nWith a broken heart\nStaring though a deep cold void\nAlone in the dark\nAnd I miss the warmth in the morning\nAnd the laughter when I can't stop yawning\nBut the tears on the pillow have dried my dear\nGonna let it all go cuz I have no fear\n [Pre-Chorus]\nWoa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nLet it all go\nMy Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nLet it go ",0 -3195,Bird_York___In_The_Deep_Edit,sad,"""Something That I Never Had [Hook 1:]\nPlease don't hate me\nThis ain't personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don't hate me\nThis ain't personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don't want me\nThis ain't personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n[Verse 1]\nHe said\nSins of the father fall on the fins of the father swimmer\nThen my son is going to Jannah\nNah, don't get off topic nigga, found this in your pocket nigga\nI ain't trying to get on science or rockets with you bitch\nI've been rocking with you since it was little or nothing\nRhythm adjusting to say your mental vision to someone\nCriminal customs still remain, you broken law\nOpen a broken jaw, say you ain't going to wow\nYeah she stands here holding your smoking sour\nTo her big as the while spent that you were small as a locked pitching\nTill we losing respect for a pocket picker prediction\nNew York will celebrate if the Knicks win\nAnd then we'll hesitate and the Benz lens\nTry shooting a gun from this end\nThis and that fics and facts and is missing, twisting, denying, amplifying\nBut there's science behind my diamonds bitch, gone\n\n[Hook 2:]\nPlease don't hate me\nThis ain't personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don't want me\nThis ain't personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n [Verse 2:]\nShe said\nPins of the mother falling on chest of a doll of a cheating nigga\nSimultaneously is breathing with it\nIs comfortable you see as slippers\nWe agree to better eat and now that evil vengeance visiting eating with her\nEating dinner, dinner being the inner Eden in her\nAnything to get back at that nigga\nHer ain't eating any of the bean dinner, dinner eating her with Eden\nVisiting vengeance evil her at eating bitter\nThe [?] wee slippers in seating comfortable with his breathing he simultaneously\nNigga\nCheatin', furthermore repeating\nFurthermore repeating\nRepeatedly cannonballing off in the deep end\nIf walking off is your defense\nThen walling off your reasons\nFrom all the talk is indecent\nI bought this doll from a priestess\nIf you been feeling awfully nauseous said recent that's the reason bitch, gone\n\n[Hook 3:]\nPlease don't want me\nThis ain't personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n[Verse 3:]\nAnd he can't talk yet\nSippy cup sit on sofa beside the shoe of a trusted sitter\nOverhearing the bitter\nOver here by the mirror was little man making pictures\nHitting his firetruck with one of his action figures\nLooks and sees a bird, by the open window he ventures\nContemplates, then enters\nOr exit, crawls out on to the ledges\nThe bird that he once seen is now move closer to the edges\nHe pursues it but his balance starts to lose it\nSo he slips and then he falls into a car driving by roofless\nIn the back seat with no scratches\nDriver caught up in the music so he didn't hear him enter we he fell down cause that stupid bitch\nWas so caught up in Revenge\nToo busy sticking in her pins\nLuckily he landed in the back of his daddy's Benz\nBut he was on his way to go and cheat again\n\n[Hook 4:]\nPlease don't hate me\nThis ain't personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don't want me\nThis ain't personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nPlease don't hate me\nThis ain't personal\nI just wanted something that I never had8 ",1 -9197,Fleet_Foxes___English_House,sad,"'English House [Verse 1]\nYou go with your two feet bare\nDown through the cold lane there, to Brighton\nA country house, a liar and a louse live there\nAnd go with your arms held wide\nHappiness in your eyes, convincing\nAnd stay the night, turn out every light you see\nAnd lay them down buried in the ground for me\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa...\n[Verse 2]\nThe tongues of the creatures wait\nDrawn to the fragile legs you walk on\nA cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me\nA cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa... Embed', 'default'",1 -5890,Covenant___Greater_Than_The_Sun,sad,"""Greater Than The Sun Ladies and gentlemen lights are going out let's step outside and watch the city sleep\nListen and remember wait another day we are explorers far away from home\nStay for just a moment watch the natives dance be civilized and kiss the pretty bride\nBrothers and sisters the pain is gone for now let's burn our books and find a little peace\nSooner or later we walk another day we are colliders everywhere we go\nStay for just a car-crash know your heart is weak be primitive and wave your love goodbye\nLadies and gentlemen lights are going out let's step outside and watch the city sleep\n\nPreachers and sinners we are all the same let's save ourselves and drink from deeper wells\nHatred and compassion wail against the walls we are invaders trying to escape\nFight for just a lifetime count the moments lost be so alive and cry as time goes by\nLadies and gentlemen lights are going out let's step outside and watch the city sleep\nGreater than the sun\nWe are greater than the sun",1 -5128,Charley_Pride___Kiss_An_Angel_Good_Mornin,happy,"""Kiss An Angel Good Mornin’ Whenever I chance to meet\nSome old friends on the street\nThey wonder how does a man get to be this way\nI've always got a smiling face\nAnytime and any place\nAnd everytime they ask me why\nI just smile and say\n\nYou've got to\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let her know you think about her when you're gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home\nWell people may try to guess\nThe secret of a happiness\nBut some of them never learn it's a simple thing\n\nThe secret i'm speaking of\nIs a woman and a man in love\nAnd the answer is in this song\nThat i always sing\n\nYou've got to\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let you know you think about her when you're gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home\n\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let you know you think about her when you're gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home",0 -6747,Dead_Kennedys___Forward_To_Death,anger,"""Forward to Death [Verse 1]\nI don't need your way of life\nI can't stand your attitudes\nI can do without your strife\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't need this fucking world\nI don't need this fucking world\nThis world brings me down\n\n[Chorus]\nGag with every breath\nThis world brings me down\nI'm looking forward to death\n[Verse 2]\nIt seems so unreal to me\nSo much hate and so much pity\nI can't take another day\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nIt's such a bore, it gets me really sore\nI don't need this fucking world\nI don't need this fucking world\nThis world brings me down\n\n[Chorus]\nGag with every breath\nThis world brings me down\nI'm looking forward to death\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nLooking forward to death\nLooking forward to death 3 ",3 -7212,Dinosaur_Jr___I_Live_For_That_Look,happy,"""I Live for That Look [Verse 1]\nHey, I live for that look\nHey, is that all it took?\nI know why, I know why\nHey, it's all on your head\nHey, is that what you said?\nI know why, I know why\n\n[Chorus]\nYou run around\nAnd you won't see tomorrow\nSee today, no way\nTime to pay\nUp for not having a time to even say\n[Verse 2]\nHey, it's going no place\nHey, don't give me that face\nI know why, I know why\nHey, be better this time\nHey, get out of my mind\nI know why, I know why\n\n[Chorus]\nYou run around\nAnd you won't see tomorrow\nSee today, no way\nTime to pay\nUp for not having a single thing to say\nTell me now, tell me now",0 -1876,Art_Brut___Good_Weekend,happy,"""Good Weekend First time I saw her\nI wanted to do more than just hold her\nI wanted to bend her and fold her\nSo I lent over and I told her\n\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\n\nWe want to be lapsed catholics\nGot the contraception, haven't got the knack yet\nWe've tried it a variety of ways\nI've not sleeped in about four days\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nPhone's ringing all weekend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\n\nSo we went to the cinema\nWe came home from the cinema\nWe went through the front door\nUp the stairs\nThrough her bedroom door\nOnto the bedroom floor\nI've seen her naked twice!\nI've seen her naked twice!\n\nBrand new girlfriend\nBrand new girlfriend\nBrand new girlfriend\n\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nPhones ringing all weekend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nAnd I think that I love her",0 -3908,Bonfire___You_Make_Me_Feel,sad,"""You Make Me Feel [Verse 1]\nDeep in the night, when I'm alone\nMy heart starts to burn, cause I feel for you\nI've been away too long from my love\nI leave it up to you, to understand\n\nI've got this feeling, deep in my mind\nCome back and love me, just one more time\nOn the ground of an ocean, we buried our love far away\nMy heart's still bleeding, won't you come back and stay\n[Chorus 1]\nBut I can't understand\nWhy there's salt in my eyes\nAnd I can't understand\nWhy your heart's in disguise\n\nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't find the answer from a look in your eyes\nAnd my heart's still crying, don't tell me your love's a lie\nYou're still the one who can set me in a state of trance\nWhy don't we give us a second chance?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBut I can't understand why you laugh, though you cry\nAnd I can't understand why I don't say goodbye\n\nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again\n\n[Solo]\n [Hook]\nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again\n\n[Hook]\nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again\n\n[Hook]\nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again1 ",1 -5712,Coldplay___The_Scientist,calm,"""TranslationsTürkçeEspañolPortuguêsThe Scientist [Verse 1]\nCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry\nYou don't know how lovely you are\nI had to find you, tell you I need you\nTell you I set you apart\nTell me your secrets, and ask me your questions\nOh, let's go back to the start\nRunning in circles, coming up tails\nHeads on a science apart\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody said it was easy\nIt's such a shame for us to part\nNobody said it was easy\nNo one ever said it would be this hard\nOh, take me back to the start\n[Verse 2]\nI was just guessing at numbers and figures\nPulling the puzzles apart\nQuestions of science, science and progress\nDo not speak as loud as my heart\nTell me you love me, come back and haunt me\nOh, and I rush to the start\nRunning in circles, chasing our tails\nComing back as we are\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody said it was easy\nOh, it's such a shame for us to part\nNobody said it was easy\nNo one ever said it would be so hard\nI'm going back to the start\n\n[Outro]\nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nAh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-oohSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 218 ",2 -6047,Crystal_Castles___Violent_Dreams,sad,"""TranslationsEnglishViolent Dreams [Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon't you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon't you let me take your car?\n\n[Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I'd rather\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon't you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon't you let me take your car?\n\n[Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\n\n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I'd rather 2 ",1 -7175,Dilated_Peoples___Neighborhood_Watch,calm,"""Neighborhood Watch [Intro: Evidence] + Iriscience\nThe neighborhood watch Is jewels and spots\nIt's mine and yours Let's guard the block\nThis ain't the cops It's the neighborhood watch\nIt's mine and yours\n\n[Verse 1: Evidence]\nWhen I was young the neighborhood watched\nUs get down on a cardboard box in vacant lots\nWell down on Venice Beach, you had to jet before dark\nThe freaks come out at night to spark\nWrite with my right, bat with my left hand\nHearing of a blind cat, vision of a deaf man\nBreath through my eyelids, my flow keeps my teeth white\nHalf B-boy, half Z-boy, the street lights watch\nThe neighborhood watch it is jewels and spots\nIt's mine and yours, Let's guard the block\nThis ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch\nIt's mine and yours, Let's guard the block\n[Verse 2: Iriscience]\nWatch your colours and watch your slang\nWatch how your fingers twist and change\nAlot of cats out here ain't playin'\nAlot of cats here still can't bang\nMe? I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminding me I should rhyme\nAnd not floss but invest in mine\nAnd hope it never comes to the best in nine\nBut hey, the neighborhood watch guard the block\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\nIt ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\n\n[Hook: scratched by DJ Babu]\nNeighborhood watch x4\n\n[Evidence]\nProtect your own, protect your home\nRespect the hustle and set the tone\nEntertain but drop gems mostly\nLike, don't covet your neighbour but watch him closely\n\n[Iriscience]\nClosed circuit, checking the street\nBetween blessing the beat and stressing to eat\nBetween my first breath and resting in peace\nBetween keeping the peace and arresting police\n [Evidence]\nThe eyes have it, once again it's your Peoples\nBlacked out your tinted windows, we still see you\nThe streets is breathing, the streets is watching\nThe streets start trends and end them - be cautious\n\n[Iriscience]\nBlack Panthers, Brown Berets\nWe watched the watchers and found a way\nI see it all like a fly on the wall\nAnd thats real gay, so keep your eye on the ball\n\n[Evidence]\nThe neighborhood watch is jewels and spots\nIt's mine and yours, let's guard the block\nThis ain't the cops, It's the neighborhood watch\nIt's mine and yours, let's guard the block\n\n[Iriscience]\nThe neighborhood watch, guard the block\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\nIt ain't gon' stop, it's the neighborhood watch\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\n\n[Outro: Scratched by DJ Babu]\nNeighborhood watch x 7 ",2 -2714,Bell_X1___Next_To_You,happy,"""Next to You It was part of our experiment\nWent you said go and I went\nLike a gooseberry on Noah's ark\n\nI watched them file in two by two\nAnd I set sail without you\nAnd we were carried on the flood of your tears\n\nTime pulls a face when I'm next to you\nLet's hope the wind changes\nTime pulled a face when I'm next to you\nLet's hope the wind changes\nNow I'm looking for dry land\nAs all this crying subsides\nBut I'm like Columbus in India\n\nI'm a little all over the shop\nLike those holy souvenirs from Knock\nThat come all the way from China\n\nTime pulls a face when I'm next to you\nLet's hope the wind changes\nTime pulled a face when I'm next to you\nLet's hope the wind changes\n\n'Cos we'd be stuck in this place\nFor an age or two\nI hope the wind changes\nAnd the vacuum in space will draw me to you\nI hope the wind changes\n\nI'm not over you, can I get back under",0 -6275,Damien_Jurado___Hoquiam,sad,"'Hoquiam Standing with my feet deep in the ground\nWas I nothing but a landslide in your mind?\nAm I no one until someone calls me out?\nAre you just pretending when we talk?\n\nYou should have seen me\nKeeping watch at dawn\n\nPicture now a car ride through the plains\nWhere east meets west and only sky remains\nWere you faking death to only gain concern?\nThe cut out lights and signals told us wrong\nYou should have seen us\nCarefree behind the wheel\n\nLover I am still here breaking chairs\nWill I ever be the hero in your song\nOr forever in your shadow so unseen?\nTrapped between the lines that you write down?\n\nYou should have told me\nBroken jaw and all\nCrippled in your glory\nRestless till my death Embed', 'default'",1 -6731,Dead_Kennedys___Take_This_Job_and_Shove_It,anger,"""Take This Job and Shove It [Chorus]\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\n\n[Chorus]\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\n[Verse 1]\nI've been working in this factory from now on fifteen years\nAll this time I've seen my woman drowning in her tears\nI've seen a lot of good people die who had a lot of bills to pay\nI'd give the shirt right off my back if I had the nerve to say\n\n[Chorus]\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I've been working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\n\n[Verse 2]\nThat foreman, he's a regular dog, that line boss, he's a fool\nGot brand new skinhead haircuts, thinks that he looks so cool\nOne of these days I'll blow my top or somebody's gonna pay\nI'd hate to see the look on his face when I get up the nerve to say\n\n[Chorus]\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more\n\n[Outro]\nTake this job and shove it, I ain't working here\nAin't working here\nAin't working here no more",3 -7773,Edyta_Gorniak___If_I_Give_Myself_Up_To_You,calm,"""If I Give Myself Up To You If I lay down the past\nAnd I let myself go\nPut my heart in your hands\nAnd forget what I know\n\nCan I trust you, baby\nWhat goes on in your mind ?\nI feel myself falling\nIt's been such a long time\n\nIt's a miracle, baby\nTo find love that's true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you\nI've been hurt before\nAnd I've tried to forget\nBut the pain lived inside\n'Till you and I met\n\nIf I follow you, baby\nAnd I love you blind\nWhen you're sure I've fallen\nWill you still be kind ?\n\nIt's a miracle, baby\nTo find love that's true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you\n\nIf I follow you, baby\nAnd I love you blind\nWhen you're sure I've fallen\nWill you still be kind ?\n\nIt's a miracle, baby\nTo find love that's true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you",2 -3382,Black_Sabbath___The_Wizard,sad,"""The Wizard [Verse 1]\nMisty morning, clouds in the sky\nWithout warning, a wizard walks by\nCasting his shadow, weaving his spell\nLong grey cloak, tinkling bell\n\n[Chorus]\nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic\n[Verse 2]\nEvil power disappears\nDemons worry when the wizard is near\nHe turns tears into joy\nEveryone's happy when the wizard walks by\n\n[Chorus]\nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic\n\n[Verse 3]\nSun is shining, clouds have gone by\nAll the people give a happy sigh\nHe has passed by, giving his sign\nLeft all the people feeling so fine\n\n[Chorus]\nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic 5 ",1 -2608,Bebel_Gilberto___Close_Your_Eyes,sad,"""Close Your Eyes You know you can feel the breeze with patience of a lifetime\nDance above the trees to the rhythm in your mind\nGently touching your skin inside out\nFloating on the seas, it carries me around\n\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\n\nPenso em você, sinto um gosto de mar\nNos grãos de areia, e eu a rolar\nVou rodar o mundo , mas aqui é o meu lugar\nEu vou rodar o mundo mas aqui é o meu lugar\nTranslation:\nThinking about you, I feel the taste of the sea\nIn the sand grains, I am rolling\nGonna go around the world, but here is my place\nI'll go around the world, but here is my place\n\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\n\nSince the day I left, from the start\nI can feel megabytes of memories in my heart\nWish I disappear and wake up in some other place\nWhere there's no pain or fear, is simple like 'Hello'\n\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone",1 -14,10_Years___The_Recipe,sad,"""The Recipe [Chorus 1]\nLives swallow the infatuation\nCleverly seduced\nEvil's in the stink of you\nRise and fall we decompose\n\n[Verse 1]\nRest against the sore\nPush breathe and pull\nRipping out compassion\nInstincts adapting\nSin sings a moan\nIn slides night\nUnite and spread the heart apart\nAnd smile of pain\n[Chorus 2]\nI can't show my true embrace\nNow that you're subdued\nI begin to weaken you\nRise and fall we decompose\n\n[Verse 2]\nPrey on the masses\nConscience relapses\nThe less we think and\nMore we drink our actions are casual\nWhile sin sings a moan\n\n[Chorus 1]\nLives swallow the infatuation\nCleverly seduced\nEvil's in the stink of you\nRise and fall we decompose\n\n[Bridge]\nDistance is safer than trust\nHonestly honesty's a fable in love\nCalloused\nShedding skin I start to grin as malice\nBecomes my fuel\n [Chorus 2]\nI can't show my true embrace\nNow that you're subdued\nI begin to weaken you\nRise and fall we decompose\n\n[Outro]\nShedding skin I start to grin as malice\nBecomes my fuel1 ",1 -8574,Europe___Tomorrow,sad,"'Tomorrow Will you be there beside me\nIf the world falls apart\nAnd will all of our moments\nRemain in your heart\nWill you be there to guide me\nAll the way through, I wonder will you\n\nWalk by my side, and follow my dreams\nAnd bear with my pride, as strong as it seems\nWill you be there tomorrow\nWill you be there beside me\nAs time goes on by\nAnd be there to hold me\nWhenever I cry\nWill you be there to guide me\nAll the way through, I wonder will you\n\nWalk by my side, and follow my dreams\nAnd bear with my pride, as strong as it seems\nWill you be there\nOh, now will you be there\nWill you be there tomorrow 1Embed', 'default'",1 -4435,Bruce_Springsteen___Magic,sad,"""Magic [Verse 1]\nI got a coin in my palm\nI can make it disappear\nI got a card up my sleeve\nName it, and I'll pull it out your ear\nI got a rabbit in my hat\nIf you want to come and see\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be\n[Verse 2]\nI got shackles on my wrists\nSoon I'll slip 'em, and I'll be gone Slip 'em and be gone\nChain me in a box in the river\nAnd I'll rise singing this song\nTrust none of what you hear Trust none of what you hear\nAnd less of what you see\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be\n\n[Instrumental]\nSlip 'em and be gone\nI'll cut you in half\n\n[Verse 3]\nI got a shiny saw blade Shiny saw blade\nAll I need's a volunteer\nI'll cut you in half\nWhile you're smilin' ear to ear\nAnd the freedom that you sought's\nDrifting like a ghost amongst the trees\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be\n[Verse 4]\nNow there's a fire down below\nBut it's coming up here\nSo leave everything you know\nCarry only what you fear\nOn the road the sun is sinkin' low\nThere's bodies hanging in the trees\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 This is what will be\nThis is what will be1 ",1 -2077,Atom_And_His_Package___Going_to_Georgia,happy,"""Going To Georgia The most remarkable thing about coming home to you\nIs the feeling of being in motion again\nIt's the most extraordinary thing in the world\n\nI have two big hands\nAnd a heart pumping blood\nAnd a 1967 Colt .45\nWith a busted safety catch\n\nThe world shines\nAs I cross the Makin county line\nGoing to Georgia\nThe most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you\nAnd that you are standing in the doorway and you smile\nAs you ease the gun from my hand\nI am frozen with joy right where U stand\nThe world glows its' slide underneath your hair\n\n40 miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere\nGoing to Georgia\n\nThe world shines\nAs I cross the Makin county line\nGoing to Georgia",0 -7294,Dispatch___The_General,sad,"'The General [Verse 1]\nThere was a decorated general with a heart of gold\nThat likened him to all the stories he told\nOf past battles won and lost, and legends of old\nA seasoned veteran in his own time\nOn the battlefield, he gained respectful fame\nWith many medals of bravery and stripes to his name\nHe grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face\nAnd always urged his men on\n[Verse 2]\nBut on the eve of a great battle with the infantry in dream\nThe old general tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning\nHe awoke from that night to tell what he had seen\nAnd walked slowly out of his tent\nAll the men held tall with their chests in the air\nWith courage in their blood and a fire in their stare\nAnd it was a grey morning and they all wondered how they would fare\nTill the old general told them to go home\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, ""I have seen the others, and I have discovered\nThat this fight is not worth fighting\nAnd I\'ve seen their mothers\nAnd I will no other\nTo follow me where I\'m going\nSo take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose\nYou are young and you must be living\nSo take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose\nYou are young and you must be living\nGo now, you are forgiven""\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nYeah\nSee Dispatch LiveGet tickets as low as $374 [Verse 3]\nBut the men stood fast with their guns on their shoulders\nNot knowing what to do with their contradicting orders\nThe general said he would do his own duty but he would extend it no further\nThe men could go as they pleased\nBut not a man moved, their eyes gazed straight ahead\nTill one by one they stepped back, and not a word was said\nAnd the old general was left with his own words echoing in his head\nHe then prepared to fight\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, ""I have seen the others, and I have discovered\nThat this fight is not worth fighting\nAnd I\'ve seen their mothers\nAnd I will no other\nTo follow me where I\'m going\n\n[Outro]\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo\n\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nYeah-ee-yeah!\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you got to be, got to be, got to be\nHay-ay-ee-yay""11Embed', 'default'",1 -1679,Aqua___My_Oh_My,sad,"'My Oh My [Intro]\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\nIf you were my King...\n\n[Chorus]\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\n[Verse 1]\nLittle princess in a terrible mess\nA kingdom alone, but no love to confess\nDreams of a prince on a tall white horse\nRuns like a spirit by the castle walls\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGotta steal from the rich when they don\'t know I\'m comin\'\nGotta give to the poor, no time for lovin\'\nMy oh my, don\'t you cry, \'cause there\'s no way I\'m stayin\'\nI will leave, say ""bye bye"", I\'m going my way...\n\n[Chorus]\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...\n\n[Verse 2]\nMystery deep in the royal heart\nCrying at night, I wanna be apart\nPrince, oh prince, are you really sincere?\nBet you one day you\'re gonna disappear\n [Pre-Chorus]\nGotta steal from the rich when they don\'t know I\'m comin\'\nGotta give to the poor, no time for lovin\'\nMy oh my, don\'t you cry, \'cause there\'s no way I\'m stayin\'\nI will leave, say ""bye bye"", I\'m going my way...\n\n[Bridge]\nMy oh my... Ohh\nMy oh my... Ohh\nMy oh my... Ohh\n\nMY OH MY!\n\n[Chorus]\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\n\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...4Embed', 'default'",1 -2388,Bad_Manners___My_Girl_Lollylpop,happy,"""My Girl Lollipop My girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as candy, you are my sugar dandy\nOh, oh, my girl lollipop, never ever leave me\nBecause it would grieve me, my heart told me so\n\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as Ghandi, you are my sugar dandy\nEh, My girl Lollipop\n\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, oooh little Lollipop",0 -4869,Carolyn_Arends___Seize_The_Day,happy,"""Seize The Day I know a girl who was schooled in Manhattan\nShe reads dusty books and learns phrases in Latin\nShe is an author, or maybe a poet\nA genius, but it's just this world doesn't know it\nShe works on her novel most everyday\nIf you laugh she will say\n\nChorus:\nSeize the day ' seize whatever you can\n'Cause life slips away just like hourglass sand\nSeize the day ' pray for grace from God's hand\nThen nothing will stand in your way\nSeize the day\nWell I know a doctor, a fine young physician\nLeft his six figure job for a mission position\nHe's healing the sick in an African clinic\nHe works in the dirt and writes home to the cynics\nHe says, 'We work through the night so most everyday\nAs we watch the sun rise we can say'\n\nChorus\n\nI know a man who's been doing some thinking\nHe's as bitter and cold as the whiskey he's drinking\nHe's talking 'bout fear, about chances not taken\nIf you listen to him you can hear his heart breaking\nHe says, 'One day you're a boy and the next day you're dead\nI wish way back when someone had said'\n\nChorus\n\nWell one thing I've noticed wherever I wander\nEveryone's got a dream he can follow or squander\nYou can do what you will with the days you are given\nI'm trying to spend mine on the business of living\nSo I'm singing my songs off of any old stage\nYou can laugh if you want ' I'll still say'\n\nChorus",0 -9189,Flaw___My_Letter,sad,"""My Letter This is my letter to you\nWe started following a certain description\nWe started simple and fair, once again\nBefore there wasn't any need for an answer\nThings were much different then, but\n\nNow you question who I am, who I am inside\nNow there's nothing left to hide, so here it goes\nThis is my letter\n\nHope you're alright, it's been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I'd be\nIf I'd maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might've let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat's the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat's next for me to learn?\nWhat's next for me to learn?\n\nEngulf myself into a permanent mystery\nNo one day just as the next Not for me\nIt's so confusing when I look at my history\nI just can't handle that yet, no\n\nNow you question who I am, who I am inside\nNow there's nothing left to hide, so here it goes\nThis is my letter\n\nHope you're alright, it's been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I'd be\nIf I maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might've let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat's the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat's next for me to learn?\n\nOne more friendship ends, and then for awhile\nI can breathe again\n\nHope you're alright, it's been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I'd be\nIf I maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might've let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat's the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat's next for me to learn?\n What's next for me to learn? ",1 -1115,Amos_Lee___Whats_Been_Going_On,sad,"""What’s Been Going On No one says a word to me\nThey're concerned with my jealousy\nWell, I guess that's how it's got to be from now on\n\nTime, it swallows everything\nFrom the mighty to the meager thing\nIt's as dark as it is comforting\nTo play along\n\nWith what's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nAround here\nThere goes her old beat up car\nOutside of our old favorite bar\nShe'd probably in there playing her guitar with stars in her eyes\n\nThose are some of my favorite memories all those carefree melodies\nWhile I'm out here on this raging sea about to capsize\n\nWith what's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nAround here\n\nWhat's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nWhat's been going on\nAround here\n\nNo one says a word to me\nThey're concerned with my jealousy\nWell, I guess that's how it's got to from now on",1 -2123,Audioslave___Like_A_Stone,sad,"""Like a Stone [Verse 1]\nOn a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness\nBy a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages\nOf a book full of death, reading how we'll die alone\nAnd if we're good, we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go\n\n[Chorus]\nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI'll wait for you there like a stone\nI'll wait for you there alone\n[Verse 2]\nAnd on my deathbed, I will pray to the gods and the angels\nLike a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven\nTo a place I recall, I was there so long ago\nThe sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on\n\n[Chorus]\nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI'll wait for you there like a stone\nI'll wait for you there alone, alone\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd on I read until the day was gone\nAnd I sat in regret of all the things I've done\nFor all that I've blessed and all that I've wronged\nIn dreams until my death, I will wander on\n\n[Chorus]\nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI'll wait for you there like a stone\nI'll wait for you there alone, alone 73 ",1 -1513,Anouk___One_Word,sad,"""One Word [Verse 1]\nI close my eyes\nAnd imagine you're here\nDid it all seem so hopeless?\nGiven the chance\nI would ask\nForgive me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI didn't do a thing to make you stay\nI didn't say a word to make you stay\nIf I would have known\nCould I have tried to make it easier?\nBut I didn't do a thing\nOr say a word\nOne word\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you're, you're a star in heaven\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy thoughts unsaid\nStuck in my head\nAnd it all feels so useless\nNever forget\nTo give all I have\nForgive me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI couldn't do a thing to make you stay\nI couldn't say a word to make you stay\nIf I could have known\nCould I have tried to make it easier?\nBut I couldn't do a thing\nOr say a word\nOne word\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you're, yeah, you're a star in heaven\n [Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nStill I don't know why you're gone, now you're gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you're, you're a star in heaven\n\n[Outro]\nYou're a star in heaven now\nYou're a star in heaven\nYeah, you're my star ",1 -8977,Fenix_TX___Manufactured_Inspirato,happy,"""Manufactured Inspirato You're working day and night just steady struggling\nYou think that you can make it by yourself\nYou feel like giving up you feel like giving in\nBut you're determined to get out of this hell\nYou're not the only one who's ever had it hard\nSomebody somewheres feeling all your pain\nThink of the lucky ones the ones who started small\nThey didn't win till they decided to play\nEverybody wants to make it, no one ever wants to try\nNow if you think that you can take it let me hear your battlecry\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream\n\nYou have to sacrifice you gotta take a chance\nCause that's the only way you'll ever win\nDon't want to roll the dice forget the circumstance\nYou're either selling out or crashing in\nEverybody wants to make it, no one ever wants to try\nIf you think that you can take it let me hear your battlecry\n\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream\n\nHold on to your own ambition keep it till the day you die\nAll you need is inspiration let me kiss the day goodbye\n\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI said I want it I need it so give it to me\nI said I want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream",0 -432,Aerosmith___Dream_On,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -9215,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___Not_Crying,sad,"""Not Crying [Jemaine]\nSo you're leaving?\nI can tell because I can see you're leaving\nBut if you're trying to break my heart\nYour plan is flawed from the start\nYou can't break this heart, it's liquid\nIt melted when I met you\nAnd as you leave, don't turn back to me\nDon't turn around to see if I'm crying\nI'm not crying, not crying, not crying\nI'm not crying, it's just been raining on my face\nAnd if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks\nPlease, please don't tell my mates\n[Bret]\nI'm not crying, no, I'm not crying\nAnd if I am crying, it's not because of you\nIt's because I'm thinking about a friend of mine\nYou don't know who is dying, that's right, dying\nThese aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me\nI've just been cutting onions, I'm making a lasagna for one\nOh, I'm not crying, no\n\n[Jemaine and Bret]\nThere's just a little bit of dust in my eye\nThat's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye\nI'm not weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand\nFor your information, there's an inflammation in my tear gland\nI'm not upset because you left me this way\nMy eyes are just a little sweaty today\nThey've been looking around and are searching for you\nThey've been looking for you even though I told them not to\nThese aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of joy\nI'm just laughing, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha\n\nI'm sitting at this table called love\nStaring down at the irony of life\nHow come we've reached this fork in the road\nAnd yet it cuts like a knife?\nI'm not crying\nI'm not crying\nI'm not crying 1 ",1 -7349,Dog_Fashion_Disco___Gardenia,sad,"""Gardenia Follow the light\nIt will lead you back home\nHow can I convince you\nThat you're a ghost\n\nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world\n\nHe turned out the lights, and it's far too late\nTo try and convince you, that you're a ghost\nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world\n\nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life\n\nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life\n\nTragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end\n\nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world\n\nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life\n\nTragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end",1 -3680,Blue_States___Season_Song,happy,"'Season Song The unfolding of the year\nAnd now our season is here\nAll the balances are clear\nNow that our time is here\nIn our perfect present tense\nThrough our wide rose tinted lens\nWhen the words have all been spent\nWill we still have learned it?\n\nThrough your window see the place\nLike a fond and sweet embrace\nFor a moment face to face\nIn the sweetest embrace\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\n\nThe unfolding of the year\nAnd now our season is here\nAll the balances are clear\nNow that our time is here\n\nNow that our time is here 3Embed', 'default'",0 -557,Air_Supply___I_Can_Wait_Forever,happy,"""I Can Wait Forever When you say, I miss the things you do\nI just wanna get back close again to you\nBut for now, your voice is near enough\nHow I miss you, when I miss you, love\nAnd though\nAll the days that pass me by so slow\nAll the emptiness inside me flows, all around\nAnd there's no way out\nI'm just thinkin' so much of you\nThere was never any doubt...\nI can wait forever, if you say you'll be there, too\nI can wait forever, if you will, I know it's worth it all\nTo spend my life alone with you\nWhen it looked, as though my life was wrong\nYou took my love and gave it somewhere to belong\nI'll be here, when hope is out of sight\nI just wish that I was next to you tonight, and oh\nI'll be reachin' for you even though\nYou'll be somewhere else, my love will go\nLike a bird, on it's way back home\nI could never let you go, that I just want you to know...\nI can wait forever, if you say you'll be there, too\nI can wait forever, if you will, I know it's worth it all\nTo spend my life alone with you\n\nWhere are you know?\nAlone, with the thoughts we share\nKeep them strong somehow\nAnd you know, I'll always be there...\n\nI can wait forever, if you say you'll be there, too\nI can wait, forever if you will, I know it's worth it all\nTo spend my life alone...\nI can wait forever, if you say you'll be there, too\nI can wait, forever if you will, I can wait forever or more...\nI can wait forever...See Air Supply LiveGet tickets as low as $45",0 -7357,Dolly_Parton___Here_You_Come_Again,happy,"""Here You Come Again [Verse 1]\nHere you come again\nJust when I'd begun to get myself together\nYou waltz right in the door\nJust like you've done before\nAnd wrap my heart 'round your little finger\n\n[Verse 2]\nHere you come again\nJust when I'm about to make it work without you\nYou look into my eyes\nAnd lie those pretty lies\nAnd pretty soon I'm wondering' how I came to doubt you\n[Chorus]\nAll you got to do is smile that smile\nAnd there go all my defenses\nJust leave it up to you and in a little while\nYou're messing' up my mind and filling' up my senses\n\n[Verse 3]\nHere you come again\nLooking' better than a body has a right to\nAnd shaking' me up so that all I really know\nIs here you come again\nAnd here I go\n\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAll you got to do is smile that smile\nAnd there go all my defenses\nJust leave it up to you and in a little while\nYou're messing' up my mind and filling' up my senses\n\n[Verse 4]\nHere you come again\nLooking' better than a body has a right to\nAnd shaking' me up so\nThat all I really know\nIs here you come again\nAnd here I go\nHere I go\nAnd here I go\nAnd here I go\nHere you come again\nAnd here I go\nHere I go\nAnd here I go\nHere I go 1 ",0 -4856,Caro_Emerald___Back_It_Up,happy,"""Back It Up [Introduction]\nNew Orleans, 1951. A bar full of genius players, double dealing, sweet talking players with more on their mind than numbers, converge where the hustlers lay on the sugar thicker than the cheap wine that flows in the back rooms of the gambling halls. Eyes shift to the white girl who is obviously lost, or from out of town. And as soon as the timpani plays and she grabs the microphone, her voice moves her from pariah to princess of the pleasure dome. A coincidence? No, not really...\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can't stop shaking\nThe room has a groove and the floor\nIt's almost earthquaking\nUh-uh\nLook what we're making\nHistory out on the floor\nAnd it's just awaking\nUh-uh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo get that needle in the core\nScratch that back and gimme more\nYou know 'zactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don't care if he's a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\n\n[Verse 2]\nGimme some of that funky\nThe kind that the Duke used to play\nAnd make it more swingy\nHeyey\nAnd then give me some horny\nYou know the bub-pu-ba bub-pu-ba bay\nCome on, give it to me\nHmm hmm\n [Pre-Chorus]\nSlam that bass and make it sing\nGive those strings that rip 'n' zing\nYou know 'zactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don't care if he's a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\n\n[Bridge]\nTake me to two second one\nUhummm\nUh-uh, uhuhumm\nYou, you can do it again\nDo do do do eh do do it again\nA-again-a-a-gain-a-again\nYou can do it again\nGet that needle in the core\nScratch that back and gimme more\nYou know exactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again\n[Chorus]\nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don't care if he's a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\n\n[Outro]\nUhummm...\nUh uh uhuhumm...3 ",0 -182,ANGELZOOM___Crawling,sad,"""Crawling Crawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real, oh\n\nThere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface\nConsuming, confusing\nThis lack of self-control I fear is never-ending\nControlling, I can't seem\nTo find myself again, my walls are closing in\nWithout a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take\nI've felt this way before\nSo insecure\nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real\n\nDiscomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me\nDistracting Distracting\nReacting\nAgainst my will I'll stand beside my own reflection My own reflection\nIt's haunting It's haunting\nHow I can't seem\nTo find myself again, my walls are closing in\nWithout a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take\nI've felt this way before\nSo insecure\n\nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real\n\nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing, confusing what is real\n There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface\nConsuming\nConfusing what is real\nThis lack of self-control I fear is never-ending\nControlling\nConfusing what is real ",1 -1058,Amerie___Gotta_Work,happy,"""Gotta Work [Chorus]\nSometimes it's gonna be days like this\nSometimes it's gonna be rain like this\nSometimes you're gonna feel pain like this\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it\n'Cause when you're feeling low\nAnd you can't get no lower\nThat's when you know you're close\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it\n\n[Verse 1]\nI woke up in the morning\nIt's another cloudy day but\nThat never mattered too much to me, hey!\n'Cause it's still a new beginning\nAnd I know I got it in me\nHad my share of ups and downs\nBut now I know that I can do anything\n[Chorus]\nSometimes it's gonna be days like this\nSometimes it's gonna be rain like this\nSometimes you're gonna feel pain like this Uh, no\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Hey!\n'Cause when you're feeling low Feeling low\nAnd you can't get no lower Oh\nThat's when you know you're close Uh\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it\n\n[Interlude 1]\nUh, give it to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome people think I'm aggressive\n'Cause I know what I want, but\nThat never mattered too much to me, hey!\nShow me somebody without a goal\nI'll show ya somebody with no control\n'Cause life's for livin', so go and get it\nBut when times get rough\nRemember nothing's for free\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes it's gonna be days like this\nSometimes it's gonna be rain like this Sometimes\nSometimes you're gonna feel pain like this Oh\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Gotta work, work hard for it\n'Cause when you're feeling low Feeling low\nAnd you can't get no lower Can't get no lower\nThat's when you know you're close Know you're close, yeah\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Hey, hey!\n [Interlude 2]\nOh, I gotta get it\nNa na, ah, ah oh\nHey hey hey hey hey!\n\n[Bridge]\nSometimes the road may seem too hard\nYou never really know for sure Ooh\nIf you're ever gonna make it, yeah, yeah\nSometimes the end may seem so far\nYou never really know for sure\nIf you've got the strength to make it\nBut you got to remember\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes it's gonna be days like this Hey!\nSometimes it's gonna be rain like this But you gotta remember\nSometimes you're gonna feel pain like this\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Oh, but you gotta work hard for it\n'Cause when you're feeling low So hard for it\nAnd you can't get no lower Hey!\nThat's when you know you're close Hey!\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it\n\n[Outro]\nDays like this Days like this\nRain like this Rain like this\nOh oh oh oh oh Feel pain like this\nGotta work hard for it\nGotta work hard for it\nHey! Hahaha\nOoh-ah, I do it 'cause I love it, oh ",0 -3491,Blink182___Going_Away_To_College,happy,"'Going Away to College [Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nPlease take me by the hand, it\'s so cold out tonight, I\'ll\nPut blankets on the bed, I won\'t turn out the light, just\nDon\'t forget to think about me, and I\nWon\'t forget you, ""I\'ll write you once a week,"" she said\n\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nWhy does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off?\nAnd if young love is just a game, then I must\'ve missed the kickoff\nDon\'t depend on me to ever follow through on\nAnything, but I\'d go through Hell for you, and\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place, but you\'re so beautiful to me\n\n[Verse 3: Mark Hoppus]\nI\'ll think about the times she kissed me after class, and\nShe put up with my friends, I acted like an ass, I\'d\nDitch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer\nIs my picture still hanging in her locker?\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place but you\'re so beautiful\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place but you\'re so beautiful 9Embed', 'default'",0 -1606,Antony__The_Johnsons___Free_At_Last,sad,"""Free at Last North American Slaves Spiritual Chant Gospel\n\nJulia Yasuda :\n\nWay down yonder in the graveyard walk\nI thank God I'm free at last\nMe and my Jesus going to meet and talk\nI thank God I'm free at last\n\nOn my knees when the light pass'd by\nI thank God I'm free at last\nTho't my soul would rise and fly\nI thank God I'm free at last\nSome of these mornings, bright and fair\nI thank God I'm free at last\nGoin' meet my Jesus\nIn the middle of the air\nI thank God I'm free at last\n\nLadies and gentlemen\nAntony & The Johnsons",1 -2761,Belleruche___The_Itch,happy,"""The Itch No I don't think you understand\nWhat I'm looking for, what I yearn for\nWhat I say, who I am and what I stand for\nNo, no, no\nI will not agree, just to keep your peace\nHope you won't agree just to stay with me\nIt can't be any other way\nEven if you\nEven if you shift me to the east\nRaise me to the north\nAnd drown me in the south\nWhat's left to explore\nDon't deny me\nI've got your number\nI know where you live\nDon't refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nNo I'm not asking for\nYour undivided twenty four\nI need much more than that\nSuch is the necessity I give more just to receive\nBut it's the respect I've go to feel\nI can't compromise this need\nSame as my desire to feel\nEven if you\nEven if you shift me to the east\nRaise me to the north\nAnd drown me in the south\nWhat's left to explore\nDon't deny me\nI've got your number\nI know where you live\nDon't refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nNo I don't think you understand\nI couldn't talk to you for a week\nOut of disappointment and sadness you let me down\nAnd I yearn for you still\nJust miss you around\nDon't deny me\nI've got your number\nI know where you live\nDon't refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nDon't deny me\nDon't refuse me\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nSatisfy the purpose you've got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you've got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you've got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you clarified",0 -2224,Axel_Rudi_Pell___Love_gun,sad,"""Love Gun I really love you, baby\nI love what you've got\nLet's get together, we can get hot\nNo more tomorrow, baby\nTime is today\nAnd girl, I can make you feel okay\n\nNo place for hidin', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nAnd you can't forget me, baby\nDon't try to lie\nAnd you'll never leave me, mama\nSo don't try\nAnd I'll be a gambler, baby\nLay down the bet\nWhen we get together, mama\nYou'll sweat\n\nNo place for hidin', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\n\nNo place for hidin', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nLove gun, love gun, love gun",1 -9606,Front_242___Moldavia,sad,"""Moldavia It flies\nHuman fly gets in your ear\nHuman fly gets to your brain\nHuman fly sticks on your nerves\nGrips on your blood pressure\nDrives you to more pleasure\n\nHuman fly magic touch from your head\nDown to your tips\nNow start to move and dance\nNow start to groove in trance\nStand up, you electric insect\nStand up, you electronic force\n\nNo sign of mortal bite\nJust keep on flying, all right!\n\nNow, you're an electric insect\nNow use your electronic force\n\nBlood pressure\nMore pleasure\nIt flies",1 -461,Agent_Orange___Everything_Turns_Grey,anger,"""Everything Turns Grey [Verse 1]\nThings don't seem to be as easy\nAs they used to be\nIt's getting harder every day\nTo think of better things to say\nAbout what's going on around you\nAnd what's happening inside you\nWhen it's time to change, you won't know how\nIt won't matter years from now\n\n[Chorus]\nNo matter what you think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey\n[Verse 2]\nThis is it, the darkest hour\nIsn't it depressing how our\nMinds create an atmosphere\nThat won't happen here\nUnless we make some new demands\nTo grasp the future in our hands\nYou know, I wish I could\nBut it's too late for senseless minds who love to hate\n\n[Chorus]\nNo matter what they think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey\n\n[Outro]\nNo matter what they think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey",3 -6462,Darkseed___Life,sad,"""Life In a maze of feelings\nI lost myself\nMy colored window\nNow piece of broken glass\nI can't stand it anymore\nBut i always do\nHow much more i'll have to give?\n\nLife's a neverending story\nOf disappointment\nHunger yearns, greed is turning\nGood to bad\nI wish so much to tell\nBut noone hears\nI'm always wondering\nHow much more all take from me\nTaking this, taking that\nAgain and again\nSimple hated life\nNothing will remain\n\nLet me be\nWhen will i be free?\nCrumbling walls i wanna see\nI am sick of useless stories\nNow it's time for me to worry\nWorry about me",1 -1369,Animal_Collective___Brother_Sport,happy,"'Brother Sport Open up your\nOpen up your\nOpen up your throat\nAnd let all of that time\nAll of that time\nAll of that time go\nI know it sucks that Daddy\'s done\nBut try to think of what you want\nYou\'ve got to open up your\nOpen up your\nOpen up your throat\nMatt!\n\n[Repeat Sequence]\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your throat\n\nOpen up your, open up your\nOpen up your throat\nAnd let the all of that time\nAll of that time, all of that time go\n\nI know it sucks that daddy\'s done\nBut try to think of what you want\nYou got to open up your\nOpen up your, open up your throat\n\nMatt\nSupport your brother\n[Avey in background:] Sport brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\n \nYou\'ve got his way and what he said\nTo help you shape the way you play\nYou\'ve got to get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\n[Avey in background:] ""You\'ve got to have a real good time""\nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\n\nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\n\nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\nWoo!\n\nMatt!\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt!\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt\n\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\n\nMatt16Embed', 'default'",0 -1815,Arctic_Monkeys___Dont_Forget_Whose_Legs_Youre_On,sad,"""Don’t Forget Whose Legs You’re On [Verse 1]\nThe painted faces congregate\nIn the mating season\nTo second homes, they go alone\nIn no rush to leave them\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there's a fountain and a scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nAnd it picks you up\nAnd cuts you down to size\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the people there and the furniture\nStart to seem important\nWhen a moment more, when you catch the floor\nWith a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc\n\n[Chorus]\nLike the scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nThat picks you up\nAnd cuts you down to size\n\n[Bridge]\nWell, I had questions for the tap dancer sat on my lap\nAnd she had child-proof caps on her answers\nStone blower, blow me a stone\nAnd show me that handsome enhancer\nShe had a rock on her throttle\nAnd a brown glass bottle full of shavings from the sun\nAlthough those shoes affect your step\nDon't forget whose legs you're on\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there's a fountain and a scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nAnd it picks you up\nAnd it cuts you down to sizeSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 4 ",1 -999,Amanda_Marshall___Beautiful_Goodbye,sad,"""Beautiful Goodbye I'm fed up with my destiny\nAnd this place of no return\nI think I'll take another day\nAnd slowly watch it burn\nAnd it doesn't really matter\nHow the time goes by\n'Cause I still remember you and I\nAnd that beautiful goodbye\n\nWe staggered through these empty streets\nLaughing arm in arm\nThe night had made a mess of me\nYour confessions kept me warm\nI don't really miss you, I just need to know\nDo you ever think of you and I\nAnd that beautiful goodbye\nWhen I see you now\nI wonder how\nI could've watched you walk away\nIf I let you down\nPlease forgive me now\nFor that beautiful goodbye\n\nIn these days of no regrets\nI keep mine to myself\nAnd all the things we never said\nI can save for someone else\nAnd nothing lasts forever\nBut we always try\nAnd I just can't help but wonder why\nWe let it pass us by, yeah\n\nWhen I see you now\nI wonder how\nI could've watched you walk away\nIf I let you down\nPlease forgive me now\nFor that beautiful goodbye\n\nBaby, what can I do\nOh, to get through to you\nAnd sometimes I cry, yeah\nIt's a fool's lullaby\nSometimes I cry\nIt's just a fool's lullaby\nI'm dying inside",1 -9619,Frou_Frou___Old_Piano,calm,"""Old Piano [Chorus]\nWhat's that you're saying there? Oh well\nRain rushing, window pane, oh well\nNot sure what space I'm in, oh well\nBut I'm safe inside me here, oh well\nOh well, oh well, oh well, oh well\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's that you're saying there? Oh well\nRain rushing, window pane, oh well\nNot sure what space I'm in, oh well\nBut I'm safe inside me here, oh well\nOh well, oh well, oh well, oh well\n[Outro]\nLying here, lie, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie 1 ",2 -3682,Bluelagoon___Break_My_Stride_Radio_Edit,calm,"""Break My Stride Radio Edit This one is dedicated to dem heart-broken lovers\n\nLast night I had the strangest dream\nI sailed away to China\nIn a little rowboat to find ya\nAnd you said you had to get your laundry cleaned\nDidn't want no one to hold you\nWhat does that mean?\nAnd you said:\n\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nNobody's gonna slow me down\nOh no oh no I've got to keep on movin'\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nI'm running and I won't touch ground\nOh no oh no I've got to keep on movin'\nReaching out to all dem\nTo dem lovers\nWho cannot find demselves, you know\n\nYou're on the road and now you pray it lasts\nThe road behind was rocky\nBut now you're feeling cocky\nYou look at me and you see your past\nIs that the reason why you're running so fast?\nAnd you said:\n\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nNobody's gonna slow me down\nOh no, oh no, I've got to keep on movin'\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nI'm running and I won't touch ground\nOh no, oh no, I've got to keep on movin'\n\nNothing gonna break my stride, I'm gonna keep on movin'\nCa me na stand still me gonna keep on grovin\nWhile me walk down the street of revolution\nHear the sound of freedom till I reach Mount Zion\nNobody slow me down, and I won't touch ground\nFeel Jah Jah present, an I feel him all around\nGood vibration ina you an me, will bless eveybody ina community\n Never let another guy like you, work me over\nNever let another guy like you, drag me under\nIf I need another guy like you, I will tell him\nNever want another guy like you, have to say, oh\n\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nNobody's gonna slow me down\nOh no oh no I've got to keep on movin' Woman\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nI'm running and I won't touch ground\nOh no oh no I've got to keep on movin' I said\n\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nNobody's gonna slow me down\nOh no, oh no, I've got to keep on movin'\n\nBeca me keep on movin'\n\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\n\nBreak my stride\n\nI'm running and I won't touch ground\nOh no, oh no, I've got to keep on movin'\n\nOH OH\nAH AH AH\nAin't nothin' gonna break my stride\nNobody's gonna slow me down, oh no\n\nGot to slow me down, down, down, down, down know\nI've got to keep on movin'\nNothing gonna drop me drop me under\nAin't nothing gonna break my stride\nI'm running and I won't touch ground, oh no\n\nNothing gonna break my break my stride\nI've got to keep on movin'\n\nDema won't take us down ",2 -203,ATB___The_Fields_Of_Love,happy,"'The Fields of Love Have you ever seen the fields of love\nHave you ever felt the seeds of love Embed', 'default'",0 -1791,Archive___Sane,happy,"""Sane Step by step, you're gonna make yourself feel better\nBuy yeah buy, you're gonna make yourself feel better\nTry yeah try, you're gonna make yourself feel ruthless\nMore yeah more, you're gonna make yourself feel sane\n\nCan't stop looking and you can't stop taking it in\nHead's full baby, but you can't stop taking it in\nReach yeah reach, 'til your arms can't reach any longer\nMore yeah more, you're gonna make yourself feel sane\n\nNumb it again\nTelevision's dead but you can't stop taking it in\nCover up your eyes, but you can't stop taking it in\nDead dead speech, yeah you can't stop taking it in\nSpeed it up baby, you gotta make yourself feel sane\n\nCan't stop looking and you can't stop taking it in\nHead's full baby, but you can't stop taking it in\nReach yeah reach, 'til your arms can't reach any longer\nMore yeah more, you're gonna make yourself feel sane\n\nNumb it again",0 -2680,Beirut___St_Apollonia,sad,"'St. Apollonia [Verse]\nAll these saints that I move without\nI lose without in vain\nAll these saints, they move without\nThey moved without again\nWell, all these places will lose without\nThey lose without a name\n\n[Instrumental] Embed', 'default'",1 -595,Al_Martino___I_Love_You_Because,happy,"""I Love You Because I love you because you understand, dear\nEvery single thing I try to do\nYou're always there to lend a helping hand, dear\nI love you most of all because you're you\n\nNo matter what the world may say about me\nI know your love will always see me through\n\nI love you for the way you never doubt me\nBut, most of all I love you 'cause you're you\nI love you because the future's brighter\nThe door to happiness shall open wide\n\nNo matter what the world may say about me\nI know your love will always see me through\n\nI love you for a hundred thousand reasons\nBut, most of all I love you 'cause you're you",0 -6244,DMX___Stop_Being_Greedy,anger,"""Stop Being Greedy [Intro]\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh\n\n[Chorus]\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\n[Verse 1]\nI could flip that flow, I could stick that ho\nI could get that dough, you know I'm with that, yo\nAin't a thing about the shit I came through I haven't seen\nBut when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin' dreams\nOr nightmares, the light dares to desert me What?\nGot me like everybody wants to hurt me What?\nParanoid, so I strike out at whatever Uh\nThe closest thing to me is gonna get it, but never\nWill I kill? I think death is wrong\nSo I'ma keep holdin' on 'til what's left is gone\nYou could put that on my nigga Boom\nThese other rap cats will give a nigga room\nBut if it calls for me to force my way in the door\nHeadhuntin' motherfuckas, stay on the floor\nFour-four, that's what I get sick with Grr\nFour more, now all this is liquid Grr\n\n[Chorus]\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\n [Verse 2]\nI thank the Lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift\nI'm the best, so unless you wanna rest with the stiff\nDon't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone\nWhen you walk past the doghouse, leave it a bone\nDogs bite, dogs fight, dawgs knife\nScratch, shake, and hold all night\nSo when you hear the—, start runnin'\n'Cause when you hear the—, I'm comin'\nBut I don't like drama, so I stay to myself\nKeep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth\nI want the money, give me the honeys with big asses\nThe most expensive champagne you got in big glasses\nI'm drunk so I'ma bash his head wide open\nBeggin' me to stop, but at least he died hopin'\nDidn't get his wish, and now he's a dish for the pack\nTwo glowin' red eyes, everything else is black\n\n[Chorus]\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\n[Verse 3]\nWhen the sun is up, the gun is up on the shelf\nAnd all the runners up are thankin' me for their health\nHopin' that they not around when it gets dark outside\nSun's goin' down, you hear the bark outside\nLocks off the cage, gauge with the buck shots\nFaggot, you've been lucky all day, that's when your luck stops\nOne drops, then another and another\nGun pops, goin' through you and your mother\nWhen does it all end? I found a friend in a dog\n'Cause fuckin' with these cats will send a friend to the morgue\nMany questions, no answers, just stress\nTry to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed\nWith the curse and it gets worse as time goes by\nCan't see straight 'cause I'm so high\nWhy ask why when you know?\nNigga, when it's your time to go, you go\n\n[Chorus]\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate\nY'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin', so don't make me wait\nFuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate80 ",3 -5353,Chris_Rea___Fool_If_You_Think_Its_Over,happy,"""Fool If You Think It’s Over [Verse 1]\nA dying flame\nYou're free again\nWho could love\nAnd do that to you?\n\nAll dressed in black\nHe won't be coming back\nWell, save your tears\nYou've got years and years\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe pains of seventeens\nUnreal, they're only dreams\nSave your crying for the day\n\n[Chorus]\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why\n\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou're a fool if you think it's over\nIt's just begun\n\n[Verse 2]\nMiss Teenage Dream\nSuch a tragic scene\nHe knocked your crown\nAnd ran away\n\nFirst wound of pride\nAnd how you cried and cried\nBut save your tears\nYou've got years and years\n [Chorus]\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why\n\n[Saxophone Solo]\nFool if you think it's over\nFool if you think it's over\n\n[Bridge]\nI'll buy your first good wine\nWe'll have a real good time\nSave your crying for the day\n\n[Verse 3]\nThat may not come\nBut anyone\nWho had to pay\nWould laugh at you and say\n\n[Chorus]\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou're a fool if you think it's over\nIt's just begun\n\n[Outro Chorus]\nI'll buy your first good wine\nOooh, we'll have a real good time\nSave your crying for the day\n\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou're a fool if you think it's over\nIt's just begun ",0 -4902,Carrie_Underwood___I_Told_You_So,sad,"""I Told You So [Verse 1]\nSuppose I called you up tonight and told you that I love you\nAnd suppose I said I wanna come back home\nAnd suppose I cried and said I think I've finally learned my lesson\nAnd I'm tired of spendin' all my time alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf I told you that I realized you're all I ever wanted\nAnd it's killin' me to be so far away\nWould you tell me that you love me too? And would we cry together?\nOr would you simply laugh at me and say\n[Chorus]\nI told you so, oh, I told you so\nI told you some day you'd come crawlin' back and askin' me to take you in\nI told you so, but you had to go\nNow I've found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever\nWould you get down on yours too and take my hand?\nWould we get that old time feelin'? Would we laugh and talk for hours?\nThe way we did when our love first began\n\n[Verse 4]\nWould you tell me that you've missed me too and that you've been so lonely?\nAnd you've waited for the day that I returned\nAnd we'd live and love forever, and that I'm your one and only\nOr would you say the tables finally turned?\n\n[Chorus]\nWould you say I told you so? Oh, I told you so\nI told you some day you'd come crawlin' back and askin' me to take you in\nI told you so, but you had to go\nNow I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again\n\n[Outro]\nNow I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two againSee Carrie Underwood LiveGet tickets as low as $50 3 ",1 -8322,Engelbert_Humperdinck___Release_Me,calm,"""Release Me [Chorus]\nPlease release me, let me go\nFor I don't love you anymore\nTo waste our lives would be a sin\nRelease me and let me love again\n\n[Verse 1]\nI have found a new love, dear\nAnd I will always want her near\nHer lips are warm while yours are cold\nRelease me, my darling, let me go\n[Chorus]\nPlease release me, let me go\nFor I don't love you anymore\nTo waste my life would be a sin\nSo release me and let me love again\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlease release me, can't you see\nYou'd be a fool to cling to me\nTo live our lives would bring us pain\nSo release me and let me love again\nLet me love, let me goSee Engelbert Humperdinck LiveGet tickets as low as $48",2 -6902,Derek__The_Dominos___I_Am_Yours,sad,"'I Am Yours [Verse]\nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me\n\n[Verse]\nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me\n[Verse]\nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me\n\n[Outro]\nI am yours 2Embed', 'default'",1 -3267,Black_Box_Recorder___Swinging,sad,"'Swinging If you let me join your gang\nI\'ll show you things you\'ve never dreamed of\nAfter school we\'ll steal a car\nDrive until the feeling changes\n\nAll the people have to say ""We\'re swinging""\n""We don\'t like you, go away - we\'re swinging""\nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore\n\nAre you a hardcore hooligan?\nDid you really burn the old school down?\nIf I set fire to you now\nWould you even make a sound?\nAll the people have to say ""We\'re swinging""\n""We don\'t like you, go away - we\'re swinging""\nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore\n\nIt\'s the end of the affair\nBet you never thought you\'d even get this far\nAnd I dare you to look down\nSee how brave you really are\n\nMonmouth, Cardiff to the South Downs - ""We\'re swinging""\nFrom the coast to the cathedral towns - ""We\'re swinging""\nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore Embed', 'default'",1 -7867,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Coming_Down_The_Hill,sad,"""Coming Down the Hill I'm coming down the hill\nComing down the hill\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\n\nI'm coming down the hill\nI'm coming down the hill\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI'm coming down the hill\nI'm coming down the hill\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues for you\n\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\n\nI'm coming down the hill\nComing down the hill\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues for you\n\nFor you\nFor you",1 -1959,Asobi_Seksu___Pink_Cloud_Tracing_Paper,happy,"'Pink Cloud Tracing Paper Staring Down With Empty Eyes\nLeft Breathing Deep And High\nHard At Work Calling Signs\nSwaying Strings Of Colored Lines\n\nStaring Down With Empty Eyes\nLeft Breathing Deep And High\nHard At Work Calling Signs\nSwaying Strings Of Colored Lines Embed', 'default'",0 -6366,Daniel_Lemma___Haze,calm,"""Haze I clung to a delicate straw\nIt broke in my hand\nNow I'm at the mercy of strangers\nIn a foreign land\nNow I'm waiting on guidance\nI'm waiting on a sign\nNow I'm running for my life\nBut there's nowhere to run\nThe ground shook and rumbled\nRippled miles around\nMy eyes screaming with terror\nBut I'm not making a sound\nShould we stumble\nShould we loose our ways\nMuch too late now to matter\nNow we're lost in the haze\nAin't no two ways about it\nWe sank like a stone\nNow I'm looking at ashes\nAnd scars cover my bones\nShould we stumble\nShould we loose our ways\nMuch too late now to matter\nNow we're lost in the haze",2 -1974,Assemblage_23___Naked,sad,"""Naked Awake, aware, alone\nLost and far from home\nI walk without these walls\nSo there is less to fall\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI've nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nBombarded by brutal events\nLike the rays of a sun\nKnocked to my knees\nBy the waves that continued to come\nEach time I rise to my feet\nI am knocked to the ground\nBut I am an element\nNothing can break me down\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI've nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nLink after link in a chain\nPulling hard at my limbs\nThe search party's lost now\nThe outlook is growing dim\nPraying for wisdom\nThere's nobody left to impart\nBut I am an atom\nAnd nothing can take me apart\n I am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI've nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI've nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break ",1 -1426,Anna_Ternheim___Bring_Down_Like_I,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -2688,Beirut___Napoleon_On_The_Bellerophon,happy,"""Napoleon on the Bellerophon A painful [?] love sent me [?]\nCalling\n'Round the sea, 'round your love\nFloating\n\nBut it's too late\nSailing\nAnd you said that [?]\nI'm lost somewhere on the inside\nForever alone\nAnd you never knew that I'd lied since\nAnd you never [?]\nCan't you see you're hiding?\nI am a little [?]\n\nAnd it's a proper landslide\nCan you sail\nTo random seas Random seas\nWith our love\nLost somewhere I am a little [?]\nI'm waiting for you 1 ",0 -7257,Dirty_Pretty_Things___Gin__Milk,happy,"""Gin & Milk I'm in to myself\nOn uncertain terms\nI put gin in my milk\nTo kill all the germs\nAs I pray for the day\nThat life will return\nAnd I pray for myself\nBut I never learn\nNo I never learn\n\nSee I really like you\nBut I'm nothing like you\nI try oh so hard\nBut don't get so far\nYou get my respect\nBut we don't connect\nWe're in it together\nSo I'll love you forever\nI love you forever\nAnd so it rains on\n\nNo one gives a fuck about the values I would die for\nNot the faceless civil servants\nThe rudimentary crack whore\nNo one gives two fucks about the values I would kill for\nGive them something to die for\nGive me something to die for\n\nYou won't really see me\nI live in old movies\nCloaked tightly in sin\nSo they won't come in\n\nIts like spying on cities\nThrough cracks in the floor\nThought I knew what the blag was\nBut now I'm not sure\nWhat do I know anymore?\n\nAnd no one gives a fuck\nAbout the values I would die for\nNot the baseist civil servant\nThe rudimentary crack whore\nAnd no one gives two fucks\nAbout the values I could kill for\nGive them something to die for\nGive me something to die for\n Still I'm into myself\nOn uncertain terms\nI put gin in my milk\nIt kills all the germs\nAs I pray for the day\nThat life will return\nAnd I pray for myself\nBut I never learn\nNo I'll never learn\n\nNo one gives a fuck\nAbout the values I would die for\nNot the faceless civil servant\nA rudimentary crack whore\nNo one gives two fucks\nAbout the values I would kill for\nGive me something to die for\nGive me something to die for\n\nNo one's too perturbed\nAbout the things that I would cry for\nI've been trying all my life\nUntil there's nothing left to try for\nNo one's too perturbed\nAbout the things that I would live for\nGive me something to try for\nGive me something to try for ",0 -2622,Bebo_Norman___All_That_I_Have_Sown,sad,"""All That I Have Sown I believe when they put her in the ground\nI think they buried part of me\nCause I've been searching\nI've been looking all around\nBut I cannot find the heart of me\nThe heart of me\n\nSo I put my fingers in this soil upon her grave\nAnd I will plant for her a garden\nAnd every flower a reminder of her face\nWill grow up graceful as a pardon\nAnd all that grows is her story told\nAs life unfolds here before us\nThe peace I've found in this broken ground\nI can see her in the harvest\nOf all that I have sown\n\nAnd long before I was covered up in grey\nBefore the old had bent my bones\nWe grow our children in the red Georgia clay\nThey were our garden and our home\n\nAnd that grows is our story told\nAs life unfolds here before us\nThe peace we've found in that broken ground\nI can see them in the harvest\nOf all that I have sown\n\nAnd when my life is done\nI pray the kingdom come\nTake me to glory\nAnd it's living inside me\nIt was planted like a seed\nAll to tell a story\n\nAnd I believe when they put me in the ground\nThere will remain a part of me\nCause I've been searching\nAnd the joy that I have found\nIs living in my family\n It's all that I have sown\nIt's all that I have sown ",1 -9059,Finch___Ink,anger,"""Ink I climbed the mountaintop\nI saw the bottom drop\nI'm clinging to driftwood, yeah\nI swim in a deep world\nWords unspoken seem so foreign\nHave you heard this one?\n\n[Chorus]\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands “Another way out”, “Another way out”\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nFang bite, tarantula\nTaste of my symptoms\nGasoline and a pistol\nBlood filling the bathtub\nSwollen eyelids baffled by this\nTell us what you see\n\n[Chorus]\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands “Another way out”, “Another way out”\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\n\nI've bit my lip for the last time\nThe fog lifts up for the blind\nFree of body, free of mind\nI'll build my mold up, rest inside\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood”\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood”\n\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood”\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood” 1 ",3 -6829,Debbie_Gibson___Foolish_Beat,happy,"""Foolish Beat [Verse 1]\nThere was a time when\nBroken hearts and broken dreams\nWere over\nThere was a place where\nAll you could do was\nWish on a four leaf clover\n\nBut now is a new time\nThere is a new place\nWhere dreams just can't come true\nIt started the day when I left you\n[Chorus]\nI could never love again the way that I loved you\nI could never cry again like I did when I left you\nAnd when we said goodbye\nOh the look in your eyes\nJust left me beside myself without your heart\nWithout your heart\nI could never love again now that we're apart\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I was sorry\nIt was too late to turn around\nAnd tell you so\nThere was no reason\nThere was no reason\nJust a foolish beat of my heart\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, can't you see I'm not fooling nobody\nDon't you see the tears are falling down my face?\nSince you went away\nBreak my heart, you slipped away\nDidn't know I was wrong\nNever meant to hurt you now you're gone\nSee Debbie Gibson LiveGet tickets as low as $85 I could never love again now that we're apart\nNow that we're apart\nI could never love again now that we're apart1 ",0 -5799,Consequence___Who_Knew_My_Luck_Would_Change,happy,"'Who Knew My Luck Would Change [Intro: Consequence]\nMan, I know a nigga seen me how my Timbs was leanin kid\nNigga probably thought man I had\nI got cursed or somethin man but\nWasn\'t even like that kid, it\'s just\nIt\'s just the trials and tribulations you go through in life\nAin\'t nothin kid, ain\'t nothin a soldier can\'t handle, y\'knahmean?\nUhh, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\n[Hook 2X: Consequence]\nCause yo, who knew my luck would change?\nWho knew my luck would change?\nI thought a year from now, it be like here and now\nAnd no one would hear me now, hear me now\n[Consequence]\nListen, I used to have to stay in this clogged up basement\nNow I\'m gettin calls just for product placement\nThey say that song ""Spaceship"" gave my career a facelift\nNow I\'m on the comeback trail to make a statement\nCause who I put my faith in ain\'t no four-leaf clover\nOr if your birthday fall between June and October\nSo I don\'t read no horoscopes or go to astrologers\nOr clutch a rabbit\'s foot when I\'m Twist\'n like Oliver\nWhile others grab tarot cards and shuffle the deck\nI\'d rather hit the road hard and go hustle a check\nIt wasn\'t nothin to \'Quence, when them haters didn\'t wish me well\nCause now they all throw me they money like a wishing well\nAnd when I slipped and fell, it ain\'t made me superstitious\nIt proved my prayer changes, now I got that Coupe edition\nBut they all figured only way he make a Porsche cruise\nIs if I ate blue diamonds, pink hearts and horseshoes\n\n[Hook] + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing\n\n[Consequence]\nNow if you knew my situation probably thought a mirror shattered\nOr mighta even said that I had walk beneath a ladder\n\'Til I made \'em envy/N-V me like the initials for Nevada\nBut once you turn to God, none of that should even matter\nBut to see how niggas scatter when I lost my cash\nYou woulda swore, a black cat had crossed my path\nThey either lost my math, or I missed they call\nBut now I see right through \'em like a crystal ball\nIf it was up to y\'all, I would never get discovered\nBut I chose to evolve and got myself up out the gutter\nBut they tryna pull me back, the way they did to others\nWho told us grip the pole and dance, say bread and butter\nWell you tell them motherfuckers, so much for the jinx\nCause now we\'re Loius Vuitton dressed shirts from Pink\nAnd if they had to nerve to think that I would ever give up\nWell homie let \'em know that they shit out of luck\n [Hook] + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing\n\n[Consequence]\nSing it\n\n[Tony Williams - repeat 2X]\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nI got cars, I got cribs among other things\nBut this here\'s from the heart so my love won\'t change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nI thought a year from now\nNo one would hear me now\n\n[Hook] + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing\n\n[Tony Williams]\nWho knew...Embed', 'default'",0 -2814,Ben_Folds_Five___Mitchell_Lane,sad,"""Mitchell Lane Habit isn't bliss\nSunshine isn't missed\nHappy when you're cold\nWanna be alone\n\nHe's a lot of steam\nShe's a lot of breath\nTakes a lot to see\nTakes a lot to beg\n\nAnd it's just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything's the same\nWanna kill your friends\nReminding you of when\nHappy when you're stoned\nWanna be old\n\nAnd it's just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything's the same\nSo go on and go on and complain\n\nRemember when we were\nFifteen and Robbie made\nThat stupid face all day\nI guess he made his point\n'Cause I'm still here\nWhen I could be anywhere\n\nHabit isn't bliss\nSunshine isn't missed, oh\n\nAnd it's just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything's the same\nSo go on and go on and complain\n\nAnd it's just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything's the same\nSo go on and go on and complain",1 -4154,Brazilian_Girls___Pussy,happy,"""Pussy She's a face in the crowd\nLooking right through you\nAs if she knew you\nBetter than you know yourself\nWhat does she know about the things that you know?\nThat you go through only in a day?\n\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nShe caught you walking about in a frozen desert\nFrom the tip of the iceberg, you slip and fall\nFalling through the clouds\nOf your fata morgana\nIn the lap of your mama you land\nShe'll understand\n\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\n\nIf you start looking around you\nYou know there's no pretending\n'Cause how you twist and bend it\nShe's the perfect tout\nLeave everyone spellbound when she mixes and blends it\n'Cause the message she's sending is:\nShe's ready to sell out\n\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy How much do you need\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy How much do you need\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy",0 -7354,Dolly_Dots___Shes_A_Liar,happy,"""She’s a Liar She's a liar - and she's a crier\nShe's a dumb little girl\nWho pushes to get higher\n\nShe's a teaser - and she's a squeezer\nYou gotta get away from her\n'Cause she's a cheater\n\nDon't wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she's a liar\nBaby she's a liar!!!\nDon't let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon't let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe's a girl who likes to play with fire…\nShe's a dreamer - and she's a screamer\nShe's not the kind of girl\nLike people see her\n\nShe's a looser - and she's a boozer\nShe likes to get it done her way\nSo she can use ya\n\nDon't wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she's a liar\nBaby she's a liar!!!\nDon't let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon't let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe's a girl who likes to play with fire…\n\nShe's a dreamer\n\nLiar - yeah she's a crier\nShe's a dumb little girl\nWho pushes to get higher\n She's a looser - and she's a boozer\nShe likes to get it done her way\nSo she can use ya\n\nSo try to understand she's no good for you\nShe'll be always looking for some one new\n\nAha-aha-aha-aha\n\nHey one day you're up, the next day you're down\nAnd she will keep your head spinning round and round\n\nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round\n\nDon't wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she's a liar\nBaby she's a liar!!!\nDon't let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon't let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe's a girl who likes to play with fire…\nHey one day you're up, the next day you're down\nAnd she will keep your head spinning round and round\n\nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round\nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round\n\nShe's a liar - yeah she's a crier\n\nAha-aha-aha-aha ",0 -4947,Cassandra_Wilson___Strange_Fruit,calm,"""Strange Fruit Southern trees bear a strange fruit\nBlood on the leaves and blood at the root\nBlack bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze\nStrange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees\n\nPastoral scene of the gallant South\nThe bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth\nScent of magnolias sweet and fresh\nThen the sudden smell of burnin' flesh\n\nHere is a fruit for the crows to pluck\nFor the rain to gather\nFor the wind to suck\nFor the sun to rot\nFor the tree to drop\nHere is a strange and bitter crop",2 -2589,Beastie_Boys___Johnny_Ryall,happy,"'Johnny Ryall [Bridge]\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, wine cooler\n\n[Verse 1]\nJohnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop\nI gave him fifty cents to buy some soup\nHe knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch\nHe\'s even more over than my mayor, Ed Koch\nWashing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four\n\'Cause he ain\'t gonna work on Maggie\'s farm no more\nLivin\' on borrowed time and borrowed money\nSleepin\' in the street, there ain\'t a damn thing funny\nWith the hand-me-down food, and the hand-me-down clothes\nA rockabilly past of which nobody knows\nMakes his home all over the place\nHe goes to sleep by falling down on his face\nSometimes known as the leader of the homeless\nSometimes drunk, and he\'s always phoneless\nSleepin\' on the street in a cardboard box\nHe\'s better off drinkin\' than smokin\' the rocks Well\n[Chorus]\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nKickin\' uptown, kickin\' downtown, kickin\' crosstown\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe drinks where he lies, he\'s covered with flies\nHe\'s got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes\nWell, you go upstate, and you get your head together\nThunderbird is the word, and you\'re light as a feather\nDetox at the flop house, no booze allowed\nRemember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd\nMemphis is where he\'s from in Tennessee\nHe lives in the street, but he\'s no bum\nHe\'s a rockabilly star from the days of old\nHe used to have teeth all filled with gold\nHe got a platinum voice, but only gold records\nOn the bass was Boots and on the drums was Checkers\nLouis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar\nJohnny Ryall, who do you think you are?\n\n[Chorus]\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nDrinkin\' Night Train, drinkin\' O.E\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\n [Bridge]\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three...\n\n[Verse 3]\nDonald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men\'s Shelter\nWonder Bread bag shoes and singing ""Helter Skelter""\nHe asks for a dollar, you know what it\'s for\nMan, bottle after bottle, he always needs more\nHe\'s no less important than you working class stiffs\nHe drinks a lot of liquor, but he don\'t drink piss\nHe paid his dues playing the blues\nHe claims that he wrote the ""Blue Suede Shoes""\nElvis shaved his head when he went into the army\nThat\'s right, y\'all, his name is Johnny, kick it!\n\n[Chorus]\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Rya-\nCheck the cool wax!Embed', 'default'",0 -9602,From_Monument_To_Masses___The_Quiet_Before,calm,"'The Quiet Before ""You ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up? You know that feeling...that the whole country is one inch away from saying, ""That\'s it, forget it!"" Think about it. Everything\'s polluted, the environment, the government, the schools, you name it. You out there? You listening?""\n-Mark Hunter from Pump Up The Volume\n\n""What you know you can\'t explain, but you feel it. you\'ve felt it your entire life. That there\'s something wrong in the world. You don\'t know what it is, but it\'s there. Like a splinter in your mind.""\n-Morpheus from The Matrix Embed', 'default'",2 -744,Alice_In_Chains___Confusion,sad,"""Confusion [Verse 1]\nThere's no time to give at all\nI cause you grief and blow my hatred\nFurther in your mind\nYou reach, I run, you fall\nOn skinned knees you crawl\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou're there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead\n[Verse 2]\nSo you sit and think of love\nI wait, hate all the more, I fall\nOn skinned knees I crawl\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou're there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow there's time to give it all\nI put my fears behind again\nOn skinned knees we'll crawl\n\n[Outro]\nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou're there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering 3 ",1 -9438,Frank_Sinatra___Someone_to_Watch_Over_Me,happy,"""Someone to Watch Over Me There's a somebody I'm longing to see\nI hope that she turns out to be\nSomeone who'll watch over me\nI'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood\nI know I could always be good\nTo one who'll watch over me\n\nAlthough I may not be the man some\nGirls think of as handsome\nTo her heart I'll carry the key\nWon't you tell her please to put on some speed\nFollow my lead, oh, how I need\nSomeone to watch over me\nWon't you tell her please to put on some speed\nFollow my lead, oh, how I need\nSomeone to watch over me",0 -2785,Ben_Folds___Get_Your_Hands_Off_My_Woman,happy,"""Get Your Hands Off My Woman You are drunk and surly\nIn Latino lover mode\nWe all know what's on your agenda\nYou've broken the code\n\nOh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame\nShe's not my possession\n\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nOctoped, you've got six hands too many\nAnd you can't keep them to yourself\nYou're too fat and too old to marry\nSo they left you on the shelf\n\nOh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame\nBut you soiled my obsession\n\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nOw!\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\n\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nMotherfucker\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nMotherfuckerSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0 -5374,Chrisette_Michele___Notebook,sad,"""Notebook [Verse 1:]\nI'm feelin' you\nYou feelin' me\nBut still we can't be together\nI got a feelin'\nYou got these same feelings\nToo bad we can't feel 'em together\nI sit on my bed and wonder\nHow it'd be\nIf you were mine\nI think of you like no other\nHere's what I do every night...\n[Chorus:]\nWrite in my notebook\nX's and O's\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\n\n[Verse 2:]\nDo you have any idea\nHow hard it is to act like\nYou don't mean a thing\nAnd this chemistry between you and me\nI wanna share with everyone Oh!\nAll I can do is just write down\nEvery emotion I feel\nHopefully one day you'll find out\nMy love for you is real, so I\n [Chorus:]\nWrite in my notebook\nX's and O's\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\n\n[Bridge:]\nSo many times I must have loved and lost\nI've patched up every one\nSo many times I've let love walk by\nI've let love go by\nThis time's it's going to be different\nIt's gonna be different this time\nTake my notebook\nRead everything in my mind, here\nSo I...\n[Chorus:]\nWrite in my notebook\nX's and O's\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey ",1 -4321,Britney_Spears___I_Run_Away,sad,"'I Run Away [Verse 1]\nYou took your love away too fast\nLeft no chance to say, ""Look back""\nAnd now I know the truth, it makes it easier\nMaybe when time goes by, I’ll understand\n\n[Chorus]\nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away\n[Verse 2]\nYou threw it all away\nSo blind So blind\nYou pushed me far from you in your life\nNow I know the tears won’t lead to loneliness\nMaybe when time goes by, I’ll understand\n\n[Chorus]\nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away, I run away\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away\nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away\n\n[Outro]\nLet\'s pretend that I\'ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you 3Embed', 'default'",1 -1067,Amici_Forever___Whisper_of_Angels,sad,"""Whisper Of Angels Based on Pavane by Gabriel Fauré\n\nI was yours before the first morn broke\nBefore the sun that woke the earth\nAnd I was yours before rain kissed the ground\nBefore the first dawn's sound was heard\n\nI'll be the whisper of angels\nAnd I'll be the frost on your glass\nAnd I'll be the shadows at twilight\nI'll be your first your last\nI'm the rush-the fire in your veins\nAcross the desert plains I ride\nI'm the ache the sound that midnight makes\nA streak of star across the sky\n\nI'll be the whisper of angels\nAnd I'll be the frost on your glass\nAnd I'll be the shadows at twilight\nI'll be your first your last",1 -4824,Carbon_Leaf___Toy_Soldiers,happy,"""Toy Soldiers Today I strike out on my own\nThe dog is dead. The kids have grown\nI fell asleep in my writing chair\nI drempt I'd found my childhood stare\nTo family dinner Christmas night\nWe'd cross the river shipyard lights\nBefore the heartbreak and unknown\nToday I strike out on my own\n\nChorus\n----------\nHi-diddely-o, didn't ya know?\nYou fade once you glow\nDidn't ya know, child?\nAfter the ryhme, high time\nDiddely-o, didn't you know?\nYou fade once you glow\nDidn't ya known, child?\nAfter the ryhme, high time\nThe families gather but we're all\nMere Shadows in this Banquet Hall\nI'm beggin mom will you understand\nI'm beggin dad will you hold her hand\nTo play outside was all i'd known\nAnd Christmas lights on every home\n\nChorus\n\nWe find the people of our dreams\nWe find that they're not what they seem\nI've learned that people come and go\nI've learned that families break and grow\nToy soldiers brave away those tears\nToy soldiers hope for better years\nToday I strike out on my own\nThe dog is dead. We kids have grown\n\nChorus",0 -3745,Bob_Carlisle___We_Fall_Down,calm,"'We Fall Down Cursing every step of the way, he bore a heavy load\nTo the market ten miles away, the journey took its toll\nAnd every day he passed a monastery\'s high cathedral walls\nAnd it made his life seem meaningless and small\n\nAnd he wondered how it would be to live in such a place\nTo be warm, well fed and at peace, to shut the world away\nSo when he saw a priest who walked, for once, beyond the iron gate\nHe said, ""Tell me of your life inside the place"", and the priest replied\n\nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up\nDisappointment followed him home, he\'d hoped for so much more\nBut he saw himself in a light he had never seen before\n\'Cause if the priest who fell could find the grace of God to be enough\nThen there must be some hope for the rest of us\nThere must be some hope left for us\n\n\'Cause we fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up\n\nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nYeah, the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up\n\nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up\n\nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\n We fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\n\nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nYeah, the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get upEmbed', 'default'",2 -8861,Fall_Out_Boy___Beat_It,anger,"'Beat It [Verse 1]\nThey told him, ""Don\'t you ever come around here\nDon\'t wanna see your face, you better disappear""\nThe fire\'s in their eyes and their words are really clear\nSo beat it, just beat it\nYou better run, you better do what you can\nDon\'t wanna see no blood, don\'t be a macho man\nYou wanna be tough, better do what you can\nSo beat it, but you wanna be bad\n\n[Chorus]\nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\n[Verse 2]\nThey\'re out to get you, better leave while you can\nDon\'t wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man\nYou wanna stay alive, better do what you can\nSo beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nYou have to show them that you\'re really not scared\nYou\'re playin\' with your life, this ain\'t no truth or dare\nThey\'ll kick you, then they\'ll beat you, then they\'ll tell you it\'s fair\nSo beat it, but you wanna be bad\n\n[Chorus]\nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, uh uh\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, uh uh uh uh\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n [Chorus]\nBeat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\n\nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\n\nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it, just beat it\nJust beat it, just beat it\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it...3Embed', 'default'",3 -1400,Anita_Baker___Youre_My_Everything,happy,"""You’re My Everything [Verse 1]\nGot the sun in the morning\nI got the moon at night\nI got your arms around me, everything's alright\nHolding you tight is how I'd like to spend the\nThe rest of my life\nFeel the warm breeze blowing\nDown through the trees\nI've got your love beside me, child, that's all I need\nMy heart and soul is wide open to you\nNobody but you, sweet baby\nNo one but you, yeah\n[Chorus]\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust want to hold you\nHow I adore you\nYou've got that special touch that I long for oh so much\nOh, I'm amazed at how you right all that's wrong in my world\nAll I am and I hope to be\nIs 'cause of you and what you do\nYou bring out the best in me\nMy heart and soul is wide open, darling\nNobody but you, sweet baby\nNo one but you\nYeah you\n\n[Chorus]\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything\nSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 [Bridge]\nBaby baby baby, oh yeah, yes\nChild, you possess all that a true love should be\n'Cause I'm forever loving you, you keep loving me\nYeah, oh me, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything\n\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything\n\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you're my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you're my everything... ",0 -8265,Eminem___Sing_For_The_Moment,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -1412,Anna_Nalick___Breathe_2_AM,sad,"'Breathe 2 AM [Verse 1]\n2 AM and she calls me \'cause I\'m still awake\n""Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?\nI don\'t love him, Winter just wasn\'t my season""\nYeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing, their eyes\nLike they have any right at all to criticize\nHypocrites, you\'re all here for the very same reason\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause you can\'t jump the track, we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button, girl\nSo cradle your head in your hands\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\n[Verse 2]\nMay, he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss\n""Just a day,"" he said down to the flask in his fist\nAin\'t been sober since maybe October of last year\nHere in town, you can tell he\'s been down for a while\nBut, my God, it\'s so beautiful when the boy smiles\nWanna hold him, maybe I\'ll just sing about it\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause you can\'t jump the track, we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button, boys\nSo cradle your head in your hands\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\n\n[Bridge]\n""There\'s a light at each end of this tunnel"" you shout\n""\'Cause you\'re just as far in as you\'ll ever be out\nAnd these mistakes you\'ve made, you\'ll just make them again""\nIf you only try turning around\n\n[Breakdown]\n2 AM and I\'m still awake, writing a song\nIf I get it all down on paper, it\'s no longer inside of me\nThreatening the life it belongs to\nAnd I feel like I\'m naked in front of the crowd\n\'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud\nAnd I know that you\'ll use them however you want to\n [Chorus]\nBut you can\'t jump the track, , we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button now\nSing it if you understand\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\n\n[Outro]\nOh, breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh, oh17Embed', 'default'",1 -7724,Eddie_Money___Two_Tickets_To_Paradise,happy,"""Two Tickets to Paradise [Verse 1]\nI've got a surprise\nEspecially for you\nSomethin' that both of us\nHave always wanted to do\n\n[Bridge]\nWe've waited so long\nWaited so long\nWe've waited so long\nWe've waited so long\n[Verse 2]\nI'm gonna take you on a trip\nSo far from here\nI've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby\nWe're gonna disappear\n\n[Bridge]\nWe've waited so long\nWe've waited so long\nWe've waited so long\nWe've waited so long\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nWon't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nI've got two tickets to paradise\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n1:31 - 2:27\n\n[Vocal Break]\nOh oh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh ohh\nWoh oh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh ohh\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm gonna take you on a trip\nSo far from here\nI've got two tickets in my pocket, baby\nWe'll disappear\nKnow why?\n [Bridge]\nWe've waited so long\nWaited so long\nWe've waited so long\nWe've waited so long\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nWon't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nWon't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nWon't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight\nI've got two tickets to paradise\nI've got two tickets to paradise2 ",0 -8032,Elliot_Smith___Angeles,calm,"'Angeles [Verse 1]\nSomeone\'s always coming around here, trailing some new kill\nSays, ""I\'ve seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill""\nWhat\'s a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill\n\n[Chorus]\nSo glad to meet you\nAngeles\n\n[Verse 2]\nPicking up the ticket shows there\'s money to be made\nGo on, lose the gamble that\'s the history of the trade\nDid you add up all the cards left to play to zero\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd sign up with evil\nAngeles?\nDon\'t start me trying now\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh\n\'Cause I\'m all over it, Angeles\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can make you satisfied in everything you do\nAll your secret wishes could right now be coming true\nAnd be forever with my poison arms around you\n\n[Chorus 3]\nNo one\'s gonna fool around with us\nNo one\'s gonna fool around with us\nSo glad to meet you\nAngeles 15Embed', 'default'",2 -4002,Boy_Kill_Boy___Kidda_Kidda,happy,"""Kidda Kidda Gone, missing are the lost\nAnd lonely eyes\nWell, isn't that to come\nAs no surprise\nWell it came to me\nSunlight, begging me to leave\nThis room and grow\nAnd the carpet, leading us\nTo God knows who might know\nIt waits for you\nAnd it waits for me too\nThat's just the way it goes\nStars won't tell me how I move\nIt's all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too\n\nSo, isn't it a wonder no one knows?\nThe code, entry to the cold and empty soul\nWell it came to me\nStarlight, begging me to leave\nThis room and grow\nAnd the streetlights, leading us\nTo God knows who might know\nIt waits for you\nAnd it waits for me too\n\nThat's just the way it goes\nStars won't tell me how I move\nIt's all just a matter of time\nAnd that's just the way I feel\nFools won't fool me now I know\nIt's all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too\n\nThat's just the way it goes\nStars won't tell me how I move\nIt's all just a matter of time\nAnd that's just the way I feel\nFools won't fool me now I know\nIt's all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too",0 -4393,Brooke_Fraser___Deciphering_Me,calm,"""Deciphering Me Friend, it's getting late\nWe should be going\nWe've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours\nWhile I am cracking their code, you are deciphering me\nFor I am a mystery, I am a locked room in a tall tower\n\nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong\n\nYour telescope eyes see everything clearly\nMy vision is blurred but I know what I heard echoing all around\nWell I am tuning you in, you are deciphering me\nNot such a mystery, not such a faint and far away sound\nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong\n\nIt's love, it's love that holds us\nWe will be alright\nIt's truth, it's truth that shows us\nIf we'll walk in its light\nIt's love, it's love that holds us\nWe will be alright\nIt's truth, it's truth that shows us\nIf we'll walk in His light\n\nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong\nWe belong\nWe belong",2 -6273,Damien_Jurado___I_Am_Still_Here,sad,"'I Am Still Here I stood alone there in the driveway\n\'Til I saw your headlights fade\nAnd disappear\nBurn out like stars\nA Chevrolet train that rolls in the night\n\nI must have had a hundred nightmares\nOf you falling asleep at the wheel\nI send my prayers\nWhere are you now?\nI am still here and going nowhere\nHere is a photo of our first baby\nHere is a photo of our wedding day\nNothing has changed\nMy love still the same\nI am still here and here I remain\n\nWhen you come back we\'ll have a party\nWe\'ll hang up the Christmas lights\nYou\'ll be my bride\nI\'ll be your groom\nI love you so much, please make it home soon\n\nYour mother said that you called this morning\n""Tell him I love him, but I am not returning"" Embed', 'default'",1 -1465,Annie_Lennox___The_Saddest_Song_Ive_Got,sad,"""The Saddest Song I’ve Got Darling are your feeling\nThe same thing that I'm seeing?\nThe troubles of the day\nTook my breath away\nTook my breath away\n\nNow you're no longer talking\nAnd I'm no longing hearing\nThere's nothing left to say\nSaid it anyway\nSaid it anyway\nAnd I want you not\nI need you not\nI'm dying 'cause this is the saddest song I've got\nThe saddest song I've got\n\nDarling are you healing\nFrom all those scars appearing?\nAnd don't it hurt a lot?\nDon't know how to stop\nDon't know how it stops\n\nNow there's no sense in seeing\nThe colors of the morning\nCan't hold the clouds at bay\nChase them all away\nChase them all away\n\nAnd I'm frozen still\nUnspoken still\nHearts broken\nRemembering something I forgot\nSomething I forgot",1 -2760,Belleruche___Anything_You_Want_Not_That,happy,"""Anything You Want Not That Tried to deny I had a weakness for you\nTried to hide I did the best I could do\nBut you weren't to be convinced or fooled\nIn no time I couldn't get enough of you\nWe spent some time doing one thing or another\nNever really mattered as long as we were together\nI was impressed your tricks worked a treat\nRealised too late I shouldn't tell you how I feel\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nForgive the doe eyed relentless attention\nIf it's on I'm on and there's no more use in pretending\nClose to the chase it's clear you've had fun playing\nSome liberties well you've surely been taking\nNow you blew me away with your quick turn around\nClocked a reaction I was least expecting\nRealised too late if I wanted to keep you\nI'll have to be good at treating you mean\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nOh\nI can't deny we had something good\nNever see it coming when it coming when it turns on you\nBefore I knew it I was in too deep, what can I say\nSomething's just ain't meant to be there\nThis is trouble and ain't going nowhere\nGood riddens to you if that's how you play it\nIt stops right here I'm throwing you back in\nThis is a story where no one ever wins\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nYes I did\nI went and fell for you\nYes I did\nI went and fell for you",0 -7602,Duran_Duran___Taste_The_Summer,happy,"""Taste The Summer [Intro]\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\n\n[Chorus]\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\n[Verse 1]\nCan you, can you taste the summer?\nI do, I find it in your mouth\nNow if I have a weakness it's for sweetness\nAnd it's... floating on your breath, the sweetest melody\n\n[Chorus]\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\n\n[Verse 2]\nSure we can make it till the evenings\nCool haze is reflected off your thighs\nLong days are coming up and staying up and playing\nMusic of the falling stars, a melody melody...\n\n[Chorus]\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nSee Duran Duran LiveGet tickets as low as $102 Summer, summer\nSummer, summer\n\n[Verse 3]\nWild orchid in the wind you know just where it's blowing\nSo fresh\nFrom your lips is born a melody melody, melody\n\n[Outro]\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer? Taste the summer\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nTaste the summer ",0 -1047,American_Music_Club___The_Confidential_Agent,sad,"'The Confidential Agent Take the velvet line for comfort\nHigh above the water, feel disconnected and free\nTired of hopes that I just can\'t run from\nI travel in secret, I know they\'re pursuing me\n\nMorning that falls represents a weak link\nAfter is after night\'s work is done\nThere\'s no sun, just a grey horizon\nHiding from heaven another frozen world\n\nWatch the ship hold to its course\nAs an act of devotion\nAnd me, I\'m lost at sea\nGoing through the motions\nGave all my passion to the ocean\nShe holds it for me in reserve\nMy word is gone into remission\nYour love\'s a tragedy that I don\'t deserve\n\nShe said, ""You\'re only growing now.""\nShe said, ""Soon have we begun, then she can have you\nBut until then, you\'re mine.""\n\nI watch her hold to her course\nAs an act of devotion\nAnd me, I\'m riding high\nGoing through\n\nSeems like every flash in her eye\'s\nAn act of devotion\nAnd me I\'m lost in her hands\nGoing through the motions\n\nShore far away off the port side\nShore far away off the bow\nShore far away off the starboard side\nShore far away from now Embed', 'default'",1 -1391,Animal_Collective___Leaf_House,happy,"""Leaf House This house is sad\nBecause he’s not\nInside it\n\nWhere does he hide\nWhen someone comes\nTo the front door\nThere’s no one, there’s no one, there's no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one to show me how\nKitties\nMeow, kitties\nMeow 5 ",0 -3663,Blue_Rodeo___Rena,sad,"""Rena [Verse 1]\nI got my plans\nFrom trembling hands\nI knew just what to do\nFollow each step carefully\nAnd hope they pulled me through\nMy father ran to different lands\nAnd not a word we spoke\nBut I was here to conquer fear\nAnd bring some glory home\n[Chorus]\nThere's a world of hate and sorrow\nOut there standing in your way\nThere's a load of compromise before you die\nAnd each time you step forward you get burned a little bit\nNo longer know the way to say goodbye\nI'm down here underneath your bedroom light\nOh, Rena, please come out with me tonight\n\n[Verse 2]\nI look in through the window\nAnd I thought I'd take my chance\nI taught myself to play\nSo I could be where people danced\nNo higher call than stars that fall\nI waited patiently\nA thousand miles of pavement that became my destiny\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can wait a lonely lifetime\nWondering when it's gonna come\nYou can while away the hours getting stoned\nBut one day you get lucky\nAnd you look in someone's eyes\nThat tell you you don't have to be alone\nNow I'm falling back just out of your sight\nRena, please come out with me tonight\n [Bridge]\nOh, now I know the way things go\nAnd what I put you through\n'Cause when they try to get to me\nThey get to me through you\n\n[Chorus]\nI know it's not the kind of hurt that's easily set right\nAnd I know you got your reasons to stay inside\nBut nothing ever happens when it's left out on its own\nYou locked in there with just your wounded pride\nI'm down here and I'm way too tired to fight\nRena, please come out with me tonight\nOh, Rena, please come out with me tonight ",1 -5650,Colbie_Caillat___Breakin_At_The_Cracks,sad,"""Breakin’ at the Cracks [Verse 1]\nI think you took my heart away\nWhen you said you're leaving\n'Cause right now, I am hurting all over again and\nI never thought that I'd be in this places, this a mistake\nAnd now I don't know how much more that I can take\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm breakin' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt's another heart attack\nAnd I can't handle that\nLove, I need you back\n[Verse 2]\nI know that I'll get through this\nThe feeling's stronger somehow\nI got my feet back on the ground\nAnd I'm turning around\nAnd I'll be everything you always said that I could be\nIf only you'll be waiting right here for me patiently\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm breakin' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt's another heart attack\nAnd I can't handle that\nLove, I need you back\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, whenever would I take you back\nMy heart was filled with love\nAnd I wipe these tears and I will laugh\nIf only I could make it last\nMake it last\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm breakin' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt's another heart attack\nAnd I can't handle that\nLove, I need you back\n [Outro]\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you, I need you\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nLove, I need you\nLove, I need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back ",1 -2445,Barbara_Mandrell___Years,happy,"""Years [Verse 1]\nFaded photographs\nThe feelings all come back\nEven now sometimes\nYou feel so near\nAnd I still see your face\nLike it was yesterday\nIt's strange how the days turned into years\n\n[Chorus]\nYears of hanging on Hanging on\nTo dreams are already gone\nYears of wishing you were here\nAfter all this time All this time\nYou'd think I wouldn't cry\nIt's just that I still love you after all these years\n[Verse 2]\nNighttime gently falls\nAnother day is gone\nI turn around to find you're still not here\nI leave the hall light on\nIn case you come back home\nBut I've been saying that for years\n\n[Chorus]\nYears of hanging on Hanging on\nTo dreams are already gone\nYears of wishing you were here\nAfter all this time All this time\nYou'd think I wouldn't cry\nIt's just that I still love you after all these years\n\n[Outro]\nAfter all these years",0 -6133,Cut_Off_Your_Hands___Oh_Girl,happy,"""Oh Girl Oh Girl\nI want to see you tonight\nOh it's been days since I held your hand you know\nIt feels like years if you understand\n\nOh girl\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh we can do things that we've never done\nWe can just talk it can be such fun\n\nOh darling\nOh won't you come and stand next to me\nOh let me whisper in you ear\nPeople see then, I don't care\nOh girl\nCan you come over tonight\nOh tell me those words that I want to hear\nYou can just whisper in my ear..\n\nDon't you know that life depends on a night with only you?\nDon't you think that you'd like to stay with me, too?\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I'm waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it's true..\n\nOh Girl\nThe way you look it just blows my mind\nAll that I want is to be next to you\nSo tell me babe, what time's best for you\n\nOh Darling\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh we can do things that we've never done\nWe can just talk it can be such fun\n\nDon't you know that life depends on a night with only you\nDon't you think that you'd like to stay with me, too\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I'm waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it's true..\n Oh-oh-oh\n\nDon't you know that life depends on a night with only you?\nDon't you think that you'd like to stay with me, too\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I'm waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it's true..\n\nOh Girl\nI want to see you tonight\nOh it's been days since I held your hand you know\nIt feels like years since you understand\n\nOh girl\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh tell me those words that I want to hear\nYou can just whisper in my ear..\n\nOh Girl.. ",0 -7700,Echoing_Green__The___Seaside,sad,"'Seaside All the flowers in the field of hours\nHave withered away\nAnd the sky that used to light our lives\nIs ashen grey\nAs the clouds kiss the faultline\nAnd look back as if to say...\n""There\'s nothing to see here...""\nThere\'s nothing to feel here\n\nAnd our dreams left like children by the wayside\nAnd our psalms\nSung like secrets by the seaside\nCould heaven come more quickly\nAnd lift us from the embers\nAnd the cinders that we remember\nOf the fires that killed out hearts\nAnd left us withered and grey\nThere\'s a tear inside of all our lives\nThat time won\'t mend\nThere\'s a shroud around our saddened eyes\nHere at the end\n\nYet our hopes shine like beacons\nIn the half-light\nAnd our prayers-violent wispers\nBy the seaside Embed', 'default'",1 -8666,Everclear___I_Will_Buy_You_A_New_Life,happy,"""I Will Buy You a New Life [Intro]\nMmmm....oh\nYeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nHere is the money that I owe you\nYeah, so you can pay the bills\nI will give you more when I get paid again\nI hate those people who love to tell you\nMoney is the root of all that kills\nThey have never been poor\nThey have never had the joy of a welfare Christmas\n[Bridge]\nYeah\nI know we will never look back\nYeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou say you wake up crying\nYes, and you don't know why\nYou get up and you go lay down inside my baby's room\nYeah, I guess I'm doing okay\nI moved in with the strangest guy\nCan you believe he actually thinks that I am really alive\n\n[Chorus]\nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the West Hills\nI will buy you a new life\nYes I will\n\n[Verse 3]\nI know all about that other guy\nThe handsome man with athletic thighs\nI know about all the times before\nWith that obsessive little rich boy\nThey might think you're happy\nYeah, maybe for a minute or two\nThey can't make you laugh\nNo, they can't make you feel the way that I do\n [Chorus]\nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the West Hills\nI will buy you a new life\nYeah\nI will buy you a new life\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah\nI know we can never look back\nYeah\nNo\nWill you please let me stay the night\nNo one will ever know\nWill you please let me stay the night\nNo one will ever know\nNo one will ever know\n\n[Chorus] X 2\nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the west hills\nI will buy you a new life\n\nI will buy you a new life [To Fade]2 ",0 -8433,Epica___The_Divine_Conspiracy,sad,"""The Divine Conspiracy [Intro]\nQuaestio nostra est aeterna\nUltima requies fons vitae\nSed eam ut novam ducemus\n\n[Simone Simons]\nWe'll never know all possibilities to predict what is to come\nAnd so we have illusions to think freely\n\nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn't achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed\n[Mark Jansen]\nWe need to be innocent to live the life we've lived for so long\nWe need to be blind enough to live the life we live right now\n\n[Simone Simons]\nWho possesses your time also possesses your mind\n\nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn't achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed\n\n[Mark Jansen]\nWe need to be innocent to live the life we've lived for so long\nWe need to be deaf enough to live the life we live right now\n\n[Simone Simons]\nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be\n\nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be\n Once we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn't achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed\n\n[Mark Jansen]\nWe need to be innocent to live the life we've lived for so long\nWe need to be insensitive to live and so ignore it all\n\n[Simone Simons]\nWho possesses your time, also possesses your mind\n\n[Simone Simons and Mark Jansen]\nWho possesses your time\nMislead us all, we are not in control\nAlso possesses your mind\nThere is no trace that will lead to this place\n\n[Simone Simons]\nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be\nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Simone Simons]\nDesperately we all\nClutch at the last straw\nWe stumble and fall\nCountdown to die out\nTo heal it all\n\n[Mark Jansen]\nWe will never reach\nOur capacities, no more\nWe cannot expand\nOur boundaries\n\n[Simone Simons]\nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn't achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed\n\n[Mark Jansen]\nWe need to be innocent to live the life we've lived for so long\nWe need to insensitive to breath so we can take it all for granted\n\n[Simone Simons]\nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be\n\nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be\n\n[Instrumental Outro] ",1 -1300,Ane_Brun___My_Lover_Will_Go,calm,"""My Lover Will Go [Verse 1]\nWhat am I going to do?\nI am crying a bottle of wine over you\nThis is something I don't usually do\nBut I'm crying a bottle of wine over you\n\n[Chorus]\nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI'm just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\n[Verse 2]\nTwelve days and many long nights have passed\nSince I let go of my heart way too fast\nToo many long summer nights\nI've been checking for errors on the telephone lines\n\n[Chorus]\nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI'm just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat am I gonna do?\nI am pouring my heart all over you\nI guess I recognize this too\nI think I'm falling in love with you\n\n[Chorus]\nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI'm just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh",2 -5382,Christian_Kjellvander___The_Road,calm,"'The road For the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin\nFor the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I\'m deep in\nAnd time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands\nFor the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin\nFor the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I\'m deep in\nAnd time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands\nCaught us in the kitchen with the maps in our hands\n\nMany regrets, mountains of ""leth"" wom out walking for a truth\nMiles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it\'s crookes, but it\'s led me up to you\nAnd more miles than money, dear, more tears than sweat\nMomens of satisfaction are all we ever get\nDown and up and down we go and w\'ell go that way again\nLeaving for another friend, leaving for another end\n\nI love you like a song, could play you all night long\nAnd leave all those rats and snakes alone\nCall it some good years, distill and swallow tears, \'cause in the end we\'re\nAll just on our own\n\nSo everybody\'s talking about who did what with when\nDon\'t you know it\'s just the tide, only here to fool you, friend\nYou\'re smart enough to know, but dumd enough to say\nOh, what will tomorrow bring?\nIt\'s easy living for today\n\nx 2\nMany regrets, mountains of ""leth"" wom out walking for a truth\nMiles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it\'s crookes, but it\'s led me up to you Embed', 'default'",2 -5432,Christine_Anu___Party,happy,"""Party [Verse 1]\nStepping out in my deadly red shoes\nStylin' up 'cause I'm wearing something new\nTidda girl has got her eyes up off the ground\nKeeping time to the rhythm of the city sounds\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't you come join my party?\nLet's move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on\n[Verse 2]\nTell the blackvine, sing it out for everyone to come\nThe word is out, drift on down, come on and have some fun\nTie your hair up, let your hair down, fling it everywhere\nYoung and old gather 'round, hear the laughter in the air\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't you come join my party?\nLet's move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on\n\n[Verse 3]\nGot my eye on a brother hanging right outside the block\nFeeling shame to ask his name, hey, but I know that I've got luck\nDon't hold back, let it out, that's what community's about\nCome along to my house, bring friends and family around\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't you come join my party?\nLet's move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on, yeah, sing it to me\nWhy don't you come join my party?\nLet's move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on\n [Outro]\nI said I've I gotta hear the music ringing\nBring it on\nCome and join my party\nParty\nParty\nParty ",0 -6162,Cyndi_Lauper___Fall_Into_Your_Dreams,sad,"""Fall Into Your Dreams [Verse 1]\nLittle baby on my shoulder\nI could fall into your dreams\nWrap myself up all around you\nTill you don't know what it means\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDon't lie shrugging your shoulders now like I shouldn't stare\nDon't sigh so deep\nAre you the kind of man that I hoped you would or wouldn't be?\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep\n[Verse 2]\nPull myself a little closer\nI could feel your body breathe\nHear the pulsing of my heartbeat\nRhyming rhythms endlessly\n\n[Chorus 2]\nIf I could catch three wishes from a falling star\nOne I would keep\nAnd two I would put on your pillow with a lullaby\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep\nMaybe baby's gone\nMaybe baby's gone\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep\n\n[Bridge]\nHold on to a thought at the end of the day\nSomewhere we'll be watching the clouds as they're drifting away\nAnd you might think about leaving, but I'll always stay\n\n[Verse 3]\nLittle baby on my shoulder\nI could fall into your dreams\nWrap myself up all around you\nTill you don't know what it means\n [Outro]\nI could fall into your dreams\nI could fall into your dreams\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep\nMaybe baby's gone\nMaybe baby's gone\nMaybe baby's gone to sleep ",1 -6402,Danzig___Dirty_Black_Summer,anger,"""Dirty Black Summer [Verse 1]\nNo summer in the winter time\nWill keep you warm like a funeral pyre\nAnd nothing like an August night\nDrenched in your loving\n\n[Chorus]\nI got a dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\n[Verse 2]\nAnd nothing in the coolest light\nCan stop the walking out across the line\nNo holding back the summer night\nI got a feeling\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just a dirty black summer\nOh whoa, whoa ho\nA black summertime\nOh, whoa, whoa\nDirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer\nHey, come on baby\nDirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nCome on, gimme black summertime\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\n\n[Bridge]\nNo summer in the winter time\nWill keep you warm like a funeral pyre\nNothing drips like an August night\nI got a feeling\n [Chorus]\nI'm on a dirty black summer\nOh whoa, whoa\nOh, my summertime\nOh whoa, whoa\nYeah, my summertime\nOh whoa, whoa\nOh, my summertime\nOh whoa whoa ho\nMy dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summertime, uh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nHey, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah ",3 -6674,Dax_Riggs___Didnt_Know_Yet_What_Id_Know_When_I_Was_Bleedin,sad,"""Didn’t Know Yet What I’d Know When I Was Bleedin’ Knelt a puppet on a string\nAlong the vortex weeping\nLord have you heard\nThe roaring dragon eat the virgin\nI didn't know yet what I'd know\nWhen I was bleedin'\nI seem to forget what I learned\nWhen I was fallin'\nI didn't know yet what I'd know\nWhen I was bleedin'\nNeon ghost in mask and coat\nMy heart is satellite remote\nWhen my chemicals go wrong\nMurder the devil\nTake his song for my own\nWe sang\nI didn't know yet what I'd know\nWhen I was bleedin'\nI seem to forget what I learned\nWhen I was fallin'\nI didn't know yet what I'd know\nWhen I was bleedin'\nWhen I was fallin'\nWas I flyin'? 1 ",1 -2311,Babyface___For_The_Cool_In_You,happy,"""For the Cool in You [Intro]\nThis is for the cool...\n\n[Verse 1]\nHere we go round and round and round\nAnd back and forth you know\nEverybody goes through it sometime\nAnd that's just the way it flows\nSo we go up and down and up\nAnd in and out the door\nEven though you know you've been through it before\n[Pre-Chorus]\nFor every argument that we've experienced\nIt's nice to know that you've remained composed\nAnd I wanna thank you, yeah, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you\n\n[Chorus]\nCool in you, cool in\nThis is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nThis is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nThis is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n[Verse 2]\nLooking on back at all the changes\nThat I put you through\nAny other girl in your position\nSho-nuff would've been through\nThinking about how you made it easy\nAlways there for me\nNever once did you turn your back and leave\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nFor every tear you've cried\nI've cried a thousand times\nNever once did I want you to hurt inside\nI wanna thank you, girl, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you\n [Chorus]\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nFor every tear you've cried\nI've cried a thousand times\nNever once did I want you to hurt inside\nI wanna thank you, girl, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you\n\n[Chorus]\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nYeah, this is for the cool in you, baby\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you, yeah\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\n\nSaxophone, come on, I said play it\n\nCome on, come on, I said play it\n\n[Outro]\nFor the cool in you, for the cool in you\nFor the, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor, for, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor, for, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor the cool...for the cool in you, baby\nFor the cool in you\nFor the cool, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in you\nFor the cool, for, for the cool... ",0 -2360,Backstreet_Boys___Dont_Want_You_Back,sad,"""Don’t Want You Back [Intro: AJ]\nDo-don't want you back\nHey-yeah, oh-yeah\n\n[Verse 1: AJ & Nick]\nYou hit me faster than a shark attack\nYou saw my picture on the Backstreet's Back, alright\nAnd you were more than just a pretty face\nBut how you fooled me, I'm still amazed babe\nBut I should've known that I would be\nAnother victim of your sexuality\nBut now we're done and over with\nDo-don't want you back\n[Chorus: All]\nDon't want you back\n'Cause you're no good for me, I know\nThat's all I can say\nDon't want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go\nI-I don't want you back\n\n[Verse 2: AJ]\nYou started going out with so-called friends\nBut I was blinded so I lost all common sense\nBut there were things that made me realize\nRealize, hey-yeah!\nLike all the hundred-, no, a thousand lies\n\n[Chorus: All, Brian & AJ]\nDon't want you back\n'Cause you're no good for me, I know\nThat's all I can say\nDon't want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go yeah-hey!\nI-I don't want you back back, no!\nI-I don't want you back that's right\n\n[Bridge: Brian, Nick & All]\nBaby, don't bother telling me your reasons why\nJust let us sing this story 'bout you and I\nDon't you back, that's all I know\nDon't want you back, don't want you back\nAll I can say, don't want you back\nYou know you gotta go oh-oh-oh!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, Nick & AJ]\nDon't want you back\n'Cause you're no good for me, I know\nDon't want you back\nThat's all I can say don't want you back\nDon't want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go\nOh, gotta go, oh-oh-oh\nI-I don't want you back\n\n[Outro: All, Brian & Nick]\nDon't want you back, that's all I know\nBack oh-no, back\nThat's all I can say\nDon't want you back back, no!\nDon't want you back\nYou know you gotta go\nI-I don't want you back1 ",1 -72,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Outsider,sad,"""The Outsider [Verse 1]\nHelp me, if you can\nIt's just that this is not the way I'm wired\nSo, could you please help me understand why\nYou've given in to all these reckless dark desires?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou're lying to yourself again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it, you're pounding on a fault line\nWhat'll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, why would I wanna watch you?\n[Chorus]\nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat's your rush, now?\nEveryone will have his day to die\n\n[Verse 2]\nMedicated drama queen\nPicture perfect, numb belligerence\nNarcissistic drama queen\nCraving fame and all its decadence\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLying through your teeth again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it, you're pounding on a fault line\nWhat'll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, why would I wanna watch you?\n\n[Chorus]\nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat's your rush, now?\nEveryone will have his day to die\n\n[Bridge]\nThey were right about you\nThey were right about you\n [Pre-Chorus]\nLying to my face again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it , you're pounding on a fault line\nWhat'll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, over this, over this\n\n[Outro]\nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat's your hurry?\nEveryone will have his day to die\nIf you choose to pull the trigger\nShould your drama prove sincere\nDo it somewhere far away from here4 ",1 -2856,Ben_Kweller___Sundress,anger,"""Sundress Everybody's trying to be the best\nWhat about the girl with loneliness\nI like your sundress\nI like your sundress\nWhat about the girl with loneliness\nFrom the inside out\nYou're so beautiful\nI want to hold you in my hand\n\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nI want to start going on a morning walk\nWhat about the days when we used to talk?\nI don't need a smile from a mannequin\nI just want to hold you in my hands\n\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\n\nFrom the inside out\nYou've changed, girl\nYou know you have\nDon't make a good thing bad\nJust let me hold you in my hands\n\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nI do everything everything everything\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nDo do for you",3 -479,Aimee_Mann___Red_Vines,sad,"""Red Vines [Verse 1]\nThey're all still on their honeymoon\nJust read the dialogue balloon\nEveryone loves you, why should they not?\nAnd I'm the only one who knows\nThat Disneyland's about to close\nI don't suppose you'd give it a shot\nKnowing all that you've got\n\n[Chorus]\nAre cigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I'll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show\n[Verse 2]\nWell, it's always fun and games until\nIt's clear you haven't got the skill\nIn keeping the gag from going too far\nSo you're running 'round the parking lot\n'Til every lightning bug is caught\nPunching some pinholes in the lid of a jar\nWhile we wait in the car\n\n[Chorus]\nWith cigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I'll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd tell me, would it kill you\nWould it really spoil everything\nIf you didn't blame yourself\nDo you know what I mean?\n\n[Chorus]\nCigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I'll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show\nWatching the showSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 -2195,Avi_Buffalo___Truth_Sets_In,happy,"""Truth Sets In What's another time to say\nWitches speak in my head all day\nWitchcraft seems to unload and say\nThat you don't love me anymore\nWhat's another word to scream\nMaybe one more about the team\nTry to improve the local scene\nWe ain't no good anymore\nWait 'til the truth sets in\nPay no attention to how we've been\nYou know that i thought too much\nOf when i made my fatal mistake\nHope for the consequence\nPicture your people still on the fence\nPretend that you hope that it's ok\nWhen it's no good anymore",0 -1494,Another_Level___From_The_Heart,calm,"""From the Heart I know you've heard these words a hundred other times before\nAnd you've been hurt, and so your heart has chose to close the door\nLove broke your heart and brought you lies\nLook in my eyes\nYou'll see a love that's deep and true\nTender and strong and all for you\nYou can trust this love\nHonest, that's the honest truth\n\nFrom the heart\nI'm giving you everything, everything\nFrom the heart\nI promise you that I'll be there\nI'll be there to love you\nFrom the soul\nI'm showing you all I feel, all I feel is\nFrom the heart, from the heart\nI will protect you and respect you and be all you need\nAnd when you reach for love, you'll only need to reach for me\nThese arms will never let you down\nThey're staying around\nI'll walk with you through every storm\nI'll keep you safe, I'll keep you warm\nAnd you'll have no doubt\nYou're the one I'm living for\n\nFrom the heart\nI'm giving you everything, everything\nFrom the heart\nI promise you that I'll be there\nI'll be there to love you\nFrom the soul\nI'm showing you all I feel, all I feel is\nFrom the heart, from the heart\n\nI'll provide the love you need\nJust trust my touch\nBelieve in me\nI'll never make you cry\nGiving all I've got with all I've got inside",2 -9621,Frou_Frou___Psychobabble,sad,"""Psychobabble [Verse 1]\nHow did you get this number?\nI can't get my head 'round you\nOf course you're not coming over\nSnap out of it\nYou're not making any sense\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou couldn't be more wrong, darling\nI never gave out these signs\nYou misunderstand all meaning\nSnap out of it\nI'm not falling for this one\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nIf love is surrender\nThen whose war is it anyway?\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon't come in any closer\n'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf you think that it's so damn easy\nThen what do you need me for?\nJust look at the state of you, babe\nSnap out of it\nYou're not listening to this\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd just for once could you\nLet me finish a sentence?\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon't come in any closer\n'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two\n [Chorus 2]\nMake no, make no sudden movements\nAnd no one need get hurt\nYou're making me nervous\nIf you knew what was good for me why would I be loving you?\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 4]\nNow, I've had it up to here\nDon't ever try that again\nWhy are you so quiet so suddenly?\nGo on, have it\nYou're just dying to try me\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon't come in any closer\n'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two\n\n[Chorus 2]\nMake no, make no sudden movements\nAnd no one need get hurt\nYou're making me nervous\nIf you knew what was good for me why would I be loving you?\n[Outro]\nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?2 ",1 -5011,Cat_Power___Wealthy_Man,sad,"""Wealthy Man Oh I see sunny days\nOh I go that far\nWhen the night is over\nWill you tell me that you've always been thinking of me?\n\nIndirectly you say to me the hand of a night is not a hand for me\nThat's the most sad I've ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nThat's the most sad I've ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nA wealthy man\nOh I still see sunny days\nOh I go that far\nWhen the night is dragging on\nMaybe I will dream that you would tell me\nYou've always been thinking of me\n\nIndirectly you say to me\nThe hand is not a hand for me\nIndirectly you say again\nThe hand of the night is not a hand for me\n\nThat's the most sad I've ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nThat's the most sad I've ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man",1 -2659,Bedroom_Walls___In_Anticipation_Of_Your_Suicide,sad,"""In Anticipation Of Your Suicide Your heart is always almost beating\nAlong with windy frozen tunes\n\nBut you say you've laughed enough\nYour closet's stuffed with last year's blues\nBut you know by summertime your suicide's just last year's news\n\nWhat will we find inside of your room?\nNotes in the margins\nRecords always spinning\nClues you know you want all to know\nYour little soul grew old too soon\nAnd surprises lost their thrill\nVodka and pills and the 'marquee moon'",1 -2121,Audioslave___Until_We_Fall,happy,"""Until We Fall [Verse 1]\nI walk the streets without I regret\nI stood alone and watched myself fall apart\nAnswered the voices in my head\nSlipped through the chainlink of a broken heart\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I'm tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers 'till we fall\nBack down again\n[Bridge]\nBought everything that sounded good\nI understand that I've been misunderstood\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I'm tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers 'till we fall\nBack down again\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat do you feel before you think?\nWhat do you see before you blink?\nWho do you battle in your dreams?\nWho strokes your feathers 'till you scream?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I'm tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers until we fall\nBack down again",0 -3295,Black_Eyed_Peas___I_Gotta_Feeling,happy,"""TranslationsEnglishI Gotta Feeling [Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\nI got a feeling\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night Fee-\n[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]\nTonight's the night, let's live it up\nI got my money, let's spend it up I feel-\nGo out and smash it like oh my God\nJump off that sofa, let's kick it off I feel-\n\n[Verse 1: Fergie, will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]\nI know that we'll have a ball\nIf we get down and go out and just lose it all\nI feel stressed out, I wanna let it go\nLet's go way out, spaced out, and losin' all control I feel-\n\n[Refrain: will.i.am, Fergie]\nFill up my cup, mazel tov\nLook at her dancin', just take it off I feel-\nLet's paint the town, we'll shut it down\nLet's burn the roof\nAnd then we'll do it again I feel-\nLet's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it\nAnd do it, and do it, let's live it up\nAnd do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it\nLet's do it, let's do it, let's do it\n\n[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\n'Cause I got a feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night Fee-\n [Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am, Fergie]\nTonight's the night Hey\nLet's live it up Let's live it up\nI got my money I'm paying\nLet's spend it up Let's spend it up\nGo out and smash it Smash it\nLike oh my God Like oh my God\nJump off that sofa Come on\nLet's kick it off\n\n[Refrain: will.i.am & Fergie]\nFill up my cup Drank\nMazel tov L'chaim\nLook at her dancin' Move it, move it\nJust take it off\nLet's paint the town Paint the town\nWe'll shut it down Shut it down\nLet's burn the roof\nAnd then we'll do it again\nLet's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it\nAnd do it, and do it, let's live it up\nAnd do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it\nLet's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it, do it\n\n[Verse 2: will.i.am]\nHere we come, here we go, we gotta rock\nEasy come, easy go, now we on top\nFill the shot, body rock, rock it don't stop\nRound and round, up and down, around the clock\n[Bridge: will.i.am & Fergie]\nMonday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday Do it\nFriday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday Do it\nWeekend get-get-get with us\nYou know what we say\nParty every day, p-p-p-party every day\n\n[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\nAnd I'm feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good night\nThat tonight's gonna be a good, good night\n\n[Outro: will.i.am]\nWoo-hoo33 ",0 -7636,EagleEye_Cherry__Neneh_Cherry___Long_Way_Around,happy,"""Long Way Around Eagle-Eye Cherry F/ Neneh Cherry\nMiscellaneous\nLong Way Around\nYou say what you say\nAnd you pray that one day\nYou'll be seen between the shadows\nNow that's a waist of your pain\nLiving your life like a saint\nWhen it don't...no\nIt don't even matter\nEven saints make their mistakes\nLetting their dreams fall and break\nAll it feels like\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nNow I want you to see\nHow good life can be\nYou can turn around\nAnd better your life\nWith the good times found\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nI'm not afraid of pride\nWhen it's for the right side\nDon't betray what I believe in\nStand where you want to stand\nAnd I'll believe when I can\n'Cause I'm telling you now\nI been where you're living in\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nWill tomorrow keep it's promise\nNo one here can say\nThe past is all behind us\nAnd all we have is today\nAnd all we have is today\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you'll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around",0 -7608,Dusty_Springfield___Who_Will_Take_My_Place,sad,"""Who Will Take My Place Who, when my life is through?\nWho will know the joy\nI have known with you?\nWho will touch your face?\nSleep in your embrace?\nWho will take my place\nWhen I sleep alone?\n\nWho, when the day is done?\nWho will hold the hand\nOf my only one?\nWho will climb the heights?\nFinding in your nights\nAll those wild delights\nOnly I have known\nYou say you'll always love me\nTime has another claim\nWhy do the gods above me\nPlay the cynical game?\n\nOh, life, isn't what it seems\nFickle as the wind\nFragile as a dream\nWhen I end my years\nWho will ease my pain?\nKiss away my tears?\nAnd bury me again?",1 -4630,CREMATORY___The_Fallen,sad,"'The Fallen Newborn from fire and ashes\nDwelled with the storm and the wind\nHe fought with courage and vigor\nDetermined to step up to, up to love\n\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\n\nCaught in a building of cages\nLife turned away from reality\nHe feels no inside or outside\nSoulless waiting for the end\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\n\nLife thrown away\nAnd under-redeemed\nCovered by the fear of truth\nMarred and disenchanted\nBy many tales\nShred from juicy meat\nGlorified as king and master\nTied and gagged as thief\nAnd murderer\n\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down Embed', 'default'",1 -6627,David_Gray___Caroline,sad,"""Caroline Caroline\nThose crazy eyes that shine\nThe days blowing through my mind\nLike falling leaves\n\nIt ain't no good\nI tried hard as I could\nBut you just won't let\nMy poor heart be\n\nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I want you more\nThan I can say\nBut Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away\nThe state I'm in\nGot goosebumps on my skin\nSee the water I'll jump right in\nYour heart so free\n\nI'll face the facts\nIt's paper on the cracks\nGirl till I got you right\nBack here with me\n\nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I need you more\nThan I can say\nAh but Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away\n\nHoney all I get is further away\nWooooo!\n\nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I want you more\nThan I can say\nAh but Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away\nSee David Gray LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Honey all I get is further\nAnd further\nAnd further away ",1 -2572,Beach_House___Home_Again,sad,"""Home Again [Verse 1]\nHome again\nDriven back\nShe's still waiting for a friend\nLittle purple\nOrgandie\nRemember what you've always\nMeant to me\n\n[Refrain]\nSomething in the way a heart is held upon a hand\nSwimmin’ in the coral waters, head above the sand\n[Verse 2]\nHeaven, baby\nIs in the hour\nWith your heart in handfuls\nForbidden flowers\nBread and bonnets\nAlong the way\nBetter take your chances\nWhile there's still a ray\n\n[Refrain]\nSomething in the way a heart is held upon a hand\nSwimmin’ in the coral waters, head above the sand\n\n[Chorus]\nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean\n\nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean\n\nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean 3 ",1 -7832,Efterklang___Alike,sad,"'Alike The time is right, when the mission fails\nThe calming voice that kept me safe\nIt may be stupid, but it is true\n\nThe flood is gone and the trouble stays\nThe car was slow, but it took us far away\nIt may be stupid, but it is true\n\nAnd it made us feel alike\n\nThe days are gone and the game was fun\nThe path was wrong, but it gave us hope\nThe more we found, the more we grew\nUpon the truth, upon the truth\nAnd it made us feel alike Embed', 'default'",1 -5558,Clearlake___Dreamt_That_You_Died,happy,"""Dreamt That You Died I dreamt that you died\nI woke and I cried\nIt scared me to think you were gone\n\nSo vivid, so real\nAnd it made me feel\nThere wasn't much point to go on\n\nIt happened oh so fast\nIt took me by surprise\nCouldn't quite believe\nWhat I'd seen with my own eyes\nI didn't get the chance\nTo even say goodbye\nWhen I dreamt that you died\nI dreamt you were dead\nAnd I'd never said\nExactly what you made me\n\nIt took you to die\nThat much so that I\nCould wake up and finally see\n\nChorus\n\nWhen I dreamt that you died",0 -3904,Boney_M_2000___Painter_Man,happy,"'The Making of Paul Chap. 4: Paul in Narrative \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THIS CHAPTER WILL take up stories about Paul, in particular the various acts. Like most divisions, this is somewhat artificial, for, as has been shown,1letters also relate an implied story. The first area of investigation is the canonical Acts hereafter Acts. The traditional title \'\'.Acts of the Apostles"" is not original, for its principal character, Paul, is not an apostle.2 That fact serves as an immediate introduction to controversy.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Since c. 1840, a struggle about the sources for a life of the ""real Paul"" has been active, sometimes simmering, sometimes at a boil.3The acute criticism of Ferdinand Christian Baur 1792-1860 and his followers in the ""Tübingen School"" posited Acts as a late-close to mid-second century-text dominated by unhistorical tendencies. Efforts to refute Baur propelled New Testament study into modern maturity. Leaders of those investigations included Theodor Zahn 1838-1933 in Germany and Joseph B. Lightfoot 1828-1889 in the United Kingdom.4 When the great Berlin church historian Adolph von Harnack 1851-1930 shifted his position to embrace an early date for Acts, it seemed that Baur\'s had been completely refuted. The twentieth century saw a gradual erosion of confidence in the historical value of Acts, a tendency strongly reinforced by the commentary of Ernst Haenchen 1896-1975, first published in\' 1956.5\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 A major impetus for Haenchen\'s literary analysis focus upon what Luke wrote rather than his sources was Martin Dibelius, who, in fact, occupied a middle position between the extremes.6 Still, conservative exegetes in both the U.K. and Germany, among other countries, continue to defend the reliability of Acts. The dominant trend in the U.S. at present is to treat Acts as literature. This has a corrosive effect often unacknowledged upon arguments for its historical reliability. Most would agree that Acts contains history, whatever the author\'s purpose. The extent of that history is a matter for debate. The present tendency is to view Acts not simply as material to be compared to the letters, but as one element in the reception of Paul.7\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The major difficulties with accepting Acts as a historical record are, in\nfact, literary. These include a proclivity toward symmetry, most notably in the various ""parallels"" among characters. Similar deeds and experiences mark the lives of Moses, Elijah, Elisha, Jesus, Peter, and Paul.8 No critical historian will believe that history repeats itself quite so frequently and conveniently. Repetition, such as three accounts of the conversions of Cornelius and Paul, is a means of emphasis. Another element is consistent reliance upon stereotyped scenes. Paul, for example, routinely begins his mission in a synagogue. This leads to opposition from Jews, sparking a persecution that propels the missionary onward to a new site. Finally, one may note the uses of some narrative techniques more suitable to fiction than to historiography.9 Luke\'s portrait of Paul is best viewed as a response to contemporary issues10 rather than as an attempt to extract historical data from various sources.11 The object of this exploration is not to compare these ""two Pauls"" but to set forth the characterization and actions of Paul in Luke\'s sequel to his gospel.12 Contrasts between the ""Paul of the letters"" and. the ""Paul of Acts"" do exist. The following table identifies a number of them:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 8: Paul: Letters vs. Acts\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Undisputed Letters\n\nPaul imitates Christ by suffering.\nPaul is an apostle.\nPaul is a missionary to gentiles.\nPaul has conflicts with his communities.\nPaul\'s theological opponents are other believers.\nPaul had difficult relations with other leaders; he was not subordinate to Jerusalem.\nPaul engaged in conflict over Torah.\nPaul\'s colleagues were important figures in his mission.\nNatural theology shows that everyone is without excuse.\nPaul does not claim benefits pertinent to his worldly status.\nPaul is known as a letter-writer.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Acts\n\nPaul imitates Christ by working miracles\nSaul/Paul is not an apostle.\nPaul is a missionary to Jews first.\nPaul has no conflicts with his communities\nPaul\'s opponents are primarily Jews.\nPaul and other leaders had no conflicts; he was subordinate to Jerusalem.\nConflict with Jews involves resurrection\nPaul\'s colleagues were very junior assistant\nNatural theology levels playing field between Jews and gentiles.13\nPaul is a Roman citizen of high status makes use of his privileges.\nPaul does not write letters.\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Other items of divergence could be identified. Some of these contrasts are strongly stated. Debate is possible. The major issue is not the extent to which each can be minimized or as indications of how Luke traduced Paul, but what they reveal about the agenda of Acts.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Luke possessed sources for his depiction of Paul, probably including a published collection of nine or ten letters.14 In addition, based upon the hypothesis that Luke worked or spent a good deal of time in Ephesus,15 is the possibility that he had access to administrative or other corespondence not deemed worthy of inclusion in the collected letters. A written source traditionally designated ""the Antioch source,"" which I call ""the gentile mission source,"" mentioned Paul in connection with Barnabas. A written source dealing with ""the pre-Christian Paul,"" as it were, can be detected in Acts 8:1-3; 9:1-19a. Finally, it is reasonable to suspect that Luke had access to some oral traditions about Paul. It is also apparent that Luke utilized other material, including stories derived from the LXX and the Jewish historian Josephus. With these final items the task has shifted from identification of possibly historical material to composition. Luke was the master of all his sources, selecting what he wished and molding the material into the shape desired.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Use of the letters-including pseudonymous pieces-and the introduction of post-Pauline narrative material establish Acts as a Deutero-Pauline text. A major contrast is that, whereas the Deutero-Pauline letters often present Paul as effectively the only apostle and universalize his message, Acts universalizes the church, a body that includes Paul and James, neither of whom is an apostle, as well as the Twelve especially Peter and representatives of the Seven Stephen and Philip. Unity is Luke\'s object. His universal church of the apostolic age, so to speak, was headed by the Jerusalem community, itself under successive single leaders, first Peter then James.16 Paul therefore had no independent mission, did not break with Peter and Antioch, and repeatedly returned to Jerusalem for consultation, as he had done shortly after he went over to the Jesus movement 9:26-30. All leaders share the same theology, a theology that shows at least as much influence from the historical Paul as from any conjectural reconstructions of the views of Peter and James.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Luke\'s task was to support the legitimacy of the gentile mission without cutting the links to the ancestral religion of Israel. His major challenge was not from those who wished to impose Torah observance upon all Christians. In the Aegean world, that was no longer a vital controversy-in so far as extant evidence indicates. A greater problem came from those who were willing to kiss that heritage goodbye. This is quite apparent in Luke\'s Gospel, which revises Mark along the lines of continuity with the Israelite heritage.17 With this are associated several apologetic goals: Paul is no renegade Jew, but remained faithful and observant to the end. He was not the originator of the gentile mission. That honor belonged to Peter 10:1-11:18, followed by anonymous missionaries in Antioch, who were supported by the Jerusalem community, which sent Barnabas to their aid. Barnabas recruited Paul 11:19-25. Paul was not a rebel against duly constituted authority. All claims of this nature were the fraudulent concoctions of devious enemies. These controversies are already apparent in Paul\'s correspondence.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul introduced in the narrative with the name Saul, used until 13:9 and never thereafter, except in retrospect sets out to convince Jews that their hopes have been fulfilled by what God did through Jesus. Most Israelites disagreed, justifying his subsequent turns to gentiles.18 Paul\'s Jewish credentials are superior to those of any other believer in Acts. He was reared and educated in Jerusalem, a Pharisee taught by the eminent Gamaliel, rising eventually to become a member of the Israelite high court the Sanhedrin and a prominent persecutor of the partisans of Jesus, authorized by the high priests to arrest and incarcerate the same, for whose executions he dutifully voted Acts 22:3-5; 26:10. The historical Paul affirmed that he had been a Pharisee; in Acts Paul remains a Pharisee, still an adherent of that strictly observant sect 23:6.19 Indeed, Paul is the only Christian in Acts depicted as participating in the temple cult 21:26. His Jewish resume is therefore utterly unimpeachable.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This is not to suggest that he was a ""barbarian."" lacking Hellenic attributes. Paul was a citizen of no less prestigious a citadel of Greek culture than Tarsus 21:37. Showing is Luke\'s major means for establishing his hero\'s Hellenism. Paul is a gifted orator who can dissuade ""barbarians"" from sacrificing to him 14:8-18, quiet a riotous crowd with a gesture 21:40, engage the philosophers of Athens 17:22-33, and entertain Hellenistic monarchs and provincial officials with his erudition 24:24-26; 26:1-32. These worthies may not agree with Paul, but they respect his character and learning. The character of Paul manifests some development. The youthful Saul had many good qualities, but, like the typical tyrannical persecutor, his temper was out of control 8:3; 9:1-2. In the Greco-Roman world, uncontrolled rage was among the most deprecated of vices. After conversion Paul gave up his fanatical rage. Thereafter his anger found appropriate channels e.g., 17:16. He became an example of the classical virtues of prudence, moderation, courage, and justice.20Virtuous people allowed reason to regulate their conduct, manifested a courageous temper, and never lost control of their emotions.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Those who were considered eligible to lead the virtuous life were wealthy and well educated. Paul enjoyed a high social status. He was wealthy 24:26, but willing to engage in a craft and live the rigorous life of an itinerant teacher of wisdom. This status is most apparent in the ease with which he can move in high society, although he has no difficulty in associating with those further down the social scale.21 To his Jewish and Greek credentials Paul adds Roman citizenship, inherited, not acquired e.g., 22:25-28, high, not low. Such is the force of his character and bearing that no one challenges his claim to be a citizen of Rome. Roman officials and military officers repeatedly declare that he is innocent.22 One result of his fulsome curriculum vitae is that Paul exhibits in person the universality of the Christian faith and mission. Paul is a highly placed and learned Jew, embodying the Israelite heritage, a capable and cultured Hellene fully equipped to evangelize Greek-speaking gentiles, and a Roman of excellent standing, embodying the official virtues of the ruling political power.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul does not lack the charismatic qualities of speaking, healing, and leading. His hands bestow the Spirit, his voice curses the wayward, his cast-off clothing cures the afflicted 19:1-7; 13:6-12; 19:11-12. 23 The onetime Saul is also a hero of the traditional sort, manifest in courage before mobs 14:14-17; 21:39b-40 and judges e.g., 23:1-10, his ability to act vigorously despite severe injuries 14:19-20; 21:25-40, and his resourceful courage aboard a storm-battered ship 27:21-43. Paul in Acts does not work with true colleagues. His historical associates, such as Timothy, are low-level assistants who perform errands. This is one means for demonstrating Paul\'s superiority and self-sufficiency. 24 One reason that Paul does not write letters in Acts is that he does not need to do so. His communities have no problems and evidently do not require friendly, pastoral support beyond what visits convey.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Because of the numerous parallels between and among Jesus, Peter, and Paul, the care taken by Luke to conform Paul\'s biography to that of Jesus is easily overlooked. Since the former began as a violent enemy of God\'s people while the latter was the Son of God by birth, the task was not easy.25 Nonetheless, the story of Paul begins with a baptism and receipt of the Spirit Acts 9:17-18; cf. Luke 3:20-21, accompanied by prophecies about his destiny e.g., Acts 9:15-16; Luke 1:30-33. Both had forerunners.26 Both preached an inaugural sermon in a synagogue that generated contention Luke 4:16-30; Acts 13:14-50. 27 Each is a teacher engaged in an itinerant mission, that is, journeys. Both are ""chosen vessels"" Luke 9:35; Acts 9:15. An important thematic similarity is that each pursues courses that lead to the center of his mission-Jerusalem and Rome, respectively-missions that conform to the will and plan of God.28 Peter and others are appointed as witnesses, but they do not have a mission explicitly characterized as fulfillment of God\'s will. The final part of Paul\'s story Acts 20:1-28:16 closely conforms to that of Jesus.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 9: The ""Passions"" of Jesus in Luke and Paul in Acts29\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Jesus in Luke\n\n1. \'\'Passion Predictions"": 9:22, 34; 18:31\n2. Final Address: 22: 14-38\n3. Argument with Sadducees over Resurrection: 20:27-39\n4. Agents of High Priest Slap: 22:63-64\n5. Four ""Trials"":\nA.Sanhedrin: 22:66-71\nB. Roman Governor Pilate: 23:1-5\nC. Herodian King Antipas: 23:6-12\nD. Roman Governor Pilate: 23:13-25\n6. Officials Declare Innocent: Pilate: 23:14 cf. 23:4, 22; Herod: 23:14; centurion: 23:47\n7. Mob Demands Death: 23:18\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul in Acts\n\n1. ""Passion Predictions"": 20:23-25; 21:4, 11-13\n2. Final Address: 20:17-35\n3. Argument with Sadducees over Resurrection: 23:6-10\n4. Agents of High Priest Slap: 23:1-2\n5. Four ""Trials"":\nA. Sanhedrin: 22:30-23:10\nB. Roman Governor Felix: 24:1-22\nC. Herodian King Agrippa: 26\nD. Roman Governor Festus: 25:6-12\n6. Officials Declare Innocent: Lysias Tribune: 23:29; Festus: 25:25; Agrippa: 26:31\n7. Mob Demands Death: Acts 22:22\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This symmetry demanded substantial labor and the sacrifice of much historical credibility. Luke indubitably wishes to make the legal experiences of Paul replicate those of his master. This compels raising the question of why Luke does not narrate the martyrdom of Paul, as the Acts of Paul would do. In the same structural place where Luke\'s Gospel records the conviction, crucifixion, and resurrection ofJesus Luke 23:24-24:49, Acts describes Paul\'s journey to Rome Acts 27:1-28:16. This narrative is a symbolic death and resurrection. 30 Acts presents the story of Paul as a kind of ""gospel,"" a life pressed into the mold of myth, that is, the creed. In Acts Paul is not just a bearer of the saving message; he is also a savior figure. This is clearly depicted on the voyage to Rome, where all are saved because of Paul, who promises deliverance, echoing the words of Jesus Acts 27:34; cf. Luke 21:18. Cast, like Jonah, alive onto dry land, he shows himself invulnerable to poison and is therewith vindicated, as comments of the local ""natives"" confirm.31 For Luke, a major function of the resurrection of Jesus was likewise the vindication of one wrongly executed. The ""risen\'\' Paul then engages in a ministry that echoes Jesus\' early activity Acts 28:7-9; Luke 4:38-41 A. J. Mattill observes, ""It is almost as if Paul were Jesus redivivus...""32 He is. The theme of Paul the savior is one component of the Deutero-Pauline portrait. 33 Paul does not replace Christ, whose servant he is, but he does bring redemption to others, light for those who live in darkness. Both can be characterized as ""light for the nations"" Luke 1:32; Acts 13:47.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This high ""paulology"" is congruent with Lucan soteriology and anthropology, which do better service to the cause of continuity in salvation history than to the status of Jesus as a unique redeemer. 34 In the realm of anthropology, Colossians and Ephesians are more akin to Luke and Acts than to Paul, for, despite the affirmations of newness of life, there is a tendency to replace the indicative/imperative model with ethical instruction, in other words, to regard moral capacity as a natural endowment for which grace is a kind of ""booster shoot.""\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The canonical Acts plays quite successfully with both sides of divinization: Paul is received as a god by those who know no better. The most famous incidents take place in Lystra 14:8-2035 and on the island of Malta 28:3-6.36 Another text worthy of examination is the telling and humorous37 Acts 19:13-17:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 13 Then some itinerant Jewish exorcists tried to use the name of the Lord Jesus over those who had evil spirits, saying, ""I adjure you by the Jesus whom Paul proclaims."" 14 Seven sons of a Jewish high priest named Sceva were doing this. 15 But the evil spirit said to them in reply, ""Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are you?"" 16 Then the man with the evil spirit leaped on them, mastered them all, and so overpowered them that they fled out of the house naked and wounded. 17 When this became known to all residents of Ephesus, both Jews and Greeks, everyone was awestruck; and the name of the Lord Jesus was praised.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The phrase ""Jesus ... and Paul I know"" evokes the supernatural knowleage of demons confronted by the Jesus in Mark 1:24: ""and he cried out, \'What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are, the Holy One of God.\' ""38\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In summary, the heroization of Paul in Acts is not highly restrained. Paul has it all and does it all. His story and his accomplishments rival that of Jesus in some important respects. Luke did not construct his portrait of the heroic Paul simply to glorify him. Every element of his extraordinary character served his mission, namely, Luke\'s theological and other goals. The Paul of Acts is both the agent and symbol of the worldwide mission to create a universal church, the legitimate heir of Israel and a tent under which all people could experience the salvation of God. One of the ironies of history is that Luke, who did not fully embrace Paufs theology and did not acknowledge the existence of his letters, did much to establish a framework in which the letters of Paul were received by the merging\northodox church.39\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul is without doubt Luke\'s hero, but Luke does not present the leading features of Paul\'s theology, nor does he reveal some of the more salient elements of his biography. For the author of Acts, the heritage of gentile Christianity pioneered by Paul was under attack, and Paul could only be defended through some major modifications. One of these concerns the title ""apostle,"" a title used routinely by Paul of his vocation and authority. Paul is Luke\'s hero, but Luke cannot assign him the title of apostle, which was restricted to the followers of Jesus. As far as Luke\'s circumstances went, the opponents of Paul in Galatians and 2 Corinthians had triumphed! Luke\'s was not, despite its ultimate success, the only resolution to the problem of the Pauline heritage and to the issue of church unity.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS Of PAUL\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul appeared in the second half of the second century, between c. 160 and c. 190, probably c. 170-175.40 The works now designated ""apocryphal acts of the apostles"" are a disparate group united by a biographical frame that follows an apostolic missionary from his original commission to his death, usually by martyrdom. Five of these books-those featuring Andrew, John, Paul, Peter, and Thomas-are called ""major,"" although a case can now be made for adding the Acts of Philip to that category. Only the Acts of Thomas is complete, and all of these acts were subjected to editing.41 Of the major Acts the piece devoted to Paul was the most acceptable in catholic circles, particularly on doctrinal grounds, and was ultimately condemned because of its use by heretics, notably the Manichees as well as followers of Priscillian.42 Nonetheless, the Acts of Paul continued to be read and utilized as an historical and edifying source throughout the Middle Ages.43\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Perhaps two-thirds of the entire work survives, and several sections exist in scanty fragments. The existence of some scenes can be identified or outlined by reference to the sixth-century Acts of Titus and two Byzantine authors, Nicetas of Paphlagonia tenth century and Nicephorus Callistus c. 1256-c. 1335.44 Although the work was composed in the late second century, the edition now reconstructed is not earlier than c. 300. Three components of the Acts of Paul enjoyed a separate existence. One, the martyrdom, was used liturgically on the appropriate feast, and was thus subject to considerable editing.45 Another, 3 Corinthians, was not an original part of the Acts of Paul.46 The third is the material featuring Thecla or Thekla of Iconium, who became an immensely popular saint in antiquity and later eras, as well as a more recent feminist heroine.47 The residue of the work must be reconstructed from incomplete papyrus texts.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 As is the case with all of the apocryphal acts of the apostles except those of Thomas, the opening of the Acts of Paul is not extant. The logical and standard place to begin was the call of the particular apostle. In the case of Paul that means his ""conversion"" in the vicinity of Damascus. The span of Acts of Paul thus extended from that event to his martyrdom in Rome under Nero.48 The intervening material relates visits to various sites. In the more complete passages, these visits are not explicitly initial, church-founding visits. The emphasis is upon the apostle\'s pastoral role. This is in keeping with much of the Deutero-Pauline tradition, which honored Paul as a great missionary, but focused upon his role as a teacher for the extant church, as, most notably, in the Pastoral Epistles.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This orientation has helped to promote a hypothesis that Acts of Paul is a sequel to the canonical Acts.49 One should note, however, that a number of Paul\'s visits could have been foundational, as the data are incomplete see below. In order to support his argument that Acts of Paul is a sequel, Richard Bauckham has to posit that the Acts of Paul did not begin with an account of his conversion.50 In response to Bauckham, Richard Pervo proposed that Acts of Paul sought to revise the story of Paul in the canonical Acts, while Daniel Marguerat argues that it should be considered as a ""Rereading.""51 All three of these approaches argue that Acts of Paul knew and utilized the canonical Acts.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Willy Rordorf, a distinguished authority on the Acts of Paul, has long dissented from this view, holding that Acts of Paul is quite independent of Acts.52 He therefore rejects all of the above-mentioned theories. The evidence for use of Acts by the Acts of Paul is, however, quite strong, including not only its general plan and content-a journey from Damascus to Rome, from conversion to martyrdom-but also specific examples of linguistic borrowing, as emphasized by Julian Hills, as well as imitation/revision of particular episodes.53 The use of Paul\'s letters is undisputed.54 Equally manifest is the use of gospel traditions. See below. The stories about Thecla contain some marks of an earlier, possibly first century, origin.55\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The question of intertextual relationships among the various apocryphal acts of the apostles is vexing.56 Because these works exist in multiple editions, none original, separation of initial borrowing such as the use of Mark by Matthew from later contamination is difficult.57 The question is most acute in comparison of the Acts of John, Peter, and Paul. The use of a form of the Quo Vadis story in Acts of Paul 13 probably derives from the Acts of Peter 35 Passion 6.58 This is quite possibly a secondary improvement to the Acts of Paul rather than the imitation by the author of one scene from the extant Acts of Peter, but certainty is not possible. If Acts of Paul utilized the Petrine acts, it is not to be dated before c. 175. Other sources, possibly oral in origin, are probable, especially for the story of Thecla.59 In its present form, the episodes featuring Thecla are an integral portion of the work, as numerous intratextual allusions indicate. The most notable of these is the encounter each has with a friendly lion 4.3; 9.23.60 This intratextual parallelism indicates that, despite the ravages of editors, condemnation, and the varied fate and state of manuscripts, Acts of Paul is a literary work executed by an author in control of his sources. 61 The following table reveals the evident plan of the original work, in so far as surviving sources indicate.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 10: Synopsis of the Acts of Paul\n\nLocality -- Section62 -- Source -- First Visit/Revisit68 -- NTData\nDamascus -- 163 -- 2, 5, [6]65 -- First -- Galatians, Act\nJericho -- 9, 7 -- 1, 6 -- First -- ___\nJerusalem -- 1 -- 2 -- ? -- Acts Gal\nSyrian ? Antioch -- 2 -- 1a, 2, 7, 8 -- First69 -- Galatians, Act\nIconium -- 3 -- 2, 3, 8 -- First70 -- Acts 14:1-673\nPisidian Antioch -- 464 -- 2, 3, 8 -- First -- Acts 13\nMyra -- 5 -- 2, 8 -- Unknown71 -- Acts 27:5-674\nSidon -- 6 -- 2, 766 -- Unknown -- Acts27:3\nTyre -- 7 -- 767 -- Unknown -- Acts 21:3, 7\nJerusalem-Cilicia-Smyrna -- 8 -- 6 -- Unknown -- Galatians, Act\nEphesus -- 9 -- 1, 6, 7, 8, 9 -- First -- Acts 19, letters\nPhilippi -- 10-11 -- 1a, 2, 7 -- Unknown -- Acts 16\nCorinth -- 12 -- 1, 2 -- Re-visit ?72 -- Acts, letters\nVoyage -- 13 -- 1, 1a -- ___ --Acts 27\nRome -- 14 -- 1, 2, 4, 7 -- First -- Acts, PE\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Source Key:\n\n1. Greek papyrus of third-fourth century P. Hamb.. Eleven leaves. 75\n1a. P. Michigan 1317, 3788, P. Berlin 13893, P. Oxy. 6, 1602, P. Bodmer 10, fourth century, mostly overlapping with P. Hamb.76\n2. Coptic papyrus of fifth-sixth century P. Heid.. 2000 fragments of parts of the entire work.77\n3. Acts of Paul and Thecla, available in over forty Greek mss. and various versions.78\n4. The Martyrdom, available in several Greek mss. and various versions.\n5. P. Rylands inv. 44. A short but valuable Coptic papyrus.79\n6. Coptic P. Bodmer XLI.\n7. The Acts of Titus.\n8. Nicetas of Paphlagonia.\n9. Nicephorus Callistus.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Observations: 1 Although substantial portions of some episodes are missing, the general plan of the book and of its contents is clear. This is apparent from the overlap among the larger sources, which link the various sections, and from the multiple attestations for many of the episodes. The beginning is the most obscure, but it is most likely that the story included an account of Paul\'s conversion, modeled more upon Galatians than upon Acts 9. The Acts of Paul knows nothing of a release in Rome,\nfollowed by a mission to Spain.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 2 The chief plank in Richard Bauckham\'s argument that Acts of Paul is a sequel to the canonical Acts is the contention that it features return visits to sites already evangelized by Paul.80 The text itself is silent on this matter, and, more often than not, implies, or at least is open to, the interpretation that this is Paul\'s first stay at a site.81 Residence in the house of a believer does not prove that he has been at a city previously. The housechurch of Onesiphorus 3, for example, was evidently founded by Titus. Paul was unknown to Onesiphorus 3:2 His stay with Prisca and Aquila at Ephesus 9 is a logical inference from Acts 18-19 cf. 1 Cor. 16:19. Acts of Paul is not interested in the question of initial or repeat visits, and the inference that Paul has been to many of these communities on a previous occasion is generally unwarranted.82 Paul is a wandering preacher supported by household patrons in almost every place.83\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The chief inspiration for the portrayal of Paul in the Acts of Paul is the canonical gospel type, from opening epiphany to post-mortem appearance.84 The author took pains to make the story, both in its general plan and in many details, an echo of that of Jesus. The following list does not seek to be exhaustive; it is demonstrative:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 1. Initial epiphany. Commission of Paul in a vision of Christ. referred to in APl 9:5-6. Compare the baptism of Jesus.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 2. ""Temptation."" Paul goes to the desert and is ""with the wild beasts"" cf. APl 9:7. Compare Mark 1:12-13. On his journey to Jericho in the desert region Paul encounters and baptizes a lion 1.85\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 3. A ministry of proclamation, wonderworking, and persecution. Note, for example, Acts of Paul 2, where the apostle preaches, raises a dead person, and is thrown out of town cf. Luke 4:16-30. In Ephesus, Paul\'s antagonist, Hieronymus, loses an ear, but is healed through the intervention of an angel deputizing for Paul APl 9:27-28; cf. Luke 22:50-51. Like Jesus, Paul had forerunners e.g., Titus, APl 3:286.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 4. Paul recruits a disciple who follows his path of preaching baptizing and persecution APl 3-4; cf. Mark 6:6b-13; 30. The apostle begins his mission in Iconium by preaching a sermon that opens with beatitudes 3:6; cf. Matt. 5:3-12. This leads to the conversion of Thecla, who gives up all to follow him.87 Her fiance came to arrest Paul with an armed crowd 4:15; cf. Mark 14:43.88 The offical before whom Paul is tried hears him gladly cf. Mark 6:20 [John the Baptizer and Antipas]. Thecla is like a sheep without a shepherd cf. Mark 6:34. In a vision she sees the Lord in the form of Paul APl 3:21. Paul arranges to feed the household of Onesiphorus, which has given up all to follow him,89 by selling his cloak for five loaves APl 3:23; 25; cf. Mark 6:35-44.90 Thecla offers to give up her sexual identity gender and follow Paul wherever he goes APl 3:25; cf. Luke 9:57-58. When condemned to the beasts, she has an inscription describing her crime APl 4:28; cf. John 19:19. The traditional name \'\'Acts of Paul and Thecla"" is no less appropriate than the \'\'Acts of God and the Apostles"" would be for the canonical book. Paul is the master, the shepherd, Thecla the lamb and pupil. He is, in some sense, Christ to her. In the episodes centering upon Thecla, Paul is like the ""absent"" Christ, to whom one prays and from whom consolation is sought:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 But as a lamb in the wilderness looks around for the shepherd, so Thecla [condemned to burn in the arena] kept searching for Paul. And having looked into the crowd she saw the Lord sitting in the likeness of Paul and said, \'\'As if I were unable to endure, Paul has come to look after me."" And she gazed upon him with great earnestness, but he went up to heaven.91\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 These images speak for themselves.92 Paul is a celestial shepherd who comes to succor his sheep. He also finds means for meeting their bodily needs: In the Acts of Paul 3:23-25, the apostle has his cloak93 sold to buy bread for his starving followers. The yield was five loaves. One doubts that the number was pulled out of a hat.94 The capacity for such sacrifice is miraculous.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 At Myra no kinder fate lay in store:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 ... He saw Hermippus coming with a drawn sword in his hand, and with him many other young men with their cudgels. Paul said to them, ""I am not a robber,95 nor am I a murderer ...""96\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Such repeated reminiscences point out that Paul did indeed take up his cross daily and suffer not one but many passions. One might argue that he had accomplished greater things than Jesus.97 The text just cited is a case in point, for the apostle thwarted this attack. His assailant was struck blind and broke down into confession. Presently he is, of course, healed.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 5. Paul undergoes a passion APl 14:4-7.98 On the voyage to Rome, APl 13 Paul who, 13:1, like Jesus [Mark 4:38] has fallen asleep meets the risen Lord, walking on the water cf. Mark 6:45-52, who announces that he is about to be crucified again. This-probably secondary-""passion prediction""99 indicates that Paul\'s death will have a saving effect.100 Condemned, like Jesus, by the ruling authority Nero in this case, Paul was beheaded. From his neck flowed milk. This parallel to John 19:34 is followed by admiration from the soldier and bystanders cf. Mark 15:39 and parallels. Following the execution Paul appears to the emperor and makes a speech. The soldiers, Longus and Cestus the latter a centurion, come ""very early"" cf. Mark 16: 1 to the grave, find two men praying with Paul, and flee in fear. The two, Titus and Luke, likewise flee in fear of the soldiers, but all works out for the best.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 And, as Paul had told them, Longus and Cestus, the centurion, came in fear very early101 to the grave of Paul. And when they drew near they found two men in prayer and Paul with them, and they became frightened when they saw the unexpected miracle, but Titus and Luke, being afraid at the sight of Longus and Cestus, turned to run away.102\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 But they followed and said to them, ""We follow you not in order to kill you, blessed men of God, as you imagine, but in order to live, that you may do to us as Paul promised us. We have just seen him in prayer beside you."" Upon hearing this Titus and Luke gave them joyfully the seal103 in the Lord, glorifying God and the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.104\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This report is a recasting of the empty tomb story in Mark 16:1-8. It includes several ""improvements"" upon the original. Paul appeared to Nero rather than to his own followers.105 Moreover, his male disciples, in contrast to those of Jesus, remained with him. Unlike the women, they did not flee. The attendant soldiers cf. Matt. 27:62-66; Gospel of Peter 35; 38, are converted and initiated. Paul\'s death and resurrection epitomizes the soteriological character of his ministry. Paul does not replace Christ, whose messenger he remains, but he recruits disciples, as had Jesus. These followers view Paul as their master and savior. The story follows the model of the canonical Gospel, arguably that of Mark. Although the same shape can be seen, in more subtle fashion, in the canonical Acts, 106 and this could have inspired the author, his particular model was apparently Mark, whose political orientation was more congenial to the author than was that of the Gospel of Luke. 107\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul promotes the most radical-next to Marcionform-of Paulinism yet witnessed. Its views represent a nearly diametrically opposite view to those of the Pastoral Epistles on such matters as authority, church and society, and ethics.108 The roots of its theology do not derive from Paul alone. This Paul does turn ""mother against daughter and daughter against mother"" Luke 12:53.109 Rejection of marriage sets the mission against the fundamental institution of Greco-Roman society-the household.110 Although married couples can be found e.g., Onesiphorus and Lectra, ch. 3; Aquila and Priscilla, 9:1, there is no suggestion that they procreate, and Paul, like the heroes of other Acts, certainly disrupts marriages e.g. those of the affianced Thecla, 3; Eubula and Diophantes; Artemilla and Hieronymus, ch. 9; and Stratonike, the wife of Apollophanes111. In the apocryphal acts of the apostles conflict over sex replaces, as it were, the conflicts with Jews that motivate much persecutifn in the canonical Acts. In the Acts of Paul, the apostle continues the tradition of the radical, alienated, penniless itinerant, now active in the Greek-speaking urban world rather than in Syria and Palestine.112\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul brooks no compromise with the world. In response to harassment by the highly placed Alexander, Thecla ""... attacked Alexander and rent his raiment, and tore off the golden crown of the figure of Caesar, which he had on his head, and dashed it to the ground, and left him naked, destitute and full of shame."" This follows the Armenian version,113 as the Greek text has been bowdlerized.114 Alexander was a priest of the imperial cult, and his crown bore the image of Caesar. Thecla\'s action was a crime against the emperor.115 The Acts of Paul uses the image of holy war-Christian warfare-in opposition to the Empire. Christians are, soldiers of the eternal monarch APl 14:2-3. This declaration of war survives even in the martyrdom, where one would reasonably expect eventual editorial mollification.116\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Moral rigorism, vigorous eschatology, embrace of ecstatic prophecy, and acceptance of women prophets have led to the reasonable conclusion that Acts of Paul, which emerged in central Asia Minor at about the same time as the ""New Prophecy,"" known after its founder as Montanism, represents and/or advocates this movement. At the very least, Acts of Paul reflects the strong interest in spiritual renewal characteristic of the region at that time. If the Acts of Paul is a specimen of outright Montanist propaganda, it is quite subtle. No ""new"" -in the sense of postapostolic-revelations are delivered. Such pronouncements were characteristic of the New Prophecy, which saw itself as the recipient of the promised ""Paraclete"" John 14:16. Thecla is an ideal Montanist icon because of her celibacy and ardor, but it is remarkable that the portion of the work devoted to her APl 3-4 does not refer to the Spirit although she does have a vision, 3:21. The safest conclusion is that the Acts of Paul and the New Prophecy come from a similar environment, but that Acts of Paul is not a direct representative of it.117\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This work displays modest theological sophistication; it propounds a popular theology with charismatic elements that is not without parallels in many eras of Christian history. In this regard, the author was not utterly unlike his canonical predecessor, although his theology was both more popular and more charismatic. Literarily, however, the author displayed more than a little sophistication by placing his story of Paul within the gospel shape. Those who received Paul and Thecla received Christ. Salvation history is a tool for opposing heretics, but it does not play the vital role that it does for Luke.118\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Paul of these non-canonical Acts, like the Paul of Acts, is a wandering missionary, who works wonders and converts large numbers to the faith. Differently from the Paul of Acts, his message has a strongly antiestablishment edge, rejecting the established forms of authority, notably the emperor, and its institutions, particularly the family. He is, like the Paul of the Deutero-Pauline letters, but unlike the Paul of Acts, a ""loner,"" with no apparent connections to a community in Jerusalem or to other leaders, such as Peter and James.119\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE EPISTULA APOSTOLORUM\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This text, 120 the title121 of which derives from its content, was probably composed in Egypt during the last quarter of the second century.122 The Epistula survives fully in very late Ethiopic manuscripts, probably translated from an Arabic version of a presumed Greek original.123Epistula Apostolorum itself is a revelation dialogue, a post-resurrection conversation between Jesus and the apostles that is embedded within a communication itself embedded within a narrative introduction. The text is, in structure, a double Chinese box. No epistolary conclusion is provided. The revelation dialogue flourished in the world of Gnosis. The generally ""orthodox"" Epistula Apostolorum was an attempt to capture this genre for catholic Christianity. This suggests that the form-a distant descendant of Plato\'s brilliant dialogues-had some appeal.124 These conversations are also testaments of Jesus, with roots in that genre also.125 The quasi-epistolary framework is additional evidence for the importance of the letter as a medium of communication among Christians. Behind this framework stands, at some remove, the impact of Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This is the most ""catholic"" of ""epistles,"" addressed to churches in East and West, North, and South ch. 2. It therefore pretends both that the apostles had gone out to the four corners of the earth to evangelize the world and yet were evidently together at the time of its composition. It also draws upon a wide range of early Christian literature, including many of the texts that would find their way into the eventual New Testament canon, and the Apostolic Fathers, as well as a number of Christian apocrypha. Allusions to the Pauline corpus are frequent. 126 The author was also familiar with Acts and, possibly, with the Acts of Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In retrospect, it is likely that the concept of a document from the apostolic college was inspired by Acts 15:23-29. For the author, Acts was no sacred or inviolable source. In ch. 15, the Lord predicts that one of the group will be in prison at Passover, experience an angelic delivery and miraculously opened door, then spend time with believers. This reflects the adventure of Peter in Acts 12:1-17, which has, in its complexity, the marks of a Lucan composition. The most probable explanation is that the author utilized and modified Acts 12, clarifying somewhat the enigmatic conclusion of v. 17.127\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After a command to preach to Jews and gentiles throughout the world in ch. 30, chs. 31-32 turn to a new subject. The Twelve will meet a man named Saul, ""which being interpreted means Paul.""128 The Lord then narrates the conversion, following the D-Text, and/or, possibly, the Acts of Paul.129 The apostles themselves will heal his blinded eyes. After an expanded account of the prophecy about Paul\'s future in Acts 9:10-16, the Lord tells his hearers to instruct Paul in all matters of the faith, with particular reference to prophetic scripture. According to ch. 33, Paul will come to them ""quickly,"" presumably in Jerusalem, per Acts 9:26-30. This account, which is at considerable variance with Galatians 1, goes beyond Acts in its efforts to integrate Paul into the early Jerusalem community and the company of Jesus\' immediate followers. Like Luke, this author stresses the continuity of salvation history and places Paul within it as a subordinate of the Jerusalem authorities.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Polemical and controversial issues cannot be directly detected.130 If, however, any spoke of conflict between Paul and the Jerusalem leaders, either positively, as did Marcion, or negatively, as in the Clementines, one could point to the Epistula Apostolorum to correct these views. Although quite different from the roughly contemporary Irenaeus, this text likewise assumes Paul\'s regularity and legitimacy. Paul teaches nothing that Peter does not teach. False teachers and doctrine exist,131 but Paul cannot be linked to any of them. Unlike Irenaeus, Epistula Apostolorum is utterly innocent of Pauline theology.132 Although Pauline letters are cited by allusion, Epistula Apostolorum says nothing about Paul as an author. In balance, it is likely that the insertion of Paul into the Epistula Apostolorum was deemed important133 and that its purpose was to assure the readers that Paul belongs to what it views as, and eventually became, the mainstream. Otherwise stated: this report will correct opposing views of Paul. Epistula Apostolorum may be a rare voice of an Egyptian ""popular"" Christianity that lacked the sophistication of such Alexandrians as Clement and various ""Gnostics.""134 Egypt also contained some for whom Paul was primarily a teacher of righteousness.135 The Epistula Apostolorum shows the utilization of Pauline narratives within another narrative for purposes not unlike those of the canonical Acts, in a different and later context.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF PETER\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Peter exists, like the Acts of Paul, only in fragments.136 The martyrdom section, used, like that of Paul, in worship, alone survives in complete Greek witnesses. The subject of this section is the Actus Vercellenses Vere., a sixth- or seventh-century Latin piece derived from a translation made in the third or fourth century.137 The earliest certain attestation of the work is Eusebius H.B. 3.3.1-2, who places it among rejected Petrine writings.138 Third-century writers made use of the work, without attribution,139 and the thicket of intertextual relationships among the Acts of Peter, Paul, and John make it quite certain that the work existed in the last quarter of the second century.140 The general perspective of the Acts of Peter is quite unlike that of the Acts of Paul, for it opposes rigorism.141 Lapsed believers who repent are to be restored to communion, martyrdom is to be accepted but not pursued, and money may be received from those of questionable character.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Two-thirds of the original work survives, although not in its original state. The original evidently had two foci: Jerusalem and Rome. This is to say that travel was not a major focus of the Acts of Peter. Its hero was the leader of the church in two ""capitals,"" the Holy City of the biblical tradition and the imperial center. The shift in his location represents the movement from Jewish to gentile Christianity. Probably because of its combination with the Pseudo-Clementines,142 this section was removed and the book re-edited to account for gaps. The Pauline material Verc. 1-3 is a later addition to the Acts of Peter; it now begins the major surviving section. Two pieces from the earlier Jerusalem component survive, each edited in a strongly misogynist fashion to support celibacy.143 Both of these stories use miracle as a symbol and evidently sought, in their earlier form, to reinforce the view that God\'s ways may seem cruel but work out for the best. Other episodes may be implied.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Actus Vercellenses begins with Paul in Rome. After he leaves for Spain, Simon the magician of Acts 8 makes substantial inroads into the community. A vision summons Peter to Rome, where he engages in a lengthy contest with Simon, whom he utterly masters in a duel of miracles. Forestalled by Peter in an attempt to fly, Simon was injured and eventually died. Disruption of partnerships and marriages brought about by Peter\'s preaching lead to persecution. Advised of the plot, Peter leaves Rome but experiences an appearance of Christ the Quo Vadis episode and returns to Rome, where, at his request, he is crucified upside down, delivering a moving oration to his followers.144 Peter\'s death brought the persecution to a close.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Actus Vercellenses opens, in effect, where Acts left off, with the exception that Paul seems to be in prison, rather than in a private house,145 although he has regular contact with the faithful. Among his converts was Candida, the warden Quartus\' wife. She, in turn, brought her husband into the fold.146 That worthy, without making any reference to legal issues, instructs Paul to leave Rome and travel at his own discretion.147 Paul leaves the matter in God\'s hand. At the end of a three-day fast, he prayed and received a vision with an oracle directing him to become a physician to the Spaniards.148 The balance of the unit is an extended farewell scene.149 The faithful lament and recall, somewhat gratuitously, his arguments with Jewish leaders cf. Acts 28:17-31}, whom.he refuted by. saying that Christ, whom their fathers killed, had abrogated the ""ritual"" law. The people entreated Paul to restrict his Spanish mission to a year, at most, comparing the apostle to a mother who abandons her children. A public voice from heaven squelches their petitions. Paul will,be executed by Nero. This silences the protests and augments faith.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The narrative is aware of the tradition that Paul fulfilled his plans to visit Spain,150 but does not adopt the theory that Paul was acquitted at trial and later returned to Rome and re-arrest. The public voice from heaven is superior to private revelations received, for example, in Acts 9:15-16. Paul\'s commission comes from Christ. The immediate object of this divine intervention is pastoral: believers must not resist the will of God. The first paragraph has established three qualities of Paul: he is a missionary who can convert influential people,151 a pastor who nourishes the faithful, and a disputant who can rout rivals.152 He is, moreover, a privileged agent of God, one who communicates privately with the deity and publicly on God\'s behalf.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Chapter 2 describes the farewell liturgy,153 also set in a pastoral context. Paul celebrates a bread and water154 eucharist. Spiritual insight led him to rebuff one communicant, Rufina, who was involved in an adulterous relationship.155 She may be saved if she repents. In punishment, Rufina was paralyzed on one side and lost her speech.156 This incident panics the other believers, who wonder if they can be forgiven. The apostle responds with a brief address promising that those who abide in the moral requirements of their faith will be forgiven sins committed in ignorance. 157 As in the epistles e.g., Col. 3:5-17, his exhortations take the form of contrasting catalogues of virtues and vices.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In his subsequent prayer, Paul utilizes the Deutero-Pauline ""once ... now"" frame158 to characterize himself as a former blasphemer, persecutor, and enemy of Christ. This prayer makes the pastoral purpose of such passages as 1Tim.1:12-17 an apparent model159 explicit: if God forgave the abominable Paul, he can also forgive the likes of me. The faithful, recognizing their vulnerability, pray that Paul may return as soon as possible. This foreshadows the difficulty that will soon arise. Acts of Peter represents the venerable view that heresy could gain no foothold so long as the original apostles were present.160\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The final Pauline unit ch. 3 draws out the farewell through retardation. Among those conducting him to the harbor are representatives of all sorts and conditions, headed by a Senator, Demetrius.161 Unfavorable weather prevents an immediate departure. Paul sends messengers with this news, motivating large numbers to come by various means to be with Paul, who edifies them for three days before he finally departs. This unit reinforces the great love of the entire community for Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Paul of these secondary chapters is very much the Deutero-Paul found elsewhere: a gentile, to all intents and purposes, a sinner turned around by God; the chosen vessel; and a great spiritual leader. Grace stands at the center of his theology. ""He"" understands that grace is power, the source of faith, which equips believers. Even egregious sinners can repent and return.162 The purpose of the addition is clear: to place Paul on an equal footing with Peter who also advocates reception of the penitent in Rome, where both will lead in turn and in turn be martyred. The tendency to strengthen the relationship between the two apostles, first concelebrated in 1 Clement, will continue to develop.163\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Related texts include the Passion of Peter and Paul and the Acts of Peter and Paul. Sources of the Passion included the Acts of Peter, PseudoMarcellus below, the Clementines, and the Acts of Paul.164 The longer edition of the Passion opens with Paul\'s return from Spain to Rome, where he assists Peter, whose theology he shares, in debate with some Jews and in the conflict with Simon. Their joint prayers send the airborne Simon to his just doom.165 This event, rather than recalcitrant wives and concubines, 166 led to the condemnation of both, who die in ,the respective manners.167 Nero, too, soon dies.168 Paul\'s role is relatively minor in this account, but his link to Peter, which extended to their deaths, is dear. In that sense the Passion resolves matters that the Acts of Peter anticipated.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 "" The Acts of Peter and Paul, known as ""Ps.-Marcellus"" from the putative author a companion of Peter in the Acts of Peter, is a sixth- or seventh-century Greek text also available in various versions.169 Elaborations of Paul\'s travels and martyrdom give Paul a role more nearly equal to that of Peter. They are the ""two great lights.""170 A remarkable feature of this work is that it begins with data derived from Acts 28:10-15: Paul departs from Malta ""Gaudomeleta\'\' and stops at Syracuse, Rhegium [Messina, Didymus],171 Puteoli, Three Taverns, and the Forum of Appius. He follows this itinerary as a free man who can choose his own destination. Ps. Marcellus thus uses data from Acts while adopting the view of the Acts of Paul that Paul was not a prisoner.172\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After a number of adventures, Paul arrives in Rome, after which the story blends into the tradition of the Acts of Peter.173 This text was the most successful attempt to unify the ministries of Peter and Paul. As de Santos Otero observes, it amounted to a reJecuohilltlie earlier acts of the two apostles.174 One might add that this program also rejects the spirit of the major apocryphal acts of the apostles, each of which presented its hero in near isolation from the other apostles. Like some other later Acts, this book was summoned to the aid of ecclesiastical politics. In its rivalry with the ""New Rome"" of Constantinople, the old Rome could invoke the bones of the two greatest apostles of the faith. One example of that tendency is the Acts of Titus. Another is the Acts of Barnabas.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF BARNABAS\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Journeys and Witness of St Barnabas the Apostle, as it is entitled barely qualifies for a place in Lipsius-Bonnet\'s standard edition of apocryphal Acts, where it constitutes an Appendix.175 The work derives from the late fifth century. Its major purpose was to defend the autonomous character of the Church of Cyprus.176 The leading interest here is its treatment of the conflict between Paul and Barnabas Acts 15:36-39, which was quite troubling to patristic authorities and has influenced the text of this work.177 Both the purpose of the text and its geographical information indicate that Acts of Barnabas was composed in Crete. Probable sources include, in addition to Acts and Galatians, an old edition of the Acts of Mark, and the Acts of Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Mark, the point of contention in Acts 15:36-39, narrates the work in the first person singular. In contrast to Acts 12, Mark was of polytheist origin, a former servant of Cyrillus, high priest of Zeus, who was baptized by Paul, Barnabas, and Silas in Iconium.178 His story frames the account chs. 1-6; 24-26. The mission focuses upon the conflict with polytheism, the feasts and temples of which play a prominent role.179 This may well represent the continuance of popular festivals that even the baptized were reluctant to abandon.180 The agent who brings about the martyrdom of Barnabas is none other than Paul\'s old adversary Barjesus Acts 13:6-12. He foments the Jews to arrest and eventually lynch Barnabas chs. 8 and 23. Pursued by a Jewish mob, Mark and his companions were able to escape, arriving eventually in Alexandria, where Mark launched his mission.181 The narrative leaves no room for Mark to meet with Peter and compose his Gospel, nor was he an eyewitness to Jesus\' ministry. The focus of the central section is upon Mark\'s relations with Barnabas and Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After Mark\'s baptism, Mark and Barnabas had paired visions, the content of which Barnabas commanded him to disclose to no one chs. 2-3. This establishes a link between the two and a distance from Paul, who is kept ignorant of God\'s plan for Mark. The mission to Cyprus had its point of origin in Iconium ch. 5.182 The Antiochene commission of Acts 13: 1-3 is implicitly contradicted, perhaps because that made no mention of John Mark. Chapter 5 reports that Mark spent two months in Perga, hoping to sail west, but was forbidden by the Spirit to do so. Learning that ""the apostles"" were in Antioch, he went there. Once again, the account expands and contradicts Acts 13:14; cf. 15:38, which implies that Mark deserted Paul and Barnabas on his own initiative.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The portrait of Paul in chs. 6-10 is neither heroic nor edifying; to the modern reader, at least, it is amusing. Mark found the apostle sick in bed183 and furious with him because of his ""delay"" in Pamphylia. Mark avoided Paul for some time and finally begged his forgiveness by kneeling before him for several weeks, but to no avail. It transpires that Mark had retained some parchments while at Perga.184 Their work at Antioch completed, the two decided to evangelize the East and then return to Cyprus for a pastoral visit. Barnabas wanted to go to Cyprus first while Lucius proposed Cyrene185. Paul received a vision directing him to Jerusalem. Barnabas nonetheless continued to press the case of Cyrpus. Tue result was a big fight, one not ameliorated by Barnabas\' proposal that he and Paul take Mark with them. The other believers supported this plan. In the end, Paul-who is clearly Barnabas\' superior rather than a colleague whom Barnabas had recruitedsaid that, if Barnabas were to take Mark, he should go on his own. The two then made up, with a full ration of tears and prayers. Barnabas affirmed that they would not meet again, as he was to die in Cyprus. Paul, for his part, reported a vision of the Lord who told him not to resist Barnabas\' plans, while he was to go to Jerusalem and learn of his own fate. The situation in view is more like that of Acts 20-21 Paul\'s final journey to Jerusalem than to Acts 15.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although Acts of Barnabas seeks to justify Mark\'s action and Barnabas\' continuing support of him, it does so by portraying Paul as stubborn and irascible, slow to forgive and unwilling to forget. The narrator obviously relied upon evidence and intimations from the epistles suggesting that the great apostle could be difficult. With that view many modern readers will agree. It is the most ""candid"" and unflattering portrait of Paul in early Christian literature, ad hoc but not without some careful exploration of the tradition. In the end, the whole controversy is patched up with - mutual good wishes and visions, which are shared, if at all, after matters has been decided. God decided the outcome, to be sure, but with support from Paul that came too little and too late. Those who write laudatory biographies of the apostle to the gentiles will not invoke these Acts as evidence. Barnabas could not, evidently, be the patron of Cyprus without establishing his reasons for separating from Paul.186 Even more importantly, the founder and patron of the Alexandrian church could not be portrayed as a Pauline reject.187 It was necessary to show, with or without delicacy and divine intervention, that Paul was wrong about Mark.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF TITUS\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Tue Acts of Titus188 is very similar to the work just discussed. Probably written c. 550-600, it focuses upon ecclesiastical issues and conflicts with polytheism. The form of the work is unlike most of the various Acts, biographical, following the subject from birth to death and covering most of the standard topics.189 Like the correspondence between Seneca and Paul,190 this story deals with the problems of well-educated people faced with the poor literary quality of the Christian scriptures. Titus himself was a Hellene of high social standing. Paul did not convert him-in fact, Titus was a very early believer. The information about Paul is unremarkable. He did authorize Titus to engage in missionary work Titus preceded Paul to every missionary site ch. 4. Paul\'s status can be taken for granted. His character requires no defense or exposition. The Pauline itinerary is, of necessity, different, including a foray to Crete, which was evangelized before Ephesus ch. 5.191\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 XANTHIPPE\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Life and Conduct of the Holy Women Xanthippe, Polyxena, and Rebecca,192 commonly known as the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena Xan, makes rich use of various apocryphal acts of the apostles, as well as the canonical book, in the construction of a short Christian novel. The date is difficult to determine. M. R. James suggested the middle of the third century. Stefan Davies proposes 190-250,193 though the language of the extant edition cannot be earlier than c. 400.194 Note also the apparent use of the Acts of Philip. An Eastern provenance is likely. Spain is a closed book for the author, who cannot identify a single place in the Iberian Peninsula. All of the characters except Probus have Greek names. Greece, the other scene of action, may be a likely place of composition, but the geography of Greece is no less vague than that of Spain.Xanthippe is closer in content to the ancient romantic novels than any of the other works surveyed in this chapter. The work falls into two parts, rather like the Jewish novel Aseneth, with a conversion story in the first part and adventures in the second. Chapters 1-21 relate the initiation of Xanthippe by Paul during his mission to Spain, with the normal consequent marital difficulties, all happily resolved by the eventual baptism of her husband.195\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Xanthippe came equipped with a beautiful younger sister, Polyxena. Chapters 22-42 relate her story, beginning with her kidnapping by a rival of her suitor, assisted by a gang of bandits. They set sail for Babylonia.196 Cast upon the Greek shore by a storm, she was rescued by Philip, who had been warned of her arrival in a vision. 197 Polyxena fled in the face of an attack by the bandits. Through the assistance of a lioness and the apostle Andrew apostles were thick on the ground in Greece just then198, she and a Jewish slave named Rebecca received baptism, after which Andrew left them to their own devices.199 An official presently kidnapped the ravishing Polyxena, while a private soldier had to be content with the possession of Rebecca. The non-compliant Polyxena is condemned but, like Thecla, finds a friendly lion. Eventually she makes her way back to Spain. A barbarian assault and her attempt to do away with herself rather than face a fate worse than death enlivened this voyage. Xanthippe conforms to the popular convention of ""There and back."" In structure and plot, it is a Christian alternative to romantic novels such as An Ephesian Story. Even ,by the standards of that terse production, Xanthippe is so brief that the second part reads like an outline that would serve a narrator as an aidememoire.200 Paul is the chief religious authority, the equal, at least, of other japostles, but he enjoys no adventures.201 All of those are experienced by women, as the title aptly indicates. This is not an Acts of Paul, Xanthippe, and others.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The story opens in Spain. Probus, an official, sent his slave to Rome with messages. While there the slave happened to hear the message of Paul, ""the truly golden and beautiful nightingale."" This purple patch effectively characterizes the preaching of the apostle.202 The slave is smitten, but must return. The theme of a cult diffused through a slave illustrates a famous thesis of historians of religion. 203 Both this slave and Mme. Probus, our very own Xanthippe, fall sick with longing for the faith. Their symbolic language about illness clearly intelligible to the Christian reader leads Probus to believe that the sickness is physical and that Paul is a conventional physician chs. 1-2.204 Physician was applied metaphorically to Christ. 205\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In due course, ""The preacher and teacher and illuminator of the world"" arrived in Spain. The circumstances conform to the Actus Vercellenses of Peter.206 The epithets conform to the Deutero-Pauline portrait of the apostle. Xanthippe is sick with religious love, and longs to touch his, garments ch. 7.207 When the poor Probus learns of Paul\'s presence, he rushes into the street and beseeches him to come to his house. Xanthippe\'s spiritual insight reveals that upon his forehead are the words ""Paul the herald of God."" She washes Paul\'s feet with her hair cf. Luke 7:38. These parallels to interactions between Jesus and women help nurture the implicit paulology of this story. Paul is Christ to Xanthippe. The success of Paul\'s mission is described in terms reminiscent of the gospel.208 The apostle has the power to remit sins.209 His suffering is vicarious.210 After a normal series of adventures she is rewarded by a christophany, when the savior appears in the form of Paul ch. 15.211\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Chapter 22 introduces Polyxena. She had a threatening dream, in which Christ appeared in the form of Paul. Xanthippe advised her to receive baptism the very next day, then left to hear Paul. Kidnappers disrupted this plan. As she was finally preparing, following her diverse adventures narrated above, to return home, Onesimus212 breaks into the narrative in the first person ch. 38213. While en route to Paul in Spain, with letters ch. 41, Onesimus received a vision directing him to pick up the two women and convey them to Paul. Weather prevented their departure. This was providential, for it gave ""Lucius"" probably Luke214 opportunity to convert the entire city. Upon their return, they are welcomed by Paul. Both Polyxena\'s kidnapper who has returned by some unreported route and means 215 and her former suitor abandon their schemes upon receipt of baptism. Just as in romantic novels, the entire populace celebrates the return of a heroine.216 Polyxena, however, will remain a virgin and never let Paul rather than a husband out of her sight. Nothing is said of Paul\'s eventual return to Rome.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The text is not clear about marital sex. Although Paul appears to endorse lawful marriage for those who burn, his subsequent words to Probus imply that sex is best avoided, and readers may conclude that the two will live in chastity, since Xanthippe had withdrawn from his bed after baptism. Polyxena will never marry. The surface interpretation is that baptism precludes marriage and that baptism after marriage should\npreclude sex, but this is not certain. The evident ambiguity may be due to subsequent editing of an earlier anti-sexual text.217\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The apostle of Xan is the typical hero oflater Paulinism. He possesses all of the qualities-universal missionary, divinely guided hero, surrogate savior-of the tradition, and evidently works alone, with the support of various colleagues, but Paul is not the only or an isolated apostle.218 This image is taken for granted in this little novel, in which Paul\'s chief function is to ignite the plot. Many Christian authorities would have found Xanthippe and company preferable heroines to Thecla, for they do not challenge valid authority acting correctly in its proper sphere.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 APOCALYPSES\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In so far as they relate the content of visions, apocalypses are narratives. A popular type in early Judaism and Christianity featured tours of heaven and hell. 219 One of the most widespread and influential examples of this type was the Apocalypse of Paul Visio Pauli.220 The original was probably composed in Greek, possibly in Egypt, c. 250. The most familiar form of the piece is a Latin text of the fifth and sixth centuries. This is incomplete and not well organized. So many editions in various languages exist that Richard Bauckham characterized the remnants as a ""collection of literature.""221 The ApocPl became the most popular apocalypse of its type and exercised a vast influence upon Christian art and literature, culminating in the great achievement of Dante. The extent of its popularity is manifest in the number of editions and translations into ancient and later vernacular languages, although its relatively thin attestation by theologians might lead one to conclude that ApocPl was an obscure text.222 The present form of the edition can be dated to c. 390, as it reports the discovery of the long-hidden book in Tarsus at that time.223 The work is orthodox, meting out stringent penalties for those who deny the virgin birth and the resurrection chs. 41,-42. A monastic, ascetic interest is patent. Clergy who commit sexual sins or neglect the poor also receive harsh treatment chs. 34-36. Virgins of either sex receive a seven-fold greater reward than the.married ch. 22. Still and all, the focus of the piece is upon God\'s love and mercy.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although apocalypses were attributed to other apostles, Paul was a natural, since he reported that he had received a heavenly vision 2 Car. 12:2-4.224 For the figures of salvation history, from Adam to Abraham, the Patriarchs to Moses, and the prophets, Paul is the apostolic missionary e.g., ch. 20 and the recipient of considerable praise as a guide to souls and for his powers of persuasion e.g., ch. 51. He is often hailed as the ""beloved of God"" e.g., chs. 20, 47, 48, and is the recipient of macarisms ""blessed are you ... ,"" for example, chs. 49-50. At the close available only in Coptic, Paul returned from his tour of the other worlds to the Mount of Olives where he joins the other apostles. The heavenly world had salutations for Peter and John, but especially for Paul: ""Greetings, Paul, honored letter-writer [or \'bearer\']. Greetings Paul, mediator of the covenant! Greetings, Paul, roof and foundation of the church."" This is the most complete integration of Paul into the apostolic college known from the ancient world. It silently refutes both the Paul of the letters and the Paul of Acts, who had a post-resurrection career as a persecutor of the church.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Through his intercession, those suffering in hell will receive a doubtless welcome day off each Sunday ch. 44. Paul is, readers may safely conclude, a rather important and influential person. An angel predicts that he will defeat the accuser in the underworld.225 This makes him an agent rather than simply a herald of salvation, and sets the stage for the next work to be considered. In this once-famous apocalypse Paul is the apostle par excellence, recognized as such by God, implicitly, the heavenly Lord, and every prominent figure from the Hebrew Bible. Things do not get much better than this.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Coptic Apocalypse of Paul, which probably dates from the second century,226 is preserved in the Nag Hammadi Library V, 2; 17,19-24,9.227 It stands first in a group of four writings designated as ""apocalypses."" The classification is based upon the title rather than upon its apparent genre.228 A Greek original is presumed. This book is among the earliest efforts to associate the vision report of 2 Cor. 12:2-4 with Paul\'s conversion experience related in Gal. 1: 15-17. It therefore contradicts Acts 9:1 -19a. The author may not have known-or honored-Acts. Knowledge of epistles is certain, as there are citations of or allusions to 2 Corinthians, Galatians, and Ephesians. The text has one undisputedly Gnostic passage 19, 1-7, and represents the creator god, who resides in the seventh heaven, as inferior to higher beings 22,24-23,30. Murdock and MacRae believe that it represents the Valentinian reception and estimation of Paul in the second century.229 If Paul is not superior to the other apostles, he is certainly their full peer 19, 14-19.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Some of the opening is lost. Paul has encountered a little child the puer speciosus, one form taken by the Savior230. It transpires that he is upon a mountain a favored site for epiphanies, ""the mountain of Jericho."" That site evokes the apparent initial scene of the Acts of Paul.231 Paul asks the youth for directions to Jerusalem-a feature not in harmony with Galatians, although it could fit the Acts of Paul. The child says, ""I know who you are Paul. You are he who was blessed from his mother\'s womb. For I have [come] to you so that you may [go up to Jerusalem] to your fellow [apostles.""]232\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 ""I know who you are"" is reasonable enough, but it also evokes demonic recognitions of Jesus Mark 1:24. The macarism transforms Gal. 1:15 into a statement like that made about Jesus in Luke 1 :42. When caught up to the third heaven cf. 2 Cor. 12:2, Paul sees the twelve beneath him. At 21:30 it is not clear whether they are ahead of him; in 22:14-15 Paul leads them. In the Ogdoad [eighth heaven, 23,29-24,3 ] the apostles greet Paul and accompany him upward.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In the seventh heaven, the apostle responds to a question of the elderly, enthroned, resplendent figure the Demiurge, inferior creator god by saying: ""I am going down to the world of the dead in order to lead captive the captivity that was led captive in the captivity of Babylon.""233 The immediate source of this saying is Eph. 4:8: ""Therefore it is said, \'When he ascended on high he made captivity itself a captive; he gave gifts to his people\'."" The author of Ephesians had applied Ps. 68: 19 to the victory of Christ. In the Coptic ApocPl, the apostle applies it to himself. He is a redeemer in his own right. One may argue that this is a transformation of Paul\'s own view that the preaching of the message is an eschatological event 2 Cor. 6:1-2. This is the most remarkable and dramatic presentation of Paul as a redeemer, because he is the source of redemption. No less remarkable is its basis: a Pauline citation about the work of Christ.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Several features of these two apocalypses coincide. Each applies macarisms to the apostle; each fully aligns him with the Twelve, and that not to his disadvantage; and each describes his descent as a means of salvation.234 The two apocalypses are evidently connected by a no longer readily recoverable intertextual web. The simplest solution is to posit that a Greek edition of the text now extant in Coptic served as a source for the theologically purified Latin edition, but this is not the sole possibility. These apocalypses show the continuation of the Deutero-Pauline efforts to magnify Paul\'s role in salvation history, with the concomitant shift from portraying him as the sole apostle the letters or as a non-apostle who is the great witness to the ends of the earth Acts to making him a peer, perhaps prim us inter pares, of the original twelve.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE PSEUDO-CLEMENTINES\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Among the writings purporting to stem from Clement of Rome is a work based upon, or using as a model, a novel of the ""family"" type. It probably appeared in west Syriac. 250.235 From extensive revisions there remain the Homilies Hom., which exhibit Arian sympathies, and the Recognitions Rec., which survives in Latin and Syriac translations.236 The Clementines237 are difficult to characterize.238 Tuey are rather rationalistic, like the Apologists, although with speculative tinges, but display a stridently anti-Pauline, ""Judeo-Christian"" orientation. From a literary perspective, the Pseudo-Clementines may be compared to the apocryphal acts of the apostles, in so far as they treat Peter\'s travels, conflicts, and message, but this dimension, like the novel framework, is in danger of being swamped by the concentration upon sermons. For a summary of the complex plot, it is difficult to improve upon that of the late Bishop of Durham, Joseph Barber Lightfoot239:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Clement, a noble Roman citizen, was connected by birth with the family of the Caesars. His father Faustus was a near relation and a foster brother of the reigning emperor, and had married one Mattidia, likewise Caesar\'s kinswoman. From this union had sprung two elder sons, Faustinus and Faustianus,240 who were twins, and our hero Clement, who was born many years after his brothers. At the time when Clement first comes before our notice, he is alone in the world. Many years ago, when he was still an infant, his mother had left home to escape dishonourable overtures from her husband\'s brother, and had taken her two elder sons with her. Not wishing to reveal his brother\'s turpitude to Faustus, she feigned a dream which warned her to leave home for a time with her twin children. Accordingly she set sail for Athens. After her departure her brother-in-law accused her to her husband of infidelity to her marriage vows. A storm arose at sea, the vessel was wrecked on the shores of Palestine, and she was separated from her children, whom she supposed to have been drowned. Thus she was left a lone woman dependent on the charity of others. The two sons were captured by pirates and sold241 to Justa the Syrophoenician woman mentioned in the Gospels,242 who educated them as her own children, giving them the names Aquila and Nicetes. As they grew up they became fellow-disciples of Simon Magus, whose doctrines they imbibed. Eventually however they were brought to a better mind by the teaching of Zacchaeus,243 then a visitor to those parts; and through his influence they attached themselves to S. Peter, whom they accompanied from that time forward on his missionary circuits. They were so engaged at the moment when the narrative, to which we owe this account of their career, presents them to our notice.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Their father Faustus, as the years rolled on and he obtained no tidings of his wife and two elder children, determined after many fruitless enquiries to go in search of them himself. Accordingly he set sail for the east, leaving at home under the charge of guardians his youngest son Clement, then a boy of twelve years. From that time, forward Clement heard nothing more of his father and suspected that he had died of grief or been drowned in the sea.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Thus Clement grew up to man\'s estate a lonely orphan. From his childhood he had pondered the deep questions of philosophy, till they took such hold on his mind that he could not shake them off. On the immortality of the soul more especially he had spent much anxious thought to no purpose. The prevailing philosophical systems had all failed to give him the satisfaction which his heart craved. At length-it was during the reign of Tiberius Caesar-a rumour reached the imperial capital, that an inspired teacher had appeared in Judaea, working miracles and enlisting recruits for the kingdom of God. This report determined him to sail to Judaea. Driven by stress of wind to Alexandria244 and landing there, he fell in with one Barnabas, a Hebrew245 and a disciple of the divine teacher, and from him received his first lessons in the Gospel. From Alexandria he sailed to Caesarea, where he found Peter,246 to whom he had been commended by Barnabas.247 By S. Peter he was further instructed in the faith, and from him he received baptism. He attached himself to his company, and attended him on his subsequent journeys.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 At the moment when Clement makes the acquaintance of S. Peter, the Apostle has arranged to hold a public discussion with Simon Magus. Clement desires to know something about this false teacher, and is referred to Aquila and Nicetes, who give him an account of Simon\'s antecedents and of their own previous connexion with him. The public discussion commences, but is broken off abruptly by Simon, who escapes from Caesarea by stealth.248 Saint Peter follows him from city to city, providing the antidote to his baneful teaching. On the shores of the island of Aradus,249 Peter falls in with a beggar woman, who had lost the use of her hands. In answer to his enquiries she tells him that she was the wife of a powerful nobleman, that she left home with her two elder sons for reasons which she explains, and that she was shipwrecked and has lost her children at sea. Peter is put off the right scent for the time by her giving feigned names from shame.250 But the recognition is only delayed. Clement finds in this beggar woman his long-lost mother, and the Apostle heals her ailment.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Aquila and Nicetes had preceded the Apostle to Laodicea. When he arrives there, they are surprised to find a strange woman in his company. He relates her story. They are astounded and overjoyed. They declare themselves to be the lost Faustinus and Faustinianus, and she is their mother. It is needless to add that she is converted and baptised. After her baptism they betake themselves to prayer. While they are returning, Peter enters into conversation with an old man whom he had observed watching the proceedings by stealth. The old man denies the power of prayer. Everything, he says, depends on a man\'s nativity. A friend of his, a noble Roman, had had the horoscope of his wife cast. It foretold that she would prove unfaithful to him and be drowned at sea. Everything had come to pass in accordance with the prediction. Peter\'s suspicions are roused by the story; he asks this friend\'s name, and finds that he was none other than Faustus the husband of Mattidia. The reader\'s penetration will probably by this time have gone a step farther and divined the truth, which appears shortly afterwards. The narrator is himself Faustus, and he had represented the circumstances as happening to a friend, in order to conceal his identity. Thus Clement has recovered the last of his lost relatives, and the \'recognitions\' are complete. One other incident however is necessary to crown the story. Faustus is still a heathen. But the failure of Mattidia\'s horoscope has made a breach in the citadel of his fatalism, and it is stormed by S. Peter. He yields to the assault and is baptised.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This survey must acknowledge the issue of the sources of the PseudoClementines, the numerous and thorny problems regarding which it will not engage. Scholarly consensus agrees that the anti-Pauline texts to be examined, Recognitions 1.27-71; the Epistula Petri 2, and Homilies 17.13-19, derive from sources.251 In the Pseudo-Clementines, Peter is closely allied with and subordinate to James, who is the Bishop of Jerusalem and effectively the ""ecumenical patriarch."" The primacy of James suggests an anti-Pauline orientation. F. Stanley Jones has studied the question of a source behind Rec. 1.27-71specifically,1.27.1-44.1, 53.4-71.6.252 He identifies ""Matthew"" as the name of the putative author of this text, which he dates c. 200.253 Sources included the LXX, Jubilees, Matthew, Luke, Acts, Hegesippus, Justin, and possibly the Gospel of the Ebionites. Gerd Ludemann characterizes this material as "" ... virtually ... a competitor with Acts ... [that] intentionally sets out to correct a section of Luke\'s Acts with its own version of the story.""254 The thesis of this material is that Paul was to blame for the failure ofJames to convert his fellow Jews.255\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Recognitions 1.27-39256 present a review of salvation history, with certain particular features.257 Chapter 39 describes the appearance of the prophet announced by Moses.258 He demanded the cessation of animal sacrifice, which was to be replaced with water baptism as a means of forgiveness. The people rejected him and had him crucified. This deed was changed to good ch. 40. Rejection by the people authorized the conversion of gentiles 42.1. Under the leadership of James, the Jerusalem community prospered. At the climax of a series of disputes between the apostles and the priestly leadership, James goes to the temple with the entire community of believers ch. 66. Gamaliel, a secret believer and a spy within the Council, spoke first. James was then invited to say his piece-and quite a piece it was. After seven days everyone, including the high priest, was on the verge of baptism. At this point 70.1, a hostile person entered to disrupt proceedings259 and throw James down the temple steps, leaving him for dead. 260\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This ""enemy"" is Paul. The epithet comes from the Parable of the Wheat and the Weeds Matt. 13:24-30, in which an ""enemy"" secretly planted wheat-like weeds in the crop vv. 25, 28. The originator of this interpretation understood the parable as an allegory of salvation history and assigned to Paul the role most readers would attribute to a satanic adversary. Paul is thus portrayed as an agent of the evil one.261Recognitions 1.71 confirms this when Gamaliel reports that the enemy had been sent to Damascus to attack the believers.262 These incidents portray in narrative form the author\'s thesis: Paul halted James\' mission when it was on the verge of complete success.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Introducing the Pseudo-Clementines are several authenticating texts. The Letter of Peter to James Epistula Petri accompanies Peter\'s ""Preachings"" kerygmata. James is Peter\'s brother in the faith, but also ""lord and bishop of the holy church"" 1.1. The writer\'s goal is the proper protection and dissemination of James\' thought. The model for this activity is the Jewish practice of guarding tradition. Following this is the Contestatio, a narrative of a covenant ceremony, somewhat reminiscent of the ceremony of the Qumran community,263 in which the presbyters solemnly engage to follow the regulations for the protection of these books. Finally comes a letter from Clement to James, ""the lord and bishop of bishops, who governs the holy church of the Hebrews at Jerusalem and those which by the providence of God have been well founded everywhere, together with the presbyters and deacons and all the other believers.""264 After considerable praise of Peter, Clement describes his ordination by Peter as his successor, including a homily on the duties of a bishop chs. 3-19. The Pseudo-Clementines extend their claims from Jerusalem to Rome. This letter serves to introduce the novel, a copy of which accompanies it. The use ofletters is probably a distant reflection of the Pauline practice.265\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Warnings in 1.2-5 and 3.1-2 frame the EpPetri. The reason for stringent precautions emerges in 2.3: ""For some from among the gentiles have rejected my lawful preaching and have preferred a lawless and absurd doctrine of the man who is my enemy. 2.4. And indeed some have attempted, whilst I am still alive, to distort my words by interpretations of many sorts, as if I taught the dissolution of the law and, although I was of this opinion, did not express it openly. But that may God forbid!""266 Galatians 2 is in mind, in particular 2: 11-14, 17. Peter borrows the words of Gal. 2: 17 to rob Paul\'s gospel of validity.267 The author reinforces the permanence of the Torah with citations from Matt. 5:18 and 24:35. The enemy of James is also the enemy of Peter.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Peter\'s principal enemy in the apocryphal tradition was Simon of Samaria ""the magician"". In contrast to the proto-orthodox tradition, the Pseudo-Clementines hold that the false always precedes the true. The result is a series of""syzygies;\' pairs of representatives of one and the other. This pattern can be traced throughout salvation history Hom. 2.15-18. Simon therefore preceded Peter. Homilies 2.17.2-3 reads:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 There came as the first the one who was among those that are born of women, 268 and after that there appeared the one who was among the sons of men. Whoever follows this order can discern by whom Simon, who as the first came before me to the gentiles, was sent forth, and to whom I [Peter] belong who appeared later than he did and came in upon him as light upon darkness, as knowledge upon ignorance, as healing upon sickness. 269\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although Simon is given the traditional ""Gnostic"" biography Hom. 2.22-26, he represents Paul. The Pseudo-Clementines slandered Paul\'s views by placing them in the mouth of one of early Christianity\'s great villains. All that Paul said and did can be dismissed via this ad hominem claim.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Homilies 2.17.13-19 are part of a debate between Peter and Simon. Tue former claims that association with Jesus and instruction by him are superior to visions and dreams. Peter knows that sinners can experience dreams, while visions can be conjured by demons. Proper discourse among friends is oral and clear, not involving enigmatic speech or appeals to visions, for they entail uncertainty. The issue is the question of whether someone like Paul could offer a message of equal validity with the associates of the historical Jesus.270 There is at least one clear allusion to 1 Cor. 15:1-8. Peter\'s case rests upon his confession Matt. 16:13-20271. If ""Simon\'s"" commission by way of a vision were valid, his message would be the same as that of Peter and James.272 On two grounds his doctrine cannot stand: it does not harmonize with that of the acknowledged leaders, and its basis is untrustworthy. As even a casual reading of the epistles will confirm, these conflicts go back to Paul\'s own lifetime. The Pseudo-Clementines show that they remained alive at the close of the second century.273 In the end, it is difficult to understand the persistence of these views beyond affirmation that Paul was an early ""bad guy,"" for, if the Pseudo-Clementines reflect the requirement that Jewish males by birth be circumcised-and this may be a residue from the past-they exhibit a hostility to the cult that surpasses anything in Paul and retain only the so-called ""moral law,"" with which Paul was in essential agreement. All in all, the chief surprise is that the overt anti-Paulinism was not more thoroughly expurgated from the tradition.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Another text that plays an important role in the debate over the sources of the Pseudo-Clementines is the Ascents or Steps of James.274 The title comes from the speech and fate of James on the temple steps e.g., Rec. 1.65-70. The work is mentioned by the arduous, if a notch or two below brilliant, fourth-century Bishop of Salamis, Epiphanius, who collected many descriptions of heretical sects in his Panarion, a heresiological pharmacology. In that he states:\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 They [Jewish Christians] call other acts \'of the apostles.\' In these there is much that is full of impiety. There they armed themselves against the truth in no minor way. 7 Now they set out certain steps and guides in the Steps of James as if he expounds against the temple and sacrifices and against the fire on the altar and many other things full of babble. 8 Hence, they are not ashamed of denouncing even Paul here through certain contrived falsehoods of their pseudoapostles\' villainy and deceit. They say, on the one hand, that he was a Tarsian, as he himself declares and does not deny. On the other hand, they assert that he was from the Greeks by taking a pretext in the passage spoken by him through love of the truth, \'I am a Tarsian, a citizen of no ignoble city\' [Acts 21:39]. 9 Then they say that he was a Greek, the child of both a Greek mother and a Greek father, that he went to Jerusalem and remained there a while, that he desired to marry a priest\'s daughter,275 that for this reason he became a proselyte and was circumcised, that when he still did not receive such a girl276 he became angry and wrote against circumcision and against the Sabbath and the law.277\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The claim that Paul was inspired by a worldly motive is typical of religious polemic. Asserting that Paul was a gentile contradicts Phil. 3:4-6. The basis is Acts, which is cited. The exegesis is not without justice, for it recognizes that it would have been difficult for a practicing Jew to obtain full citizenship at Tarsus, which required not only participation in polytheist worship, but two citizen parents. The characterization also builds\nupon the image of Paul as a man who could not manage his anger.278 It is also interesting that Epiphanius rightly rejects the claim that James opposed the temple cult, although this would have been congenial to the theme of perfect harmony among the apostles. The thesis that Paul was a gentile is also in harmony with the Deutero-Pauline tradition, which often makes him effectively such in the interest of encouraging gentile converts.279 This venomous legend attests to the depths of anti-Paulinism in certain Jewish-Christian circles.280 That subject will continue to receive attention in the subsequent chapter.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 CONCLUSION\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The portraits in these narratives vary considerably, from the hero portrayed in the canonical Acts to the villain of the Pseudo-Clementine tradition. Among the pro-Pauline writings, the Acts of Paul presents the most distinct portrait. There an ""anti-establishment"" Paul survives. Otherwise, the Deutero-Pauline tradition tends to yield to the understanding of Paul among the apostles. Rather than the subordinate of Jerusalem who ran his own mission, Paul is accepted into the apostolic college and granted his own spheres oflabor. His ultimate close association with Peter came to stand as a symbol of church unity and as a powerful argument for the claims of the church in the imperial capital.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 From the outset Christians at Rome were not shy about their two most distinguished local martyrs: Peter and Paul. The historical Paul focused upon his relations with Peter. These ended in disappointment Gal. 1-2. In 1 Peter and 1 Clement Paul is the more important of the two.281 By the height of the Patristic era, Peter had become the more prominent, because he was the leader of the others and thus earthly head of the church. Up to the middle of the fifth century, the two apostolic martyrs held an equal place as founders of the Roman community. That this was not true is demonstrated by Paul\'s letter to the Romans, but few sought to challenge the claim.282 The edited Acts of Peter Vere. 23 portrays them as a tag team: Peter goes to Rome to replace the absent Paul.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 By c. 170, Dionysius of Corinth could depict the two as teaching together in Italy and as martyred in close temporal proximity. 283 He was not motivated by a desire to augment the prestige of Rome. The culmination of this process, which can be seen in a number of the later acts, amounted to replacement of the earlier Acts of Paul and the Acts of Peter: The two worked together and died together.284 Its liturgical symbol is the selection of a single day 29 June to mark their joint martyrdom. The Decretum Gelasianum, of the early -sixth century and probably of Italian origin, assigns to ""heretics"" the view that the two did not work and die as a pair.285 In due course, Peter and Paul would oust Romulus and Remus as patrons ofRome.286 This was not unrelated to ecclesiastical politics and was stimulated by the rise of Constantinople as a new and Christian Rome.287 In the end, in poetry rather than mere fact, Peter and Paul joined hands in God\'s service. This is the eschatological conclusion to Paul in early Christian narrative.288\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Narratives about Paul confirm the opening claim of this book that Paul has long been both a great hero and a nefarious villain within Christian circles. The data and portrait set forth in the canonical Acts exercised substantial influence over subsequent accounts, including those that had no interest in exalting Paul. The narratives excepting the Acts of Paul do not follow the Deutero-Pauline letters in portraying Paul as the only apostle worth mentioning. Integration of him into the apostolic circle is either assumed or demonstrated. In some cases, this involves subordination e.g., Epistula Apostolorum; 3 Corinthians, a major object of which is to show congruity between his teaching and that of the other apostles. The Coptic Apocalypse of Paul evidently places him in a superior position.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Another noteworthy component of the narrative tradition is the representation of Paul as a savior figure in his own right. The means for this vary considerably. It is most notable in the close of the Acts of Paul and the Coptic Apocalypse, but it can be observed in the canonical Acts and in such a relatively late orthodox work as Xanthippe and Polyxena. Here continuity with the Deutero-Pauline letters is present, for Colossians already elevated Paul\'s trials to a soteriological level.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Identification of trajectories and common tlireads Should not obscure the wealth of variety and creativity displayed by these disparate authors over several centuries. The narrative established by Luke continued to exercise a potent influence, already apparent in the Acts of Paul, which sought to modify its content, and even in the Pseudo-Clementines, which do Acts the honor of rewriting it to reflect a thoroughly contrary viewpoint. Beginning with Acts, Christians of various orientations sought to make Paul the subject of biographical narrative and thus, to complete the circle, a figure resembling Jesus.\n\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Notes\n\n1. See chapter 7.\n\n2. On the term INSERT TEXT ""acts, deeds"" as a title, see Richard I. Pervo, Acts, Hermeneia Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2009, 29-30. The original title of Acts, if one existed, is unknown.\n\n3. For a survey of research, see Paul-Gerhard Miiller, ""Der \'Paulinismus\' in der Apostelgeschichte. Ein Forschungsgeschichtlicher Überblick,"" in Paulus in den Neutestamentlichen Spätschriften: Zur Paulusrezeption im Neuen Testament, ed. Karl Kertlege; QD 89 Freiburg: Herder, 1981, 157-201.\n\n4. Zahn\'s work remains valuable because of his monumental erudition and unflagging energy. He was not immune to excesses of speculation. Lightfoot also remains valuable, particularly because of the clarity, honesty, and logic with which he addressed questions.\n\n5. The English translation, The Acts of the Apostles, trans. and ed. B. Noble et al. Philadelphia: Westminster, 1971, was based upon the 1965 edition.\n\n6. M. Dibelius, Studies in the Acts of the Apostles, trans. M. Ling and P. Schubert; ed. H. Greeven New York: Scribner\'s, 1956.\n\n7. See Karl Löning, ""Paulinismus in der Apostelgeschichte,"" in Kertlege, ed., Paulus, 202-34; Daniel Marguerat, ""L\'image de Paul dans les Actes des Apotres,"" in Les Actes des Apotres: Histoire, recit, theologie. XX congres de l\'Association catholique franraise pour l\'etude de la Bible Angers, 2003 , ed. M. Berder; LD 199 Paris: Cerf, 2005, 121-54. See Marguerat, ed., La Reception du paulinsime dans les Actes des Apotres.\n\n8. See Table 6.\n\n9. See Pervo, Acts, 14-18.\n\n10. So Andreas Lindemann, Paulus im iiltesten Christentum, BHT 58 Tubingen: Mohr Siebeck, 1979, 49-50.\n\n11. The same observation may be made about many, perhaps most, modern historians. Many books about the ""founding fathers"" of the U.S., for example, are explicit or implicit programs or tracts about how contemporary problems should be addressed. The difference is, however, clear. A biography of Thomas Jefferson that had him addressing same-sex marriage or arms-reduction treaties would be the object oflaughter. Luke\'s Paul is anachronistic.\n\n12. Ernst Haenchen The Acts of the Apostles, trans. and ed. B. Noble et al.[Philadelphia: Westminster, 1971], 904 says: ""The Lucan Paul lacks much that the real Paul possessed, perhaps the best. But again the Lucan Paul also possesses much that was lacking from the real Paul, and yet was necessary if he was to be portrayed as the Christian witness to the truth in his time.""\n\n13. In effect, both Paul and Luke see natural theology as an equalizer. See Richard I. Pervo, The Paul of Acts.\n\n14. See Richard I. Pervo, Dating Acts: Between the Evangelists and the Apologists Santa Rosa, Calif.: Polebridge, 2006, 51-147. Evidence for the use of 2 Thessalonians is lacking.\n\n15. Pervo, Acts, 5-7.\n\n16. Acts 15 is the pivot. Peter gives the first speech, supporting the mission to convert gentiles without requiring them to observe Torah. In a short speech of his own, James agrees, then announces the decison vv. 7-21. The torch has been passed on.\n\n17. Compare Ephesians\' revision ofColossians.\n\n18. Paul stated Gal. 1:16-17 that his call included the commission to convert gentiles.\n\n19. In Acts unlike Luke, the important quality of the Pharisaic party is its affirmation of\nresurrection 23:6-12.\n\n20. On Paul and the virtues, see John C. Lentz, Jr., Luke\'s Portrait of Paul, SNTSM, 77 Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1993, 62-104.\n\n21. See Richard I. Pervo, Profit with Delight Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1987, 77-81. Lentz, Luke\'s Portrait of Paul, 66, contrasts this model of discipleship to that of the Gospel of Luke.\n\n22. See Table 6.\n\n23. It is inappropriate to distinguish between ""miraculous"" and ""non-miraculous"" in constructing such lists. Speaking can be no less inspired than exorcizing cf. Acts 6:8-15; Luke 12:11-12.\n\n24. Note also Titus, the memory of whom is expunged from Acts.\n\n25. Much of the data for this section is well summarized by Glen R. Jacobson, ""Paul in Luke Acts: The Savior Who Is Present,"" in SBLSP, 1983 Chico, Calif.: Scholars, 1983, 131-46. Note also A. J. Mattill, Jr., ""The Paul-Jesus Parallels and the Purpose of Luke-Acts: H. H. Evans Reconsidered,"" NovT 17 1975: 15-47.\n\n26. In Luke the forerunners ofJesus are ""all the prophets,"" who predicted his advent and mission. The specific forerunner is John the Baptizer. Paul\'s forerunners include Peter, Stephen, Philip, and Barnabas. Apollos is also a forerunner like the Baptizer 18:24-28.\n\n27. The narrator shows both Jesus and Paul as frequently preaching in synagogues: Luke 4:15, 16, 33, 44; 6:6; 7:5; 13:10; Acts 9:20; 13:5, 14; 14:1; 17:1, 10, 17; 18:4, 19, 26; 19:18. Doubts can be raised about the frequency with which Paul was welcomed to share his message in synagogues, and the same may be said about Jesus.\n\n28. Note the frequently mentioned parallel between Luke 9:50 and Acts 19:21.\n\n29. For additional data, see Walter Radl, Paulus and Jesus im Lukanischen Doppelwerk:\nUntersuchungen zu Parallelmotiven im Lukasevangelium und in der Apostelgeschichte, Europaische Hochschulschriften 23/49 Bern: Lang, 1975, 169-251, and, with emphasis upon the trial of Jesus as a Lucan composition, Joseph B. Tyson, The Death of Jesus in Luke-Acts Columbia: University of South Carolina Press, 1986, 114-41.\n\n30. For arguments supporting this, see Pervo, Acts, 644-54.\n\n31. Antiquity related stories about evil persons who escaped one tragedy only to be cut down by a snake. See Pervo, Acts, 673-75.\n\n32. Mattill, ""Paul-Jesus Parallels,"" 145.\n\n33. Cf. p. 41 on Col. 1:24.\n\n34. The death of Jesus in Luke and Acts is not just the death of another martyred prophet, although the account in Luke more closely resembles a martyrdom than do the other canonical passions. One effect of this presentation is to facilitate comparison of the respective ""passions"" of Luke and Paul. See, among many studies, Tyson, The Death of Jesus, and M. Parsons and Richard I. Pervo Rethinking the Unity of Luke and Acts Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1993 , Chapter 3.\n\n35. See Pervo, Profit, 64-65, and Parsons and Pervo, Rethinking, 90-94.\n\n36. See Pervo, Profit, 65.\n\n37. Pervo, Profit, 63.\n\n38. Cf. also the exorcism of Acts 16:16-18 with Luke 4:34, 41.\n\n39. See the discussion of Irenaeus, p. 220.\n\n40. For an introduction, see W. Schneemelcher, ""The Acts of Paul,"" in New Testament Apocrypha, ed. W. Schneemelcher; 2 vols,; trans. and ed. R. McL. Wilson Louisville: Westminster John Knox, 1991-92, 2:213-37, and Hans-Josef Klauck, The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles: An Introduction, trans. Brian McNeil Waco, Tex.: Baylor University Press, 2008, 47-79. The fullest translation is that of W. Rordorf, ""Actes de Paul,"" in Ecrits apocryphes chretiens 1, ed. F. Bovon and P. Geoltrain Paris: Gallimard, 1997, 1115-77. Recent English versions are found in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:237-70, and J. K. Elliott, trans., The Apocryphal New Testament Oxford: Clarendon, 1993, 364-88.\n\n41. For a brief description of the various Acts in their literary context, see Richard I. Pervo, ""The Ancient Novel Becomes Christian;\' in The Novel in the Ancient World, ed. G. Schmeling; Mnemosyne Supplementum 159 Leiden: E. J. Brill, 1996, 685-711. Note the important new introduction by Klauck, Apocryphal Acts.\n\n42. For early attestation and opinion, see Elliott, Apocrypha, 350-52. In H.B. 3.3.4-6, Eusebius discusses ""his"" Acts, after noting the debate about Hebrews, as if Paul were the author. He did not accept the Acts of Paul as ""undisputed,"" which appears to place it in the category of ""disputed"" books, like Hebrews, and then discusses Hermas, also left in the middle ground. At 3.25.4, however, the Acts of Paul are lodged with Hermas, the Apocalypse of Peter, and others as ""not genuine."" Nonetheless, it does not receive the opprobrium assigned to other apocroyphal acts of the apostles 3.25.6. These not entirely harmonious views are indicative of the mixed reception of the Acts of Paul, which were not condemned on doctrinal grounds.\n\n43. On the use of the work through the twelfth century, see Leon Vouaux, Les Actes de Paul et ses letters apocryphes, ANT Paris: Letouzey, 1913, 24-69.\n\n44. See Richard I. Pervo, ""The Acts of Titus: A Preliminary Translation, with an Introduction and Notes,"" in SBLSP, 1996 Atlanta: Scholars, 1996, 455-82.\n\n45. Such editing included both expansion and abbreviation as well as conformity with accepted theological views and historical traditions.\n\n46. See the discussion of 3 Corinthians, p. 96.\n\n47. On the popularity of Thecla, see M. Pesthy, ""Thecla in the Fathers of the Church,"" in The Apocryphal Acts of Paul and Thecla, ed. Jan Bremmer; SAAA 2 Kampen: Kok Pharos, 1996, 164-78, and S. F. Johnson, The Life and Miracles of Thekla: A Literary StudyWashington: Center for Hellenic Studies, 2006, 1-14. Johnson\'s study focuses upon a fifth-century paraphrase of her life, which was issued with a collection of miracles worked at her shrine. For a review of recent thought, see Shelly Matthews, ""Thinking of Thecla: Issues in Feminist Historiography,"" Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion 17 2002: 39-65; Elisabeth Esch-Wermeling, Thekla-Paulusschiilerin wider Willen? Strategien der Leserlenkung in den Theklaakten, Neutestamentliche Abhandlungen. Neue Folge 53 Munster: Aschendorff, 2008, and the collection edited by Martin Ebner, Aus Liebe zu Paulus? Die Akte Thekla neu aufgerollt, Stuttgarter Bibelstudien 206 Stuttgart: Katholisches Bibelwer, 2005.\n\n48. As noted earlier, this is the same span covered in Acts and the Pastoral Epistles, although neither narrate Paul\'s death.\n\n49. The most forceful promoter of this interpretation has been Richard Bauckham, ""The Acts of Paul as a Sequel,"" in The Book of Acts in its First Century Setting, vol. 1, The Book of Acts in Its Ancient Literary Setting, ed. B. W. Winter and A. D. Clarke Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1993, 105-52, with additional discussion in ""The Acts of Paul: Replacement of Acts or Sequel to Acts?"" Semeia 80 1997: 159-68.\n\n50. For evidence that the Acts of Paul did begin with the conversion, see W. Rordorf, ""Paul\'s Conversion in the Canonical Acts and in the Acts of PauI."" Semeia 80 1997: 137-44. J\n\n51. Richard I. Pervo, ""A Hard Act to Follow: The Acts of Paul and the Canonical Acts; Journal of Higher Criticism 2, no. 2 1995: 3-32; D. Marguerat, ""The Acts of Paul and the Canonical Acts: A Phenomenon of Rereading,"" Semeia 80 1997: 169-83. Both Bauckham previous n. and Marguerat utilize a model of revision. Bauckham appeals to the analogy of the ""Rewritten Bible,"" while Marguerat utilizes the intertextual theory of R. Genette. This model dictates a certain admiration for the text being rewritten, an assumption that is not fully supported by the text of the Acts of Paul.\n\n52. For example, Willy Rordorf, ""In welchem Verhiiltnis stehen die apokryphen Paulusakten zur kanonischen Apostelgeschichte und zu den Pastoralbriefen?"" in Text and Testimony: Essays on New Testament and Apocryphal Literature in Honour of A. R J. Klijn, ed. T. Baarda et al. Kampen: Uitgeversmaatschappij J.H. Kok, 1988, 225-41.\n\n53. See Julian Hills, ""The Acts of the Apostles in the Acts of Paul,"" in SBLSP, 1994 Atlanta: Scholars, 1994, 24-54, and ""The Acts of Paul and the Legacy of the Lukan Acts,"" Semeia 80 1997: 145-58. For imitation of particular episodes, see, for example, Pervo, ""Hard Act,"" 10-17.\n\n54. For examples from 1 Corinthians, see P. Dunn, ""The Influence of 1 Corinthians on the Acts of Paul,"" in SBLSP, 1996 Atlanta, Scholars Press, 1996, 438-54. For other certain and possible allusions to early Christian writings, see Schneemelcher, ""Acts of Paul,"" 265-70.\n\n55. See W. M. Ramsay, The Church in the Roman Empire London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1897, 375-428. In his notes, Ramsay attended to the differences in the Syriac and Armenian traditions. On the latter, see F. C. Conybeare, The Apology and Acts of Apollonius and Other Monuments of Early Christianity London: Swan Sonnenschein, 1894. Lipsius recognized the value of the Syriac version; see Richard A. Lipsius and Maximilian Bonnet, Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 2 vols. Leipzig: Hermann Mendelssohn, 1891-1903, 1:cv-cvi.\n\n56. See the studies appearing in Robert F. Stoops, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles in Intertextual Perspectives, Semeia 80 1997.\n\n57. Determination that Mark was the major source for Matthew and Luke required the\nestablishment of a sound text, since the Byzantine tradition had resulted in a great deal of\ncontamination, for example, of Mark and Luke by Matthew. This achievement was based upon a\nlarge number of complete mss. In the case of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles, complete mss. are, except for the Acts of Thomas, lacking.\n\n58. The criterion of appropriateness gives priority to the Acts of Peter in that the Quo Vadis story is an anecdote that is typical of stories told about Peter. Cf. Mark 14:29-31. In the Acts of Peter, this is a lesson about martyrdom and discipleship; for the Acts of Paul, it amounts to a prophecy. Moreover, Peter is crucified, whereas Paul is beheaded. 336 11 Notes to Chapter 4\n\n59. See E. Esch-Wermeling, Thekla-Paulusschalerin wider Willen? Strategien der Leserlenkungin den Theklaakten, Neutestamentliche Abhandlungen. Neue Folge 53 Münster: Aschendorff, 2008.\n\n60. For others, see C. Schmidt, with Wilhelm Schubart, PRAXEIS PAULOU. Acta Pauli Glückstadt: J. J. Augustin, 1936, 120-22.\n\n61. An example of literary skill not easily recognized because of the fragmentary state of the evidence is that the narrator withholds description of Paul until 3.3.\n\n62. The numberings follow those of Rordorf, which will appear in his forthcoming edition, the first full edition of the APl in original languages Greek and Coptic.\n\n63. For the possibility that the APl reported Paul\'s journey as beginning in Tarsus, see the following discussion of the Epistula Apostolorum.\n\n64. Rordorf divides the story of Paul and Thecla into two chapters, based upon stations. The division is at par. 26 of the conventional numeration.\n\n65. For interesting proposals that Ephrem made use of the APl in his commentary on Acts, see I. Czachesz, ""Between Canon and Apocrypha."" 109-11.\n\n66. ATit 3 mentions, in inverse order, the exorcism of Amphia, wife of Chrysippus and the destruction of the temple, following a summary of Paul\'s conversion.\n\n67. See Rordoff, Actes, 1149-50.\n\n68. ""Revisit"" is a presumption based upon the presence of an organized community of believers who acknowledge Paul as their leader.\n\n69. According to ATit 4, this was an initial visit.\n\n70. According to 3.2, Titus had evangelized Iconium before Paul\'s visit.\n\n71. From the fragmentary material of P.Heid., one might conclude that this was an initial visit. Hermocrates and his family had, however, come to the faith, but had not received baptism.\n\n72. When 3 Corinthians is taken out of consideration, it is not clear that Paul has preViously been to Corinth.\n\n73. Contra Acts 14:1-6.\n\n74. V. 1. at 21:1. Myra is an example of ""filling in"" stations at which no mission work is described in Acts. This tendency can be observed without details in the D-Text, as in Acts 21:1.\n\n75. C. Schmidt, with Wilhelm Schubart, PRAXEIS PAULOU.\n\n76. For other small fragments, see Elliott, Apocrypha 352, with bibliography, 357-58.\n\n77. C. Schmidt, Acti Pauli: Aus der heidelberger koptischen Papyrushandschrift nr. 1. 2 vols. J,eipzig: Hinrichs, 1905.\n\n78. F. C. Conybeare, Apology, 49-88, judges 59 that the Latin tradition is superior to the Greek, the Syriac to the Latin, and the Armenian to Syriac. His arguments, 49-60, are still worth consulting. For a translation of the Syriac, see W. Wright, Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles, Edited from Syriac Manuscripts in the British Museum and Other Libraries, 2 vols. London: Williams and Norgate, 1871 2:116-45. The variant traditions indicate, at the very least, that this story experienced considerable editing. Additional bibhography on various versions can be found in Elliott, Apocrypha, 358-59.\n\n79. W. E. Crum, ""New Coptic Manuscripts in the John Rylands Library,"" BJRL 5 1920, 497-503, 501.\n\n80. Bauckham, ""Sequel.""\n\n81. Third Corinthians is an exception, but this is a subsequent addition.\n\n82. The canonical Acts tends to locate most of the information about a site at the report of the first visit.\n\n83. The exception is Rome, where he rents a large building 14:1. This was because the people at Corinth raised a collection for Paul 14:6, a subject not unrelated to controversy about Paul\'s collection for Jerusalem.\n\n84. See, in general, F. Bovon, ""The Synoptic Gospels and the Non-Canonical Acts of the Apostles,"" HTR 81 1988: 19-36. In particular, see Dennis R. MacDonald, \'\'Apocryphal and Canonical Narratives about Paul,"" in Paul and the Legacies of Paul, ed. William S. Babcock Dallas: Southern Methodist University Press, 1990, 55-70 63-68, and Ann G. Brock, ""Genre of the Acts of Paul: One Tradition Enhancing Another,"" Apocrypha 5 1994: 119-36. Apparent knowledge of all the canonical Gospels suggests a date near 170, as proposed above.\n\n85. The episode is symbolic in meaning. Ability to subdue the animal kingdom is one attribute of a ""divine person""; see Ludwig Bieler, EIOS ANHR: Das Bild des ""Giittlichen Menschen"" in Spiitantike und Fruchristentum, 2 vols. Darmstadt: Wissenschaftliche Buchgesellschaft, 1967 [original 1935-36], 1:103-10, provides examples. That baptism led a lion to elect a celibate life is an example a maiore ad minus for human beings.\n\n86. Acts of Titus 4 proudly reports that Titus was Paul\'s forerunner in every city. This is probably not derived from the Acts of Paul. He, with Luke, also anticipated Paul\'s arrival in Rome 14.1.\n\n87. Onesiphorus and his household also abandoned all ties and possessions to follow Paul 3.23.\n\n88. This arrest is repeated in Myra API 5, where Paul shouts that he is not a robber cf. Mark 14:48.\n\n89. Onesiphorus illustrates the tension between the ideal wandering believer and the household patron. The one-time patron can no longer support himself. In short, the ideal that all should give up their possessions is just that, for enactment would all but destroy the movement.\n\n90. Note that this action in Mark follows the statement about the shepherdless crowd, applied in the Acts of Paul to Thecla.\n\n91. Acts of Paul 3:21 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 368.\n\n92. Polymorphy is also a characteristic of Paul 3.3. Transfiguration was a common Acts 6:15; 7:55 and controversial 2 Cor. 3:7-18 item of the repertory of holy persons.\n\n93. On the cloak, cf. 2 Tim. 4:3, and Richard I. Pervo, ""Romancing an Oft-neglected Stone: The Pastoral Epistles and the Epistolary Novel."" Journal of Higher Criticism 1 1994: 25-47 42 n. 94, as well as Spicq, Les epitres pastorales, 814-16.\n\n94. Cf. Mark 6:41; John 6:9.\n\n95. Cf. Mark 14:48.\n\n96. Acts of Paul 6/4. P.Heid. 31 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 375.\n\n97. Cf. John 14:12.\n\n98. On the later developments of this tradition, which included the integration of Paul\'s\nmartyrdom with Peter\'s, see Harry W. Tajra, The Martyrdom of St. Paul: Historical and Judicial Context, Traditions, and Legends, WUNT 67 TU.bingen: Mohr Siebeck, 1994, 118-65. Paul is the prototypical martyr for Ignatius Eph. 12:2 and Polycarp Phil 11:3.\n\n99. See above.\n\n100. Even if this episode was taken by the author or a subsequent editor from the Acts of Peter Vere. 36/Passion 5, as is likely, its function in the Acts of Paul is clear.\n\n101. cf. Mark 16:2.\n\n102. Cf. Mark 16:8.\n\n103. That is, baptism.\n\n104. Acts of Paul. Martyrdom 7 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 388.\n\n105. This appearance refuted the claim of Celsus, who wondered why Jesus elected to appear to Galilean fishermen and what he was pleased to call ""hysterical women\'\' Origen, Contra Celsum 2.63.\n\n106. Pervo, Acts, pp. 20-21.\n\n107. For argument and evidence, see MacDonald, \'\'Apocryphal and Canonical,"" 66-67.\n\n108. See, for example, Dennis R. MacDonald, The Legend and the Apostle: The Battle for Paul in Story and Canon Philadelphia: Westminster, 1983.\n\n109. See Table 1.\n\n110. Seep. 286n11.\n\n111. This is preserved in 3 Corinthians II, but is unlikely to have been invented by the interpolator. Note also Frontina, who has been alienated from her parents 10-11. Paul also alienates Patroclus from the affections of Nero 14.2-3. Those who read printed editions of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles are accustomed to episodes in which the conversion of a woman of high status leads to persecution. These are undoubtedly original, but the majority of mss. censor them. In the case of the Acts of Paul this censorship has been quite successful.\n\n112. On the subject, see Gerd Theissen, The Social Setting of Pauline Christianity: Essays on Corinth, ed. and trans. John H. Schiltz Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1982, 27-54, and Sociology of Early Palestinian Christianity, trans. John Bowden Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1978.\n\n113. Conybeare, Apology, 76-77, and his note on p. 88.\n\n114. ""And taking hold of Alexander, she tore his cloak and pulled off his crown and made him a laughing-stock"" trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 369. Since Syrian and Armenian Christians opposed the theology of the current emperors, they left the text unaltered.\n\n115. Note the v.I. INSERT TEXT Imperial Priest of Syria, which, despite the objections of Vouaux Actes de Paul, 195, is probably original.\n\n116. One might speculate.that some of the most exuberant anti-imperial rhetoric ended up on the cutting room floor.\n\n117. MacDonald Legend, 78-85 locates the author in a Montanist milieu.\n\n118. For examples from Israelite history, see API 13. Use of such examples is not equivalent to a theology of salvation history.\n\n119. Third Corinthians, not an original component of the Acts of Paul, differs.\n\n120. For introduction and a translation, see C. Detlef G. Muller, ""Epistula Apostolorum,"" in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 1:249-78. See also Jacques-Noel Peres, ""Epitre des apotres:· in Bovon et Geoltrain, eds., Ecrits apocryphes chretiens, 357-92, and L\'Epttre des apotres et le Testament de notre Seigneur et notre Sauveur Jesus-Christ Turnhout: Brepols, 1994; Julian V. Hills, Tradition and Composition in the Epistula Apostolorum, HDR 24 Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1990. On its view of Paul, see also Manfred Hornschuh, Studien zur Epistula Apostolorum, PTS 5 Berlin: de Gruyter, 1965, 84-91. On the Epistula\'s relation to Pauline traditions, see Lindemann, Paulus, 109-12, and Dassmann, Stachel, esp. 261-66.\n\n121. Peres ""Epltre des apotres"" prefers to entitle the work ""the book that Jesus Christ revealed to his disciples"" 360 and uses the equivalent of ""book"" in ch. 1 365 where the German version speaks of the equivalent of a \'letter:\' ""Book"" is also used in the translation of Julian Hills The Epistle of the Apostles. Santa Rosa, CA: Polebridge, 2009, who kindly supplied an advance draft.\n\n122. Arguments for c. 150 derive from ch. 17, which says that the end will come after the 150th yeat Ethiopic or the 120th ""part"" Coptic. Based upon our knowledge that the crucifixion took place c. 30, this would indicate that the work was composed c. 150. It is not certain that the author knew the date of the crucifixion, and numbers could be symbolic. Familiarity with a range of early Christian literature makes a date c. 175-200 more likely.\n\n123. A substantial portion of a Coptic edition, from a ms. of the fourth or fifth century, also survives.\n\n124. The dialogue tradition became a framework for speeches rather than genuine conversation, as can be seen in Cicero\'s philosophical dialogues. In the Christian revelation dialogues, the disciples\' questions tend to be little more than titles for lengthy speeches. For a survey, see Pheme Perkins, The Gnostic Dialogue: The Early Church and the Crisis of Gnosticism New York: Paulist, 1980.\n\n125. The ""churchly"" character of Epistula Apostolorum is apparent in that, at the close, it becomes, with substantial influence from Matthew, a church order of sorts.\n\n126. Of the more than 230 notes devoted to intertextual references identified by Muller ""Epistula Apostolorum\'\', 47 refer to Pauline epistles including Hebrews. Not all of these are certain by any criterion. See the conservative evaluation of Lindemann, Paulus, 391-93. David K. Rensberger, ""As the Apostle Teaches: The Development of the Use of Paul\'s Letters in Second-Century Christianity"" Ph.D. diss., Yale, 1981, 89-90, is dubious, but familiarity with the corpus is almost certain.\n\n127. The narrator reports that Peter went to an unspecified ""another place."" See Pervo, Acts, 299-312. Reference to the cockcrow indicates that Epistula Apostolorum understood Acts 12:1-17 as a kind of ""Passion of Peter.""\n\n128. Trans. Muller, ""Epistula Apostolorum,"" 267. This passage is available only in Ethiopic. The formula treats ""Paul"" as the Greek translation of ""Saul.""\n\n129. See Czachesz, ""The Acts of Paul."" In ch. 32, the Lord states that Paul\'s journey to Damascus began in Cilicia. This could be based upon Acts\' claim that Paul came from Tarsus, but it contradicts Acts 9:1, where Paul departs from Jerusalem with written authorization from the high priests. A possible source for this statement is the Acts of Paul.\n\n130. Hornschuh, however, n. 120 argues for an anti-gnostic context of the Pauline material.\n\n131. Chapter 1 mentions Simon and Cerinthus.\n\n132. Johannine features are most prominent, as are themes from the Synoptics, but the work is not, on balance, a model of systematic theology.\n\n133. Hornschuh, Studien, 84, says that the attention devoted to Paul is ""astonishing.""\n\n134. Epistula Apostolorum contains some syncretistic features, including notions utilized by ""Gnostic"" theologians. See Muller, ""Epistula Apostolorum,"" 251.\n\n135. On the view of Paul in Epistula Apostolorum, see also Lindemann, Paulus, 109-12.\n\n136. On the state of the question, see Gerard Poupon, ""Les \'Actes de Pierre\' et leur remaniement; ANRW II.25.6 1988: 4363-83, and Christine M. Thomas, ""The \'Prehistory\' of the Acts of Peter,"" in The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles, ed. Francyois Bovon et al.; Harvard Divinity School Studies Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1999, 41-62. Note her full-length study, The Acts of Peter, Gospel Literature, and the Ancient Novel: Rewriting the Past New York: Oxford University Press, 2003. See also the essays in Jan Bremmer, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of Peter: Magic, Miracles and Gnosticism, SAAA 3 Leuven: Peeters, 1998, as well as Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 81-112.\n\n137. G. Poupon L\'Origine africaine des Actus Vercellenses; in Bremmer, ed., The ApocryphalActs of Peter, 192-99 argues for an African provenance of this translation.\n\n138. This classification does not prevent Eusebius from drawing historical data from the Acts of Peter H.B. 2.14.\n\n139. Origen prooably, the Didascalia 6.7-9 highly probable, and Commodian, Carmen Apologeticum 625-630 probably c. 250 CE.\n\n140. See the various essays in Stoops, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles in Intertextual Perspectives, and Jan N. Bremmer, ""Aspects of the Acts of Peter: Women, Magic, Place and Date,"" in Bremmer, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of Peter, 1-20 14-20.\n\n141. See also the discussion of Dionysius of Corinth, p. 144.\n\n142. See below.\n\n143. Actus Vercellenses 17, a flashback, was evidently transferred from the original Jerusalem ministry to provide context for Peter\'s conflict with Simon.\n\n144. This speech provides Peter with the opportunity for a formal farewell address, an item lacking in the canonical book.\n\n145. This may be due to the influence of 2 Timothy.\n\n146. The model is evidently Acts 16:25-40 Philippi.\n\n147. Conversion of women takes one of two narrative directions in the apocroyphal acts of the apostles. Either the husband also converts, enhancing the mission, or strongly resists her new-found continence, and launches a persecution. The choice lies more or less entirely in the hands of the narrator. A persecution could also have propelled Paul to Spain. The choice made in Vere. 1 portrays the apostle as enjoying good standing with a Roman official.\n\n148. The image of physician is developed in the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena, p. 173.\n\n149. On the farewell scene, seen. 153.\n\n150. See chapters 1 and 3.\n\n151. The narrative does not state explicitly that Paul founded the Roman community, but he is its undisputed leader.\n\n152. The narrator is blissfully unaware that Paul\'s christological message, as summarized, would have been utterly unconvincing to faithful Jews.\n\n153. On the types of farewell scene, see Francyois Bovon, ""Le Saint-Esprit, l\'Eglise et les relations humaines selon Actes 20,36-21,16,"" in Les Actes des Apotres: Traditions, redaction, theolgies, ed. Jacob Kremer; BETL 43 Leuven: Leuven University Press,1979, 339-58.\n\n154. The use of water instead of wine may be a secondary emendation. This is evidence for the ascetic character of Actus Vercellenses. On the subject, see Andrew McGowan, Ascetic Eucharists: Food and Drink in Early Christian Ritual Meals Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1999.\n\n155. His words evoke Acts 13:10-11 Paul and Elymas, as well as 8:20-23 Peter and Simon.\n\n156. This is an improvement upon the episode of Peter\'s daughter from the no longer extant Jerusalem section, who was paralyzed to prevent her from serving as an object of temptation for men.\n\n157. On this motif, seep. 15.\n\n158. E.g., Col. 1:21-22; 3:7-8.\n\n159. Seep. 14.\n\n160. The text reinforces this thesis. In ch. 4, Simon gains adherents because Paul, as well as Timothy and Barnabas, were not on the scene. This comment may be part of the earlier text, since it says nothing about Spain. The faithful pray for Paul\'s return. In ch. 6, the faithful Ariston laments the absence of Paul. The power of Satan has overcome all those entrusted to the leadership by Paul. The apostle appeared to Ariston in a vision like Christ! advising him to flee. Chapter 40 Mart. 12 contains a reference to the expected return of Paul. With the possible exception of the first, all of these are later additions.\n\n161. The author was evidently unaware that no first-century Roman Senator would bear the Greek name Demetrius.\n\n162. Allusions to and borrowings from the Pauline epistles are especially prominent in the later additions to Acts of Peter. See Vouaux, Actes de Pierre, 47.\n\n163. See the excursus, p. 184.\n\n164. On this text, see Aurelio de Santos Otero, ""Later Acts of Apostles,"" in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:426-82 443, and Tajra, Martyrdom, 154-57.\n\n165. In Acts of Peter 32, Paul is absent when Peter prays Simon out of the sky.\n\n166. This shift conforms to the tendency of later editors to remove episodes in which apostles break up lawful marriages.\n\n167. The Passion takes pains to authenticate the traditional burial sites of the two apostles.\n\n168. The shorter edition has Peter and Paul arrive in Rome together and does not narrate their deaths.\n\n169. See de Santos Otero, ""Later Acts,"" 440-42. The text is found in Lipsius and Bonnet, Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 1:178-222.\n\n170. Acts of Peter and Paul 5.\n\n171. The two added station Messina, Didymus probably represent the interest oflater Christian communities in possessing an apostolic foundation.\n\n172. Dioscurus, captain of the vessel on which Paul sailed to Italy, becomes a Christian and martyr. His name derives from the name of the ship an Alexandrian ship with the Twin Brothers as its figurehead, Acts 28:11.\n\n173. See Tajras summary, Martyrdom, 144-50. An example of its historical reliability is the claim that Peter converted Livia, the wife of Nero ch. 31. Its novelistic propensity is illustrated by the story of Perpetua ch. 80 [Plautilla in accounts of Paul\'s martyrdom]. She, blind in one eye, gave Paul her handkerchief for a blindfold, as he is led out to execution. When it was returned, she put it back on, whereupon her eye was healed. This corresponds to Paul\'s healing scarves Acts 19:11-12 and to the legend of Veronica, who, having been healed by touching Jesus\' garment Mark 5:25-34, wiped his face with a cloth while he was on the way to the cross.\n\n174. De Santos Otero, ""Later Acts: 440. The Gelasian Decree III.2 attributed the claim that the two died separately to heretics, that is, it utilized the repudiation of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles to support the claim that both were martyred on the same day.\n\n175. Lipsius and Bonnet, eds., Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 2:292-302. An old English version can be found in ANF 8:493-96.\n\n176. See de Santos Otero, ""Later Acts;\' 465-66, and Istvan Czachesz, Commission Narratives: A Comparative Study of the Canonical and Apocryphal Acts, Studies on Early Christian Apocrypha 8 Leuven: Peeters, 2007, 184-207, with bibliography 184 n. 1. Note also Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 247.\n\n177. See de Santos Otero, ""Later Acts,"" 466. Chapters 6 and 7, which deal with Mark\'s elaborate and extended penance of Mark, are omitted in various witnesses, including Cod. Vat. gr. 1667.\n\n178. In Acts Silas ""replaces"" Barnabas. Perhaps readers will think that John, whose Hebrew ! name was changed to Mark in a vision, was associated with the cult of Zeus at Lystra Acts 14:8-18.\n\n179. Chapters 16, 19-22.\n\n180. Chapter 19 reports an athletic event in which a multitude of naked men and women participated. Men did compete naked, and a few examples of competitions involving girls and women are recorded, but a joint contest would have been unusual. The narrator\'s knowledge appears imperfect. For a similar situation, see the Armenian version of the Martyrdom of Bartholomew 3 Louis Leloir, Apocrypha Apostolorum Armeniaca II, CCSA 4 [Brepols: Turnhout, 1992], 495. One technique was to ""baptize"" old festivals by transforming them into Christian holidays.\n\n181. Mark is the traditional ""apostolic"" founder of the church in Alexandria.\n\n182. An anonymous host there may be the Onesiphorus of API 3.\n\n183. This probably derives from Gal. 4:13. The author had read Galatians with care.\n\n184. Cf. 2 Tim. 4:13, the evident inspiration.\n\n185. Cf. Acts 13:1-3.\n\n186. The pair nonetheless took pains ch. 11 to prevent people from discovering that Paul and Barnabas had separated.\n\n187. The claim that Mark founded the church at Alexandria is reported in Eusebius, H.B. 2.16.1. The statement follows the reference to Mark in 1 Pet. 5: 12; its authority is anonymous ""they say"". The historian then proceeds to describe the life of Mark\'s converts, which was so ""philosophical"" that Philo wrote about them the Vita contemplativa. This chapter inspires little confidence. It is, however, true that Clement of Alexandria did make use of the Gospel of Mark, which was generally ignored.\n\n188. Cf. 0. F. A. Meinardus, ""Cretan Traditions about St Paul\'s Mission to the Island,"" Ostkirchliche Studien 22 1973:, 172-83; Pervo, \'\'Acts of Titus""; Czachesz, Commission Narratives, 208-23; and Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 77-78.\n\n189. Czachesz, Commission Narratives, 210-15.\n\n190. Seep. 110.\n\n191. On Paul\'s itinerary in ATit, see Pervo, ""Acts of Titus;\' 462.\n\n192. INSERT TEXT Life and Conduct is a conventional title for saints\' lives. On this text, see M. R. James, Apocrypha Anecdota, Texts and Studies 2 Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1893, 43-57 introduction, 59-85 text; E. Haight, More Essays on Greek Romances New York: Longmans, 1945, 66-80; S. L. Davies, The Revolt of the Widows: The Social World of the Apocryphal Acts Carbondale, Ill.: Southern Illinois University Press, 1980, 8-10, 64-69; for a translation, see ANF 10:205-17. Note E. Junod, ""Vie et conduite des saintes femmes Xanthippe, Polyxene et Rebecca BHG 1977,"" in Oecumenica et Patristica, FS W. Schneemelcher Stuttgart: Teubner, 1989, 83-106. A recent study is J. Gorman, ""Thinking with and about \'Same-sex Desire\': Producing and Policing Female Sexuality in the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena,"" Journal of the History of Sexuality 10 2001: 416-41. See also Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 250-51.\n\n193. James, Apocrypha Anecdota, 67; Davies, Revolt, 8-10.\n\n194. See Junod, ""Vie et conduite:\' and Richard I. Pervo, review of S. Davies, Revolt of the Widows, ATR 63 1981: 329-30.\n\n195. Evidently the couple will live in a celibate partnership.\n\n196. Babylonia is part of the geography of romantic novels. If this requires a seacost, it will, like Shakespeare\'s Bohemia A Winters Tale, receive one.\n\n197. Shipwreck is a normal mode of travel in the Greek romantic novels, and kidnapping, bandits, and pirates are staples of the genre.\n\n198. In their respective Acts, both Philip and Andrew spend time in Greece.\n\n199. On the relations between female characters in Xan, see the possibilities explored by Gorman, ""Thinking with and about \'Same-sex Desire\'.""\n\n200. One speculation is that Xan is a later abbreviation of an earlier narrative.\n\n201. The ship bearing Peter to Rome also plays a part in the narrative Xan. 24.\n\n202. The first part of the book is characterized by flowery rhetoric, much of it from the mouth of Xanthippe.\n\n203. Slaves, along with soldiers and merchants, are groups identified by A. D. Nock as primary agents of cultic diffusion; see Nock\'s Conversion: The Old and the New in Religion from Alexander the Great to Augustine of Hippo Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1933, 66-67. Slaves are distinct because they could bring about upward diffusion of ideas and other matters.\n\n204. See above.\n\n205. Mark 2:17. For later use, see G. W. H. Lampe, A Patristic Greek Lexicon Oxford: Clarendon, 1961, 662, s.v. INSERT TEXT 3.\n\n206. Chapter 24 also reflects Actus Vercellenses.\n\n207. Cf. Mark 5:27-28; 6:56.\n\n208. Cf. Matt. 9:26; Luke 4:14.\n\n209. Cf. Mark 2:1-12. In this case authority resides with Paul; Xanthippe lacks this power ch. 19.\n\n210. Chapter 9: ""Paul said to Xanthippe, \'Believe me, daughter, that by the Devil\'s suggestion and working I have not passed a single hour without chains and blows: Xanthippe said to him, \'But you suffer these things by your own free will, since you have not neglected your preaching even to scourging, but this again I tell you, that your bonds shall be the defeat of the prompter, and your humiliation their overthrow\' "" trans. W. A. Craigie, in Allan Menzie, ed., The Ante-Nicene Fathers, vol. X. Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1978, 207, alt.\n\n211. Cf. APl 3.21 Thecla.\n\n212. Undoubtedly the subject of Philemon. Onesimus also appears in the Deutero-Pauline tradition Col. 4:7. A person with the same name was Bishop of Ephesus in the time of Ignatius Eph. 1:3.\n\n213. First-person narration continues into ch. 41, where, in the fashion of Acts e.g., 16:18, the narrative suddenly reverts to the third-person.\n\n214. Another possibility is Lucius of Cyrene Acts 13:1, but note the tradition of the old Gospel prologue that Luke died at 84 in Boeotia; see K. Aland, Synopsis Quattuor Evangeliorum Stuttgart: Wiirttembergische Bibelanstalt, 1964, 353.\n\n215. This could be the result of textual abbreviation.\n\n216. Cf. Callirhoe 8.6-8; Ephesian Tale 5.13.\n\n217. Note also ch. 31 Jas 80.9-10, also ambiguous and possibly edited. This interest in celibacy, an ascetic reference in ch. 31 no wine, and the occasionally monarchian character of its theology e.g., ch. 12 might lead one to suspect a Priscillianist background, but the work shows no knowledge of Span, and the presumably original Greek language also tells against this hypothesis.\n\n218. Note the expression ""god of Paul"" 20 [x 2], 26, 27 [x 3], and 31.\n\n219. On the genre, see M. Himmelfarb, Ascents to Heaven in Jewish and Christian Apocalypses New York: Oxford University Press, 1993, and Tours of Hell: An Apocalyptic Form in Jewish and Christian Literature Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1985.\n\n220. Surveys, with introduction, bibliography, and translation may be found in Hugo Duensing and Aurelio de Santos Otero, ""Apocalypse of Paul,"" in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:712-52, and Elliott, Apocrypha, 616-44.\n\n221. Richard Bauckham, \'\'Apocryphal Pauline Literature,"" DPL, 35-37 37 Dictionary. Consult abbreviations ..\n\n222. On attestation, see Elliott, Apocrypha, 620; Duensing and de Santos Otero, ""Apocalypse of Paul,"" 712. This is a good caution against deriving conclusions about popularity from patristic discussions.\n\n223. On this technique, see Wolfgang Speyer, Bucherfunde in der Glaubenswerbung der Antike Gottingen: Vandenhoeck & Ruprecht, 1970.\n\n224. On this probable parody of a vision report, seep. 176.\n\n225. Duensing and de Santos Otero, \'\'Apocalypse of Paul,"" 741.\n\n226. More strictly, at some time from 150-350.\n\n227. Nag Hammadi texts are referred to by codex in Roman, the document, and the page and line numbers. On this text, see W. R. Murdock and G. W. MacRae, eds., ""The Apocalypse of Paul,"" in Nag Hammadi Codices V 2-5 and VI with Papyrus Berolensis 8502, 1 and 4, ed. Douglas M. Parrott; Nag Hammadi Studies 11 Leiden: Brill, 1979, 47-63, and Wolf-Peter Funk, ""The Coptic Gnostic Apocalypse of Paul,"" in Schneemelcher, New Testament Apocrypha, 2;.695-700, both with bibliography. On its relation to Paul, see also Lindemann, Paulus, 332-34.\n\n228. The others include two works entitled ""The Apocalypse of James"" and ""The Apocalypse of Adam.""\n\n229. Lindemann, Paulus, 332, does not agree.\n\n230. See, for example, APl 12; Acts of John 88; Apocryphon of John 20.19-21.4.\n\n231. See above.\n\n232. Apocalypse of Paul 18.14-19, trans. MacRae and Murdock, 257.\n\n233. Apocalypse of Paul 23.13-17 trans. Murdock and MacRae, 61. In a note, Funk ""Coptic Gnostic Apocalypse;\' 700 n. 12 offers an alternate rendition: ""I will go into the world of the dead in order to become a fellow- prisoner in the captivity which was led captive in the captivity of Babylon."" This is barely possible, grammatically but the version cited is preferable.\n\n234. This is additional evidence against Funk\'s alternate translation.\n\n235. On this genre, see Tomas Szepessy, ""The Ancient Family Novel A Typological Proposal,"" Acta Antiqua Acadamiae Scientiarum Hungaricae 31 1985-88: 357-65. The use of a previous novel as a source is widely accepted in scholarship. See S. Trenkner, The Greek Novella in the Classical Period Cambridge: Cambridge University,Press, 1958. 101-2, and B. E. Perry, The Ancient Romances: A Literary Historical Account of the Origins, Sather Lectures, 1951 Berkeley: University of California Press, 1967. 285-93. F. Stanley Jones rejects this view: ""Eros and Astrology in the INSERT TEXT: The Sense of the Pseudo-Clementine Novel,"" Apoc 12 2001 : 53-78.\n\n236. See N. Kelley, Knowledge and Authority in the Pseudo-Clemen tines: Situating the Recognitions in 4th Century Syria, WUNT 213 Tubingen: Mohr Siebeck, 2006.\n\n237. The designation ""Pseudo-Clementines"" is otiose.\n\n238. A standard introduction -is Johannes Irmscher and Georg Strecker, ""The PseudoClementines,"" in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:483-541, with excepts. No complete English version exists. For a survey of earlier research, see F. Stanley Jones, ""The PseudoClementines: A History of Research,"" SecCent 2 1982: 1-33, 63-96; F. Manns, ""Les pseudoclementines Homelies et Reconnaisances: Etat de la Question,"" Studii Biblici Franciscani Liber Annuus 53 2003: 157-84; and Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 193-229. See also Ludemann, Opposition to Paul in Jewish Christianity, 169-94; Lindemann, Paulus, 101-9; and Dassmann, Stachel, 279-86.\n\n239. J. B. Lightfoot, The Apostolic Fathers. Part One. Clement. Vol. 1 Grand Rapids: Baker Book House, 1981 [reprint of 1890], 14-16. The notes are mine.\n\n240. In the Recognitions, the father is named Faustinianus, the brothers Faustinus and Faustus.\n\n241. Shipwreck, pirates, and enslavement are standard motifs of ancient popular literature.\n\n242. Mark 7:24-30; Matt. 15:21-28.\n\n243. Luke 19:1-10.\n\n244. The motif is novelistic.\n\n245. Note that Barnabas is regarded as a disciple of Jesus.\n\n246. The source is Acts 9:32-11:18.\n\n247. This presumes correctly that Barnabas had sided with Peter.\n\n248. Cf. Paul\'s escape from Damascus in Acts 9:23-25.\n\n249. This island was also the site of the recognition scene in the novel Callirhoe 7.5-8.1.\n\n250. Obstacles to recognition are a common and often not highly credible feature of popular literature.\n\n251. See Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 196-98.\n\n252. F. S. Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source on the History of Christianity: Pseudo Clementine Recognitions 1.21-71, SBLTT 37 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1995. 111-55.\n\n253. Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, 157-67.\n\n254. Ludemann, Opposition, 183. Ludemann\'s own source theory differs from that of Jones. For similar views, see J. L. Martyn, ""Clementine Recognitions 1,33-71, Jewish Christianity, and the Fourth Gospel,"" in God\'s Christ and His People: Studies in Honour of Nils Alstrup Dahl, ed. Jacob Jervell and Wayne A. Meeks Oslo: Universitetsforlaget, 1977. 265-95 273, and F. S. Jones, ""A Jewish Christian Reads Luke\'s Acts of the Apostles: The Use of the Canonical Acts in the Ancient Jewish Christian Source behind Pseudo-Clementine Recognitions 1.27-71,"" in SBLSP, 1995 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1995, 617-35.\n\n255. This thesis is quite defensible. See John Painter, Just James: The Brother of Jesus in History and Tradition Columbia: University of South Carolina Press, 1997. The thesis is valid in that success of the gentile, Torah-free, mission placed grave obstacles upon the mission to observant Jews.\n\n256. This section follows Jones\' translation of the Syriac, Armenian, and Latin editions of Recognitions An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, 51-109.\n\n257. The inspiration comes from Acts 7 and makes use of Jubilees. See Jones, ""Jewish Christian,"" 632.\n\n258. This corresponds to the Christian beliefthat Jesus was the prophet promised in Deut. 18:15-18 e.g., Matt. 17:5; Luke 24:25; John 1:21; Acts 3:22; 7:37.\n\n259. This is the pre-conversion of Paul in Acts, a person with no control of his temper and a penchant for violence. Seep. 15 lentz.\n\n260. Cf. Acts 14:19-20. The motif of apparent death is common in popular fiction. See Pervo, Profit, 148 n. 42.\n\n261. A marginal note in a ms. makes the identification explicit.\n\n262. By adding that the enemy believed that Peter had fled to Damascus, Rec provides justification for the odd mission of Acts 9: 1.\n\n263. The contestation is one of the preliminary documents to the Homilies.\n\n264. Epistula Clementis 1.1 trans. Irmscher and Strecker, ""The Pseudo-Clementines,"" 2:496-97.\n\n265. Formally, they use the Semitic greeting of ""peace,"" rather than the Pauline blend of grace and peace.""\n\n266. Trans. Irmscher and Strecker, ""The Pseudo-Clementines,"" 2:494.\n\n267. The specific subject need not be the description of the controversy at Antioch in Gal. 2. Paul there portrayed Peter as liberal on Torah observance, willing to remain observant rather than offend the ""people from James.""\n\n268. Matt. 11:11. In the scheme of syzygies the first, wicked prophet represents the female.\n\n269. Trans. Irmscher and Strecker, ""The Pseudo-Clementines,"" 2:535-36.\n\n270. This criterion disqualifies Paul from being an apostle in Acts 1:21-22.\n\n271. The confession of Peter is a popular theme in the Pseudo-Clementines.\n\n272. One could cause difficulties by asking how James\' teaching is correct, since he was not among the followers ofJesus, according to the gospel tradition.\n\n273. For other examples, see Ludemann, Opposition, 185-91.\n\n274. See Robert E. Van Voorst, The Ascents of James: History and Theology of a Jewish-Christian Community, SBLDS 112 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1989. Note also the comments in Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, index p. 190 s. v. Anabathmoi Jakobou.\n\n275. The Greek reads ""of the priest,"" allowing the interpretation that the high priest\'s daughter was the object of his affection.\n\n276. Members of priestly families could not marry proselytes.\n\n277. Trans. Jones, ""Jewish Christian,"" 617-18 n. 2. Foranotherversion, see Ludemann, Opposition, 180. Jones believes that this text drew upon both the Steps of James and Rec. 1.27-71.\n\n278. Seep. 288n71.\n\n279. Acts 9; 1 Tim. 1.\n\n280. Compare the story that Jesus was the illegitimate child of a Roman soldier: Origen, C. Gels 1.32. Origen, C.Cels 1.32. See Contra Celsum, trans. Henry Chadwick Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1953, 31 n. 3.\n\n281. See pp. 124 and 127.\n\n282. For this view of coordination, see, for example, Ignatius, Rom. 4:3; Irenaeus, A.H. 3.1.1; Tertullian, Adv. Marcion 4.5; Praescription of Heretics 36.\n\n283. Eusebius, H.B. 2.25.5-7, cites Gaius, a second-/third-century presbyter, and opponent of Montanism, on the tombs of Peter and Paul at Rome. The next paragraph 8 cites Dionysius.\n\n284. For the traditions, see Tajra, Martyrdom, 183-97. Note also de Santos Otero, ""Later Acts,"" 440-42.\n\n285. Decretum Gelasianum III 2. Note also Arator\'s mid-sixth-century epic based on Acts, which, in the end at 2:1218, abandons the plot of Acts to report the joint martyrdom of Peter and Paul.\n\n286. E.g., Leo the Great, Sermon 82.\n\n287. A by-product of this relationship is that the patron saints of the Episcopal Cathedral in Washington, D.C. intended from the beginning to be a ""national Cathedral"", are Peter and Paul.\n\n288. For an early synthesis of the various traditions regarding Peter and Paul, see Eusebius, H.E. 2.22.1-3.Embed', 'default'",0 -867,Alison_Moyet___That_Ole_Devil_Called_Love,happy,"""That Ole Devil Called Love It's that ole devil called love again\nGets behind me and keeps giving me that shove again\nPutting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams\nAnd rocks in my heart\n\nIt's that sly old sun of a gun again\nHe keeps telling me that I'm the lucky one again\nBut I still have that rain, still have those tears\nAnd those rocks in my heart\n\nSuppose I didn't stay, ran away, wouldn't play\nThe devil, what a potion he would brew?\nHe'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down\n'Till I'd be so bewildered, I wouldn't know what to do\nMight as well give up that fight again\nI know darn well he'll convince me that he's right again\nWhen he sings that sorry song I'm just gonna tag along\nWith that ole devil called love\n\nHe'd follow me around, build me up, tear me down\nWith that ole devil called love",0 -1080,Amon_Tobin___Escape,sad,"""Escape I'm gettin' outta this can\nWho's gonna push you over da wall? Da warden?\nI ain't goin over the wall\n\nOh, no?\nNo, under it\nWha, huh?\nYeah, a tunnel\nEh, your nuts\n\nDa guards would spot\nA tunnel in no time\nYa gotta have camouflage\nI got it all worked out\nI ain't goin' over the wall\n\nThe dirt, what do you, we do\nWith the dirt from the tunnel?",1 -7155,Dido___Hunter,sad,"""Hunter [Verse 1]\nWith one light on in one room\nI know you're up when I get home\nWith one small step upon the stair\nI know your look when I get there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you were a king up there on your throne\nWould you be wise enough to let me go?\nFor this queen you think you own\n[Chorus 1]\nWants to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe unread book and painful look\nThe TV's on, the sound is down\nOne long pause, then you begin\nOh, look what the cat's brought in\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you were a king up there on your throne\nWould you be wise enough to let me go?\nFor this queen you think you own\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWants to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go, let me leave\n\n[Bridge]\nFor the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now\nAnd I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow\nAnd all the time I'm thinking, thinking\n [Chorus 1]\nI want to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI want to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go, let me leave\nLet me go1 ",1 -1579,Antimatter___Line_Of_Fire,sad,"'Line of Fire Face the panic of today\nBreaking barriers from yesterday\nI fell into the line of fire\nI broke down in the line of fire\nShattered past, and future fears\nTake a moment far away from here\nCut the strings and fly away\nCut the strings and fly away\nTaste the hell you put us through\nGrace the heavens I could promise you\nTake a hand in the line of fire\nMake a stand behind the wire Embed', 'default'",1 -1588,Antimatter___Legions,sad,"""Legions Stony and grey is the whore\nAnd long are the days in the morgue\nWhere god is a wall\nWhere god is a wall to look upon\n\nLegions and hordes\nThe seas have been torn\nAnd buildings remain where they fall\nAnd I solemnly walk\nThrough legions and hordes\nA dark mass of infidels\nLong is the howl at the end\nA cry from the tail echoing\nAnd fools reverberate\nAnd fools reverberate and carry on...\n\nWhat have they done to themselves?\nLook what have they done to themselves\n\nIf you don't learn to leave this thing alone\nYou'll never get to see the sun again\nYou won't come out on top\nThe seed is sown 1 ",1 -4212,Brett_Anderson___Colour_Of_The_Night,sad,"""Colour of the Night My love she hides a cruel disease\nIt's the bullet in her mind, it's the plan\nBetween her knees\nIt's the colour of the night, it's the\nNumber of the beast\n\nMy love she dreams of Tel Aviv\nShe's got nails in her hands and nails\nIn her feet\nShe's not from the Holy Land but she\nThink she used to be\nTell me when was hell so beautiful?\nTell me with your words that disagree\nTell me with your reason carved like granite\nTell me so that I can be free\n\nMy love she's like a cruel disease\nShe's the bullet in my mind\nShe's got a plan between her knees\nShe's the colour of the night\nShe stirs the beast in me",1 -418,Aerosmith___Draw_The_Line,happy,"""Draw the Line [Verse]\nCheckmate honey, beat you at your own damn game\nNo dice honey, I'm livin' on a astral plane\nFeet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain\nOh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind\nWhen to draw the line\nA Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor\nShe was a wet nap winner, and rarely ever left the store\nShe'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right outa me\nOh, pass me the vial and cross your fingers, it don't take time\nNowhere to draw the line\nHi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs\nOh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long\nHeads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime\nNo dice honey, you the salt, you're the queen of the brine\nCheckmate honey, you're the only one who's got ta choose\nWhere to draw the line\n[Outro]\nCheckmate, don't be late\nTake another pull\nThat's right impossible\nWhen you got to be yourself\nYou're the boss of the toss\nThe dice, the price\nGrab yourself a slice\nKnow where to draw the line 1 ",0 -5320,Chris_Cornell___Ghosts,anger,"""Ghosts [Verse 1]\nI know what you're looking for\nYou've looked in these eyes before\nAnd all you saw was blue green water\nSearching for a mirror\nThat would show the world not who you are\nBut who you wanna be\nAnd you thought you'd found that one in me\nBut it's been a long time since I heard that name\n\n[Chorus]\nHe doesn't live here anymore\nDon't know where he's residing\nYou can wait here if you want\nBut I don't think he's coming back\nHe doesn't live here anymore\n[Verse 2]\nSure you've found the right place\nThe same address you knew before\nBut that won't change what lies behind the door\nAnd what lies underneath had to change from the inside out\n\n[Chorus]\nHe doesn't live here anymore\nDon't know where he's residing\nI think it's better if you go\nCause I don't want him coming back\n\n[Bridge]\nYes I know the name sounds a little bit familiar\nLike a melody to a dream\nYes I know he wore the same face, the same clothes\nBut that was so long ago\n\n[Outro]\nI know who you want to find\nSomewhere is the memory of somebody I left behind\nWell lets take it all in stride\nYeah it's that time to say goodbye\nHe doesn't live here anymore",3 -3108,Billy_Bragg___Greetings_To_the_New_Brunette,happy,"""Greetings to the New Brunette Shirley, it's quite exciting to be sleeping here in this new room\nShirley, you're my reason to get out of bed before noon\nShirley, you know when we sat out on the fire escape talking\nShirley, what did you say about running before we were walking\n\nSometimes when we're as close as this\nIt's like we're in a dream\nHow can you lie there and think of England\nWhen you don't even know who's in the team\n\nShirley, your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle\nShirley, we are joined in the ideological cuddle\nI'm celebrating my love for you\nWith a pint of beer and a new tattoo\nAnd if you haven't noticed yet\nI'm more impressionable when my cement is wet\n\nPolitics and pregnancy\nAre debated as we empty our glasses\nAnd how I love those evening classes\n\nShirley, you really know how to make a young man angry\nShirley, can we get through the night without mentioning family\n\nThe people from your church agree\nIt's not much of a career\nTrying the handles of parked cars\nWhoops, there goes another year\nWhoops, there goes another pint of beer\n\nHere we are in our summer years\nLiving on ice cream and chocolate kisses\nWould the leaves fall from the trees\nIf I was your old man and you were my missus\n\nShirley, give my greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, give my greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette",0 -3343,Black_Moth_Super_Rainbow___Smile_Heavy,happy,"""Smile Heavy Why does the sun go down? Why does the sun go down?\nI ate the sky, why does the sun go down?\nWhy do we all go away? Why do we all go away?\nI can't believe in butterflies, why do we all go away?\nWhy does the sun go down? Why does the sun go down?\nI ate the sky, why does the sun go down?\n\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you've heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you've heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you've heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you've heard",0 -374,Adamski___Killer,sad,"""Killer [Verse 1]\nSo you want\nTo be free?\nTo live your life\nThe way you wanna be?\nWill you give\nIf we cry?\nWill we live\nOr will we die? Ha-ha\n\n[Bridge]\nTainted hearts Hearts\nHeal with time\nShoot that love\nSo we can stop the bleedin'\n[Chorus]\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf we try\nAnd live your live\nThe way you wanna be-e-e-e Yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\n\n[Outro]\nRacism in among future kings can only lead to no good\nAnd besides\nAll our sons and daughters already know how that feels\nYeah\nMade of love 2 ",1 -2426,Balligomingo___Wild_Butterfly,calm,"""Wild Butterfly Set your soul adrift Wild Butterfly\nLet your spirit free Wild Butterfly\nMoments come and fall to the ground\nAnd slowly fade away\n\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly\n\nSet your course you'll see Wild Butterfly\nTowards the sun, to me Wild Butterfly\nWhy don't you go\nFly so far away\nI know what you want\nI know what you'll see\nI know what you want\nI know what you'll see\n\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly",2 -7922,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Waterfall,sad,"""Waterfall [Verse 1: Jeff Lynne]\nSo now it's getting late, for those who hesitate, got no one\nBut they don't understand and no one hears the sound\nIt's like a waterfall, it's an illusion\n\n[Chorus: Jeff Lynne]\nLove is all, waterfall, love is what you are\nPulls you in, takes you down, it's a sad affair\nBut you know, as you hold, back the power there\nWithout the friends and lovers, you could never go on living\n[Verse 2: Jeff Lynne]\nAcross the waterfall, that's falling evermore, down on you\nCascading through the days, and flowing on its way\nThat's how it has to be, just an illusion\n\n[Chorus: Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne and Kelly Groucutt]\nLove is all, waterfall, love is what you are\nPulls you in, takes you down, it's a sad affair\nBut you know, as you hold, back the power there\nWithout the friends and lovers, you could never go on living 4 ",1 -5689,Coldplay___Proof,sad,"""Proof [Verse 1]\nSo I waited for you\nWhat wouldn't I do?\nAnd I'm covered, it's true\nI'm covered in you\nIf I ever want proof\nI find it in you\nYeah I honestly do\nIn you I find proof\n\n[Chorus]\nLight and dark\nA bright spark\nLight and dark\nAnd then, light\n[Verse 2]\nSo I waited all day\nWhat wouldn't I say?\nAnd are there things in your way?\nThings happen that way\nOh\nAnd if I ever want proof\nThen I find it in you\nOh\nYeah I honestly do\nIn you I find proof\n\n[Chorus]\nLight and dark\nA bright spark\nLight and dark\nAnd then, light\nLight [x4]See Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95",1 -37,112__Super_Cat___Na_Na_Na_Na,sad,"""Na Na Na Na [Intro]\nIt's all the long long ye love\nFi the girl dem, na na na na\nThe rapper den a 112 are now gon' step on this show\n\n1 - \tI wanna see you\n\tRock that ass, rock that ass\n\tRock that ass, rock that ass\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tChange positions Yeah, change positions Yeah\n\tNew position I want a new position girl\n\tTwerk it for me Yeah, twerk it for me Come on\n\tTwerk it for me shorty, twerk it for me\nCome a little closer baby\nGirl I wanna feel you body\nPlease ya right next to me\nWe can be the life of the party\nI just wanna let you know\nI love the way you're movin'\nNever wanna let you go\nNever wanna stop the music\n\n2 - \tGirl, na na na\n\tLittle girl what you're doin' to me\n\tGirl, you're lookin' so sexy\n\tWhen you're doin' that dance for me\n\tHey, we goin' na na na\n\tYou don't know what you're doin' to me\n\tGirl, you're lookin' so sexy\n\tWhen you're doin' that dance for me\n\nOoh, now that I've got you baby\nYou know we gotta keep it sexy\nTouchin' all over me\nBaby, it's ecstasy\nLady, won't you take my hand\nLet's go to V.I.P\nI don't think you understand\nWhat you are doin' to me\n Repeat 2\nRepeat 1\n\n[Supercat]\n????\nThis a cutey beauty\nTell me said that she was the man and she enjoyed it\nShe said she'd come in if I worked dem dirty\nThat lover come a room 112 and take me\nBetween you and I we havin' a private party\nStill I went out there ??? me up, really put strip me\nFrom her back yard and she take off the ????? Well at cha\nYoung gal, dem lovely back shot\nDream a gal, dem lovely back shot\nSavor gal, dem lovely sad lot\nFor me say goodby and shoulda gone, don't say it pop\nPity el girl dem neck dem hot\nMe say know y'all gal love it hard like a rock\nNow instead dey rap it up by all their telephone spark\nCan dey wet it and I pour some ??? softened up\n\nRepeat 2\nRepeat 1\nRepeat 2 ",1 -6453,Dark_Tranquillity___Not_Built_To_Last,sad,"""Not Built to Last [Verse 1]\nWhat comes as no surprise\nTo a jaded mind, no less\nInsight comes to soothing grace\nLeft to waiting days\nAnother chord unstrummed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOur secret's safe and sound\nSolid now unless it breaks in two\nFaithfully unbound\nNone of this was ever built to last\n[Chorus 1]\nIn the paleness of a less than life\nFrom a corner watching old paint dry\nNever once a break\nInto the self again\n\nAn endeavour that will flat our fail\nWhat maturity comes to end\nNever one to face\nAnother beat undone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOur secret's safe and sound\nSolid now unless it breaks in two\nFaithfully unbound\nNone of this was ever built to last\n\n[Bridge]\nOnce again\nAnother instant saved today\nLeft a print that leads nowhere\nNever built to last\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWhat makes it work\nA part of life that makes the weak hearts grow\nTake it in if you're willing to say\nWilling to do, prepared to lay it down\n Just know this\nIt was never built to last\nIt was never built to last ",1 -4384,Broken_Social_Scene___Looks_just_like_the_sun,sad,"""Looks Just Like the Sun [Chorus]\nLooks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nBut it looks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nBut I'm breathing, thinking one\n\n[Verse 1]\nHeart is pounding in his chest\nReaches suddenly for his gun\nShould be sailing in the West\nFlower that could be his fun\nKeep going\nTree of families on his head\nWeary red, split open eyes\nI'm on the corner, thinking about my bed\nAin't just in store and signifies\nOne, two, three\n[Chorus]\nLooks just like\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nAnd it looks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nAnd it looks just like it\nBut I'm breathing, thinking one\nHere we go\n\n[Verse 2]\nGold and red, the colours change as you can't forget\nTurning back, you know I thought I knew, thought I knew someone\nYou better check your watch\nI think it's time you left\nTo he, and darkness, still it's obvious to everyone\nDarkness, still, it's obvious to everyone\nStill it's obvious to every\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, it looks just like sun\nLooks just like it Looks just like it\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like it\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like it\nKevin, after this\nLooks just like it\nHere we go, Kev\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like the sun\nSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42 [Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nOne, two, one, two ",1 -765,Alice_In_Videoland___Dance_With_Me,happy,"""Dance With Me I'm flat broke\nBadly wounded from a fall\nKind of frail but not at all\nAs pathetic as I sound\nI'm messed up\nAnd I'm messed up pretty bad\nBut I'm the best you ever had\nThe one who moves your ground\nI'm one of a kind\nNot like any other girl you've met\nSo I know you won't regret\nWhen you decide to come around\nLet's spin around\nTill we drop dead on the ground\nAnd the pleasure within the heat\nGets around the sound of the beat\nSo come on baby dance with me\nCome on baby dance with me\nCome on dance with me\nWith me with me with me with me\n\nI can't breathe\nI panic I'm out of air\nI shiver and it's not fair\nThe way you lead me on\nI'm dressed up\nAnd I'm dressed up to go\nSo I might just let you know\nI hate it when I'm wrong\nI swear, I don't mind\nWhatever you want to do\nAs long as you'll stay true\nI know that I'm the one\n\nLet's spin around\nTill we drop dead on the ground\nAnd the pleasure within the heat\nGets around the sound of the beat\nSo come on baby dance with me\nCome on baby dance with me\nCome on dance with me\nWith me with me with me with me",0 -5185,Cheap_Trick___Hello_There,happy,"'Hello There Hello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready or not?\n\nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready to rock?\n\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to?\nWould you like to?\nWould like to do a number with me?\nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready or not?\n\nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready to rock?\n\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to?\nWould you like to?\nWould like to do a number with me? Embed', 'default'",0 -1777,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Frenchy__Im_Faking,happy,"""Frenchy, I’m Faking Frenchy, I'm faking, been longing to stir you up\nChanging looks slightly like back in the '90s\nFar and away whistle delayed delights\nThe prospect of lightning was ever so frightening\n\nI said your kisses are nice but I'm looking for hills to roll\nDown with abandon and no understanding\nI borrowed your suitcase and filled it with pearls and gold\nYou let me down lightly, I killed you politely",0 -1747,Arch_Enemy___Diva_Satanica,sad,"""Diva Satanica Divine queen of evil\nSowing her seeds of hate\nMistress of pain\nDiva satanica - master of temptation\n\nMedusa... abuser... both beast and beauty\nSeducer... she'll use you... bring you to your knees\n\nBlinded by her infinite beauty\nYou are lured into the temple\nThe smell of incense burning\nThis carnal pleasure yearning\nBride of satan\nTransgress the rules of this world\nToo late you realize\nThis love is ripping you apart\nMedusa... abuser... both beast and beauty\nSeducer... she'll use you... as fodder for her dreams\n\nDrinking the blood\nEating the flesh\nShe's getting high on you\nWatching you die gives her a thrill\nThere is always more blood to spill",1 -641,Albert_Hammond_Jr___Blue_Skies,sad,"""Blue Skies There are things I could've told you\nThere's a time and a place\nWhere my words, would allow me\nTo say what I want change\n\nDon't let me know know as its happening\nDon't let me know what you said\n\nThere are birds all around me\nThere were flowers pressed to my face\nAnd in time you will forget me\nAnd I'll try and do the same\nDon't let me know know as its happening\nDon't let me know what you said\n\nIt's been years since I saw you\nBut each day I see your face\nAnd in time you will remind me\nThat I wish were the same\n\nDon't let me know know as its happening\nDon't let me know what you said",1 -3068,Bill_Whelan___Riverdance,happy,"'Riverdance Hear my cry in my hungering search for you\nTaste my breath on the wind\nSee the sky as it mirrors my colors\nHints and whispers begin\n\nI am living to nourish you, cherish you\nI am pulsing the blood in your veins\nFeel the magic and power of surrender to life\nUisce Beatha\n\nEvery finger is touching, searching\nUntil your secrets come out\nIn the dance as it endlessly circles\nI linger close to your mouth\nI am living to nourish you, cherish you\nI am pulsing the blood in your veins\nFeel the magic and power of surrender to life\nUisce Beatha Embed', 'default'",0 -833,Alison_Hinds___Roll_it_Gal,happy,"""Roll It Gal [Chorus]\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen dem fly up in yuh face, gal\nMake dem know dem place\nNumba one in ah di race, gal\nCould neva replace\nIndependent and yuh strong, gal\nAnd you set di pace\nFit and healthy living long, gal\nFree yuhself gal, you got class and you got pride\nCome together cause we strong and unified\n[Chorus]\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen dem start to talk and chat, gal\nLet dem run dem mouth\nYou believe in Father God, gal\nHe will run dem out\nStrength and wisdom you must have, gal\nTry to seek dem out\nLiberate yuhself and live, gal\nThank di father that you've grown and still alive\nIf you feel me ladies, roll it's time to rise\n\n[Chorus]\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\n [Bridge]\nGo to school gal, and get yuh degree\nNurture and take care of yuh pickney\nGal, yuh work hard to make yuh money\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nIf yuh know yuh smart and yuh sexy\nNever let dem abuse yuh body\nShow it off gal, and let di world see\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\n\n[Chorus]\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it\nRoll\nRoll it, roll it\nRoll\nRoll it\nRoll\nRoll it gal\n[Interlude]\nFree yuhself gal, you got class and you got pride\nCome together cause we strong and unified\n\n[Chorus]\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal ",0 -4606,Butterfly_Boucher___Can_You_See_The_Lights,calm,"""Can You See the Lights? How far\nHow far do you run to catch it?\nHow long\nHow long do you wait to find it?\nNow, can you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it's way\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night\nHow much\nHow much must you give to gain it?\nMy my\nHow did I\nGet to be by your side?\nNow, can you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it's way\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night\nCan you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it's way\nOoohhh\nAhhhhh\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night",2 -800,Alicia_Keys___Unbreakable,happy,"""I’m Not Bruce Willis, Am I? Now I want that car, and I want that crib\nGotta reach for that bar gotta get a grip\nReach in that jar, tip toe and never trip\nHang where bad bitches are, kill babies and empty clips\n\nThese bitches in heat\nAsking me for a treat\nThis girl grown, take a seat, on me\nI wanna bone, if she beat, uhm, then not me\nNo self-respect, I inspect, myself\nSo shallow, my minds hollow, my styles borrowed, need help\nWhat'd you expect, I disrespect, myself\nAnd this ho, her deep sorrow, I deep burrow, pussy help\nNow my lifes real bad\nI never though this would be the life I had\nMy parents mad, can't talk to my dad,I need mother who is MADD\nWhy the fuck is getting fucked up a fucking fad, real fucking sad\nProbably contracted a diseases\nNow I'm shitting out my nose every time I sneeze\nSomebody save me please\nPlease stop me, take my keys\nI'm not unbreakable, Alicia Keys\nAm I strong like David Dunn\nTake a hit, my head feels split\nWhy's it burn when I cum?\nSqueeze her tit, life's gone to shit\nLife's over, I'm done\n\nI'm not thinking clear, like a stupid dear. haaaaaanh",0 -1594,Antimatter___Fighting_For_A_Lost_Cause,sad,"""Fighting For A Lost Cause And there it is, as pure as snow\nI couldn't see it for my head was too low\nAnd prying eyes, they stoop too low\nPoisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows\n\nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause\n\nThese are the hours on the range\nThe more you show them\nThe more they choose to take away\nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause\n\nSome things never change in the wings\nAnd as it's your war\nThere'll be no escape at all\n\nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause 5 ",1 -9166,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___The_Bleeding,anger,"""The Bleeding [Intro/Guitar Solo]\nLies!\n\n[Verse 1]\nI remember when all the games began\nRemember every little lie Every little lie and every last goodbye\nPromises you broke, words you choked on\nAnd I never walked away Never walked away\nIt's still a mystery to me\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWell, I'm so empty\nI'm better off without you and you're better off without me\nWell, you're so unclean!\nI'm better off without you and you're better off without me!\nRight!\n[Chorus]\nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, deceiving, the beatings; it's over!\n\n[Verse 2]\nPaint the mirrors black to forget you\nI still picture your face Still picture your face\nAnd the way you used to taste Way you used to taste\nRoses in a glass, dead and wilted\nTo you, this all was nothing, everything to you is nothing\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nWell, you're so filthy\nI'm better off without you and you're better off without me\nWell, I'm so ugly!\nYou're better off without me and I'm better off alone!\nRight!\n\n[Chorus]\nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings, disaster; it's over!\n\n[Bridge]\nWhy? As wicked as you are\nYou're beautiful to me\nWhy? You're the darkest burning star\nYou're my perfect disease!\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 [Chorus]\nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings; it's over!\nDisaster!\nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings; it's over!\nDisaster!\n\n[Outro]\nIt's over now...17 ",3 -235,Abba___BangABoomerang,happy,"""Bang-a-Boomerang [Verse 1]\nMaking somebody happy is a question of give and take\nYou can learn how to show it so come on, give yourself a break\nEvery smile and every little touch\nDon't you know that they mean so much?\nSweet, sweet kisses so tender\nAlways will return to sender\n\n[Chorus]\nLike a bang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang\nLove is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum\nBy giving away, I think you'll learn\nYou'll get love in return\nSo bang, a boome-boomerang is love\nA boome-boomerang is love\n[Verse 2]\nLove is always around and you can look for it anywhere\nWhen you feel that you've found it my advice is to take good care\nNever use it as a selfish tool\nNever ever be such a fool\nEvery feeling you're showing\nIs a boomerang you're throwing\n\n[Chorus]\nYes a bang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang\nLove is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum\nBy giving away, I think you'll learn\nYou'll get love in return\nSo bang, a boome-boomerang is love\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd if you're warm and tender\nI'll kiss you, return to sender, please surrender\n\n[Outro]\nBang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang is love\nA boome-boomerang is love",0 -5716,Coldplay___For_You,sad,"""For You [Verse 1]\nIf you're lost and feel alone\nCircumnavigate the globe\nAll you ever have to hope for two\nAnd the way you seem to float\nCircumnavigate in hope\nAnd they seem to lose control\nWith you\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh Ooh Ooh Ooh\nEveryone of us is hurt\nAnd everyone of us is scarred\nEveryone of us is scared\nNot you\n[Verse 2]\nYour eyes closed\nYour head hurts\nYour eyes feel so low\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh Ooh Ooh Ooh\nEveryone of us is scared\nEveryone of us is hurt\nEveryone of us has hope\nAll for you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor youSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 2 ",1 -3603,Blu_Cantrell___10_000_Times,happy,"""10,000 Times [Chorus]\nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too?\n\n[Verse 1]\nBeen a long time\nSince I've been serious\nNow you're curious\nWell, I can't stand to feel your touch\nI might start to like it a little too much\nAnd it hurts, but I'm pushin' you away\n'Cause three months from now, you won't stay, oh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust when the lovin' get good\nYou'll be gone\nAnd I'll be left with a broken heart\nTo heal all alone\n\n[Chorus]\nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too?\n\n[Verse 2]\nKeep tellin' me it won't be\nWhat I'm used to\nYou won't hurt me\nBut that's so hard to believe\n'Cause everyone has said\nThe same damn thing to me, oh\nAnd the sad thing is I want you\nBut my heart keeps telling me don't trust you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause just when the loving gets good\nYou'll be gone\nAnd I'll be left with a broken heart\nTo heal all alone\n [Chorus]\nBeen in love 10,000 times Whoa\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times I've been hurt\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Yeah\nWould you hurt me too?\nBeen in love 10,000 times I've been in love\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Oh-oh\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too?\n\n[Bridge]\nMaybe love just ain't for me Ooh\nWhy does this keep happening?\nMaybe one day I'll trust you Day, trust you\nBut for now\nHere's what I'm gonna say to you, oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Yeah\nWould you hurt me too?\nBeen in love 10,000 times I've been hurt, yeah\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Oh-oh\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Baby\nWould you hurt me too? Oh-oh\nBeen in love 10,000 times I've been hurt, yeah\nAnd I've been hurt 10,000 times Whoa, whoa\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Hey\nWould you hurt me too? ",0 -673,Alex_Lloyd___Amazing,happy,"""Amazing When all you want to do is rock\nBut you don't want to bear the shock, no more\nWhen its just sweat that fills your eyes\nBelated feelings that you have denied\n\nWhen every wolf is at your door\nJust like a hundred times before\nBut you don't want to leave the end\n\nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn't change it\n'Cause we were amazing things\nRebuilding bridges in your mind\nYour eagerness now is on the line\nThe plastic mountain at your feet\nDivided streets now as you look to find a seat\n\nWhen every wolf is at your door\nJust like a hundred times before\nBut you don't want to see the end\n\nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn't change it\n'Cause we were amazing things\n\nAnd I really didn't want that push today\nNo I really didn't want to end this way\nBut the things that seem to bind us\nAre the things we put behind us on this day\n\nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn't change it\n'Cause we were amazing things",0 -3455,Blessid_Union_Of_Souls___Let_Me_Be_The_One,happy,"""Let Me Be The One So you're scared to show your feelings\nBaby I do understand\nI don't make a promise I can't keep\nI vow to be a real good friend\n\nIn those big green eyes I see a glow of love\nI just hope that I'm the one you're dreaming of\n\nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, Oh baby\nLet me be the one\nWe spend all our time together\nWe can't stand to sleep alone\nWhen you say you have to leave for now\nI miss you before you're gone\n\nAll along we thought this was absurd absurd\nEvery moment that we spend goes by too fast\nDarling Darling take this chance with me\nAs I have eyes only for you\nOh baby\n\nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, come on\nLet me be the one\n\nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, come on\nLet me be the one\nFor you\n\nDon't be scared to show your feelings\nCause baby I do understand\nI don't make no promises I can't keep\nI vow to be a real good man\n All along we thought that this was absurd absurd\nEvery moment that we spend goes by too fast\nDarling Darling take this chance with me\nCause I have eyes only for you\n\nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame tonight\nOh baby baby baby baby\n\nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame tonight ",0 -2606,Bebel_Gilberto___Baby,calm,"""Baby You know, you must take a look at the new land\nThe swimming pool and the teeth of your friend\nThe dirt in my hand\nYou know, you must take a look at me\n\nBaby, baby\nI know that's the way\nYou know, you must try the new ice cream flavor\nDo me a favor, look at me closer\nJoin us and go far\nAnd hear the new sound of my bossa nova\nBaby, baby\nIt's been a long time\nYou know, it's time now to learn Portuguese\nIt's time now to learn what I know\nAnd what I don't know\nAnd what I don't know\nAnd what I don't know\n\nI know, with me everything is fine\nIt's time now to make up your mind\nWe live in the biggest city of South America\nOf South America\nOf South America\nLook here, read what I wrote on my shirt\n\nBaby, baby\nI love you\nYou do",2 -9230,Flobots___We_Are_Winning,anger,"""We Are Winning [Intro]\nRival gangsters sit down to plan an after-school program\nA religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project\nA group of teenage boys watches a video\nOf a father playing catch with his son\nAn adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples\nFully clothed and smiling\nA record executive records a demo of his apology\nA policeman makes reverse 911 calls\nInstructing residents to take to the streets\nA patriot reports for duty\nShe's wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign\nShe's ashamed of her birthplace, but retreat is not an option\n[Verse One]\nWomen and children, frontline, log on, tune in, stand and be counted\nWounded, stationed, in the belly of the vulture\nWatch your back, there's no civilians\nWomen, children, frontline, listen\nConsider this a distant, early warning\nThe fire's imminent, pollution, gathering dust particles\nFunneling through smokestacks, airwaves, bandwidth\nDisinformation tube-fed, check the labels\nDelete the virus - alert the masses!\n\n[Interlude]\nButterfly wing crosswinds, send Black Hawks toward hurricane survivors\nRoses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks\nPacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles\nNew forms are beginning to take shape\nOnce-occupied minds are activating\nPeople are waking up! The insurgency is alive and well\n\n[Verse Two]\nRise of the Flobots; portrait of the new American insurgent\nRattle and shake the foundations of the world order\nAssembly line consent, resist, refuse, inform\nCreate, direct loved ones to the trenches\nSuit up, forge rubble into fortresses\nPlaster, cloth, aluminum, broken porcelain\nRusted platinum, burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds\nHammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor\n [Outro]\nWe are building up a new world, do not sit idly by\nDo not remain neutral, do not rely on this broadcast alone\nWe are only as strong as our signal\nThere is a war going on for your mind\nIf you are thinking, you are winning\nResistance is victory, defeat is impossible\nYour weapons are already in hand\nReach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom\nFight with tools!\nYour fate, and that of everyone you know, depends on it2 ",3 -4448,Bruce_Springsteen___Nothing_Man,calm,"""Nothing Man [Verse 1]\nI don't remember how I felt, I never thought I'd live\nTo read about myself in my hometown paper\nHow my brave young life was forever changed\nIn a misty cloud of pink vapor\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling, give me your kiss\nOnly understand\nI am the nothing man\n[Verse 2]\nAround here everybody acts the same\nAround here everybody acts like nothing's changed\nFriday night club meets at Al's Barbecue\nThe sky is still the same unbelievable blue\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling, give me your kiss\nCome and take my hand\nI am the nothing man\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou can call me Joe, buy me a drink and shake my hand\nYou want courage, I'll show you courage you can understand\nPearl and silver resting on my night table\nIt's just me Lord, pray I'm able\n\n[Chorus]\nDarlin' with this kiss\nSay you understand\nI am the nothing man\nI am the nothing manSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 1 ",2 -7840,Eftos___SelfDestruct_Intelligence,happy,"'Self-destruct Intelligence Self-destruct Intelligence\nDesperate evidence\nThey are screaming in confusion\nScreening poisoned evolution\nCrying at the void\nDying, ending, wiping out\nNo suicide is no solution\nAnti learning - a growing conclusion\nHelp us, help us nonexistence\nNo one there to cast a shout\nI refuse to see the truth\nKill me, shoot me, wipe me out\nLearning leads to devastation\nMindless efforts combination\nAll the books they tell us lies\nNo one here to win the price Embed', 'default'",0 -9465,Frankie_Goes_To_Hollywood___Relax,happy,"""Relax [Intro]\nMi-i-ine\nGive it to you one time, now\nWe-ell\nWhoa\nWe-ell, now\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax don't do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to come\nCome on\nOhhh\n[Verse 1]\nBut shoot it in the right direction\nMake makin' it your intention Ooh yeah, ooh yeah\nLive those dreams\nScheme those schemes\nGot to hit me Hit me!\nHit me Hit me!\nHit me with those laser beams\nOw ow ow!\nLaser beam me\n1, 2\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax\nDon't do it\nRelax\nWhen you want to come\nCome, uhh! Woo!\n\nOw ow ow ow ow ow uh!\nI'm coming\nI'm coming-yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax, don't do it Once you're inside of me\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don't do it, no!\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\n Come!\nHuh!\nOw ow ow ow! Woooo! Ow ow ow yeah\nThe scene of love, feel it\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax, don't do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don't do it\nOw ow yeah\nRelax don't do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax don't do it\n\n[Outro]\nNow's the time, it's party time Hey!\nCome!14 ",0 -5418,Christina_Milian___Got_To_Have_You,happy,"""Got To Have You [Verse 1]\nYou and I have been best friends for years\nThrough good and bad you're always here\nAnd no matter what you know I'm there oh, oh\nSo when you asked me 'Wussup'\nFind you a girlfriend to hook up\nNow you were looking for 'the one'\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI got this feelin' so deep inside of me then\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I\n[Chorus]\nGot to have you\nAnd I don't know what I should do\nAnd I'm guessing that you don't have a clue\nBut I'm thinking that we would be cool\nLet's try it out and see\nHow happy we could be\nThen maybe you would be in love with me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI tried to ignore this silly feeling of mine\nBut I couldn't help but find some girls\nThat weren't your kind I\nHooked you up with Lisa cuz she wasn't too bright\nAnd I hooked you up with Sheila\nCause I knew she wasn't right then..\n\n\nI got this feelin' so deep inside of me then\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I\n\n[Bridge]\nI got this feeling so deep inside of me\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I\nI got to have you and I wanna make you see\nGive us a try and maybe you would be in love with me!",0 -4612,Buzzcocks___Ever_Fallen_In_Love_With_Someone_You_Shouldntve,happy,"""Ever Fallen in Love With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve [Verse 1]\nYou spurn my natural emotions\nYou make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt\nAnd if I start a commotion\nI run the risk of losing you, and that's worse\n\n[Refrain]\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?\n[Verse 2]\nI can't see much of a future\nUnless we find out what's to blame, what a shame\nAnd we won't be together much longer\nUnless we realize that we are the same\n\n[Refrain]\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou disturb my natural emotions\nYou make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt\nAnd if I start a commotion\nI'll only end up losing you, and that's worse\n\n[Refrain]\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?\n [Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Refrain]\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?\n\n[Outro]\n-'ve fallen in love with?\nEver fallen in love with someone\nYou shouldn't've fallen in love with?10 ",0 -7513,Dragonland___A_Thousand_Points_Of_Light,sad,"'A Thousand Points Of Light ""As the hordes of the night finally were defeated, nature was\nBeginning on it\'s task to restore Dragonland to it\'s former\nGrandeur and beauty. The sun reached the surface for the first\nTime in a hundred years, revealing the scars the evil reign\nHad bestowed upon the earth. But alas, we could yet again live\nAs the free people we once were. Thus, fulfilling all of the\nLost saviour prophecies on but one aspect, I knew my quest\nWas far from finished. As I kneeled in the bloodslaked soil of\nThe battlefield, the sky itself seemed to open up an reach for\nMe, call for me. After a moment of hesitance all was clear...""\nAs this eternal struggle has come to end\nThe light of life now shines upon us once again\nBut can we truly be free of tyranny and grief?\nI see a thousand points of light reaching for me\n\nNow nature grows and blooms and people live again\nYet this is not the end, I feel it\n\nThis power given to me is more than I can bear\nUnbidden flowing through my mind\nDivine it is but it could ruin this world\nI see a thousand points of light reaching for me\n\nNow nature grows and blooms and people live again\nYet this is not the end, I fear it\n\nI am the one to end this game\nThis world will never be the same\nI have the power in my hands\nThe time has come to save all life\nI\'ll do what it takes, no more lies\nI\'ll choose the destiny of Dragonland\n\nA thousand points of light\nThe madness now have to end\nI\'ve yet to destroy the ones\nThe Gods responsible for this\nA thousand points of light\nMy final quest is at hand\nTo let people live their lives in peace\nWithout Gods and without me\n Solo\n\nWith great reluctance I reached into the light\nI rise up to the skies, enraged and full of might\nThey stand before me radiating azure-blue\nI\'ll fight them till the end, yes, that\'s what I must do\n\nAnd I shall rid this world of Gods to rule our lives\nSo now the end is here, I know it\n\nWith all my force I strike them down\nThey scream in anguish as they drown\nIn fire they now turn to sand\nThey beg for mercy, I give none\nMy life is over, my quest done\nI\'ve saved all living here in Dragonland\n\nA thousand points of light\nThe madness, now it has end\nI\'ve yet to become one with all\nOne with universe\nA thousand points of light\nDragonland is at peace\nA thousand points of light\nIs reaching for meEmbed', 'default'",1 -9341,Foo_Fighters___The_Deepest_Blues_Are_Black,sad,"""The Deepest Blues Are Black [Verse 1]\nShame on you\nSeducing everyone\nYou faded jewel\nYou diamond in the rough\nYou don't have to tell me\nI know where you've been\nShining once again\n\n[Verse 2]\nWill you do\nThe thing you've always done\nTell me true\nI think you know the one\nOne that makes me blurry\nColors start to run\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nEvery time I wonder\nI go under\n\n[Chorus]\nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are black\n\n[Verse 2]\nHow my mind is spinning\nAnd my head is going numb\nRight from the beginning\nOur ending had begun\nI can be your trouble\nShiver into you\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nShaking like the thunder\nSinking under\n\n[Chorus]\nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black\n [Bridge]\nWhen it comes closing in\nReject\nCause I gotta move\nAnd the simple things get in the openings\nConnect\nBecome something new\nTo remove\n\n[Chorus]\nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black\nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black1 ",1 -9229,Flobots___Mayday,anger,"'', 'default'",3 -98,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___Everything_Always_Goes_Wrong,sad,"""Everything Always Goes Wrong [Verse 1]\nWaves wash over everything on the ground\nThe sun's reflection blocked by a sound\nThe sound of life just as it's ripped apart\nI'd say these words to you but fear that my heart would stay away\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou took my hand, so I showed you the place\nNow it's grown empty you can see it in my face\nThen the sound and it rips me in half\nWho'd say these things to you if it wasn't meant to last not today\n[Hook]\nLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat comes out nails your head to the floor\nI say I'm sorry as I'm walking out the door\n\n[Hook]\nLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love",1 -5319,Chris_Cornell___Cant_Change_Me,calm,"""Can’t Change Me [Verse 1]\nShe can do anything at all\nHave anything she pleases\nThe power to change what she thinks is wrong\nBut what could she want with me? Yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWait, just one minute here\nI can see that she's trying to read me\nSuddenly I know\n[Chorus]\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nBut she can't change me\nNo, she can't change me\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe has the daylight at her command\nShe gives the night its dreams, yeah\nShe can uncover your darkest fear\nAnd make you forget you feel it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut wait, just one minute more\nI can see that she's trying to free me\nSuddenly I know\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nBut she can't change me\nNo, she can't change me\n\n[Bridge]\nSuddenly I can see everything that's wrong with me, yeah\nWhat can I do? I'm the only thing I really have at all\n [Pre-Chorus]\nBut wait, just, one minute here\nI can see that she's trying to need me\nSuddenly I know\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nShe's going to change the world\nBut she can't change me\nNo, she can't change me ",2 -77,A_Perfect_Circle___Vanishing,sad,"""Vanishing Disappear\nDisappear\nHigher\nHigher\nInto the air\nSlowly disappear\nNo, no longer here\n\nDisappear\nDisappear\nThinner, thinner\nInto the air\nNever really here\nWasn't ever, ever\nLike a thought brushing up against a sigh\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away\n\nVanishing like a\nSigh and slowly\nDisappear\nDisappear\nVanish\nVanish\nInto the air\nSlowly disappear\nNever really here\n\nFloating away, floating away, floating away, floating away 3 ",1 -280,Above_The_Golden_State___Ill_Love_You_So,happy,"""I’ll Love You So [Verse 1]\nI feel the sun, it's returned again\nTo chase the cold far away\nI'm not alone to fight the world I?m in\nYou gave me hope for better days\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nI was searching for a friend like no other\nI never thought You'd come my way\n\n[Chorus]\nEverything I give to You\nI'll love You so\nEverything I say or do\nI'll love You so\n[Verse 2]\nLook where we've come, how could I ever forget\nBefore Your love my heart was dead?\nI was afraid that my sun would set\nBut You stayed around to lift my head\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nI was living my whole life undercover\nI never dreamed I'd see Your face\n\n[Chorus]\nEverything I give to You\nI'll love You so\nEverything I say or do\nI'll love You so\nOoh, I'll love You so\nOoh, I'll love You so\n\n[Chorus]\nEverything I give to You\nI'll let it go\nEverything I say or do\nI'll love You so\nOoh, I'll love You so\nOoh, I'll love You so\n [Outro]\nOoh, I feel the sun\nI'll love You so\nI feel the sun ",0 -3494,Blink182___Please_Take_Me_Home,happy,"""Please Take Me Home [Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nOh no, it happened again\nShe's cool, she's hot, she's my friend\nI'd drive for hours, it's so\nYou leave me nowhere to go\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe's unstoppable, unpredictable\nI'm so jaded, calculated wrong\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nPlease take me home\nToo late, it's gone\nI bet you're sad\nThis is the best time we ever had\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nI hope, hope that it lasts\nGive in, forget the past\nBe strong when things fall apart\nHonest, this breaks my heart\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe's unstoppable, unpredictable\nI'm so jaded, calculated wrong\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nPlease take me home\nToo late, it's gone\nI bet you're sad\nThis is the best time we ever had\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nPlease take me home\nToo late, it's gone\nI bet you're sad\nThis is the best time we ever had\n\n[Bridge: Tom DeLonge & Mark Hoppus]\nWhy did we have to go date?\nIt's too easy to complicate\nBe strong when things fall apart Be strong when things fall apart\nHonest, this breaks my heart It's so hard\nLet's go!\n [Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nPlease take me home\nToo late, it's gone\nI bet you're sad\nThis is the best time we ever had\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nPlease take me home\nToo late, it's gone\nI bet you're sad\nThis is the best time we ever had12 ",0 -2896,Bernard_Fanning___Not_Finished_Just_Yet,calm,"""Not Finished Just Yet [Verse 1]\nWhy me, oh, why not me?\nHow'd I ever get so lucky?\nCan you feel it on the rise with its urgent sweep?\nWe're not finished just yet\n\n[Verse 2]\nWill you raise a smile when you see me come?\nOr linger in the darknesses I spun?\nYour confidence and trust are so hard won\nWe're not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest\n[Chorus]\nWrite yourself a message of kindness\nSing yourself a song to reconcile\nHow you're gonna sail a steady ship right through the tempest\nNo, we're not finished just yet\n\n[Verse 3]\nWill you raise a smile when you see me come?\nOr linger in the darknesses you spun?\nYour confidence and trust are so hard won\nWe're not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest\n\n[Chorus]\nWrite yourself a message of kindness\nSing yourself a song to reconcile\nHow you're gonna sail a steady ship right through the tempest\nNo, we're not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest\nNo, we're not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest",2 -9168,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___Bulletproof,anger,"""Bulletproof [Verse 1]\nYou can take money\nYou can take the ride\nYou can take it all but never get inside\nYou can't take my honor\nYou can't take my soul\nYou can't take the fact you'll never have control\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou won't break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can't shake me down\nI'm fucking bulletproof\n[Chorus]\nAll I've learned, it's like poison\nAll I've known, inside my veins\nAll I've seen, it's like venom\nAll I know, it's all that remains\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou can keep the fortune\nYou can have the fame\nYou can have the shit you never will obtain\nYou can't take my virtue\nYou can't take my pride\nYou can't take the anger building up inside\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou won't break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can't shake me down\nI'm fucking bulletproof\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I've learned, it's like poison\nAll I've known, inside my veins\nAll I've seen, it's like venom\nAll I know, it's all that remains\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 [Solo]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou won't break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can't shake me down\nI'm fucking bulletproof\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I've learned, it's like poison\nAll I've known, inside my veins\nAll I've seen, it's like venom\nAll I know, it's all that remains\n\n[Outro]\nAll I've learned, it's like poison\nAll I've known, inside my veins\nAll I've seen, it's like venom\nAll I know, it's all that remains1 ",3 -2674,Beirut___Scenic_World,happy,"""Scenic World [Verse 1]\nThe lights go on\nThe lights go off\nWhen things don't feel right\nI lie down like a tired dog\nLicking his wounds in the shade\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I feel alive\nI try to imagine a careless life\nA scenic world where the sunsets are all\nBreathtaking\nBreathtaking 2 ",0 -3884,Boney_M___Rasputin,happy,"'TranslationsDeutschRasputin [Verse 1]\nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people look at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks, he was such a lovely dear\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstasy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire\n\n[Break]\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n[Verse 1]\nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people look at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks, he was such a lovely dear\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstasy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire\n\n[Chorus]\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe ruled the Russian land and never mind the Tsar\nBut the kazachok, he danced really wunderbar\nIn all affairs of state, he was the man to please\nBut he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze\nFor the Queen, he was no wheeler-dealer\nThough she\'d heard the things he\'d done\nShe believed he was a holy healer\nWho would heal her son\n [Chorus]\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on\n[Bridge]\nBut when his drinking, and lusting and his hunger for power\nBecame known to more and more people\nThe demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n\n[Verse 3]\n""This man\'s just gotta go,"" declared his enemies\nBut the ladies begged, ""Don\'t you try to do it, please""\nNo doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms\nThough he was a brute, they just fell into his arms\nThen one night some men of higher standing\nSet a trap, they\'re not to blame\n""Come to visit us,"" they kept demanding\nAnd he really came\n[Chorus]\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThey put some poison into his wine\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nHe drank it all and he said, ""I feel fine""\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThey didn\'t quit, they wanted his head\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nAnd so they shot him \'til he was dead\n\n[Outro]\nOh, those Russians48Embed', 'default'",0 -860,Alison_Moyet___Invisible,sad,"""Invisible You've got me so confused\nAnd there's words I could use\nBut I'm afraid to say them\nI feel I've been had and I'm boiling mad\nStill I can't live without you\nYou don't have the time\nAnd you won't spend a dime\nNot even to call me\nOh, you don't know I exist\nAnd I wouldn't be missed\nIf I had the nerve to quit you\nInvisible\nI feel like I'm invisible\nYou treat me like I'm not really there\nAnd you don't really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain't going nowhere\n\nInvisible\nJust like your love\nYou treat me like I'm invisible\nWhen you get the need to flirt\nYou do the works\nYou just don't care how much it hurts\n\nI can never reach you on the phone\nIt rings and rings when I know you're home\nIt may be naïve, but I just wanna believe\nI'm the only one, hey, baby\nI tell myself lies and give you alibis\nKnowing your promises you'll never keep\nLike a merry-go-round\nI'm going up, going down\nI'm on a dead end street\n\nInvisible\nJust like your love\nI feel like I'm invisible\nYou treat me like I'm not really there\nAnd you don't really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain't going nowhere\n Although I know it's not a lot\nDon't wanna lose what little we got\nI keep hanging on knowing I can't win\n'Cause it's too hard start over again\n\nInvisible\nI feel like I'm invisible\nYou treat me like I'm not really there\nAnd you don't really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain't going nowhere\n\nInvisible\nJust like your love\nYou treat me like I'm invisible\nWhen you get the need to flirt\nYou do the works\nYou just don't care how much it hurts... ",1 -7424,Dooley_Wilson___As_Time_Goes_by,happy,"'As Time Goes By You must remember this\nA kiss is still a kiss\nA sigh is just a sigh\nThe fundamental things apply\nAs time goes by\n\nAnd when two lovers woo\nThey still say, ""I love you.""\nOn that you can rely\nNo matter what the future brings\nAs time goes by\nMoonlight and love songs are never out of date\nHearts full of passion, jealousy and hate\nWoman needs man and man must have his mate\nThat no one can deny\n\nIt\'s still the same old story\nA fight for love and glory\nA case of do or die\nThe world will always welcome lovers\nAs time goes by\n\nMoonlight and love songs are never out of date\nHearts full of passion, jealousy and hate\nWomans need man and man must have his mate\nThat no one can deny\n\nIt\'s still the same old story\nA fight for love and glory\nA case of do or die\nThe world will always welcome lovers\nAs time goes by Embed', 'default'",0 -2051,Athlete___Beautiful,happy,"""Beautiful Bring in in the new sound\nMake it in, oh please begin\nAll I have been missing\nFill me in, please fill me in\n\nOh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up\nOh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up\nGive me teeth that are golden\nAnd grown up food to eat\nShine, shine that light\nMake it in, bring it in\n\nOh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up\n\nOh-oh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up\n\nOh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up\n\nOh-oh this is beautiful\nI've got to soak it up\nI've got to soak it up",0 -4389,Broken_Social_Scene___Handjobs_For_The_Holidays,happy,"""Handjobs for the Holidays [Verse 1]\nLet me take you on\nWe'll get high just a little\nTry to surface the calm\nWe don't come inside\n\n[Chorus]\nHas it brought you closer to this?\nYeah, has it brought you closer to this?\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd is it coming alive?\nTry to believe it\nWas the question a point?\nI don't want your love\n[Chorus]\nHas it brought you closer to this?\nYeah, has it brought you closer to this?\n\n[Bridge]\nWe've got eyes that leave us in places we don't see\nWe've got eyes that leave us in places we don't see\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet me take you on\nWe'll get high just a little\nIt kind of takes the joy away\nWe don't come at all\n\n[Outro]See Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0 -4959,Castanets___You_Are_The_Blood,calm,"'You Are the Blood You are the blood\nFlowing through my fingers\nAll through the soil\nUp in those trees\n\nYou are electricity\nAnd you are light\nYou are sound itself\nAnd you are flight Embed', 'default'",2 -7788,Eels___Dead_Of_Winter,calm,"""Dead of Winter Standing in the dark outside the house\nBreathing in the cold and sterile air\nWell I was thinking how it must feel\nTo see that little light\nAnd watch it as it disappears\nAnd fades into\nAnd fades into the night\n\nSo I know you're going pretty soon\nRadiation sore throat got your tongue\nMagic markers tattoo you\nAnd show it where to aim\nAnd strangers break their promises\nYou won't feel any\nYou won't feel any pain\nAnd the streets are jammed with cars\nRockin' their horns\nTo race to the wire\nOf the unfinished line\n\nThought that I'd forget all about the past\nBut it doesn't let me run too fast\nAnd I just wanna stand outside\nAnd know that this is right\nAnd this is true\nAnd I will not\nFade into\nFade into the night\n\nStanding here in the dark",2 -9544,Freeland___Mind_Killer,sad,"""Mind Killer Fear...\nIs the mind killer\n\nIn the space of the heart is a place of no FEAR!\nFear is the mind killer\nA feeling without limits that you cannot ENGINEER!\nFear is the mind killer\nWhoever said we're not supposed to get ECSTATIC?\nFear is the mind killer\nIt's a media-induced comatose ANAESTHETIC!\nFear is the mind killer",1 -1183,Anastacia___Youll_Never_Be_Alone,happy,"""You’ll Never Be Alone [Verse 1]\nThe world is changing\nAnd time is spinning fast\nIt's so amazing how you came into my life\nI know it seems all hope is gone\nI know you feel you can't be strong\nAnd once again the story ends with you and I\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd anytime you feel like you just can't go on\nJust hold on to my love\nAnd you'll never be alone\n[Chorus]\nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I'm forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI'll be right there, you'll never be alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nHopeless to describe\nThe way I feel for you\nNo matter how I try\nWords would never do\nI looked into your eyes to find\nAs long as love is alive\nThere ain't nothing we can't make it through\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnytime, or if only for a while\nDon't worry, make a wish\nI'll be there to see you smile\n\n[Chorus]\nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I'm forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI'll be right there, you'll never be alone\nThrough the fire, by your side\nI will be there for you so I'm, don't you worry\nAnd you know, I'll be there\nYou'll never be alone\nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I'm forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI'll be right there\nOh, baby, hold on, hold on\nWe can make it through the fire\nWe can make it, baby and my love\nSaid I'm forever by your side, yeah\nAnd you know\nIf you should ever call my name\nSaid I'll be, I'll be right there\nHold on, yeah, yeah\nWe can make it through the fire\nYeah, yeah\nOh, no my love\nI know, and you know I'm forever by your side\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAnd you know\nIf you should ever call my name\nI'll be right there",0 -1219,Anathema___Sleepless,sad,"""Sleepless [Verse 1]\nAnd I often sigh\nI often wonder why\nI'm still here and I still cry\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I often cry\nI often spill a tear\nOver those not here\nBut still they are so near\n[Verse 2]\nPlease ease my burden\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I still remember\nA memory and I weep\nIn my broken sleep\nThe scars they cut so deep\n\n[Bridge]\nPlease ease my burden\nPlease ease my pain\n\n[Outro]\nSurely without war there would be no loss\nHence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery\nNo sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more\nNo more war 1 ",1 -7893,Elbow___powder_blue,calm,"""Powder Blue [Verse 1]\nYour eyes are just like black spiders\nYour hair and dress in ribbons\nBabycakes\nIn despair or incoherent, nothing in between\nChina white, my bride tonight\nSmiling on the tiles\n\n[Chorus]\nBring that minute back\nWe never get so close as when the sunward flight begins\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh\n[Verse 2]\nStumble through the crowds together\nThey're trying to ignore us\nThat's okay\nI'm proud to be the one you hold when the shakes begin\nSallow-skinned, starry-eyed\nBlessed in our sin\n\n[Chorus]\nBring that minute back\nWe never get so close to death, makes you so alive\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh\nYeah, yeah\nHey, yeah\n\nHey, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nBring that minute back\nWe'll never get so close as when the sunward flight begins\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh",2 -7190,Dimmu_Borgir___Master_Of_Disharmony,sad,"'Master of Disharmony Master of disharmony\nWelcome my tainted soul\nTake me from the hordes of the living\nInto the blessed darkness\nMaster of disharmony\nTake my impure flesh\nLead me into the path of temptation\nSave me from cowardness\n\nSave me from cowardness\nMaster of sin\nTake my cursed heart\nBring me where I can find salvation\nFor I am the damned\n\nMaster of death\nTake my pitiful life\nI am enslaved\nI shall never forget the pain\n\nMaster of sin\nTake my cursed heart\nBring me where I can find salvation\nFor I am the danmed\n\nMaster of death\nTake my pitiful life\nI am enslaved\nI shall never forget the pain Embed', 'default'",1 -6361,Daniel_Johnston___Foxy_Girl,calm,"""Foxy Girl She's so precious\n\nShe's so luscious\n\nPut your head in a whirl\n\nSpinning 'round the world\n\nShe's the kind of girl\n\nYou've seen a thousand times before\nAnd how often that you hoped\n\nShe'd open up the door\n\nShe's a foxy girl\n\nAnd she knows just how to please\n\nShe brings out the man inside of me\n\nAnd the stars shine bright\n\nOn a dark Texas night\n\nShe brings out the man inside of me\n\nAnd my mind unwinds\n\nShe's so very kind\n\nAnd I swear I'm melting on the floor\n\nHer eyes look at you\n\nYou don't know what to do\n But she seems to understand\n\nEverything you're thinking of\n\nYour words are lost in conversation\n\nPassing from your lips\n\nAnd all the time you're looking at her\n\nStruggling with your wit\n\nShe's a foxy girl\n\nAnd she's sure to rack your brain\n\nShe's a girl who might just drive you sane\n\nAnd the stars shine bright on a dark Texas night\n\nAnd she's as sweet as candy cane\n\nAnd your mind unwinds\n\nShe's so very kind\nAnd you'd swear you're melting on the floor\n\nShe's so precious\n\nShe's so luscious\n\nShe could make you happy\n\nShe could set your soul free\n\nShe's the only one you've ever talked to this way\n\nAnd all of a sudden you may find\n\nThat you have something new to say\n\nShe's a foxy girl\n\nDon't you know you love her so\n\nIt makes you feel like letting go\n\nAnd the stars shine bright\n\nOn a dark Texas night\n\nDon't you know she loves you so\n\nAnd your mind unwinds\n\nShe's so very kind\n\nAnd you'll swear you're melting on the floor\n\nShe's so precious\n\nShe's so luscious ",2 -9563,Frida___You_Know_What_I_Mean,sad,"""You Know What I Mean [Verse 1]\nJust as I thought I'd make it\nYou walk back into my life\nJust like you never left\nJust as I'd learned to be lonely\nYou call up to tell me\nYou're not sure if you're ready\nBut ready or not, you'll take what you've got and leave\n\n[Chorus]\nLeave me alone with my heart\nI'm putting the pieces back together again\nJust leave, leave me alone with my dreams\nI can do without you, know what I mean\n[Verse 2]\nI wish I could write a love song\nTo show you the way I feel\nSeems you don't like to listen\nOh but like it or not, take what you've got and leave\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLeave me alone with my heart\nIt's broken in two and I'm not thinking too straight\nJust leave, leave me alone with my dreams\nYou've taken everything else, you know what I mean",1 -6825,Deathstars___Termination_Bliss,sad,"'Termination Bliss Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground\n- A polaroid of shame\nThe last angel\'s pathetic fame\n\nThe face of deceit with nails in her feet\nShe\'s a preacher deprived from her voice\nA punctured lung is creating noise\n\nThe cry that she made was the cry of a dying child\nThe revocation of empathy\nThe sound from a million dreams and scars\nTermination Bliss\nBlessed under a lie, Her last little weak ""why?""\n- The bloody end of a dream\nSlit the throat and taste the cream\n\nShe wears her crown on a head that\'s bowed deep down\nA dying picture of lies\nA tortured saint fed to the flies Embed', 'default'",1 -1141,Amy_MacDonald___Love_Love,happy,"""Love Love [Verse 1]\nOh love love you tear my world apart\nOh love love you always break my heart\nIt's been too long since you left me\nIt's been too long since the start\nOh love love please don't break my heart\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh love love you always bring me down\nOh love love you turn my life around\nOh I don't know how to tell you\nOh I don't know what to say\nBut my heart is yours love in every single way\n[Chorus]\nAnd at night I sit and cry it seems\nWondering why love is not like my dreams\nWondering why I am still here all alone\nAnd at night I wish that you were there\nTouching my face and stroking my hair\nTelling me things, telling me stories\nTelling me you love me in all my glories\n\n[Verse 3]\nLove love you're always in my heart\nOh love love I've known it from the start\nOh I wish that I could tell you\nOh I wish that I could say\nThat my heart is yours like in every single way\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd at night I sit and cry it seems\nWondering why love is not like my dreams\nWondering why I am still here all alone\nAnd at night I wish that you were there\nTouching my face and stroking my hair\nTelling me things, telling me stories\nTelling me you love me in all my glories\n\n[Outro]\nLove love I wish that I could see\nWhat in the world you mean to me\nOh love love you always bring me down down down\nOh love love I wish you'd stick around 1 ",0 -4437,Bruce_Springsteen___Human_Touch,happy,"""Human Touch [Verse]\nYou and me, we were the pretenders\nWe let it all slip away\nIn the end what you don't surrender\nWell, the world just strips away\n\n[Verse]\nGirl ain't no kindness in the face of strangers\nAin't gonna find no miracles here\nWell, you can wait on your blessings, darlin'\nBut I got a deal for you right here\n[Chorus]\nI ain't lookin' for prayers or pity\nI ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch\nI just want someone to talk to\nAnd a little of that human touch\nJust a little of that human touch\n\n[Verse]\nAin't no mercy on the streets of this town\nAin't no bread from heavenly skies\nAin't nobody drawin' wine from this blood\nIt's just you and me tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me in a world without pity\nDo you think what I'm asking's too much ?\nI just want something to hold on to\nAnd a little of that human touch\nJust a little of that human touch\n\n[Bridge]\nOh girl, that feeling of safety you prize\nWell, it comes with a hard hard price\nYou can't shut off the risk and pain\nWithout losin' the love that remains\nWe're all riders on this train\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 [Verse]\nSo you been broken and you been hurt\nShow me somebody who ain't\nYeah I know I ain't nobody's bargain\nBut hell, a little touchup and a little paint\n\n[Chorus]\nYou might need somethin' to hold on to\nWhen all the answers they don't amount to much\nSomebody that you can just talk to\nAnd a little of that human touch\n\n[Outro]\nBaby in a world without pity\nDo you think what I'm asking's too much ?\nI just want to feel you in my arms\nAnd share a little of that human touch\nShare a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nShare a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nGive you a little of that human touch\nGive me a little of that human touch2 ",0 -2580,Bear_In_Heaven___Casual_Goodbye,happy,"""Casual Goodbye It's a casual goodbye, goodbye\nOff the mountainside\nSeen but not for long, too long\nAs our lights look down the road\n\nCasual we ride, we ride\nTo the mid day light\nCasual we drive, we drive\nOff the mountainside\nAnd the ground, it's closing down\nOut run it\nIt's a casual goodbye off the mountainside\nSeen but not for too long, too long\nAs our lights look down the road\nCasual we ride through the big blue sky\nAnd the ground, it's closing down\nOut run it\nOut run it\nOut in our place filled with lost existence\nYou'll fall forward because...\nOh no, my friends\nI think we've turned into a big mistake\nBut those are the breaks\nFor having fun\n\nTurning away from the high road\nWe should find a flock of birds big enough\nTo pull us up\nFrom the low road\nCome on\nCome with us\nWe are falling straight down, so turn us up\nLoud and clear\nBefore we crash in the ground\n\nTurning away from the high road\nWe should find a flock of birds big enough\nTo pull us up\nFrom the low road\nCome on\nCome with us\nWe are falling straight down, so turn us up\nLoud and clear\nBefore we crash in the ground",0 -8334,Engineers___Forgiveness,happy,"""Forgiveness Are these writers trying to teach me\nWhat if I decide to listen\nLearn about a newer meaning\nReconcile with my indifference\n\nDo I deserve\nForgiveness\nI need your\nForgiveness\nDon't want for more\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nForgiveness\nAll these tryers trying to reach me\nHoping I can serve them meaning\nCommit yourself to reason failing\nExtreme comforts ever pleasing\n\nDo I deserve\nForgiveness\nI need your\nForgiveness\nDon't want for more\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nIs there enough\nFor both of us\nIs there enough\nFor both of us",0 -6873,Denison_Witmer___Los_Angeles,sad,"""Los Angeles I remember thinking\nThat you'd never leave\nPraying in your bedroom\nBefore I fell asleep\nI still feel the moment\nWhen you came alive\nLike a poem about springtime\nNothing to hide\n\nAll of these homes\nAre lined up so straight\nBut here on the inside\nIt's not that way\nI gave you my life and more\nFrom sadness to sunshine\nI'm yours, I'm your lost happiness\nUp in your Los Angeles sky\n\nLately I've been thinking\nThat you'll never know\nIf you don't mark the way back\nThe further you go\nLately I've been feeling\nLike I'm the bright star\nThat fell behind the mountain of feeling you are",1 -435,Aerosmith___You_Gotta_Move,happy,"'You Gotta Move [Chorus]\nYou got to move[x2]\nYou got to move... ch-ch-ch-child\nYou got to move\n\n[Verse]\nOh... when the Lord gets ready\nYou gotta move\nYou may be high\nYou may be low\nYou may be rich... child\nYou may be poor\nBut when the Lord gets ready\nYou gotta move\n[Bridge]\nYou see that woman... who walks the street\nYou see that police... upon his beat\nBut then the Lord gets ready\n\n[Chorus] Embed', 'default'",0 -3714,Blur___Sing,sad,"""Sing [Verse 1]\nCan't feel\n'Cause I'm numb\nCan't feel\n'Cause I'm numb\nSo what's the worth\nIn all of this, this?\nWhat's the worth\nIn all of this?\n\n[Chorus]\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\n[Verse 2]\nSo what's the worth\nIn all of this, this?\nIf the child in your head\nIf the child is dead\n\n[Chorus]\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\n\n[Instrumental bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me 5 ",1 -7897,Elbow___An_Audience_With_The_Pope,happy,"""An Audience with the Pope Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire\nShe has the sweetest, darkest side\nAnd when it comes into her eyes\nI know iron and steel couldn't hold me\n\nGood God, I'm easily bruised\nSo often a moth to her flame\nAnd the things that she's asked me to do\nWould see a senior saint forgetting His name\n\nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I'm saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait\nWhere could she be?\nWas that a minute or an hour?\nWhere could she be?\nShe turns the hours into days\nKill the phone, cover the cage\nAnd wait for the doorbell to ring\n\nWhere could she be?\nNo, she won't come running\nWhere could she be?\nThe world is turning at her pace\nKill the phone, cover the cage\nAnd wait for the doorbell to ring\n\nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I'm saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait\n\nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I'm saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait\n\nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I'm saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody's gonna have to wait",0 -202,ATB___These_Days,happy,"""These Days [Verse 1]\nLet's take the long way home tonight\nAnd just cruise along the boulevards\nLet's shine a little, we're the streetlights\nAnd dream ourselves away to Mars\nLet's follow all the stars above\nOr maybe take the subway home\n\n[Chorus]\nThese days are mine\nAnd I'm gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI'll make it up as I go\nThat's all I really know\nSo let's take the long way home\n[Verse 2]\nLet's cry a little if we wanna\nOr laugh out loud the best we can\nLet's meet the comfort of convenience\nAnd search a silence deep within\nLet's stay a while and take it easy\nIf that's something you can overcome\nLet's take a minute just to slip away\nAnd linger on before it's gone\n\n[Chorus]\nThese days are mine\nAnd I'm gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI'll make it up as I go\nThat's all I really know\nSo let's take the long way home\n\n[Chorus]\nThese days are mine\nAnd I'm gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI'll make it up as I go\nThat's all I really know\nSo let's take the long way home\n [Outro]\nAnd I'm gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nAnd that's all I really know\nSo let's take the long way home ",0 -3647,Blue_October___Calling_You,happy,"'Calling You [Verse 1]\nThere\'s something that I can\'t quite explain\nI\'m so in love with you\nYou\'ll never take that away\nAnd if I\'ve said it a hundred times before\nExpect a thousand more\nYou\'ll never take that away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell expect me to be\nCalling you to see\nIf you\'re OK when I\'m not around\nAsking ""if you love me""\nI love the way you make it sound\nCalling you to see\nDo I try too hard to make you smile?\nTo make us smile\n[Chorus]\nI will keep calling you to see\nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI thought that the world had lost it\'s sway\nIt\'s so hard sometimes\nThen I fell in love with you\nThen came you\nAnd you took that away\nIt\'s not so difficult\nThe world is not so difficult\nYou take away the old\nShow me the new\nAnd I feel like I can fly when I stand next to you\nSo while I\'m on this phone\nA hundred miles from home\nI\'ll take the words you gave me and send them back to you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI only want to see\nIf you\'re OK when I\'m not around\nAsking ""if you love me""\nI love the way you make it sound\nCalling you to see\nDo I try too hard to make you smile?\nTo make us smile\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Hook x2]\nI will keep calling you to see\nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me8Embed', 'default'",0 -8449,Erasure___The_Circus,happy,"""The Circus [Verse 1: Andy Bell]\nCall it new technology\nAnd they use it to burn\nAnd they show no concern\nWork for their prosperity\nWhile the big wheels turn\nNow it's too late to learn\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Andy Bell]\nDon't upset the teacher\nThough we know he lied to you\nDon't upset the preacher\nHe's gonna close his eyes for you\n[Chorus: Andy Bell]\nAnd it's a shame\nThat you're so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\n\n[Verse 2: Andy Bell]\nFather worked in industry\nNow the work has moved on\nAnd the factory's gone\nSee them sell your history\nWhere once you were strong\nAnd you used to belong\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Andy Bell]\nThere was once a future\nFor a working man\nThere was once a lifetime\nFor a skillful hand\nYesterday\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell]\nAnd it's a shame\nThat you're so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\n [Interlude]\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Andy Bell]\nDon't upset the teacher\nThough we know he lied to you\nDon't upset the preacher\nHe's gonna close his eyes for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell]\nAnd it's a shame\nThat you're so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\n\n[Verse 3: Andy Bell]\nTempers fray so easily\nIn desperate despair\nIs there anyone who cares?\nJust another tragedy\nJust a personal affair\nIn a room somewhere\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Andy Bell]\nThere was once a future\nFor a working man\nThere was once a lifetime\nFor a skillful hand\nYesterday\n[Chorus: Andy Bell]\nAnd it's a shame\nThat you're so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream A broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nA broken, I'm broken dream\nPutting back Putting back the pieces of a broken dream Broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream Broken dream ",0 -663,Alesana___Early_Mourning,sad,"""Early Mourning Last night I forgot\nHow the sound of your voice whispered sweet\nGoodbyes, your eyes left to die\nI'm alone too\nI understand why\n\nWhy not one more night\nOne last kiss good bye\nMy sweet love tonight\nI hope the stars still spell out your name where you are...\nKiss my closing eyes\nHelp me sleep without you I'm so lost\nTonight I cry\nTell me why\nI can't live without your warm embrace\n\nWhy not one more night\nOne last kiss good bye\nMy sweet love tonight\nI hope the stars still spell out your name where you are...\n\nI close my eyes and you are everything I see\nGoodbye\n\nGoodbye to you my love\nI won't forget you\nI'll see you soon\nGoodbye my love\nGoodbye to you my love\nI won't forget you\nLet me live 1 ",1 -7404,Donell_Jones___Special_Girl,happy,"""Special Girl [Verse: Donell Jones]\nI'm looking for that special girl, that special girl\nAll ya single ladies that look out for me\nI'm the hottest single nigga to step on the scene\nGot the east side rockin'\nGot the mid west talking\nGot the dirty south bouncin'\nGot the west crib talking\n\nThe type a nigga that you wanna roll with baby\nDont get it twisted thinkin' i'm a sugar daddy\nYou can look like Halle with an ass like JLO\nAnd a smile like Janet but that's not enough\nYou may think that i'm tripping take a minute and just listen\nIt ain't all about sex cause I can always get that\nI'm a million dollar nigga need a million dollar woman\nMet this chick named Yvett and this what she said\n[Verse: Yvette/Beverly]\nI can give you everything you need\nI can be your freak, even cook and clean\nIf thats all you got then you cannot get it\nCause I got a chef who can cook all my dinners\nI'm looking for that nigga who ain't cheap\nTake me shopping every week\nI play this game for keeps\n\n[Verse: Donell Jones]\nIf thats how you get down its a rap and your finnished\nThere ain't no use in me gettin your digits\nIm looking for that special girl\n\n[Chorus: Yvette/Beverly/Donell Jones]\nYour looking for me, I'm waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nthat special girl\nCome give it to me I'm waiting on you bring your loving to me I got what you need\nim looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I'm waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nthat special girl\nCome give it to me I'm waiting on you bring your loving to me I got what you need\n\n[Verse: Donell Jones]\ncheck it out now\nSo I found out that Yvett can't give me what I need\nSo I hook up with this chick we call her Beverley\nHad a trunk tight body drove a chrome 600\nWith them big wheels gunnin\nMan this girl was on it\n Type of chick that drop a platinum card for me\nJust to show this down ass nigga that her pockets deep\nAnd the sex was blazin and her brain was crazy\nLingerie type lady still that's not enough\n\nYou may think that I'm tripping take a minute and just listen\nIt ain't all about sex its whats in your head\nIm a million dollar nigga\nNeed a million dollar woman\nI won't settle for less and Beverley said\n\n[Verse: Beverly]\nI just gotta have you close to me\nI'll watch you while you sleep\nYou will never leave boy\nPossessive is somethin' I just can't deal with\nGirl I can't be with you every minute\nI got plenty niggas who be sweating me\nAnd I been sweating you\nSo whats a girl to do?\nDon't try to deny your mental is a sickness\nBaby I'm out it's a rap and your finished\n\n[Verse: Beverly/Donell Jones]\nim looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I'm waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I'm waiting on you\nBring your loving to me\nI got what you need\nsaid I'm looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I'm waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I'm waiting on you\nBring your loving to me\nI got what you need\n[Repeat Chorus Till End:]\nSaid I'm searching, said I'm looking\nAnd it feels like a lifetime searching for that someone ooh yea\nIs anybody out there\nIm looking for the one who cares\nSaid I'm searching, said I'm looking\n\nYou got what I want come give it to me\nIm waiting on you to bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I'm waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me ",0 -3466,Blind_Melon___Pull,happy,"""Pull [Chorus]\nPull you down, now\n\n[Verse 1]\nKnees knelt, I got my arms open wide\nAnd the shades turned, so the colors die\nNo, don't hold too tight to the reel\n'Cause it's a big one, boy\nIts' gonna pull you down, now\n\n[Chorus]\nPull you down, now\n[Verse 2]\nNo, the cook can't look\nNo, can't look\nNo, no 'cause he's keeping his eye on the kettle\nIndeed, he will be around\nWhen you, or you, or you feel the need to feel\n\n[Chorus]\nPull you down, now\n\n[Bridge]\nWell, I live more than what you'll ever know\nBut I'll give you more than what I'll ever show\nI live more than what you'll ever know\nAnd I'll give you more than what I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show\nMore than I'll ever show",0 -4616,CALLA___A_Sure_Shot,sad,"""A Sure Shot It's a sure shot, don't make it complicated\nKeep your eyes on and your head in the air\nYou will know, you're taking it for granted\nPoor thing\n\nYou're pathetic\nAll in your mind, all in your head\nIf you be here then you're as good as dead\nAll in your mind, all in your head\n\nYou were all talk, you've fallen out of favor\nLeft so gracious, no pressure\nIt's a lost cause, it's a lost endeavor\nSee, you brought it all upon yourself\nI'm in your mind, I'm in your head\nIf you give, you're as good as dead\nI'm in your mind, I'm in your head\n\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head\nAt this moment, you're as good as dead\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head\nAt this moment, you're as good as dead\n\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head\nAt this moment, you're as good as dead\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head\nAt this moment, you're as good as dead\n\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head\nAt this moment, you're as good as dead\nYou're in my mind, you're in my head",1 -7764,Editors___The_Boxer,sad,"""The Boxer [Verse 1]\nA bruised full moon play-fights with the stars\nThis place is our prison, its cells are the bars\nSo take me to town, I want to dance with the city\nShow me something ugly and show me something pretty\n\n[Chorus]\nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nBy the count of three\n[Verse 2]\nAn unwanted son pulls rank in the sky\nThe boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die\nI'm attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat\nIt's a violent night, there are boxers in the streets\n\n[Chorus]\nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nBy the count of three\n\n[Chorus 2]\nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nI'm a fallen oak tree\n\n[Bridge/Outro]\nDazed in the final count\nDazed in the final count\nI'm dazed in the final count\nDazed in the final count",1 -4118,Brandi_Carlile___Closer_To_You,happy,"""Closer To You [Verse]\nIt's hard to let the miles pass me by\nYellow lines, they blend together in my eyes\nAnd when the seasons change again, then I will too\nBut I just wanna be closer to you\n\n[Verse]\nAnd I'm staring out at endless rows of green\nThere are miles of hay like I've never seen\nBut just when you think you've had enough and your dreams come true\nI just wanna be closer to you\n[Chorus]\nOh my mind wanders through all that I've been hiding from\nI tried not to let you down\nNow I wonder if I've been doing something wrong\nHelp me get my feet back on the ground\n\n[Verse]\nTomorrow I'll be lying under you\nWith a heart of gold and arms to fall into\nI know that there might come a day my life is through\nBut I just wanna be closer to you\n\n[Chorus]\nOh my mind wanders through all that I've been hiding from\nI tried not to let you down\nNow I wonder if I've been doing something wrong\nHelp me get my feet back on the ground\n\n[Verse]\nSomeday we might learn to tell the truth\nWe might even find the fountains of our youth\nAnd we all needed something real, we all need proof\nBut I just wanna be closer to you\nI only wanna be closer to youSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45",0 -8406,Envy__Other_Sins___Man_Bites_God,sad,"""Man Bites God Ladies and Gentlemen, it's good to meet again\nIt's good to get you in one place\nForget your dreary lives, left in the cold outside\nYou have no name, you leave no trace\n\nForget your weary problems Take off your clothes\nThere's far too many of them And it's worse than you suppose\nIndulge your animal instincts Unload your heads\nIt shouldn't take a moment To cross your legs instead\n\nWe're rotten to the core, we're all the same, we are scum\nYou were like us, but when did you become so righteous?\nLet's do a roaring trade, ‘til the day the Messiah comes\nAnd stops us having fun\nIn times of mass hysteria Keep track of your friends\nBut keep your enemies nearer Lest they start pretend...\n…ing that they always loved you Right from the start\nAnd try to claim it back off you",1 -2654,Bedouin_Soundclash___Shadow_Of_A_Man,happy,"""Shadow Of A Man Don't look at me with sad eyes, tonight\nAnd can you show me, one more smile\n\nAnd let the room shine through the light, oh no\nUnder the bed is clean by daylight\n\nBut I saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he's got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl, when you go I've got no soul\nWhere's your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere's my soul gone to?\nI'm a shadow, of a man\n\nWalking down these bad streets\nLooking at this, where we believe\nTo know that I can't, ever leave, no\nUntil my footprint, wash to the sea\n\nBut I saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he's got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl when you go, I've got no soul\n\nWhere's your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere's my soul gone to?\nI'm a shadow, of a man\n\nAnd so far as I know\nAnd so far as it goes\nI will be yours in too long, no\nI will be yours in too long, no\nI saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he's got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl when you go, I've got no soul\n Where's your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere's my soul gone to?\nI'm a shadow, of a man\n\nWhere's my soul gone to?\nWhere's my soul gone to?\nWhere's my soul gone to?\n\nI'm a shadow of a man, hey! ",0 -3467,Blind_Melon___No_Rain,happy,"'No Rain [Verse 1]\nAll I can say is that my life is pretty plain\nI like watching the puddles gather rain\nAnd all I can do is just pour some tea for two\nAnd speak my point of view, but it\'s not sane\nIt\'s not sane\n\n[Chorus]\nI just want someone to say to me\n""I\'ll always be there when you wake""\nYou know, I\'d like to keep my cheeks dry today\nSo stay with me and I\'ll have it made I\'ll have it made\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I don\'t understand why I sleep all day\nAnd I start to complain that there\'s no rain\nAnd all I can do is read a book to stay awake\nAnd it rips my life away, but it\'s a great escape\nEscape\nEscape\nEscape\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nAll I can say is that my life is pretty plain\nYou don\'t like my point of view\nYou think that I\'m insane\nIt\'s not sane\nIt\'s not sane\n\n[Chorus]\nI just want someone to say to me no oh oh oh\n""I\'ll always be there when you wake""\nY-yeah, yeah\nYou know, I\'d like to keep my cheeks dry today\nSo stay with me and I\'ll have it made\n\n[Harmonization Outro]\nI\'ll have it made\nOh and I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nAnd I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nOh, lord oh no no\nYou know I\'m really\nI\'m-a really gonna have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nYeah, you know I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohhh, h, h, h, h, h, h 18Embed', 'default'",0 -3019,Big_Daddy_Weave___Words_Of_Life_Album_Version,anger,"'Magnificent [Author’s Notes & Thank You’s] Thank you.\nThank you, thank you, thank you...\n\n\n\nI don\'t know what to say other than that. This whole project, whether you look at it as a mixtape or an album—to me—it\'s the beginning of my life\'s work. Literally. Some of the first few rhymes and personal musical compositions I ever wrote is on this very project. Stuff on here dates back to random scribbles on random class journal pages and napkins from my life in just 8th grade.\n\n\n\n- ""Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza"" and ""What\'s the 411/The Ride"" were my first two raps of 2012.\n- ""I Have to Go"", ""Why You Forcing Me"" and ""I\'m Alive Again"" were among my first few original music and lyric compositions of that same year.\n\n\n\nAnd in just that year alone, I frequently was \'creating\'. Everyday before I had a laptop or a phone I basically had notebooks and pads on pads of new material and out of that—you actually have finally gotten the chance to hear a great amount of it. I\'ve been waiting a long time for that. For this. Honest. And that applies to every song on here. From the simple things I began drafting my freshman year at LaGuardia ""So Mellow"", ""I. A Whole New World"", to the more complex ideas branching from my complicated and isolated sophomore year ""Two Truths and a Lie"", ""Oncheezied"", this project for me is truly Magnificent, not just in content, but as an accomplishment, in all aspects of the word.\n\n\n\n...but this is surreal...\n\n\n\nFor some people it might be something of vanity that makes them continue in this field, or it bringing in the money that keeps them afloat, or for others it may just be the simplicity that it sometimes brings to your life. Specifically for me, I think it\'s the beauty of something I created actually coming to life. Except this time, it\'s not leading to the Pygmalion fault, it\'s leading to happiness. Sitting here listening to this stuff and playing it back, it\'s actually starting to sound the way I imagined it not so many years ago. That\'s inconceivable magic to me. Lovely magic. The type of magic that makes my grandparents smile at finally hearing their only son singing and loving music the way he used to—and it\'s that same smile that brightens their lives as they see their grandson doing what he\'s always wanted. The type of magic that makes me not feel alone but connected to more positive and beautiful things in life, more beautiful people. The type of magic that makes it clear anything is possible, even if it isn\'t necessarily obvious or evident. But, it\'s bittersweet just the same because this isn\'t it. It\'s not the end. I\'d like to be able to sit on this for a while and just listen with you. It\'s changed me, just in the way I hope it changes you. But I can\'t, I have to keep working. There\'s so much more I have to finish now that I don\'t think—but I know is possible.\n\nSo I\'d like to start by saying this is not your average mixtape. This is my mixtape. This is something different. Nothing on here is really going to sound like it\'s being DJ\'d and that\'s not the point if it were. It\'s the fact that despite what my father, Kedar and Mike have all told me throughout this phase of my life and how I ever felt about it—they\'re starting to sound right. This isn\'t a mixtape.\n\n\n\n...it\'s more of an album...\n\n\n\nA conceptual one on the objects and objectives of my desires, the inner workings of my puerile mind—that ironically refuses to be subject to mediocracy. And to those reading this, to those who I\'ve let in—especially those who I\'ve truly collaborated with on and during the time of recording this tape—I preach the same exact thing to you. To even those who don\'t enjoy this work of mine or aren\'t reading this, are reading this but don\'t feel it or perhaps may never read it, I still say the same. For the most part, I don\'t necessarily mind if you do not enjoy this. But I know I did and for now, I\'ll try my best to make that suffice and convince you I\'m worthy of your hearts next time around.\n\n\nNow for the thank you\'s...\n\nJharrel Jerome you\'re first up. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so very much for the opportunity that you gave me in the first place. ""Big Spender"", ""Rap Battle Skit 1"", but then again all of F.M.L opened doors for me. Not only did you show me that literally someone my age could figure out a way to get a real studio and scrummage together some sort of money to get through an entire year of recording a project—but you gave me the template of what I believe helped me format this tape. And it was a template I had to both look up to and defeat at the same time. You making that both difficult and enjoyable for me has made me respect you more than just as an artist or as one of the many profusely heartwarming and talented creatures that walk this Earth, but as a man, and I will always look to you as that and nothing less. You\'re going to be an undoubtedly favorited addition to this label. All the best wishes to you and your family, as well as to your great success at Ithaca.\n\n\n\nTo the members of True Artists. I\'ll hit you all one by one in a moment, but I\'d like to start by saying you were the first part of the Magnificent family and my LaGuardia family. And I will never forget any of you for that. We\'ve kept each other intact in more ways than I bet any of us realize. We\'re changing the game with the stuff we do—and we know that. It\'s really too late to try and stray from it even if you wanted to. If anything happened to any of ya\'ll, I\'d lose it and I\'m glad we\'ve all stayed healthy and proud regardless of any of the traumas or stress in our lives. That\'s never negatively affected our art—but in some ways it\'s empowered it. Thus, why we\'re ""true artists"". I know we hated the name starting out, but I\'m glad it\'s grown on us. I\'ll always have your backs when something ever goes askew and you can count on me to be the one dumping the gatorade on each of you when we reach the end of the road.\n\nLet\'s start with you Vito—mister Travis Raeburn. I\'ve known you since middle school well, more like known of you then and officially gotten to know you and consider you a close friend of mine during our years at LaGuardia. I trust you with all my heart man. We had a conversation once about our futures. Inconsistencies. Me about Steph, you about the things you haven\'t experienced. I don\'t exactly remember in what context, but I remember saying ""if we make it."" You looked at me like I was crazy and stopped us from walking to where we had to go. You looked at me and set me straight. You told me ""when we make it."" Forever since that moment, I\'ve held that thought close. Especially since it was similar to a parallel my father often made. God said ""let there be light"", and there simply was. Nothing less. By continuing to think that way, we will be there in seconds. Best believe.\n\nMarquise Naipaul. It\'s funny how your name shortened is like the word ""mark"", and you\'re an illustrator. We\'ve had some great times man. You\'re one of the most level-headed, humbled young men I\'ve gotten to know. You do what you do with ease. And your strategy out of everyone in our crew has easily allowed us to never feel restrained by an issue. To Marq, usually we can just so quickly bypass it, because your wisdom is plainly, anything is possible. If one thing doesn\'t work with you, you just go with it. Maybe it wasn\'t meant to happen, if it is, it\'ll happen eventually. Well, it\'s happening now. I think it really is. And I\'m glad we got front row seats.\n\nNathaniel Singh, I\'ve been praying for you man. As upset as I am that you had to leave LaG and that you were so sick all those months, I\'m glad you\'re finally getting back on your feet. If you listened to the tape, you probably noticed there\'s an unfinished version of ""Make Believe"", and that\'s because we still gotta get together and do it. We need you Tanny. Our squad can\'t survive without you. You\'re such a humorous, friendly guy man. I\'m so sorry for the times you were going through during your absence. I know the world gets heavy on us sometimes and we\'d just prefer to drop the ball, but honestly man I love you to death. You gotta keep your head up and keep killing them with these hits. When we do finish ""Make Believe""—well, let\'s just say we won\'t be able to live normal lives anymore. We\'re not normal people Nate. None of us are. Nobody on this tape is normal and that\'s the genius of it. We\'re all a little bit insane man and that\'s the thing that makes me and you click. Hell, half the time we\'re talking to each other people feel like we\'re speaking a different language. And it\'s \'cuz we are. Sincere gratitude to your parents, your brothers and much love to you and your boy Ceddy.\nP.S. I heard about the possible Def Jam signing man. God\'s pulling up on the other side huh? How green is it over there? Peace man. Stay up.\n\n\n\nHouston Arriaga, I gave you that ""Star"" name and it fits well. I got to know you pretty well as the release of this whole thing approached. I\'m sorry we didn\'t get together sooner and that we still haven\'t finished ""Rescue"", but best believe when we do, we\'re gonna sit back and chill. Your presence is incredible. You\'re a very good spirit to keep around when times get tough. I appreciate that. You\'re strength precedes you man and I look up to you for that. Stay up brother.\n\n\n\nKar\'mel A. W. Smalls, I hope you like what I did with ""Two Truths and a Lie"". I kind of had to pull a full throttle on it since we weren\'t able to meet up and work on it the way I wanted and planned to. But I hope I still did it justice in your opinion. You\'ve showed me so much of your work man and truthfully I can\'t wait to see you blossom. Not just in music but with your swift dance and harmonious vocal talents. That no one has yet to hear. You, as well as Jharrel, are two people I\'m definitely planning on working with day after day after day. Your energies are beyond living—they\'re angelic. When we meet again we\'re both gonna be in the booth together. In the meantime, let\'s keep on growing.\n\n\n\nAlprentice Davis. We did it. We\'re finally moving forward. I used to talk about this all the time and we\'re finally in the studio doing everything I said we would. You got to be on a mixtape finally, you have a single of your own and aside that we\'re finally creating this label. I can\'t wait until you can meet up with Trav, Nate, Marq and Slim so we can all just change the world with this man. We\'ve known each other since we were in diapers practically. We\'ve got in trouble with each other. We\'ve written stories together. And though you may not be up here in NY as much anymore, best believe that whenever you are it\'s like you were never gone. We never got to graduate on the same stage, but Kindergarten was our practice step, for this. I don\'t know what my life would be like if I never met you. But, I\'m glad I got to. We need to stick together—we\'re the same blood—we\'re the same kids. We\'re brothers, and brothers don\'t abandon each other. Best buds for life.\n\nMike Martial, my ingenious engineer and mixer. You gave the sometimes rather blurry sounds of my conscience, clarity. You heard things for this project I never imagined. And as a producer and rapper yourself, you were able to give a tone to the project that added to the message in a greater manner than I ever originally was conveying on each track. Some of them didn\'t even sit well with me at first, but as I listened, things just got better and better. I\'m glad that my father and I met you. Your vigor changed this project into an unbelievable dream. Thank you for all your effort and constant work. Anything I ever do will always be brought to you.\n\nKester ""Kedar"" Lynch for your wise and always positive words for the project. You believed in it the moment I came to your door step and I\'m glad you were able to come along for the ride. Thank you for your time and effort on this project. You made sure you came to every Sunday session you could no matter what the circumstances. I\'ll never forget after financing us with all the Chinese food orders and your famous codfish delectable sandwiches—that you cooked a full meal for us and brought it all the way from Queens out to Brooklyn. That\'s commitment and that\'s the love you brought to us and shared with us every week. This project would have been so incredibly different without you. Your being brought such a family-like element to the studio. It didn\'t matter what was being recorded, there was never any judgement. There was just full honesty and continuous encouragement to make every track the very best it could be. You added to the most intricate details that made this whole thing up and with that I will forever be in your debt. I hope you will be able to return for that role in all my other ventures as time progresses. Peace, love and blessings my brother.\n\n\n\nTo Aja Eden Adam. We\'ve been through a lot. Sometimes more than I deserved. Sometimes more than you needed to deal with. But I\'m glad regardless of our struggles, we\'ve stayed friends. Your eye as a photographer has always interested me. Ever since I met you and knew you had that talent, I think I always knew I wanted you to photograph something valuable for me. I didn\'t know how important that photograph would be, but it turns out it was my first musical effort. I\'m glad you were able to be apart of this as well as help me for the filming of 14 St. I hope to work with you again in the same field or on maybe even something greater. Love you.\n\n\n\nStephanie Rios. ""Hey. Hello. Hi."" We used to greet in Crayola with ""Yellows!"" and ""Greens!"" but officially, those latter three words are the three ways I\'ve found I can\'t contact you. I haven\'t reached out to you in the longest and I guess that\'s because maybe I\'ve been working on this or I\'ve been seeing things differently. I\'m glad everything is going great for you where you are. And I hope when you see how much you—or rather the concept of you—is actually involved in this project, you don\'t take it the wrong way. Hopefully you see it the same way you saw ""The Tale"", because simply, that\'s what it is. You\'ve been someone I have always made sure I could keep an arm out to and also something I could keep a handle on. I shouldn\'t do that, I shouldn\'t have done that, but I do—I won\'t anymore really. There\'s a lot on here that I always tried to say to you through a text or a voice message, but maybe hearing it like this resonates purer and more clearly. We may never meet in person but at least we\'ll know what each other\'s voices sound like. You know? You\'re a beautiful Virgo angel whose intelligent, loving, motherly spirit was handcrafted by God himself. You are you. No one else. I\'m glad about that. I don\'t think I would have wanted to ever meet another Stephanie Rios. Hopefully you\'ll always remember that regardless of if I say so or he says so or someone else does. Hopefully even when people try to say otherwise, you\'ll know. Just know. Don\'t think about anything else but that. Doing you is what keeps you—I don\'t know—you. And I like that. You truly are the compass of this tape and the matriarch of it\'s beauty. You are the definition of this tape. You are Magnificent.\n\nMe: ""What do you want to be when you grow up Steph?""\nYou: ""Happy.""\n\nI agree with you. I mean what else can we be right?\nWe\'ll talk when we talk.\nMuch love from your boy, Rod.\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------This tape was for your discretion. Anyone mentioned on this project in passing or blatantly was either used fictitiously or metaphorically for the sole purpose of relaying a message. To those brought up, I thank you for the ways that you impacted my life—whether that be positively, negatively or perhaps both. You\'ve made up who I am today—which though in some ways isn\'t satisfying—is also better than the boy I was yesterday...----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nTo the many others involved with this project:\n\nLorem Vercetti, I never was able to reach you but I wanted to pay my respects to your work man. There were a couple KAFP instrumentals that I sorted through and could\'ve taken use of, but yours was the most appealing to me.\n\nAlso to Jarion Alexander, who alongside being one of the very first producers I\'ve ever worked with on our promotional, ""The Tale"", did an amazing reproduction for Jharrel and I on ""2 On"". That rework on the second half of that song always jolts me into introspection.\n\nGiovanna Armstrong, I was first introduced to your work by my friend Kar\'mel. Holy hell, I love your ear for samples and ""Oncheezied"" was to date one of the greatest beats I had heard on your SoundCloud. I\'m glad I was able to get you on this project. Don\'t even worry about it, we\'re gonna work together again in the future. Bet on it.\n\nDrew Williams, we weren\'t in contact very long, but from what I gained from you—I learned how hungry you are to do art and rise above, satisfying your ambitions. In that way, we are very similar. I hope you enjoyed what I did for your rework of ""What\'s the 411"" as well as my production alongside it. Truly loved the collaboration—this song will always be a favorite of mine.\n\nDJ Abomination, we\'ve contacted each other restlessly throughout the duration of this project. You\'re actually one of the first few producers I was interested in working with, as well as the first one I reached out to. Hope you loved the outcome of ""Defender of the Castle"", as well as Magnificent in general. It was fun tackling that instrumental as well as coming up with the right way to place it into the project\'s narrative. May the odds forever be in your favor man, you deserve it.\n\nIonut Olteanu, I\'ve fell in love with so many of your beats. Deeply sorry for the loss of your previous channel. I appreciate you allowed me to use your work for ""Osiris"" and even further, I\'m grateful that you allowed me that opportunity before your channel closed down. So much of your work hits hard and I can\'t wait to hear where you go in the future.\n\nAnd finally, A-Rayz Music. You were the final source I contacted on this project. After hearing some of your production through a schoolmate of mine, I had to actually speak to you. Your work on ""Carpe Diem"" was able to free me from a long amount of writers block I had while working on Magnificent. I was able to finish the project happily by writing to it. And inevitably, Carpe defined the ending of the whole experience. I was happy. I was smiling. And hopefully, our listeners were too!\n\n\nTo the over-arching inspirations:\n\nRobert Hall Jr., we briefly spoke on Twitter about me doing a cover of ""Hip 2 Da Game"". You\'ve always been a legend in my book. Though we lost communication after a couple weeks, I\'m so thankful and appreciate that you took the time to actually respond to me. You didn\'t have to, but by doing so you\'ve pushed me further in so many ways.\n\nMac Miller, the most dope. Your original version of KAFP was literally half my middle school years. I still listen to your stuff and I am so glad you\'ve found your spot in the industry and have planted your seat. You honestly deserve it after all the work you put in with those tapes man.\n\nDJ Mustard, your music is everywhere I look. Seriously. EVERYWHERE. Usually if I listen to satellite radio, at least twice your production tag pops up. That\'s how fast you get out hits and thats how much effort you put into your production. As a musician myself, you\'ve made me take notice of the types of vibrations music can create. With yours, it\'s always fun to listen to you—even if the concept and meaning in the song strays from that feeling—your production calls for people to party and enjoy their lives. Thank you for that introduction.\n\nTinashe, I remembered hearing of you in passing by so many of my friends or people I spoke to online. When you dropped ""2 On"", I finally listened to you. Forever more you\'ve had a fan. I\'m happy your career is skyrocketing and heading into such a positive direction and I hope that always continues.\n\nDrake, one of the few straight up inspirations for this tape. Much of the tape was written as you rose into the limelight. Your work showed me that Hip-Hop didn\'t have to just be Hip-Hop. It could be way more genres in just that one. You\'re actually the first artist I can really say in the past decade who really defined for me what ""Hip-Hop/R&B"" was. Not many other artists were really proving to me why that slash was there between the two genres. I was hearing each of them separately until you blew up. In so many ways, you\'ve showed me what music has grown to be and what it should continue to be. Hits.\nLin-Manuel Miranda, your arrival as well as you and your original cast\'s speeches to my school\'s cast over our production of In the Heights did a lot for me. You have such eloquent words and such a soft spoken yet energetic personality. Meeting you changed a lot for that song which among 2 others is still in production and this entire project. Your poetry and lyricism has gone as far as to be acclaimed by Broadway just as well as by mainstream artists. That is something I forever hold as an ambition I want my life to—if not at least reach—surpass.\n\nManu Chao, from the amount of work I\'ve heard in your album Clandestino and on, I can honestly say that your name deserves more credit than it already has. While I know that much of that album reached and touched simply the hearts of those in foreign Europe and Spanish countries, it reached all the way over into mine here in the United States. Your versatility in languages has also been a great influence in my work—in fact you\'ve caused me to take the concept of being bilingual and even trilingual very seriously now. I\'m terribly itching to hear another album drop by you.\n\nEddie Murphy, my king of comedy. I put you next to all the other greats. Cosby, Pryor, Cedric, Lawrence. But you\'ll always be my favorite. With just two stand-ups you showed the world how belligerent yet parodic comedy and even drama has the ability to be. While your music career is often overlooked and your acting career is often underpraised, I say confidently and proudly that all your work, including your films and music has inspired me in the realm of entertainment and always will.\n\nMary J. Blige, to date all the way back to your first album shows how much I love your work. To be short, your evolution has been jaw-dropping. ""What\'s the 411"", as classic as it was and still is—without a doubt is so different and diverse in nature compared to your most recent works. I was introduced to the final song of that album by the photographer of this project, Aja Adam, and since, was in awe and unable to fathom at times how point A What\'s the 411 got to point B The London Sessions. Your voice to me has affected my generation to the likes of Patti Labelle and Chaka Khan in my father\'s years of youth. If men could have your voice specifically if I could, I don\'t know how the world would respond.\n\nAnd to Joe McDermott, Allister Brimble, Nathan McCree and Keiichi Okabe, you are men who created the atmospheres and soundtracks of my childhood. You created the tunes I would hum everyday when I pretended to be in a zombie apocalypse, thought I could drive, wanted to venture into far off Egypt, practiced martial arts or just wanted to feel free from the stresses of my day. You also are one of the many inspirations for my original orchestrations and compostions. Thank you.\n\n\n\nAnd oh my Gosh! How could I ever forget yo?!\n\nHUGE shoutouts to PlayStation, Xbox, Windows and Macintosh. You are the realest of the real. The most underrated of the underrated. You all are harder than the coldest mountain peaks. YOU ARE THE REAL MVP\'S. You have had my back since birth pretty much. You all were the main homies who came in clutch for this tape to happen. Whenever I was upset, whenever I was feeling a little too cocky so I went online or whenever I was bored out of my mind, you kept me going. You gave me just as many nightmares as you gave me dreams, but I forgive you for that. Seriously. I should have never sat and watched my Dad play Resident Evil 2. It has tormented me into my teenage years to the point where the destruction of such an intellectual erudition and segment of my childhood makes me cry heavy rains of tears.Capcom...\nStop making RE games if you can\'t make them good.I\'m just joking around.\nThis was a pretty long letter anyway,\nI had to break at some point.\n\n\n\n\nAnd for the finale, to the main act who have sewn their souls and pure spirits so sweetly and courteously into this project: I thank you...\nWillow, Mama, my grandmother—for waking me up every morning for school when I was younger. For cooking my meals. For cleaning my clothes. For giving me words of wisdom and for teaching me how to do each of those things on my own as I\'ve gotten older and I\'m approaching manhood. Though I know you won\'t be here forever, I\'ve counted everyday I\'ve had with you and cherished you in every moment I can. Without you, I wouldn\'t be able to breathe. With you, every color is more colorful. Every word is more poetic. Our family is one because of you. We keep each other together. We look out for each other. When I come home I feel safest there because of your warmth and because of your uncontainable aura. I love you Mama, with every speck of my being.\n\nTack, Papa, my grandfather—for bringing laughs into my life. For showing me the importance of frugality as well as taking life slow. For teaching me to enjoy the little things. For mending some of the tools of my childhood and growth my game controllers, my action figures, my pens, my computers, my speakers, my keyboards, and eventually my heart whenever it collapsed. Thank you for sharpening my eyes and ears, refining my mind and always telling me to analyze the world around me. Thank you for financing my dreams and believing in them no matter how far fetched you may have ever believed they were. You\'ve always made things happen for me. I\'ll pay you back one day. I promise. I will always remember you for that Papa. I will always hold you close to my heart.\n\nPrince, Daddy, my father—for leading me up this path to creativity and showing me just as many of the evils to avoid in this world as the beauties you\'ve taught me to take part in. Yes, we\'ve had rough patches. Whether it be at home, in the middle of the street, over the phone or even in the studio. We can tend to fight. We clash. But as hard as that gets sometimes, I still love you. I can\'t help but love you. This is just as much for everything you\'ve worked to be as it is for everything I want to be and I have to be. Yes, I\'ve runaway, yes, I\'ve argued and yes, I may downright not listen sometimes. I\'m a teenager. Sometimes, none of us can help it. I apologize. But, look at what we did. Look at how we got here. Look at where we\'re going. We\'re getting there. Don\'t you think she\'d be proud?\n\nAnd by she...\n\nI mean my mother. Sugar. Dulcey. I only knew you for a number of years. But, they were enough years to know you and always remember you. Thank you for bringing me into this world. Thank you for being here when you could. Thank you for being the benevolent soul I needed most when you came around. I wish you were here. Greatly. I wish you could sit here with us, laugh, smile and input your own ideas into things. But then again, you do. I listen back to tapes that have your voice on them. Ideas you were spawning on the spot or ideas you were returning to and they rouse some of the most interesting and unthought of ideas I\'ve ever had sometimes straight to me. Every once and a while I\'ll be sitting around just writing down or playing a song and I wonder where this specific note or that certain lyric precipitated from. Then I look up. And I think of you. Isn\'t it lovely?\n\n\n\nLastly to God.\n\nTo God,\n\nI obviously haven\'t done all I can.\nI obviously am less than a man.\nI say to you I\'ve been searching for you.\nWhy haven\'t you answered?\nI\'ve argued about you.\nArgued for you.\nI\'ve became so sore to your silence.\nHonestly it\'s so quiet.\nI\'m so tired I would rather sleep sometimes than to sit hear without sound it\'s,\nDead silent right here in my bedroom.\nI said to you the last time I prayed—\nI don\'t even remember what...\nSometimes I\'m discouraged\nAnd other times I like, resent not doing it.\nPeople say you don\'t exist.\nAnd though it seems you\'re proving it,\nIn that same dead silence you\'re proving us wrong.\nYou\'re here.\nYou\'re hearing us.\nYou\'re hearing us in your ears.\nWe\'re just not listening enough to hear you in ours.\nWe want you to cover our scars,\nBut you\'re telling us to do it ourselves,\nWe have to do just as much work as you for this to work.\nThis is a working relationship.\nOccasionally you\'re a fable to me,\nBut I know that you\'re there.\nI got so many quotes of you by my bedside,\nThat it\'s hard to truly say that I think you\'re a lie.\nBoy am I tired.\nI told you I\'m tired.\nSo tired but inside I\'m feeling the fire.\nPlease God could you answer?\nMy phones \'bout to die!\nBut even if it does I\'ll still wait for a reply.\nCause I\'ll climb to the highest mountain,\nAnd wait for the sun to rise,\nAnd hopefully there I\'ll hear a word from you by that time.\nBye bye.\n\nI couldn\'t say it to you in just simple syntax. So I had to write it out like that. If you\'ve gotten me this far, I\'ll wait to see how far it goes. I know you\'re taking care of me, and I hope you\'ll keep taking care of the people I need you to.\n\n\n\nThank you.\nThank you, thank you, thank you...\n\n\n\n\nI don\'t know what to say other than that.Embed', 'default'",3 -3165,Billy_Ray_Cyrus___Some_Gave_All,sad,"""Some Gave All [Verse 1]\nI knew a man, called him Sandy Cane\nFew folks even knew his name\nBut a hero yes was he\nHe left a boy came back a man\nStill many just don't understand\nAbout the reasons we are free\nI can't forget the look in his eyes\nOr the tears he cried\nAs he said these words to me\n[Chorus]\nAll gave some and some gave all\nSome stood through for the red, white, and blue\nAnd some had to fall\nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall\nSome gave all\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow Sandy Cane is no longer here\nBut his words are oh so clear\nAs they echo throughout our land\nFor all his friends who gave us all\nWho stood the ground and took the fall\nTo help their fellow man\nLove your country live with pride\nAnd don't forget those who died\nAmerica, can't you see\n\n[Chorus]\nAll gave some\nAnd some gave all\nAnd some stood through for the red, white, and blue\nAnd some had to fall\nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall\nSome gave all\n [Chorus/Outro]\nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall, yes recall\nSome gave all\nSome gave all ",1 -3381,Black_Sabbath___Children_Of_The_Grave,sad,"""Children of the Grave [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nRevolution in their minds\nThe children start to march\nAgainst the world\nIn which they have to live\nAnd all the hate that's in their hearts\nThey're tired of being pushed around\nAnd told just what to do\nThey'll fight the world until they've won\nAnd love comes flowing through\nYeah!\n[Verse 2]\nChildren of tomorrow live\nIn the tears that fall today\nWill the sunrise of tomorrow\nBring in peace in any way?\nMust the world live in the shadow\nOf atomic fear?\nCan they win the fight for peace\nOr will they disappear? Yeah!\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo you children of the world\nListen to what I say\nIf you want a better place to live in\nSpread the word today\nShow the world that love is still alive\nYou must be brave\nOr you children of today\nAre children of the grave, yeah!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Whispered Outro]\nChildren of the grave\nChildren of the grave\nChildren of the grave 10 ",1 -7806,Eels___Wooden_Nickles,sad,"""Wooden Nickles Went down by the old courthouse\nStumbling through the streets\nHad to get out of the house\nHad to use my feet\nAnd you may not think much of me now\nBut I think so damn much of you\nDon't take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nWhen the party is over\nYou're on your own\nTrash truck coming up the road\nPicking up the trash\nRiding to a better place\nHoping we don't crash\nThinking of things after now\nI never would have guessed it this way\nDon't take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nWhen the party is over\nYou're on your own\nAnd you may not think much of me now\nBut I think so damn much of you\nDon't take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nNow the party is over\nI'm on my own",1 -1118,Amos_Lee___Wont_Let_Me_Go,happy,"""Won’t Let Me Go Been some time\nSince the first night I saw you\nHad some good\nHad some bad time since then\nAnd through all of these\nMoments that I've gotten\nTo know you\nI realized that I want to\nBe a little bit more than\nYour friend\nAnd I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\nCuz this feeling won't let me go\n\nStood around\nWhile you dated that old fool Marcus\nWhole time I knew he wasn't no\nDamn good for you, well\nGuess it's true sometimes\nWe can all be a little\nHeartless\nBut tonight, all I wanna\nDo is make sweet love to you\n\nAnd I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\nCuz this feeling won't let me go\n\nWell, all those wasted nights you spend\nWell, just crying all those tears\nWell, I want you to know girl\nI'm around\nYeah I'm here alright Alright\n I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\n'Cause this feeling won't let me go\n\nI wanna know I wanna\nKnow, I wanna know, I\nWanna know\nI wanna know\nI wanna know I wanna\nKnow, I wanna know, I\nWanna know\nI wanna know, baby\n\nAll of these feelings\nNo it won't\nNo it won't let me go\nNo it won't baby\nIt won't let me go ",0 -7967,Elf_Power___The_Winter_Is_Coming,happy,"""The Winter Is Coming [Verse]\nTrailing out through the golden dawn\nVeering into the angry swarm\nCarried by the birds into the dark\nSwooping down through the blurry clouds\nPeeling back the enormous shroud\nTo release the beast that lurks behind\n\n[Chorus]\nMother Nature calls your name\nLeads you to an open space\nThe winter is coming\nAnd you have no time to waste\n[Verse]\nLater on at the specter's lair\nSee the birds melt into the air\nNo one could protect them from the sun\nBlazing on for another world\nSetting off through the silent swirl\nThink of all the faces they may know\n\n[Chorus]\nMother Nature calls your name\nLeads you to an open space\nThe winter is coming\nAnd you have no time to waste\n\n[Verse]\nFree at last now, the bird has flown\nLooking down from his floating throne\nJust a lonely stranger in the sky\nDown below, people walk the road\nThey never pause as they scurry home\nThey never see the birds are floating by",0 -6948,Destinys_Child_featuring_Da_Brat___Survivor,happy,"'Survivor Extended Remix [Intro: Da Brat]\nWelcome to the wonderful world of Destiny\'s Child\nI\'m the Brat-tat-tat\nMy homeboy Den on the track\nAnd we gonna lay you flat on your back\nWith the beat-boom-boom-pat-pat like that, y\'heard me?\nNow we comin\' into this game like some survivors\nAnd we leavin\' this game like some survivors\nSo from now until we dead and gone we gonna be some survivors\nY\'heard me? Beyonce where you at?\nUh!\n[Verse 1: Beyoncé]\nNow that you\'re out of my life, I\'m so much better\nYou thought that I\'d be weak without you, but I\'m stronger\nYou thought that I\'d be broke without you, but I\'m richer\nYou thought that I\'d be sad without you, I laugh harder\nYou thought I wouldn\'t grow without you, now I\'m wiser\nThought that I\'d be helpless without you, but I\'m smarter\nYou thought that I\'d be stressed without you, but I\'m chillin\'\nYou thought I wouldn\'t sell without you, sold 9 million\n\n[Hook: Destiny\'s Child]\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\n\n[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nThought I couldn\'t breathe without you, I\'m inhaling\nYou thought I couldn\'t see without you, perfect vision\nYou thought I couldn\'t last without you, but I\'m lastin\'\nYou thought that I would die without you, but I\'m livin\'\nThought that I would fail without you, but I\'m on top\nThought it would be over by now, but it won\'t stop\nThought that I would self destruct, but I\'m still here\nEven in my years to come, I\'m still gon\' be here\n [Hook: Destiny\'s Child]\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\n\n[Verse 3: Kelly Rowland]\nI\'m wishing you the best\nPray that you are blessed\nBring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' blast you on the radio\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' lie on you and your family\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' hate on you in the magazines\n\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' compromise my Christianity\nI\'m better than that\nYou know I\'m not gon\' diss you on the internet\nCause my mama taught me better than that\n[Hook: Destiny\'s Child]\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\n\n[Verse 4: Da Brat]\nUhh, c\'mon, uhh\nNow I done been through the storm and the rain\nClimbed up the rough side and got tougher times, but I remain\nYa buff out the stuff to shine, and pull out the pump, protect mine\nSurvive in the game, hate on me cuz you lame\nThey don\'t ever see your face or say your name\nNo more pain for me, no more misery, cuz you history\nImma hold on to what I got, strap on my perfection, strap on protection\nMy own direction, born to be the best at what I do, I\'ma make it through\nStompin like a soldier in my big black boots\nI keep \'em ""Jumpin, Jumpin,"" stayin funky, funky for you\nNo matter who\'s that man who walk out of your life\nYou don\'t need him, don\'t be no heathen\nLong as I see you breathin\', not leavin\' for no reason\nSeen \'em come and go once rich, they now po\nNo house, no mo, not even a condo\nAs long as I know how to love Imma stay alive, no need your game or style\nThey can\'t tame me cause I\'m wild, not ashamed of stayin down\nCan the rain sit, and on things chromed out, spit\nAnd in my game, no doubt, I\'ma get paid in a big way, survivor!\n\n[Hook: Destiny\'s Child]\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?Embed', 'default'",0 -3360,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Aint_No_Easy_Way,sad,"""Ain’t No Easy Way [Verse 1]\nIt's easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you're done\nYou got easy eyes to hunt\nWhen the world above needs your blood\nIn the cold veins of the richest man\nHe'll pay your way to steal her hand\n\n[Hook]\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\n[Verse 2]\nIt's easy to fall in love\nWhen you've run your luck you know you're done\nAnd the last kiss had a fool's cost\nNow your tired eyes could only haunt\n\n[Hook]\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\n\n[Outro]\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nIt's easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you're done\nThere ain't no easy way\nNo there ain't no easy way out\nIt's easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you're done 1 ",1 -3305,Black_Flag___Damaged_I,anger,"""Damaged I My name's Henry\nAnd you're here with me now\nMy life\nIt's a song daaahh\nIt's so you won't even let it happen\nYou won't\nYou won't let\nDAMAGED\nBy attacks\nI'm evil attacking my mind\nBut you don't mind\nCause this scheduled 13\nYou just sit, down\nBuy the ticket\nWait your turn\nWaaaaahhhhahahaha\nWooaharhhhhhhhhahh\nAaghhhhhhhh\nWaaaaaghghhh\nAaghhhhhhhh\nCan't feel another day\nCan't get past you\nI can't see nothin'\nI'm blind\nI'm blind\nI'm blind\nHold out your hand to me\nGive me your hand\n..And I'll bite it off\nDAMAGED!\nDAMAGED!\nDAMAGED!\nHrraagh!\nI...\nI don't even care about self-destruction anymore\nWhat's the use?\nI just sit at home alone\nCold fingers, gold fingers, in a cold sweat\nAnd then I remember\nI remember a day\nWe'd go for a ride in the country\nAnd you'd say..\nSing it boy\nDo it again\nDo it again\nYes sir\nYes sir\nYes sir\nYes sir oh yes sir yes sir yes\nArghh\nRight now look at me now\nLook at me now\nJust shadows\nI'm just shadows of what I was\nI just want another thing\nI couldn't even get by for that\nHow much is that to ask for?\nHow- How much?\nDAMAGED\nOh waawhhh\nI, I'm sorry my friend, I guess I just can't\nLesson other thing nice\nIt's nice and cool around here\nIt's nice\nIt's my mind\nIt's my mind that's off guard\nAnd no one comes in\nNobody comes in\nDamaged\nMy damage\nNo one comes in\nStay out 1 ",3 -7929,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Fire_On_High,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -6746,Dead_Kennedys___California_Uber_Alles,happy,"""California Über Alles [Verse 1]\nI am Governor Jerry Brown\nMy aura smiles and never frowns\nSoon I will be president\nCarter power will soon go away\nI will be Führer one day\nI will command all of you\nYour kids will meditate in school\nYour kids will meditate in school\n\n[Chorus]\nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California\n[Verse 2]\nZen fascists will control you\nOne-hundred percent natural\nYou will jog for the master race\nAnd always wear the happy face\nClose your eyes, can't happen here\nBig Bro on white horse is near\nThe hippies won't come back, you say\nMellow out, or you will pay\nMellow out, or you will pay\n\n[Chorus]\nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California\n\n[Bridge]\nNow it is 1984\nKnock-knock at your front door\nIt's the suede denim secret police\nThey have come for your uncool niece\nCome quietly to the camp\nYou'd look nice as a drawstring lamp\nDon't you worry, it's only a shower\nFor your clothes, here's a pretty flower\nDie on organic poison gas\nSerpent's egg's already hatched\nYou will croak, you little clown\nWhen you mess with President Brown\nWhen you mess with President Brown\n [Chorus]\nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California12 ",0 -2335,Backstreet_Boys___Like_A_Child,happy,"""Like a Child [Verse 1: AJ]\nIf I could right\nThe wrongs that made you cry\nGirl, would you promise not to say goodbye?\nOh-oh, 'cause I'm holding on\nWith a love so strong\nAnd I can't take the day without you by my side\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Brian]\nGirl, if I could change\nIf I could change your mind\nMaybe you could help me\nWipe these tears from my eyes\n[Chorus: All & Brian]\nGirl, don't stop Don't stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nOh shining down on me, yeah\n'Cause I can't face another day\nWithout your smile Your smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\n\n[Verse 2: Brian & All]\nGirl, I can't belong and I won't be free\nIf I fail to bring your loving back to me\nOh back to me Oooh\nSo I'm pressing on, I hope you understand\nThat there's a broken heart\nThat lies within your hands\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: AJ & Brian]\nSo if I could change\nSo if I could change\nAnd it won't hurt your pride\nAnd it won't hurt your pride\nBaby you can help me\nStop these tears from my cries\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, AJ & Brian]\nGirl, don't stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me\n'Cause I can't face another day\nWithout your smile Your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\n\n[Bridge: All, AJ & Brian]\nLike a child, just like a child\nWith the spirits running free\nShe drove me wild, oh she did\nLike a child, just like a child\nThink of what our love could be\nIf our hearts could set us free\nLike a child, yeah\n\n[Guitar solo]\n\n[Chorus: All & Brian]\nGirl, don't stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me\n'Cause I can't face another day\nWithout your smile Your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\nGirl, don't stop Oh!\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me, yeah\n'Cause I can't face another day\nWithout your smile Oh your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\n[Outro: Brian & AJ]\nBaby, our love will last forever\nI know that we will stay together\n'Cause I love you so much\nI need you so much\nYou're my love, we'll last forever\nBaby, our love will last forever\nI know that we will stay together\n'Cause I love you so much\nI need you so much\nYou're my love, we'll last forever1 ",0 -2672,Beirut___The_Canals_Of_Our_City,sad,"""The Canals of Our City Walls gone over the sea\nBut not for me\nWatch now, all will end\nNow all that I'm, under a tide\nNow that I'm, under a tide\n\nTall hair under it all\nMuch more than I once had\nOver seas",1 -8711,Evil_Nine___Restless,happy,"""Restless We're running wild and we're restless\nAnd we jump to be breathless",0 -2806,Ben_Folds_Five___The_Last_Polka,happy,"'The Last Polka Well, she crept back in the house at half past three\nShook her head to see him snoring in his sleep\n""If you really loved me,"" she said\n""I wouldn\'t have to be so mean""\n\nHe\'s a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer\nSometimes likes to spread it out around the floor\nIt\'s evidence of what he was like\nHe likes to remember when...\n\n[Chorus]\nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li\nIn a minute it will all be coming down\nAnd they know it now but no one makes a sound\nSuch a shame to ruin this bright\nLazy, sunny day...\n\n[Chorus]\nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li\n\nMy my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word\nMy my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard\n\nShe said, ""You\'ve been pushing me like I was a sore tooth\nYou can\'t respect me cause I\'ve done so much for you.""\nHe said, ""Well I hate that it\'s come to this\nBut, baby, I was doing fine. How do you think\nThat I survived the other 25 before you?""\n\n[Chorus]\nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li 1Embed', 'default'",0 -1253,Andrew_Bird___Effigy,sad,"""Effigy If you come to find me affable\nAnd build a replica for me\nWould the idea to you be laughable\nOf a pale facsimile\n\nSo when you come to burn an effigy\nIt should keep the flies away\nWhen you learn to burn this effigy\nIt should be\nFor the hours that slip away, slip away\nIt could be you, it could be me\nWorking the door, drinking for free\nCarrying on with your conspiracies\nFilling the room with a sense of unease\nFake conversations on a nonexistent telephone\nLike the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone\nWhen one has spent too much time alone…\n\nSo if you come to burn my effigy\nIt should keep the flies away\nWhen you learn to burn an effigy it should be\nOf a man whose lost his way, slips away\n\nIt could be you, it could be me\nWorking the door, drinking for free\nCarrying on with your conspiracies\nFilling the room with a sense of unease\nFake conversations on a nonexistent telephone\nLike the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone\nWhen one has spent too much time alone…See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48 1 ",1 -8313,En_Vogue___Love_Dont_Love_You_LP_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -9432,Frank_Sinatra___Embraceable_You,happy,"""Embraceable You Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you\nEmbrace me, you irreplaceable you\n\nJust one look at you\nMy heart grew tipsy in me\nYou and you alone\nBring out the Gypsy in me\n\nI love all the many charms about you\nAbove all, I want these arms about you\nDon't be a naughty baby\nCome to papa, come to papa do\nMy sweet embraceable you\n\nI love all the many charms about you\nAbove all, I want my arms about you\n\nSo don't you be a naughty baby\nCome to papa do\nMy sweet embraceable you",0 -2836,Ben_Harper_And_The_Blind_Boys_Of_Alabama___Take_My_Hand,calm,"""Take My Hand Lord I work to serve you\nAnd I hope I've served you well\nOh - I've lived a life to join you\nAnd now only time will tell\nOh - Take my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand when you're alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nFather dear father\nPulled his car to the side of the road\nLooked at his children with tears in his eyes\nSaid life is too heavy a load\nTake my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand when you're alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nSome days I'm struck with sorrow\nNeed a place to hide\nThere's nowhere else you can put life\nBut way down deep inside\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand when you're alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand...",2 -7036,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Until_I_Believe_In_My_Soul,anger,"""Until I Believe in My Soul I'll need tonight to sit and think about this\nThink what to do\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI'll take some strength to banish hollow sorrow\nHollow sorrow's nothing new\nUntil I believe in my soul\nJust enough strength to last until tomorrow\n'Til I believe in my soul\n'Til I believe in my soul\nTonight I lost sight of your purpose\nDespite this trickery you told me was right\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI was such a good boy I let you hold the door\nSo kind, so nice, where's my prize?\nThat's all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat's all there ever was Oh yes, yes, yes\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\n\nThat's all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat's all there ever was Oh, you must be fucking joking\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\n\nWould you please repeat that? Break this to me gently\nStand over there\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI was an arrogant boy, I let you hold the door\nSo kind, so nice, where's the— *cough*\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI believe it, I believe it\nI believe, yes, I believe it\nAh, ah\nUntil I believe in my soul\nAnd I'm on the train from New Street\nTo Euston, I'm going out to Harrow again\nAnd I'm trying to get the feeling\nThat I had in nineteen seventy two and\nAnd, and\nUntil I believe in my soul\nUh, uh, uh\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI'm saying, wait a minute there, wait a minute there, wait a minute there\nHold it, stop, stop! Let me get this clear\nUntil I believe in my soul\n That's all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat's all there ever was Yes, yes, hahahahaha\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\n\nI know what this is, it's just the difference between the body and the soul, the spirit\nWhat I'm gonna do now, I'll punish my body\nI'm gonna punish the body until I believe in the soul\nThat's what I'm gonna do\nJust like this\nJust like this\nJust like this\n\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nI believe it's there Well\nThat's all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat's all there ever was Ah yes, yes, yes\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat's all there ever is Hahahahahaha\nThat's all there ever was Hahahahahaha\nThe same for everyone Yes, yes, yes\nThat's all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah? ",3 -7248,Dir_en_grey___REPETITION_OF_HATRED,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -7160,Dido___Lets_Do_The_Things_We_Normally_Do,sad,"""Let’s Do the Things We Normally Do [Verse 1]\nLet's pretend that we'll be here tomorrow\nAnd I'll try for you to be a little more on time\nI know you need to say you know you've let me down\nBut you haven't and it's hard to talk with people all around\nPlease don't say how proud you are\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's do the things we normally do\nI'll say see you later, you'll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon't hold my hand for longer than you need to\n[Verse 2]\nLet's forget that we're here and make some plans\nWe'll go for walks sit together on the bench we always sat\nI'll tell you every little detail of my day and so will you\nBut don't try to stay awake, I'm feeling tired too\nThis is just another day\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's do the things we normally do\nI'll say see you later, you'll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon't hold my hand for longer than you need to\n\n[Bridge]\nArmored cars and tanks\nAnd guns came to take away our sons\nAnd everybody's stood behind\nThe man behind the wire there's a fight to love\nA fight to have your bed's a battlefield and back\nAnd all of this will just be stripped away\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's do the things we normally do\nI'll say see you later, you'll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon't hold my hand for longer than you need to\nDon't look me in the eye more than you need to\nDon't try to say goodbye if I don't want to\n [Outro]\nDon't say how proud you are\nAnd say I'm far away and take along your way\nAnd say a word and I can say fade away ",1 -1331,Angelspit___100,sad,"'100% [Verse 1]\nDip my quill in blood ink, write it down in red\nScribe the words ""Happy Meal"" right across your head\nTired of getting walked on, treated like a sheep\nDon\'t blame me for all the years that you were asleep\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes\nYou\'re dead\n[Verse 2]\nTelevised mass poison spitting at the screen\nKeep the masses deluded with fabricated dreams\nPowdered God in a bag from the Vatican\nI want you to fuck off as hard as you can\n\n[Chorus]\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes\nYou\'re dead\n\n[Verse 3]\nHeaven has burst open, now it\'s raining bones\nThe chaos will erode you, breeding little clones\nBorn of a fallen rib from the monkey\'s womb\nOvercooked by cathode rays, evolved to consume\n\n[Breakdown]\n100 percent\n100 percent\n100 percent\n100 percent fucked\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax\n [Verse 4]\nEating from the butcher\'s slab, becoming what they meet\nRestrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat\nBathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue\nGod made me a cannibal to fix problems like you\n\n[Outro]\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog\n100 percent\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog\n100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent fuckedEmbed', 'default'",1 -3864,Bon_Jovi___Complicated,happy,"""Complicated [Verse 1]\nTake a look around, this is what I see\nIs there anybody else that feels like me?\nYou sweat, you sweat\nYou bleed, you bleed\nWhat you get ain't what you see\nUp is down and black is white to me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm complicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI'm complicated\nCan't sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won't play it\nIt's alright\nIt's okay\nYou wouldn't want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain't changing\nI'm complicated\nComplicated, Yeah\n[Verse 2]\nI'm smart enough to know what I don't know\nI'm fool enough to stay when I should go\nYou work, you work\nYou cry, you cry\nYou watch your whole life pass you by\nSometimes you gotta close your eyes to see\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm complicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI'm complicated\nCan't sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won't play it\nIt's alright\nIt's okay\nYou wouldn't want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain't changing\nI'm complicated, yeah\nI'm complicated, yeah\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nIs there anybody out there?\nJust like everybody out there\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me\n [Chorus]\nComplicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI'm complicated\nCan't sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won't play it\nIt's alright\nIt's okay\nYou wouldn't want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain't changing\nI'm complicated\nIs there anybody out there?\nJust like everybody out there\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me\n\nIs there anybody out there? Complicated\nJust like everybody out there Complicated\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me\n\n[Outro]\nComplicated ",0 -8896,Fat_Freddys_Drop___Boondigga,calm,"""Boondigga Well, the more I try to change\nWell, the more I feel the same\nEach day like the one before\n'Til I don't wanna try no more-ore\n\nWhen working, tired and your feet are hurtin'\nFrom runnin' all the time, trippin' out, off your mind\nToo many times to notice, how the lonely soul is\nLove is all alive, it's waiting to, arrive...\n\nTried everything, then tried it again\nBeen watching the flame, burn to the end\nBeen wasting my bones, been takin' my time\nA bird from the ashes, burning to fly\nHome from the sea, a thief in the night\nLike Mr. Apiata, just doing what's right\nMy brothers and me, my sisters and I\nWe're waiting to arrive...\nWhen working, tired and your feet are hurtin'\nFrom runnin' all the time, trippin' out, off your mind\nToo many times to notice, how the lonely soul is\nLove is all alive, it's waiting to, arrive",2 -347,Adam_Green___Choke_On_A_Cock,happy,"'Choke on a Cock I did not ask for a lot this year\nEvery single day looking for an answer to the words you say\nNever got to meet the president\nNever got to shake his squirly hand\nOh don\'t you know the president is out for tea with Tony Blair?\nHe won\'t be back for hours maybe homeboy...\n\nI\'d be so happy if I got to meet George Bush\nHe\'s like an angel when Rebecca hears me calling\nI would dance on NBC and say ""George Bush shook hands with me""\nAnd then I\'d go and choke on a cock...\nAnd Guinevere would find me leaving home\nAnd Johnny Depp would call me on the phone\nAnd Johnny Depp would call me on the phone I know\nI\'d be the greatest singer on the radio...\nLeaning on the raging river flats\nSliding off a single blade of grass\nOh don\'t you know the ADA is pushing tea with Johnny J\nThey won\'t be smashing flowers maybe no more\n\nI\'d be so happy if I bid it all on you\nAnd never answer when Rebecca asked me questions\nI\'d lay down to some degree\nAnd say ""John Stern locked lips with me""\nAnd then I\'d go and choke\nFor then I\'d go and choke\nFor then I\'d go and choke on a cock... Embed', 'default'",0 -2506,Bat_For_Lashes___Moon_And_Moon,sad,"""Moon and Moon [Verse 1]\nLover, when you don't lay with me\nI'm a huntress for a husband lost at sea\nIf I had you here, braid our hair together\nI'd be boy and you'd be girl, beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nCalling moon and moon\nShoot that big, bad hand\nIt'll track me to your door\nAnd I won't see you no more\n[Verse 2]\nWhen this wild world wild world\nIs a big bad hand big bad hand\nPushing on my back my back\nDo you understand? understand\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I get home get home\nBeen in the jungle jungle\nWhere's my bear to lick me clean? lick me\nFeed my soul milk and honey\n\n[Chorus]\nCalling moon and moon shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nShoot that big, bad hand shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nIt'll track me to your door shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nAnd I won't see you no more shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nI won't see you no more",1 -8275,Emma_Bunton___Life_In_Mono,sad,"""Life in Mono [Verse 1]\nThe stranger sang a theme\nFrom someone else's dream\nThe leaves began to fall\nAnd no one spoke at all\nBut I can't seem to recall\nWhen you came along\n\n[Chorus]\nIngenue\nIngenue\nI just don't know what to do\n[Verse 2]\nThe tree-lined avenue\nBegins to fade from view\nDrowning past regrets\nIn tea and cigarettes\nBut I can't seem to forget\nWhen you came along\n\n[Chorus]\nIngenue\nIngenue\nI just don't know what to do\n\n[Outro]\nIngenue, I just don't know what to do\nIngenue, I just don't know what to do\nIngenue, I just don't know what to do\nIngenue, I just don't know what to do\nIngenue, I just don't know what to do",1 -6794,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___I_Will_Follow_You_into_the_Dark_Album_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2 -4998,Cat_Power___Islands,sad,"""Islands I want to rule the islands\nAnd I want to rule the sea\nBut if you're not coming back\nI will sleep eternally\n\nAnd I want no heavy diamonds\nAnd pearls crush my teeth\nI just want my sailor\nTo sail back to me\n\nCaptain has a treasure\nHe says I hold the key\nBut old mangroves and sweet winds blow songs\nTo you and me\nI want to rule the islands\nAnd I want to rule the sea\nBut if you're not coming back\nI will sleep eternally",1 -6404,Danzig___Heart_Of_The_Devil,sad,"""Heart of the Devil [Intro]\nI am heart of the devil\nI have heart of the devil\nI am heart of the devil\nI have heart of the devil\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can make a man freeze in his tracks\nI can make a man fall to his death\nI can make a girl so eager to please\nI can make a young girl lay down for me\n[Chorus]\nBecause I'm evil\nAnd love is gone\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can make the skies thunder and shake\nI can make the world tremble and quake\nI can make your pulse pound in your veins, yeah\nI can make your heart stop and start again\n\n[Chorus]\nBecause I'm evil\nAnd love is gone\nBecause I'm evil\n\nBecause I'm evil\nAnd love is gone\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can make the world tremble and shake\nI can make the sky black in my wake, yeah\nI can make a girl so eager to please\nI can make a young girl lay down for me\n\n[Bridge]\nBecause I'm evil\nAnd love is gone\nAll love is gone\nBecause I'm evil\nAnd love is gone\nMy love is gone\n [Outro]\nOh yeah\nOh yeah ",1 -4536,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___Her_Voice_Resides,anger,"""Her Voice Resides [Verse 1]\nOur time is ending, I feel it's only just begun!\nAnd I'm frustrated!\nI can't believe you're not the one\nMy ears are bleeding!\nHer voice resides inside my head\nAnd now I'm choking!\nRelease this noose around my neck!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWill I just fall to pieces\nOr am I all right?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they're gone!\n[Chorus]\nThese are my final words to you!\nI know you're listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe clock is ticking!\nMy heart is bursting through my chest!\nAnd now I'm crying!\nThe tears are pouring off my face!\nThe chair is creaking!\nHer voice resides inside my head!\nAnd now it's over!\nYou put this noose around my neck!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWill I just fall to pieces?\nOr am I alright?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they're gone!\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are my final words to you!\nI know you're listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you\n [Bridge]\nHeaven, where is my angel?\nI need her now\nHolding me!\nHeaven, where is my angel?\nI need her now, holding me\nTonight!\n\nNow!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWill I just fall to pieces?\nOr am I alright?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they're gone!\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are my final words to you\nI know you're listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you!1 ",3 -4746,Camera_Obscura___Country_Mile,calm,"""Country Mile [Verse 1]\nSilver Birch against a Swedish sky\nThe singer in the band made me want to cry\nWe're all inside our own heads now\nWe are leaving new friends, leaving this town\nAnd I wish you could be here with me\nI would show you off like a trophy\nThe road, it winds, it twists, it turns\nOh, my stomach burns\n\n[Verse 2]\nOnce again, I'll be the foolish one\nThinking a blink of these lashes would make you come\nDon't you worry, don't get in a state\nI don't believe in true love, anyway\nOh, who's been pessimistic now?\nI could document this as our first, as our last row\nThe more you look forlorn, more to you I'll warm\n[Chorus]\nI won't be seeing you for a long while\nOh, I hope it's not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nNo, I won't be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it's not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\n\nNo, I won't be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it's not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nNo, I won't be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it's not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nI got lost",2 -5903,Cowboy_Junkies___Dreaming_My_Dreams_With_You,calm,"""Dreaming My Dreams with You I hope that I find what I'm reaching for\nThe way that it is in my mind\nI hope that I won't be that wrong anymore\nAnd maybe to have learned this time\n\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll live to see it all through\nBut I'll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you\n\nBut I won't let it change me, not if I can\nI'd rather believe in love\nAnd give it away as much as I can\nTo those that I am fondest of\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll live to see it all through\nBut I'll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you\n\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll miss dreaming with you\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll miss dreaming with you\nSomedaySee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",2 -1323,Angels_and_Airwaves___Do_It_For_Me_Now,happy,"""Do It for Me Now [Verse 1]\nI'm frightened at night and the wind has a roar\nIt seeps through the hall and from under the door\nLike the shit that was said\nI can't take it that well\nI give and I give and I give and I give and I'm still\nLost and hurt and bone thin from the love that's been starved\nI know it got close but I'm sure it's too far\nFrom the point of suspense, we know it should be\nThe end of that part of our favorite movie\nWhen the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand\nSays take me away from this torturous land\nCause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug\nI gave and I gave and I gave and I gave you my trust\nLike the time that we kissed and you gave me a lie\nTo add to the scene you pretended to cry\nBut I'm here and I'm cool, the way that it is\nJust give me a chance and I'll try to forgive\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know\nAnd I can't guess\nIf we're gonna be OK\nBut now my last wish\nIs that you do this with me\nKiss me here and hold my hand\nLet me feel like I'm the only one\nI know you can\nWon't you do it for me now\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've really had it with the rain of the tears\nThe predictable storm that has come every year\nAnd it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand\nI'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't\nYou're a thief and a witch but I love you to death\nYou steal my heart and curse under your breath\nBut the one thing that I can most willingly prove\nThat when you are gone I'll be fine without you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know\nAnd I can't guess\nIf we're gonna be OK\nBut now my last wish\nIs that you do this with me\nKiss me here and hold my hand\nLet me feel like I'm the only one\nI know you can\nWon't you do it for me now?\n [Outro]\nNow just hold on, hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me ",0 -291,Acceptance___Different,sad,"""Different [Verse 1]\nTell myself on the ride home\nGetting tired, hating all I've known\nHolding on like it's all I have\nCount me out when it's clear\nThat I find it hard to say\nAnd you find it hard to care\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanted to see something that's different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me\n[Verse 2]\nGot this way, up front but never true\nGod, I'm wrong, it's just the way I am\nCrashing down any chance you'll hear\nCaving in any chance\nThat you could see inside of me\nAnd I, I'll know what to say\nIt's fine, this isn't Hollywood\nSo fine, getting in your way\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanted to see something that's different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm taking a chance\nThis could be different\nThis could be all I'm waiting for\nTaking a chance\nThis could be different\nThis could be all I'm waiting for\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanted to see something that's different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me\n [Outro]\nSomething that's different\nSomething that's different ",1 -2534,Bauhaus___In_The_Flat_Field,happy,"""In the Flat Field A gut pull drag on me\nInto the chasm gaping we\nMirrors multi-reflecting this\nBetween spunk-stained sheet and odorous whim\nCamera eye-flick-shudder within\nAssist me to walk away in sin\nWhere is the string that Theseus laid?\nFind me out this labyrinth place\n\nI do get bored, I get bored\nIn the flat field\nI get bored, I do get bored\nIn the flat field\nYin and yang lumber punch\nGo taste a tart, then eat my lunch\nAnd force my slender, thin and lean\nIn this solemn place of fill-wetting dreams\nOf black-matted lace of pregnant cows\nAs life maps out onto my brow\nThe card is lowered in index turn\nInto my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn\n\nI do get bored, I get bored\nIn the flat field\nI get bored, I do get bored\nIn the flat field\n\nLet me catch the slit of light\nFor a maiden's sake, on a maiden flight\nIn the flat field I do get bored\nReplace with Piccadilly whores\nIn my yearn for some cerebral fix\nTransfer me to that solid plain\nHammer me into blazen pain\nMoulding shapes, no shame to waste\nMoulding shapes, no shame to waste\nAnd drag me there with deafening haste 1 ",0 -7895,Elbow___Grace_Under_Pressure,sad,"'Grace Under Pressure Grace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down\n\nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down\n\nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down\nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down\n\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you Embed', 'default'",1 -5175,Charon___4_Seasons_Rush,sad,"""4 Seasons Rush Four seasons rush, and time just passes by\nChristian heart so weak you stumbled to the dawn\nGrace and greif won't walk right hand by hand\nYour day was to go, cold heart too weak for beating\n\nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away\n\nTwo days and nights, a hollow growth inside\nMy six was your seven, and pain was on the way\nYeah all those prayers were all to the hollow God\nYour day was to go, cold heart too weak for beating\nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away\n\nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away\nRose on the grave, the only one alive\nA frozen leaf will cry red tears for you",1 -5942,Cradle_Of_Filth___Lord_Abortion,sad,"""Lord Abortion Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?\nI was born with a birthmark of cinders\nDebris cast from the stars and mother\nA ring of bright slaughter\nI spat in the waters of life\nThat ran slick from the stabwounds in her\nDub me Lord Abortion, the living dead\nThe bonesaw on the backseat\nOn this bitter night of giving head\nA sharp rear entry, an exit in red\nLump in the throat, on my cum choke\nThe killing joke worn thin with breath\nI grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue\nKeepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through\nAah!\nNostalgia grows\nNow times nine or ten\nWithin this vice den called a soul\nDying for resurrection\nI dig deep to come again\nThe spasm of orgasm on a roll\nI live the slow serrated rape\nThe bucks fizz of amyl nitrate\nVictims force fed their own face\nTear stains upon the drape\nI should compare them\nTo a warm Summer's day\nBut to the letter, it is better\nTo lichen their names to a grave\n\nCounting my years on an abacus strung\nWith labial rings and heartstrings undone\n\nDub me Lord Abortion, the living dead\nThe bonesaw on the backseat\nOn this bitter night of giving head\nA sharp rear entry, an exit in red\nLump in the throat, on my cum choke\nThe killing joke worn thin with breath\n Horrorscopes My diorama\nA twelve part psychodrama\nAnother chained I mean to harm her\nInside as well as out\nA perverts gasp inside the mask\nI'm hard, blow my house of cards\nAll turn up Death, her bleeding starts\nIn brute vermillion parts\nNow I slither through the hairline cracks\nIn sanity, best watch your back\nPossessed with levering Hell's gates wide\nLiberating knives to cut humanity slack\nMy ambition is to slay anon\nA sinner in the hands of a dirty God\nWho lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais\nOf light where faith leads truth astray\n\nI slit guts and free the moistest faeces\nCorrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces\nHer alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin\nVaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within\n\nMy heart was a wardrum beat\nBy jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults\nWhen number thirteen fell in my lap\nLips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap\nMy appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled\nAt the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled\nWhors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into\nA grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades\nShe went out like the light in my mind\nHer face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine\nMuch was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks\nCame from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch\nI kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously\nBut when has one been able to best separate the three?\nI know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do\nAah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am\nThrough\nThe suspect shadow sher they least\nExpect my burning grasp to reach\n\nThe stranglehold, the opened arms\nSeeking sweet meat with no holes barred\nRainbows that my razors wrung\nMidst her screams and seams undone\nSung at the top of punctured lungs\nI bite my spiteful tongue\nLest curses spat from primal lairs\nFreeze romance where Angels, bare\nAre lost to love, bloodloss, despair\nI weep, they merely stare\nAnd stare, and stare, and stare, and stare ",1 -5266,Children_Of_Bodom___Needled_24__7,anger,"'Needled 24/7 [Verse 1]\nSince day one I\'ve been crass and far beyond\nI couldn\'t laugh, I couldn\'t cry\nBefore you gauge me, take a look at yourself\nCondescending, outlivin\' in a lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nDespite all the pain in my heart grinding through\nIt ain\'t due that you hate that I hate what you do\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nA backstabbing motherfucker to the bone is what you are\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou look down to me to see the scum of the earth to be\nFuck you, that\'s me, vile and obscene\nI ain\'t happy about it but at least I don\'t judge and decree\nTo be better than another human being\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nHey, would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n [Outro]\n""Death?\nWhat do you know about death...?""2Embed', 'default'",3 -6928,Desmond_Dekker___Hippopotamus,happy,"""Hippopotamus Skinheads, all you skinheads\nC'mon, let's move and groove, ohh\n\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, you\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, yeah\n\nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so\n\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, you\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, yeah\n\nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so\n\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving\n\nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving\n\nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so\nHippopotamus\n\nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\n\nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\n You nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus ",0 -6697,De_La_Soul__Butta_Verses___No,happy,"'No [Produced by: Supa Dave West]\n\n[Yummy]\nI never can say goodbye\nNo no n-no I, never can say goodbye\nI don\'t, I-I don\'t know the rest\n\n[Posdonus]\nWe those pros, we never procrastinate ah\nThem guardians they shouldn\'t let you get past the gate\nWatch out dawg, the watchdog\'s showin his teeth\nGuess you bit too much shit they bitin your beat\nWhile I speak from experience, hunger and hurt\nAnd a little bit of hate from niggas doin me dirt\nI just wash it all out with Tide and show love\nTo those who ride with me while I\'m puttin in work\n[Butta Verses]\nFull-timin it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift\nThe three months before the benefits hit\nBut my position went temp\' to perm\'\nI sat and listened like an intern watchin who applied get fired\nNow I\'m sittin in the break room, they gotta make room make room\nMy paper stacks, put staples through \'em\nSo I can keep my money together\nSome die-hard fans just don\'t want it like, ""Put Pos back on it""\n\n[Posdonus]\nI\'m back on it, that\'s why you never disappointed\nWe give you what we live through for real for real\nDon\'t own a crown but I\'m royalty\nAnd tryin to see the royalty checks about a half a mil\'\nWhether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart\nYou know we got you open like your gut splits apart\nI never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights\nSo don\'t beef when we don\'t pass collection plates\n\n[Butta Verses]\nI don\'t give money, I don\'t support the needy\nSchooled in America, taught to be greedy\nAnd everything ought to be, easy\nBut I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high\nWonder Why, I\'m rockin with that guy, it\'s serious\nStill make him cry when the satire\'s hilarious\nCold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes\nSo hot that you despise it\n [Hook: Dave] + Yummy\nNever last up to bat no no no no\nThese skills we don\'t lack no no no no\nWe never fall and pray no no n-no no\nMake all the ladies say ooh ooh baby\nYou can\'t knock the hustle - not at all no no no no\nCan\'t be budged by your muscle no no no no\nNever ridin on E no no n-no no\nIt\'s De La and Butta V drive you crazy\n\n[Posdonus]\nYo, if you are what you eat; some of you\nCats heads between your girl\'s legs a lot cause y\'all act too sweet\nGo brush your teeth! Then after that\nPut in a little more practice on your rhymin attack\nWhat you write\'s not the least bit hot\nMaybe cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop\nHate to hate a playa but you know what?\nI still smother ya like cheese and broccoli\'s freshly cut\n\n[Butta Verses]\nAnd we the steak and potatoes and De La\'s the greatest\nAnd ladies be on the floor thankin the Lord that He made us\nI\'m tellin you, I swoop her like a pelican do\nYou sayin - look at that pelican fly; you spittin gelatin rhymes\nThey shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit\nWe the square peg on the round hole, sound\'s soulful\nYour imitation flavor is tofu\nIt\'s true we make our bed all day, and we are..\n[Posdonus]\n.. the world of rap! Take you back\nIn the days of all four hundred ways that people lack\nIt\'s that what authentic, big-nosed mic music\nFour to five survive all night to it\nI\'m tryin to keep up with my Jones\' and Thomas\'\n\'til I\'m broke like them New Year\'s Eve promises\nAnd that\'s alright, I just penned another sixteen\nTo fill my bank account with the mixed greens\n\n[Butta Verses]\nMoms want 5\'s and 10\'s\nThe girls I got is 9\'s and 10\'s, VH1 ""Behind The Pens""\nYou anticipate greatness from elder statesmen\nI ch-ch-ch-AHH, like Biz Mark\' or Jason\nI bust one shot just to start the racing\nThe tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin?\nSlow and steady, we already Andretti\nGet ticket take parades, waves and confetti and..\n\n[Hook] w/ minor variations\n\n[Pos] Come on y\'all\n\n[Yummy: repeat 4X]\nIf the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin\nIf the streets keep rockin, the Soul will keep rockin\nIf the streets stop rockin, the Soul will keep rockin\nIf the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockinEmbed', 'default'",0 -1799,Arctic_Monkeys___7,anger,"'7 [Intro]\nOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven!\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, I wrote my number down\nI never wrote it down before\nWere gonna bring it over like something from a film\nBut I didn\'t have the bottle at all\nWell, I were looking and you kept staring\nYour thoughts pairing up with mine\nAnd when you\'re so pretty and I\'m so shy\nYou properly did give me the eye, though, I\'m sure you did\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I went outside\nCouldn\'t say I tried and I felt regret\nBecause you haven\'t bashed me and dashed back in\n\'Cause the ship hasn\'t sailed yet\nBut when I did I couldn\'t see your face\nI could see your mates but that wouldn\'t do\nWell, I dashed around, tried to find you\nBut you were nowhere to be seen, oh no, no\n\n[Bridge]\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, she moved in ways that kept her there\nIn our minds for days and weeks and months\nI was that amazed and there she stayed\nSurrounded by the ""What if?""s and the ""Maybe""sSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 7Embed', 'default'",3 -8503,Erin_McCarley___HelloGoodbye,happy,"""Hello/Goodbye Hello, goodbye\nGood day, goodnight\nYou love, you hide\nWhy?\nYou spring, you fall\nTurned on, turned off\nWhat's wrong, what's wrong, love?\n\nYou say\nYou don't know, you don't know\nYou don't know\nYou say you don't know\nYou don't know, you don't know what's on your mind\nI'd love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou're unaware that I'm so tired\nAnd I've tried to understand\nAm I the only one cares here?\nI can't let you, let you disappear\n\nOh oh oh oh\n\nYou seem at ease\nThen climb your trees\nYou're different colors\nOn the age I hope\nInside I choke\nI'm falling under, oh\n\nWhat am I, what am I to do?\nWhat am I, what am I to do?\nWhen you fly too high\n\nI'd love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou're unaware that I'm so tired\nAnd I've tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can't let you, let you disappear\n Oh, oh oh oh\n\nI'd love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou're unaware that I'm so tired\nAnd I've tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can't let you, let you disappear\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, I've tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can't let you, let you disappear ",0 -4623,CANDLEMASS___At_The_Gallows_End,sad,"""At the Gallows End [Intro]\nSunrise, I greet you, the beauty of your light\nSo warm and tender was never the night\nIn tears, I see you, the last time it will be\nSo give me your blessing, I'll meet my destiny\n\n[Verse 1]\nNo rest for the sinner\nHypnos refused me my sleep\nThis was the last night of my life\nWith wine, I pondered on my deeds\nI drank to the devil with servants\nIt's good with a friend, where you go\nNo one would share my last chalice\nSo I drink to the ones that I know\n\n[Chorus]\nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end\n\n[Interlude]\nWith sad emotions, I sing this epitaph\nMy swansong, my headstone, the farewell of my heart\nThe hills of Tyburn, up where the gallows stands\nOnly the vultures will come to see me hang\n\n[Verse 2]\nBehold the sight of my Golgatha\nThe gallows enlightened by the moon\nProud of his art are the carpenter\nHis creation, a tool for my doom\n\nI am the outcast, no winner\nI am the fallen, the one\nThat lived all his life as a sinner\nThe tempter has called me his son\n [Chorus]\nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end\n\n[Verse 3]\nSoon, it is time, the dark has now fled\nAnd I see the place for my death\nThe priest, he will pray for my lost soul\nI'm sure he's wasting his time\n\nA sinner, a fool, or a devil?\nOr just a victim of life?\nIt's no fun to burn in hell's fire\nBut I sure have enjoyed my life\n\n[Chorus]\nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end1 ",1 -8110,Elliott_Smith___Coming_Up_Roses,calm,"""Coming Up Roses [Verse 1]\nI'm a junkyard full of false starts\nAnd I don't need your permission\nTo bury my love under this bare light bulb\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe moon is a sickle cell\nIt'll kill you in time\nYour cold white brother will ride in your blood\nLike spun glass in sore eyes\n[Chorus]\nWhile the moon does its division\nYou're buried below\nAnd you're coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses follow\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe things that you tell yourself\nThey'll kill you in time\nYour cold white brother alive in your blood\nSpinning in the night sky\n\n[Chorus]\nWhile the moon does its division\nYou're buried below\nAnd you're coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses\nSo you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows\nIt's coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses",2 -8169,Elvis_Presley___Hound_Dog,happy,"""Hound Dog [Chorus]\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nWell, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain't no friend of mine\n\n[Verse]\nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain't no friend of mine\n[Chorus]\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nWell, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain't no friend of mine\n\n[Bridge]\nAhh, ahh\nAhh, ahh\n\n[Verse]\nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nWell, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain't no friend of mine\n\n[Bridge]\nAhh, ahh\nAhh, ahh\n\n[Verse]\nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYou know, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain't no friend of mine\n [Chorus]\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog\nCryin' all the time\nWell, you ain't never caught a rabbit\nYou ain't no friend of mine17 ",0 -7132,Diary_of_Dreams___the_Curse,sad,"""The Curse Plastic needles in my skin\nDon't ask me what they're for\nNo clue, except for pain and shock\nYou tied me to the bed to mock\n\nMy eyelids kept wide open\nSo I can see all that you do\nAll this liquid in my eyes\nCome inside my world, friend, if you dare... the curse\n\nIt's cold, I shiver while I sweat\nRoom without a glimpse of sunlight\nMy head is shaved, my body bruised\nCan't feel my fingers, everything is numb... the curse\nYour reality is twisted\nIt seems you just don't notice\nThat all you do to me\nCan never touch me mentally\n\nBut you can do all this to me\nIt's not like it would matter\nMuch worse than, so much worse than that\nI can't get you out of my head\n\nWhere is that strong human will now?\nGuess there are things you can't escape from...\nI don't know, but something isn't right here...\nI guess what you expect from me is fear... the curse\n\nI stare... but there is nothing I can see\nGod knows, with only one hand I could...\nYour giggles reach me from next door\nI wonder what is this all for?... the curse",1 -7614,Dutch_Uncles___Steadycam,happy,"""Steadycam Hold my steadycam\nHold my steadycam\nWho wants my steadycam?\n\nKeep a thicker hand\nKeep your thicker hand close\nMake your figure last\n\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nLive low, live low\nThere's no order in your mind\nThe water's in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere's no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind?\n\nKeep your thicker hand\nMake your figure last\nYou keep your thicker hand\nMy figure lasts\nFor my bigger love\n\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\n\nLive low, live low\nThere's no order in your mind\nThe water's in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere's no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind?\n\nI'm fixed over one eye\nI'm fixed over one line\n Hold my steadycam\nHold my steadycam\n\nLive low, live low\nThere's no order in your mind\nThe water's in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere's no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind?\nBut what is on your mind?\n\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change\nIt's not about to change ",0 -2986,Bic_Runga___Say_After_Me,sad,"""Say After Me Moon glow\nWhite light will bathe your pillow\nLoneliness leaves no shadow\nWhere did you go?\n\nBe cool now\nQuietly up and leave you\nMust I be your fool and lead you\nHow gracious we go\n\nLove ends in a fire\nFire through the streets\nSet them alive\nDon't say your goodbyes\nSay after me\nI'll go my own way baby, yeah\nIt's a crying shame\nTo have only hopeless sorrow\nTo have no more days to borrow\nThe distance will grow\n\nA new day\nOut walking cold and endless\nAll to be stoned and painless\nI'm lost in the snow\n\nLove ends in a fire\nFire through the streets\nSet them alive\nDon't say your goodbyes\nSay after me\nI'll wish you well then baby, yeah\n\nRaze to the ground\nI'll burn you down\nBefore you go and break me\n\nBurn like the sun\nWhat has become\nOf you and me\nMy baby, yeah",1 -5534,Clannad___The_Other_Side,calm,"""The Other Side When it's gone and you want it so badly\nA game of love is a two way street\nAnd from above there comes inspiration\nDarkest clouds will disappear\n\nCHORUS\nTake it down, put it in your diary\nCome around to the pleasant side\nPut it down to another experience\nCome around to the other side\nFallen words from a broken framework\nTouching hearts scribbled on a sheet\nAnd from above here comes inspiration\nDarkest clouds will disappear\n\nCHORUS\nCHORUS\n\nWhen it hurts and the pain still lingers\nA game of love now a one way street\nFaith and hope is your only connection\nDarkest clouds may disappear\n\nCHORUS\nCHORUS\nCHORUS",2 -1446,Annie___Always_Too__Late,sad,"""Always Too Late [Verse 1]\nOh, I should have known\nYou're late again\nNo, no, no, no\nAnd now I'm here\nWill you appear?\nI don't think so\n\nEvery single day\nThe same again\nYou keep me waiting\nFor somebody who don't care\nAt all\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't wanna wanna\nBe no primadonna\nTired standing waiting feeling like you never wanna\nSay you're trying trying\nBoy I know you're lying\nTelling me we'll never be too late 'cause I was crying\nYou're so tricky tricky\nYeah now mister wicky\nNow it's been an hour\nMake me feeling freaky freaky\nI can't take it take it\nYou stole my time and now it's...\nNow it's too late\nNow it's too late\nNow it's too late\n\n[Chorus]\nYou didn't wait\nWhat a mistake\nAlways too late\nAh...\nAlways too late\nYou didn't wait\nWhat a mistake\nAh...\nI can't take it\nYou can change it\nWhy you did so\nWrong?\nWhy you did it?\nI can change it\nOh you did so\nWrong\n [Verse 3]\nWhere are you today\nYou said you'd call\nYou said you'd meet me\n10 o'clock, it was no shock\nYou were not there\n\nFoolish, 'cause I am\nBut then again\nI keep on waiting\nFor somebody who don't care\nNo no\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't wanna wanna\nBe no primadonna\nTired standing waiting feeling like you never wanna\nSay you're trying trying\nBoy I know you're lying\nTelling me we'll never be too late 'cause I was crying\nYou're so tricky tricky\nYeah now mister wicky\nNow it's been an hour\nMake me feeling freaky freaky\nI can't take it, take it\nYou stole my time and now it's...\nNow it's too late\nNow it's too late\nNow it's too late\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhat do I gotta do?\nTake some look or two\nTo get over you\nYou treat me like a fool\nCareless is your rule\nThat's why you're so cruel\n\n[Chorus]\nYou didn't wait\nWhat a mistake\nAlways too late\nAh...\nAlways too late\nYou didn't wait\nWhat a mistake\nAh...\nI can't take it what do I gotta do?\nYou can change it take some look or two\nWhy you did so to get over you\nWrong?\nWhy you did it? every single day\nI can change it the same, the same again\nOh you did so doo doo doo doo doo\nWrong\n\n[Outro]\nNow it's too late ",1 -1528,Anthrax___Metal_Thrashing_Mad,anger,"""Metal Thrashing Mad [Intro]\nWoah-yeah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nRacing down the road\nIn a street machine of steel\nGears are jammed in full\nI'm the madman at the wheel\n\n[Chorus]\nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI'm metal thrashing mad, yeah!\nMetal thrashing mad, yeah!\n[Verse 2]\nDriving like a maniac\nI can't go any faster\nI'm burning up the road\nAnd headed for disaster\n\n[Chorus]\nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI'm metal thrashing mad\nWhoa-yeah!\n\n[Guitar Solo: Dan Spitz]\n\n[Bridge]\nWoah-yeah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nRacing down the road\nIn a street machine of steel\nGears are jammed in full\nI'm the madman at the wheel\n\n[Chorus]\nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI'm metal thrashing mad\nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI'm metal thrashing madSee Anthrax LiveGet tickets as low as $44 1 ",3 -9211,Fleet_Foxes___Drops_In_River,happy,"""Drops in the River [Verse 1]\nCrown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning\nYoung today, old as a railroad tomorrow\nDays are just drops in the river to be lost always\nOnly you, only you, you know\n\n[Verse 2]\nYears ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly\nGone you know, held to another like clutched ivy\nOn the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence\nOnly you, only you, you know\n[Chorus]\nHere as the caves of my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one\nI wouldn't turn to another, you say, on the long night we've made\nLet it go\n\n[Bridge]\nOnly you, only you, you know\nOnly you, only you, you know\n\n[Chorus]\nHere as the caves of my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one\nI wouldn't turn to another, you say, on the long night we've made\nLet it go\n\n[Outro]\nSpeak to me slow, my dear\nNo ghost, of course, in here\nPleased to be lonesome, quiet, and clear\nAll is alone in here 3 ",0 -965,Alter_Bridge___Watch_Over_You,sad,"""Watch Over You [Verse 1]\nLeaves are on the ground\nFall has come\nBlue skies turning grey\nLike my love\nI tried to carry you\nAnd make you whole\nBut it was never enough\nI must go\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd who is gonna save you\nWhen I'm gone?\nAnd who'll watch over you\nWhen I'm gone?\n[Verse 2]\nYou say you cared for me\nBut hide it well\nHow can you love\nSomeone, not yourself?\n[Chorus]\nAnd who is gonna save you\nWhen I'm gone?\nAnd who'll watch over you\nWhen I'm gone?\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd when I'm gone\nWho will break your fall?\nWho will you blame?\nI can't go on\nAnd let you lose it all\nIt's more than I can take\nWho'll ease your pain?\nEase your pain\n[Chorus]\nWho is gonna save you when I'm gone?\nWho'll watch over you?\nWho will give you strength when you're not strong?\nWho'll watch over you when I've gone away?\n [Outro]\nSnow is on the ground\nWinter's come\nYou long to hear my voice\nBut I'm long gone3 ",1 -2979,Beyoncé_and_Bilal___Everything_I_Do,calm,"""Everything I Do Every step I make\nAnd every breath I take\nI took 'cause I can't wait\nTo be closer to you\n\nBaby you're so sweet\nYou give me cavities\nI get a stomach ache\nIf I can't be with you\n\nAt night I fall asleep\nAnd I dont wanna wake up\n'cause you are in my dreams\nA heavenly creation\n\nIn the body that\nI only wanna share with you\n\nHey\n\n[Chorus:]\nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can't wait\nTo give my love to you\n'cause everything I do is just for you\n\nBaby we will never finish\nTo be continued\nSeparation can't change\nThe love I feel for you\nI'm gonna definitely be affectionate\nSnuggle up tonight lets get real intimate\nOnly you can satisfy my appetite\n'cause when it comes to love\nYou get me get so excited\nI wanna taste your lips\nMy body melts in bliss every time\n [Chorus:]\nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can't wait\nTo give my love to you\n'cause everything I do is just for you\n\n[Chorus:]\nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can't wait\nTo give my love to you\n'cause everything I do is just for you\n\nYou are my\nyou are my\nUniverse\n\nuniverse\nEverything I want and\nEverything I need and\nEverything worth waiting for\nFor\nFor better or for worse\nConstant craving\nYour love enslaves me\nOh\n[Chorus:]\nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can't wait\nTo give my love to you\n'cause everything I do is just for you\n\nGive it to me baby\nI wanna give it to you\nGive it to me baby\nI can't wait\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\n\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nI can't wait to give you my love\nEverything I do is just for you ",2 -3123,Billy_Fury___A_Thousand_Stars,happy,"""A thousand stars A thousand stars in the skies Like the stars in your eyes They say to me That there'll never be No other love Like yours for me A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I'll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you're mine once more You're mine, you're mine once more Each night I count The stars in the skies Hoping that you aren't telling me lies You're with me tonight I'm captured by your charms Oh, pretty baby Let me hold you in my arms A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I'll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you're mine once more You're mine, you're mine once more [Spoken] Each night I count The stars in the skies Hoping that you're not telling me lies You're with me tonight I'm captured by your charms Oh, pretty baby Let me hold you in my arms A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I'll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you're mine once more\n\nA thousand stars in the skies\nLike the stars in your eyes\nThey say to me\nThat there'll never be\nNo other love\nLike yours for me\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I'll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you're mine once more\nYou're mine, you're mine once more\nEach night I count\nThe stars in the skies\nHoping that you aren't telling me lies\nYou're with me tonight\nI'm captured by your charms\nOh, pretty baby\nLet me hold you in my arms\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I'll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you're mine once more\nYou're mine, you're mine once more\n[Spoken]\nEach night I count\nThe stars in the skies\nHoping that you're not telling me lies\nYou're with me tonight\nI'm captured by your charms\nOh, pretty baby\nLet me hold you in my arms\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I'll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you're mine once more",0 -3787,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Buffalo_Soldier,calm,"""TranslationsPortuguêsBuffalo Soldier [Verse 1]\nBuffalo soldier, dreadlocked rasta\nThere was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America\nStolen from Africa, brought to America\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nI mean it, when I analyse the stench\nTo me it makes a lot of sense\nHow the dreadlocked rasta was a Buffalo Soldier\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd he was taken from Africa, brought to America\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nSaid it was a Buffalo Soldier, dreadlocked Rasta\nBuffalo Soldier in the heart of America\n[Verse 3]\nIf you know your history\nThen you would know where you're coming from\nThen you wouldn't have to ask me\nWho the 'eck do I think I am\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America\nStolen from Africa, brought to America\nSaid he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nSaid he was a Buffalo Soldier, in the war for America\nSaid he, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\n\n[Verse 5]\nBuffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!\nSaid he want to ran and then you want a hand\nTroddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea\n\nSaid he was a Buffalo Soldier in the war for America\nBuffalo Soldier, dreadlocked Rasta\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nDriven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean\n Said he, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\n\n[Verse 6]\nTrodding through San Juan\nIn the arms of America\nTrodding through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nBuffalo Soldier, dreadlock rasta\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!20 ",2 -7873,El_Perro_Del_Mar___How_Did_We_Forget,sad,"""How Did We Forget? [Chorus]\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nTo make it hard\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nTo make it hard\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nTo make it bad\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nIt's easy, babe\nTo make it bad\n[Post-Chorus]\nEasy, easy, easy\nDon't make it bad\nEasy, easy, easy\nDon't make it bad\n\n[Outro]\nHow did we forget about the love? 'Get about the love\nHow did we forget about the love? How did we forget about the love?\nBaby, baby, babe",1 -355,Adam_Green___Emily,sad,"""Emily I just don't care about the evening news\nI never listen to the crackhouse blues\nThey say the city is the place to be\nI wanna dance with Emily\n\nEverybody come around the window shop\nI guess they never seen the moves I got\nI wanna be with what the people see\nI wanna dance with Emily\n\nEmily, sweet baby, won't you be my wife\nCutting me wide open with a kitchen knife\nEverybody said that she is underage\nHonky tried to shoot me with a 7 gage\nNow I got the cookies that your momma sent\nI got permission from the government\nSomeone should mention to the minister\nNow I gotta dance with Jennifer\n\nJenny's got a mousehole full of pigeon scum\nOn top a mountain made of bubble gum\nDon't understand what all the grief is for\nNow I gotta dance with Eleanor\n\nEleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow\nStraight down the hatch beneath the streetlight's glow\nBaby when I get you on that persian rug\nThat's the kind of movie that I'm dreaming of\n\nI'll tell you something that you'd think I know\nI got two tickets to the sold out show\nSome of the fellas like to think I'm Greek\nI wanna love you maybe three days a week\n\nI just don't care about the evening news\nI never listen to the crackhouse blues\nI wanna be with what the people see\nI wanna dance with Emily\nI wanna dance with Emily",1 -8488,Eric_Johnson___When_The_Sun_Meets_The_Sky,happy,"""When the Sun Meets the Sky [Verse 1]\nThis Sunday, you were blowin' through my mind, yeah\nLike Tuesday, you were burnin' in my eyes\nI hoped today could be just kind of my way\n'Cause it so much matters that you're there\nAnd I'd hoped today could lead me into your way\nBut I fell down in some disrepair\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe sparks here, they can lead me up the town\nBut it's dark here, if I don't have you around\nSo I hoped today would lead me kind of your way\nAnd the sun would be shining on my face\nAnd I'd hoped the road would lead me to your doorway\nBut I fell down in some disrepair\n[Chorus]\nSo when the sun meets the sky\nI'm gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nAnd when your love is gonna call me home\nI will run to you, the way you want me to\nOh we'll sing\n\n[Guitar solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh I hoped today would lead me kind of your way\nWith a love, and treasures we'd find there\nAnd through all the fog, the cracks, the cogs, a gateway\nWhere I'd find someone to repair me\n\n[Chorus]\nSo when the sun, meets that sky\nI'm gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nAnd when your love is gonna call me home\nI will run to you, the way you want me to\n\nSo when the sun starts to shine\nI'm gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nWhen your love is gonna call me home\nI return to you, the way you want me to\nOh, we'll sing\n [Outro - Guitar solo]\nOh, we'll sing\nYeah, I'll take a ride to where I do\n[?] there\nTake me there ",0 -4452,Bruce_Springsteen___The_Ghost_of_Tom_Joad,sad,"'The Ghost of Tom Joad [Verse 1]\nMen walking along the railroad tracks\nGoing someplace, there\'s no going back\nHighway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge\nHot soup on a campfire under the bridge\n\n[Verse 2]\nShelter line stretching around the corner\nWelcome to the new world order\nFamilies sleeping in the cars in the southwest\nNo home, no job, no peace, no rest\n[Chorus 1]\nWell, the highway is alive tonight\nBut nobody\'s kidding nobody about where it goes\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nSearching for the ghost of Tom Joad\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag\nPreacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag\nWaiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last\nIn a cardboard box beneath the underpass\n\n[Verse 4]\nYou got a one-way ticket to the promised land\nYou got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand\nSleeping on a pillow of solid rock\nBathing in the city\'s aqueduct\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWell the highway is alive tonight\nWhere it\'s headed, everybody knows\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nWaiting on the ghost of Tom Joad\n\n[Verse 5]\nNow Tom said, ""Mom, wherever there\'s a cop beating a guy\nWherever a hungry newborn baby cries\nWhere there\'s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air\nLook for me, Mom, I\'ll be there\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 [Verse 6]\nWherever somebody\'s fighting for a place to stand\nOr a decent job or a helping hand\nWherever somebody\'s struggling to be free\nLook in their eyes, Ma, and you\'ll see me""\n\n[Chorus 3]\nWell the highway is alive tonight\nBut nobody\'s kidding nobody about where it goes\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nWith the ghost of old Tom Joad1Embed', 'default'",1 -1116,Amos_Lee___Speed_Of_Sound_Of_Loneliness,sad,"""Speed Of Sound Of Loneliness You come home late and you come home early\nYou come home big when you're feeling small\nYou come home straight and you come home curly\nSometimes you don't come home at all\n\nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven's name have you done?\nYou've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run\n\nI got a heart that burns with a fever\nI got a worried and a jealous mind\nHow can a love that will last forever\nGet left so far behind?\nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven's name have you done?\nYou've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run\n\nIt's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow\nIt's passed the evil line today\nHow can you ask about tomorrow;\nYou ain't got one word to say\n\nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven's name have you done?\nYou've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run\nOut there running just to be on the run\nOut there running just to be on the run",1 -2287,BB_King___How_Blue_Can_You_Get,sad,"'How Blue Can You Get [Talking]\nI\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nI said I\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nOur love is nothing but the blues, woman\nBaby, how blue can you get?\n\nYou\'re evil when I\'m with you, baby\nAnd you\'re jealous when we\'re apart\nI said You\'re evil when I\'m with you, baby\nAnd you\'re jealous when we\'re apart\nHow blue can you get baby\nThe answer is right here in my heart\nI gave you a brand new Ford\nBut you said: ""I want a Cadillac""\nI bought you a ten dollar dinner\nAnd you said: ""thanks for the snack""\nI let you live in my penthouse\nYou said it just a shack\nI gave you seven children\nAnd now you wanna give them back\n\nI said I\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nOur love is nothing but the blues\nBaby, how blue can you get? 5Embed', 'default'",1 -1520,Anthony_Hamilton___I_Used_To_Love_Someone_LP_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -8014,Ella_Fitzgerald__Louis_Armstrong___Dream_a_Little_Dream_of_Me,happy,"""Dream a Little Dream of Me [Verse 1: Ella Fitzgerald]\nStars shining bright above you\nNight breezes seem to whisper, I love you\nBirds singin' in the sycamore trees\nDream a little dream of me\n\n[Verse 2: Ella Fitzgerald]\nSay nighty-night and kiss me\nJust hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me\nWhile I'm alone and blue as can be\nDream a little dream of me\n[Verse 3: Louis Armstrong]\nStars fading but I linger on dear\nStill craving your kiss\nNow I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear\nJust saying this\n\n[Verse 4: Ella Fitzgerald]\nSweet dreams till sunbeams find you\nSweet dreams that leave all worries behind you\nBut in your dreams whatever they be\nDream a little dream of me\n\n[Verse 3: Both]\nStars fading but I linger on dear\nStill craving your kiss\nI'm longin' to linger till dawn dear\nJust saying this\n\n[Outro: Both]\nSweet dreams till sunbeams find you\nLeave the worries behind you\nBut in your dreams, whatever may be\nYou've gotta make me a promise, promise to me\nYou'll dream, dream a little dream of me 12 ",0 -2972,Beyoncé___Scared_Of_Lonely,happy,"""Scared of Lonely [Verse 1]\nI'm in this fight and I'm swingin', and my arms are getting tired\nI'm tryna beat this emptiness, but I'm runnin' out of time\nI'm sinkin' in the sand and I can barely stand\nI'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me\nI'm scared of lonely\nI try to be patient, but I'm hurtin' deep inside\nAnd I can't keep waitin', I need comfort late at night\nAnd I can't find my way, won't you lead me home?\n'Cause I'm lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n[Chorus]\nI'm scared of lonely\nAnd I'm scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I'm scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I'm scared of being alone\nI can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI'm scared of lonely\nI'm scared of lonely\n\n[Verse 2]\nI cry at night, 'cause my baby's too far to be by my side\nTo wipe away these tears of mine, so I hold my pillow tight\nTo imagine you outstretch your hand, looking for mine\n'Cause I'm lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm scared of lonely\nAnd I'm scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I'm scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I'm scared of being alone\nI can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n [Bridge]\nI need your strength when nobody is around\n'Cause I'm tired of this emptiness, I think I'm drowning\nI can't be lonely no more\nAnd I'm lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm scared of lonely\nAnd I'm scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I'm scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I'm scared of being alone\nI can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm scared of lonely\nAnd I'm scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I'm scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I'm scared of being alone\nI can't seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n[Outro]\nI'm scared of lonely\nI'm scared of lonely7 ",0 -2182,Avantasia___Anywhere,sad,"""Anywhere Gabriel:\nI remember it was long ago\nBut when I think of her I feel it grow\nSomething begs me to come home again\nSomething I can hardly stand\n\nBut I'm to defy, I have to ignore her cry\nI don't know what to do, I'm missing you so bad\n\nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light\nWaiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again\nTake away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine\nWhere are you now if you are there anywhere\nPlease forgive me for how I decide\nBut before I can come with rapid strides\nDon't expect you'll have to understand\nJakob needs my helping hand\n\nFirst I have to go one out of two ways\nWhich both are wrong and I'm to go\nSo afraid, so ashamed\nSo deranged - but I know...\n\nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light\nWaiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again\nTake away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine\nWhere are you now if you are there\nAnywhere, anywhere...\n\nSolo: Henjo Richter\n\nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light...\nI can't wait for you - Are you there - anywhere",1 -2497,Basia___Time_And_Tide,happy,"""Time and Tide [Intro]\nYeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's hard for me to stop my heart\nLove never knows\nWhen the time is right\nI don't want to hurt anybody\nBut can't help loving you ooh\n\n[Verse 2]\nI never felt like this before\nI know this is passion worth waiting for\nLet love take it's course\nThat's the only thing\nFor us to do, oh\n[Chorus]\nWe got time\nOh, baby, there's no rush\nGonna be a better day for us\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new\n\n[Verse 3]\nTime and tide\nNothing and no one\nCan stop us now\nFor better for worse\nThis time I'm sure it's gonna last yeah yeah yeah\n\n[Verse 4]\nHow can I stop my heart\nLove never knows\nWhen the time is right\nDon't want to hurt anybody\nDon't want to make them cry\nDon't want to make them cry\n\n[Chorus]\nWe got time\nOh, baby, there's no rush oh\nGonna be a better day for us woah\nHang on oh\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new\n [Bridge]\nYeah, it's a matter of time\nOnly a matter of time\nIt's a matter of\nTime and tide\nNothing and no one can stop us now\nFor better for worse\nThis time I'm sure\nIt's gonna last, gonna last forever\n\n[Chorus]\nWe got time\nOh, baby, there's no rush woah\nGonna be a better day for us yeah\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new\n\n[Outro]\nYeah\nOur love will always stay\nAs good as new Woah\nWe got time\nOh, baby, there's no rush yeah\nGonna be a better day for us oh\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you1 ",0 -2657,Bedouin_Soundclash___When_The_Night_Feels_My_Song,happy,"""When The Night Feels My Song I'm on the rocky road\nHeading down off the mountain slope\nAnd as my steps echo echo\nLouder than before\nAnother day is done\nSay goodbye to the setting sun\nSee what I found\nTurn back to the ground\nJust like before\n\nAnd Hey hey hey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nHey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nWhen the night feels my song\nI'll be home, I'll be home\nInto the undergrowth\nTwist and turn on a lonely road\nIn the twilight\nThe day turns to night\nAnd I'm alone\n\nAnd when the light has let\nI'm not sure of my every step\nFollow the wind that pushes me west\nBack to my bed\n\nAnd Hey hey hey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nHey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\n\nWhen the night feels my song\nI'll be home, I'll be home\nWhen the night feels my song\nI'll be home, I'll be home\nWhen the night feels my song\nI'll be home, I'll be home",0 -917,All_Time_Low___Six_Feet_Under_The_Stars,happy,"'Six Feet Under The Stars [Verse 1]\nTime to lay claim to the evidence\nFingerprints sold me out\nBut our footprints washed away from the docks downtown\nIt\'s been getting late for days\nAnd I think myself deserving of a little time off\nWe can kick it, hang for hours\nAnd just mouth off about the world\nAnd how we know it\'s going straight to hell\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nPass me another bottle, honey\nThe Jager\'s so sweet\nBut if it keeps you around then I\'m down\n[Chorus]\nMeet me on Thames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars\n\n[Verse 2]\nI should have known better than to call you out\nOn a night like this, a night like this\nIf not for you, I know I\'d tear this place to the ground\nBut I\'m alright like this, alright like this\nI\'m gonna roll the dice before you sober up and get gone\nI\'m always in over my head\n\n[Chorus]\nThames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 [Bridge]\nTime to lay claim to the evidence\nFingerprints sold me out\nBut our footprints washed away\nI\'m guilty, but I\'m safe for one more day\nOverdressed and underage What a let down\n""Do you really need to see an ID?""\nThis is embarrassing as hell What a let down\nBut I can cover for it so well\nWhen we\'re six feet under the stars\n\n[Chorus]\nThames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars\nSix feet under the stars\nSix feet under the stars1Embed', 'default'",0 -1506,Anouk___Our_Own_Love,happy,"""Our Own Love I'm watching your shadow cut by the moon\nPeaceful I wait for the dawn\nThese moments in silence are all that I need\nThe softness of hearing you breathe\nAnd I know it doesn't get better than this\nFunny it starts with just one little kiss\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nYour ups and your downs, powers and fears\nYour presence fulfils my desire\nYou're all that I've wished for\nYou're more than I need, you're right where I wanna be\nOh no, I don't ask questions or try to explain\nTelling myself it just happens this way\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nI don't ask questions or try to explain\nTelling myself it just happens this way\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you're no longer alone\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you're no longer alone\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nBaby all I know you're no longer alone\nWe've started a home of our own love",0 -6755,Dead_Mans_Bones___Flowers_Grow_Out_of_My_Grave,sad,"'Flowers Grow Out of My Grave I was floating above my bed\nLike a body in a river, in a car\nAnd the only sound in my head\nWas a dying cricket in a jar\nAnd I saw little beams of light\nCome into the bedroom\nFrom underneath the door\nAnd they crawled under my sheets\nAnd they came out of every single pore\n\nWhen I think about you, oh oh oh!\nWhen I think about you, oh oh!\nWhen I think about you\nFlowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!\nGrave, grave, grave!\nFlowers grow out of my grave\nWhen I think about you, oh oh oh!\nWhen I think about you, oh oh!\nWhen I think about you\nFlowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!\nGrave, grave, grave!\nFlowers grow out of my grave 1Embed', 'default'",1 -5458,Cibelle___Flying_High,sad,"""Flying High I need to tell someone\nHow I am feeling\nMoving my silence down\nI don't feel ?no middle end?\nNot a bit, just standing still\nIt's just this feeling course\n\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nSo many good times\n\nSeems like I'm falling\nWith this strangest feeling inside\n\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\n\nThere's so much beauty in the simple things\nThere's so much light we ???\nI feel like I'm flying\nI am flying in my dreams\nI'm flying\nGood times, good times\nI'm flying\n\nSo many good times\nI'm flying\nSo many good times\nI feel like I'm flying\nI'm flying",1 -5865,Counting_Crows___Goodnight_LA,sad,"'Goodnight LA I said, ""Goodnight L.A.""\nCause I\'m awake in my room\nI been up for 38 hours\nAnd it don\'t look like sleep\'s coming soon\nCause I could break like a bird\nOr I could swallow the sea\nIt seems like the daylight is coming\nAnd no one is watching but me\n\nBut I don\'t mind the dark discovering the day\nCause the night is a beautiful bright blue and grey\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough\n\nAnd it\'s a dangerous time for a heart on a wire\nShuttled from station to station noisily\nNot knowing why\nSo I put my head on the ground\nAnd the sky is a wheel\nSpinning these days into things that I\'ve lost\nBut you can keep all the years\n\nBut I don\'t mind the days gone rolling away\nBecause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today\n\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough of love\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough\nI can never get enough of loveSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79 Embed', 'default'",1 -243,Abba___Summer_Night_City,sad,"""Summer Night City In the night a new day dawning\nAnd the first birds start to sing\nIn the pale light of the morning\nNothing's worth remembering\nIt's a dream, it's out of reach\nScattered driftwood on the beach\n\nSummer night city...\nSummer night city...\n\nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city\nIn the sun I feel like sleeping\nI can't take it for too long\nMy impatience slowly creeping\nUp my spine and growing strong\nI know what's waiting there for me\nTonight I'm loose and fancy-free\nAa-ahhh\n\nWhen the night comes with the action\nI just know it's time to go\nCan't resist the strange attraction\nFrom that giant dynamo\nLots to take and lots to give\nTime to breathe and time to live\n\nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city\n\nIt's elusive call it glitter\nSomehow something turns me on\nSome folks only see the litter\nWe don't miss them when they're gone\nI love the feeling in the air\nMy kind of people everywhere\n When the night comes with the action\nI just know it's time to go\nCan't resist the strange attraction\nFrom that giant dynamo\nAnd tomorrow, when the dawning\nAnd the first birds start to sing\nIn the pale light of the morning\nNothing's worth remembering\nIt's a dream, it's out of reach\nScattered driftwood on the beach\n\nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city\n\n[repeat 2x and fade] ",1 -8705,Everything_But_The_Girl___Love_Is_Strange,sad,"""Love Is Strange [Verse 1]\nLove, love is strange\nMany people take it for a game\nOnce you've had it, you're in an awful fix\n'Cause after you've had it you never wanna quit\n\n[Verse 2]\nA lot of people, they don't understand\nThey think lovin' is money in their hand\nYour sweet lovin' is better than a kiss\nWhen you leave me, those kisses I will miss\n[Verse 3]\nLove, oh whoa, love is strange\nMany people, oh whoa, take it for a game\nOnce you've had it, oh whoa, you're in an awful fix\n'Cause after you've had it, oh whoa, you never wanna quit\n\n[Verse 4]\nA lot of people, whoa whoa, they don't understand\nThey think lovin', oh whoa, is money in their hand\nYour sweet lovin', oh whoa, is better than a kiss\nWhen you leave me, oh whoa, those kisses I will miss\nWhen you leave me, oh whoa, those kisses I will miss\n\n[Outro]\nThose kisses I will miss, those kisses I will miss\nThose kisses I will miss",1 -3227,Björk___The_Anchor_Song,sad,"""The Anchor Song [Verse]\nI live by the ocean\nAnd during the night\nI dive into it\nDown to the bottom\nUnderneath all currents\nAnd drop my anchor\nAnd this is where I'm staying\nThis is my home\n\n[Verse]\nI live by the ocean\nAnd during the night\nI dive into it\nDown to the bottom\nUnderneath all currents\nAnd drop my anchor\nAnd this is where I'm staying\nThis is my homeSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 23 ",1 -3710,Blur___Best_Days,sad,"""Best Days [Verse 1]\nBow bells say goodbye to the last train\nOver the river, they all go again\nOut into leafy nowhere\nHope someone's waiting out there for them\nCabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun\nHe works nights but it's not much fun\nPicks up the London yo-yo's\nAll on their own down Soho, take me home\n\n[Chorus]\nOther people wouldn't like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\n[Verse 2]\nTrellick Tower's been calling\nI know she'll leave me in the morning\nIn hotel cells, listening to dial tones\nRemote controls and cable moans\nIn his drink, he's talking\nGets disconnected sleepwalking back home\n\n[Chorus]\nOther people wouldn't like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOf our lives\n\n[Instrumental break]\n\n[Chorus]\nOther people wouldn't like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people break into a cold sweat\nIf you said that these are the best days of their lives\nAnd other people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOf our lives 6 ",1 -184,ANGELZOOM___Fairyland,sad,"""Fairyland [Verse]\nColder than ice\nThe world falls apart\nCold like a stone\nThe spell on the souls\nColder than ice\nYour hand on my heart\nA world made of stone\nLet tenderness freeze\n\n[Chorus]\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI'm falling straight down\n[Bridge]\nCatch my daydream\nCatch my fall\n\n[Verse]\nColder than ice\nNight all around\nCold like a stone\nThe heart of success\nWasteland of ice\nWe fall to the ground\nA world made of stone\nLet tenderness freeze\n\n[Chorus]\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI'm falling straight down\n\n[Bridge]\nFalling down\nFalling down\nCatch me\nWhen I'm falling down\nPlease come to me\n [Chorus]\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI'm falling straight down\n\n[Chorus]\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI'm falling straight down ",1 -4963,Cat_Power___Hate,sad,"'Hate Anyone can tell you there\'s no more road to ride\nEveryone will tell you there\'s no place to hide\nThere\'s no laws or rules to unchain your life\nBut the ones who didn\'t make it\nThe ones who couldn\'t take it\nSo glad they made it out alive\n\nEveryone loves the fun\nEveryone comes by\nIn the wind I crunch, I want to die\nThey can give me pills\nOr let me drink my fill\nThe heart wants to explode\nFar away where nobody knows\n\nDo you believe she said that?\nDo you believe she said that?\n\nI said ""I hate myself and I want to die.""\n\nHalf of it is innocent\nThe other half is wise\nThe whole damn thing makes no sense\nI wish I could tell you a lie\nHey, come here\nLet me whisper in your ear\n\nI hate myself and I want to die\n\nDo you believe she said that?\nCan you believe she repeated that?\nI said, ""I hate me, myself and I""\nSaid ""I hate myself and I want to die "" 1Embed', 'default'",1 -5621,Cocorosie___Lemonade,sad,"""Lemonade [Verse 1]\nIt was Cinco de Mayo\nPillow case on his head\nNo more breathing time\nAn ambulance sped\nSped 'round ever corner\nCalling out his name\n[Chorus]\nShot a rabbit from the back seat window\nSat and watched the summer corn grow\nAte ice cream in a desert dream\nAnd got lost in father's singing\nToo hot inside, too hot outside\nLazy days when I said let's go for a ride\nWe'll sail on Spirit Lake\nMe, my pappy, and his lemonade\n[Verse 2]\nTim and Tina were my parents' names\nThey got engaged, they were inflamed\nSeduced by the lies of butterflies\nHow they shimmer, how they glimmer\nThose butterflies\nWe seven kids, we almost died\nNearly put to death by lightening strikes\nInstead there was hot pink flashes in the sky\nWe climbed the rocks in snow and rain\nIn search of magic powers\nTo heal our mother's pain\n\n[Chorus]\nShot a rabbit from the back seat window\nSat and watched the summer corn grow\nAte ice cream in a desert dream\nAnd got lost in father's singing\nToo hot inside, too hot outside\nLazy days when I said let's go for a ride\nWe'll sail on Spirit Lake\nMe, my pappy, and his lemonade 5 ",1 -8587,Eurythmics___When_Tomorrow_Comes,happy,"""When Tomorrow Comes Underneath your dreamlit eyes\nShades of sleep have driven you away\nThe moon is pale outside\nAnd you are far from here\nBreathing shifts your careless head\nUntroubled by the chaos of our lives\nAnother day - another night\nHas taken you again my dear\nAnd you know that I'm gonna be the one\nWho'll be there\nWhen you need someone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes...\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\n\nLast night while you were\nLying in my arms\nAnd I was wondering where you were\nYou know you looked just like a baby\nFast asleep in this dangerous world\nEvery star was shining brightly\nJust like a million years before\nAnd we were feeling very small\nUnderneath the universe\nAnd you know that I'm gonna be the one\nWho'll be there when you need\nSomeone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes\n\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\n And you know that I'm gonna be the one\nWho'll be there when you need\nSomeone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes...\n\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes ",0 -6181,DTrain___Youre_The_One_For_Me,happy,"""You’re the One for Me With the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we'll never touch the ground\nWe'll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that's far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\nWith this true love I found\nPicks my feet up off the ground to fly away\nWith this true love my dear\nTakes away my every fear, don't go away\n\nYou just don't know what you did to me\nBut I'm not the same\nSince you gave me love\nThat's sheltered from the rain\nYou just don't know how you make me feel\nYour sweet lovin' girl, is so unreal\nI've got love, love desire\nFrom your lovin' my soul's on fire\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\n\nI'm ridin' on a cloud\nGot to shout it out loud, you're my all\nBaby, hold on tight\nFor the rest of my life, don't let me fall\n\n{Repeat 1st & 2nd verse} [3x]\nWith the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we'll never touch the ground\nWe'll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that's far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day\n I’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me\n\nYou're the one for me, yeah\nYou're the one for me\n\nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou're the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou're the one for me1 ",0 -192,ANJA_GARBAREK___Can_I_Keep_Him,sad,"""Can I Keep Him In the end\nThere was no-one to see\nNo helicopters in the sky the next day\nOr the day after\nNo-one was searching\n'Cause no-one knew he was missing\nHe followed me home\nCan I keep home\nHe followed me\nA pretty boy like you\nWith hands that could break me in two\nBut don't\nBreaking away gently\nCome on\nLet's go\nHe's still warm\nAnd close to me\nI can see tears in his eyes\nAnd I feel better\nHe followed me home\nCan I keep home\nHe followed me\nIn the end\nThere was no-one to see\nNo helicopters in the sky the next day\nOr the day after\nNo-one was searching\n'Cause no-one knew he was missing",1 -2322,Babyshambles___Lost_Art_Of_Murder,sad,"""Lost Art of Murder Could roll a four, roll a nine\nFind myself washed up in paradise\nLike before you didn't mind\nSomeone else washed up in paradise, everyday\n\nWhat a nice day for a murder\nCall yourself a killer, only thing you're killing is your time\nThere's nothing absurder\nA bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind\n\nDon't look at me like that, she won't take you back\nYou've said too much, been too unkind\nGet off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, just might change her mind, her mind\nRoll a four, roll a nine\nFind yourself washed up in paradise\nAll the fours to all the nines\nI lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go\n\nWhat a nice day for a murder\nSay you're a killer, only thing you're killing is time\nThere's nothing absurder\nThan a bird it's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind\nOh, don't look at me like that, she won't take you back\nYou've done too much, been too unkind\nGet up off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, think it'll change their mind\n\nDon't look at me like that, she won't take you back\nSaid too much, been too unkind\nGet up off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, just might change her mind",1 -4023,Boyz_II_Men___Its_So_Hard_To_Say_Goodbye_To_Yesterday,calm,"""It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday [Verse 1]\nHow do I say goodbye\nTo what we had?\nThe good times that made us laugh\nOutweigh the bad\n\n[Chorus]\nI thought we'd get to see forever\nBut forever's gone away\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday\n[Verse 2]\nI don't know where this road\nIs going to lead\nAll I know is where we've been\nAnd what we've been through, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nIf we get to see tomorrow\nI hope it's worth all the wait\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'll take with me the memories\nTo be my sunshine after the rain\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday\nAnd I'll take with me the memories\nTo be my sunshine after the rain\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterdaySee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79 25 ",2 -6626,David_Gray___Made_Up_My_Mind,happy,"""Made Up My Mind Lightning strikes\nAnd silver motorbikes\nAre roaring down the open road\nWind on my skin\nI'm hungry to begin\nAnd my cup has overflowed\n\nSo let fall the rain\nDown into these desert veins\nI'm taking back what they stole\nWhile there's diamonds in the mind\nCan't afford to be confined\nBy someone else's pigeonhole\nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n'Stead of lagging behind\n\nHalf past seven\nWay up in the heaven\nThe stars are singing in the sky\nLying half dressed\nYour head upon my breast\nListening to the oceans lullaby\n\nStanding where we are\nIt seems so far\nFrom the cold light of day\nWhere the faces full of grief\nAnd the grinding of the teeth\nHas been eating my belief away\n\nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n'Stead of lagging behind\n'Stead of lagging now\n\nCracks in the veneer\nThe light so severe\nShining down the avenue\nTry to join the throng\nBut it’s feeling all wrong\nWhat are you supposed to do?\nSee David Gray LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Shoulder that despair\nTake a lung of dirty air\nTurn to watch the sun set red\nOn the ruins of a culture\nAnd a sky that's filled with vultures\nCircling over your head\n\nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n'Stead of lagging behind\n\n'Stead of lagging behind\nI made up my mind\nI made up my mind ",0 -9564,Frida_Hyvönen___Straight_Thin_Line,sad,"""Straight Thin Line If I was a straight thin line\nIf I was a straight thin line\nLonged I for the curves and the rhythm\nEnvied I the flesh\nIf I let go of mine\nIf I became a straight thin line\n\nHere's what Agnes said:\nHunger is a must\nIf I'd be satisfied\nI'd lose my lust for life\nUltimately undefined\nMove beyond the straight thin line\nOne thing in life so far\nI wanted most of all it was to\nStraighten out my bends and my curls\nHow to escape my shape\nBecome vibration\n\nAgnes said to me:\nI'll outthink my flesh\nThe key to all my work\nIs in none of it\nBut in the absence",1 -2317,Babyshambles___Killamangiro,happy,"""Killamangiro Why would you pay to see me in a cage?\nAnd why would you pay to see me in a cage?\nSome men call a stage\n\nListen now I have gone\nYou will know\nI was the only one that'd have gladly died\nFor what was wrong in the eyes of the unwell and unwise\n\nAnd they killed a man for his giro today\nWasn't very gay, I didn't mind\nI wasn't money mad anyway\nThey killed a man for his giro today\nWhy, would you pay?\nWhy, would you pay?\nTo see me in a cage\nIt's all across the stage\n\nAnd know\nWhen the night has come\nYou might say\nI was not the only the one who would've died\nWhat was wrong in the eyes of the cruel and unwise\nAs they killed a man for his giro today\nOn the off chance that you're listening\nTo the radio\nI thought you might like to know you broke my heart\nCan only [?] on or hedge your bets\nOn a second chance I'll never get again\nAll my ties, time and time\nI keep on trying hard not to try too hard\nAnd I forgive but I won't forget\nTo killing time, so I'm better now\nDon't need it any more\nAnything that makes you feel hate\nCan do without hate\nNow I believe in love\n Now I have gone\nOh yeah, I will pay\nFor everything you've done\nWhat was wrong\nIn the eyes of the unwell and unwise\nThey killed a man for his giro today ",0 -8444,Era___Sentence,happy,"""Sentence Alde moni\nAlde no devoni\nLe disime\nDore cari me\n\nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi me\n\nI'll save you from yourself\nFrom the demons of the night\nThey promess fame and fortune\nAll that you eagerly desire\nI'll save you from yourself\nFrom those voices calling you\nTo sell your soul to evil\nThen you'll be dancing forever\nNh yeah yeah yeah yeah iyeah\n\nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi\nAmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa\n\nI'll save you from yourself\nFrom the voices of the night\nThey promess fame and fortune\nAll that you eagerly desire\n\nI'll save you from yourself\nFrom those demons they calling you\nTo sell your soul to evil\nThen you'll be dancing forever\nNh yeah yeah yeah yeah iyeah\n Omen tore\nDevoni sefa\n\nAlde moni\nAlde no devoni\nDevoni\n\nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi\nAmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa\n\nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa\n\nOmen tore\n......... ",0 -3796,Bob_Mould___Poison_Years_Live,sad,"""Poison Years live Poison thoughts in my mind\nGot to free myself from this bind\nI know I'm a reasoning guy\n\nIn an act like Jesus Christ\nStare into the sun\nYou don't see eye to eye with anyone\n\nI throw it all away Don't talk to me no more\nThe more I think, the less I've got to say I don't remember you no more\nAbout these poison years: it's just a memory\nAnd every time you knock me down\nIt's all that I can do to get up off the ground\nPull myself apart again\n\nAt the end of this rope\nRope at the end of the line\nI see you swing by your neck on a vine\n\nTreason is the reason for my poison years\nLeaves are changing seasons of my poison years\n\nPoison years in my mind\nGot to free myself from this bind\nI know I'm a reasoning guy\n\nEvery time you knock me down\nIt's all that I can do to get up\nTo get up off the ground",1 -2556,Beach_House___Saltwater,sad,"""Saltwater [Verse 1]\nLove you all the time\nEven though you're not mine\nLove you all the time\nDreaming in the saltwater\nTiming's gone all bad\nBroken thing and a broken wing\n\n[Chorus]\nYou couldn't lose me if you tried\n'Cause I'll be rolling to your side, baby\n[Verse 2]\nLove you all the time\nEven though you're not mine\nLove you all the time\nBroken thing and a broken wing\n\n[Outro]\nYou couldn't lose me if you tried",1 -7089,Diana_Krall___Do_It_Again,sad,"""Do It Again Ohh, do it again\nI may say no, no, no but do it again\nMy lips just ache to have you take the kiss that's waiting for you\nYou know if you do, you won't regret it, come and get it\n\nOhh, no one is near\nI may cry oh, oh, oh but no one can hear\nMama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty\nBut then, please do it again, just do it again\n\nCome and get it, ohh\nTurn out the light and hold me close\nClose in your arms all through the night\nMama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty\nBut then, please do it again, just do it againSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1 -7555,Dropkick_Murphys___The_State_of_Massachusetts,happy,"""The State of Massachusetts [Verse 1]\nShe had excuses and she chose to use them\nShe was the victim of unspeakable abuses\nHer husband was violent, malicious, and distant\nHer kids now belong to the state of Massachusetts\n\n[Hook]\nThey've been taken away! Hey!\nThey've been taken away!\n\n[Verse 2]\nBilly was a bright one, Tommy's off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said\nI don't predict the future, I don't care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you've had your chance\n[Chorus]\nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!\n\n[Verse 3]\nI suppose you've been a victim, I suspect you may have lied\nHave you lost all ambition, won't you give this thing a try\nIf you can't and you fail, you won't be the only loser\nThese kids don't stand a chance with you in their future\n\n[Hook]\nThey've been taken away! Hey!\nThey've been taken away!\n\n[Verse 2]\nBilly was a bright one, Tommy's off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said\nI don't predict the future, I don't care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you've had your chance\n\n[Chorus]\nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!\nSee Dropkick Murphys LiveGet tickets as low as $48 [Chorus]\nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!\n\n[Mandolin Solo]\n\n[Verse 2]\nBilly was a bright one, Tommy's off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said\nI don't predict the future, I don't care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you've had your chance\n\n[Chorus]\nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!4 ",0 -1193,Anathema___Pulled_Underat_2000_Metres_A_Second,sad,"""Pulled Under At 2000 Metres A Second Freedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the distant horizon\nAnd we are all strangers in global illusion\nWanting and needing impossible heaven\n\nChasing the dream as they swim out to sea\nThe mirage ahead says that they can be free\nBecome lost in delusion drowning their reason\nSwept on by the current of selfish ambition\n\nFrightened, ashamed, and afraid of the blame\nThe questions are screaming, the answers are hiding\nThe sickness is growing distracted condition\nYou can feel the disgust and smell the confusion\nLying insane getting soaked in the rain\nDraining the sky of the guilt and the shame\nThe nightmare is coming the clouds are descending\nPulled under at two thousand metres a second!\n\nClawing at walls that just slip through my fingers\nDarkness consuming, collapsing, and breaking\nDistilled paranoia seeped into the walls\nFilled in the cracks with the whispering calls\n\nShadows are forming, take heed of the warnings\nCreeping around at four in the morning\nLie to myself, start a brand new beginning\nBut I'm losing myself in this fear of living [?]\n\nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream\nDeep in the reason betrayal of feeling\nThe mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems\n\nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream...\n\nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream\nDeep in the reason betrayal of feeling\nThe mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems\n Freedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream.... ",1 -4563,Burial___Broken_Home,sad,"'Broken Home [Sample: Sizzla]\nWhose fault\nNo one but myself\nAnd you know... 1Embed', 'default'",1 -4508,Bubba_Sparxxx___Bubba_Talk,happy,"""Bubba Talk [Bubba Sparxxx]\nI can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit..\n\nThere goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self\nSlide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left\nBet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture\nLike Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?\nDrank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway?\nI'm in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days\nOkay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion\nAt the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens\nY'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?\nI just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me\nFuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em\nSend 'em to Nelly B?, and certainly they'll get 'em\nI really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me\nBut I know why after this here session, y'all resent me\nNever the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk\nOkey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk\n[Hook: Bubba Sparxxx]\nY'all don't know me a'tall\nI say the same thang but slower than y'all\nA little Southern charm to top it off\nOkey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk\nY'all don't know me a'tall\nI say the same thang but slower than y'all\nA little Southern charm to top it off\nOkey-dokey - SPIT BOY!\n\n[Bubba Sparxxx]\nThis time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin\nSome rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?\nHopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise\nAll up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs\nCan't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country\nBut the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy\nLawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed\nAnd if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze\nIf you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party\nSome Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi\nYeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once\nStill talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence\n\n[Hook]\n [Bubba Sparxxx]\nI slowly let my anger turn to just concern\nFor y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn\nIn this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin\nThat's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this\nI'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port ?\nY'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please\nThere's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms\nThat's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em\nI don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul?\nThey used to be sugar but they shit to me now\nGet in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off\nNo matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk\n\n[Hook] - repeat 2X ",0 -1051,American_Music_Club___All_My_Love,happy,"'All My Love I wish that we were always high\nI wish that we could swim in the sky\nIf we believe then we won’t fall\nWe’ll leave our lives and rise above it all\n\nYou never love when you never trust\nIt’s hard to love when all you embrace is dust\nI’ll be the match that holds your fire\nI’ll be the note that sings from your wire\n\nIf I can give you all my love\nThe breath that takes you from the deep blue to the shore\nA wave that holds you, that’s all we’re searching for\nIt lasts for a blink and it’s everything\nMakes all our gowns and the crowns so disappointing\n\nIf I can give you all my love\nAll my love\nAll my love\n\nThe light we use when we get lost\nThe light we choose, never mind the cost\nIt’s what we hope to see in each other’s eyes\nIt’s what we hope to feel on our highest highs\n\nIf I could give you all my love\nAll my love\nAll my love Embed', 'default'",0 -3618,Blue_Foundation___Save_This_Town,happy,"""Save This Town Come around to this fine town\nWhere freedom makes the world go round\nAnd where dreams are found\nAnd carried out\n\nEven in the afternoon\nYou can go there fishing for the moon\nAnd the fairy lights\nGlow like fireflies\n\nCome on save it\nCome on save it\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town\nGrowing from diversity\nOut of true originality\nIt's the place to be\nAnd that's why\n\nI fear the need to standardise\nAnd I fear the guys with normal eyes\nIt's a precious child\nCome give it a try\n\nAnd we try\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town\n\nI know that we can't save this town alone\nSo this is why I say\nCome on and raise your voice\nAnd spread these words around:\n\nCome on save it\nCome on save it\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town 1 ",0 -6784,Dean_Martin___Memories_Are_Made_Of_This,sad,"""Memories Are Made of This [Intro]\nThe sweet, sweet memories you've given me\nYou can't beat the memories you've given me\n\n[Verse 1]\nTake one fresh and tender kiss\nAdd one stolen night of bliss\nOne girl, one boy, some grief, some joy\nMemories are made of this\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't forget a small moonbeam\nFold it lightly with a dream\nYour lips and mine, two sips of wine\nMemories are made of this\n[Bridge]\nThen add the wedding bells\nOne house where lovers dwell\nThree little kids for the flavor\nStir carefully through the days\nSee how the flavor stays\nThese are the dreams you will savor\n\n[Verse 3]\nWith His blessings from above\nServe it generously with love\nOne man, one wife, one love through life\nMemories are made of this\n\n[Outro]\nMemories are made of this",1 -5609,Cobra_Starship___The_Ballad_Of_Big_Poppa_and_Diamond_Girl,happy,"""The Ballad Of Big Poppa And Diamond Girl [Verse 1]\nSenorita, I can't forget your eyes\nYour hair, your Spanish ass\nI don't care what you tell the other guys\nHear me out\nI'll do what you say\n\n[Chorus 1]\nJust\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one that I believe\nCan I believe you?\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one\nDon't lie, lie, lie\n[Chorus 2]\nDiamond girl\nI want to wrap you around the world\nI'll never let you touch the ground\nI'll be your Biggie, you'll be my Lil' Kim\n\n[Verse 2]\nInquietita, mira que yo quiero decirte\nLo que no sabes\nY vos, solamente contame la verdad\nVas a ver que yo te la guardo\n\n[Chorus 1]\nJust\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one that I believe\nCan I believe you?\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one\nDon't lie, lie, lie\n\n[Chorus 2]\nDiamond girl\nI want to wrap you around the world\nI'll never let you touch the ground\nI'll be your Biggie, you'll be my Lil' Kim",0 -6858,Demis_Roussos___Goodbye_My_Love_Goodbye,happy,"""Goodbye My Love Goodbye Hear the wind sing a sad, old song\nIt knows i'm leaving you today\nPlease don't cry or my heart will break\nWhen I go on my way\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI'll never be too far\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n'till I come back to you\n\nSee the stars in the skies above\nThey'll shine wherever I may roam\nI will pray every lonely night\nThat soon they'll guide me home\n\n[Chorus:]\n\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI'll never be too far\n\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n'till I come back to you\n\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI'll never be too far\n Goodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n'till I come back to you ",0 -8887,Farewell___A_Collect_Call_To_Arms,happy,"""A Collect Call To Arms Way back in high school\nHe was a big fat mess\nThat couldn't pass a joint enough\nTo pass a piss test\nWe never knew he was twice as smart as the rest of us\nWell he must've done something right\nTwenty-one with a house and hit on top forty\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn because karma comes around\nThink of all that you've got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you're livin' in\nHey, but take the longshot\nWell, as a freshmen\nNobody looked her way\nShe walked the hall for years\nBut no one even knew her name\nA legal pad and a ballpoint pen were her only friends\nWell, she must've done something right\nSaw her face on TV selling her success story\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn because karma comes around\nThink of all that you've got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you're livin' in\nHey, but take the longshot\nYou never know what you're gonna get, do ya?\nNo way to tell if you'll ever rise to the top\nYou'll never know if you never try, will ya?\nSo get up, and show 'em all what you got\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn 'cause karma comes around\nThink of all that you've got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you're livin' in\nHey, but take the longshot",0 -5082,Celtic_Woman___The_Butterfly,happy,"'The Butterfly This evening the moon dreams more lazily\nAs some fair woman, lost in cushions deep\nWith gentle hand caresses listlessly\nThe contour of her breasts before she sleeps\nOn velvet backs of avalanches soft\nShe often lies enraptured as she dies\nAnd gazes on white visions aloft\nWhich like a blossoming to heaven rise\nWhen sometimes on this globe, in indolence\nShe lets a secret tear drop down, by chance\nA poet, set against oblivion\nTakes in his hand this pale and furtive tear\nThis opal drop where rainbow hues appear\nAnd hides it in his breast far from the sunSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27 Embed', 'default'",0 -5007,Cat_Power___Where_Is_My_Love,sad,"'Where Is My Love Where is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nHorses galloping\nBring him to me\n\nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nHorses running free\nCarrying you and me\n\nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nSafe and warm\nSo close to me\nIn my arms finally\nThere is my love\nThere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBringing him to me\n\nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love? Embed', 'default'",1 -3542,Blockhead___Youve_got_Maelstrom,sad,"""You’ve got Maelstrom Some nights it just gets worse than others\nSome nights, it just\nGets worse\nI feel terrible\nBut what can we do?\nI don't know\nIt's just, a feeling I've got\nLike, something's about to happen\nBut I don't know what\n\nGood God almighty, all that other bullshit\nIs here today and going tomorrow",1 -4305,British_Sea_Power___Open_The_Door,sad,"""Open the Door Are you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\n\nFive young men went for a walk\nSat on a tree stump and had a talk\nIt takes something to be a man these days\nNobody's scared, but we hide anyway\nWe're almost there\nAnd now it's coming back to me\nAh, we're almost there\nSo are you coming back to me?\n\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\n\nShatter your vases, settle your loans\nGet on a slow boat to Mexico\nTalking of rabies, you need it, lad\nTake her, hold her, but don't go mad\n\nOpen the door\nYou've gotta see just what it's for\nNow we're almost there\nSo are you coming back to me?\n\nI'm not afraid of the big black bear\nOnly humans make me scared\nI'm not afraid of misery\nMy life is a vapour, and you can't break her\n\nAh\n No taste or understanding of the working\nIn her microbes\nLet it show\nIn our bathrobes\nLet her know\nLet it rip\n\nWhoo\n\nFive young men went for a walk\nSat on a tree stump and had a talk\nIt takes something to be a man these days\nNobody cares but everyone's caring\n\nAh, these days, ah\nAre we almost there?\nIt is just how you imagine\n\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\n\nWhoo\nAre you gonna\nAre you gonna\nAre\nAre you gonna\nAre you gonna live or die? ",1 -7158,Dido___Worthless,calm,"""Worthless [Verse 1:]\nI know what you came for\nAnd I know when you'll leave\nYou came for my heart\nAnd it's lost to me\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1:]\nFor I won't stop you\nI will open my door\nMy heart is here waiting\nI don't need it no more\n[Verse 2:]\nI know why you're leaving\nAnd I'll just let it be\nI am left with nothing\nAnd now you're lost to me\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2:]\nFor I can't stop you\nI will open my door\nMy heart is here waiting\nI don't need it no more\n\n[Chorus:]\nFor love makes a fool of me\nFor love makes a clown of us\nYes it does, yes it does, yes it does\nYou know, it's worthless as worthless can be\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI know what you came for\nAnd I know when you'll leave\nYou came for my heart\nAnd it's lost to me\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\n [Chorus]2x ",2 -3234,Björk___Unravel,sad,"""Unravel [Verse]\nWhile you are away\nMy heart comes undone\nSlowly unravels\nIn a ball of yarn\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe devil collects it\nWith a grin\nOur love\nIn a ball of yarn\n[Chorus]\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love\n\n[Verse]\nWhile you are away\nMy heart comes undone\nSlowly unravels\nIn a ball of yarn\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe devil collects it\nWith a grin\nOur love, our love\nIn a ball of yarn\n\n[Chorus]\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 [Chorus]\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love\nHe'll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe'll have to make new love20 ",1 -9637,Fugees___Ready_Or_Not,sad,"""Ready or Not [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and make you want me Yo\n\n[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill]\nNow that I escape, sleepwalk awake Yeah\nThose who could relate know the world ain't cake\nJail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break\nWhen they meet their four hundred-pound mate\nIf I could rule the world If I ruled the world, everyone would have a gun\nIn the ghetto. of course, when giddy-upping on their horse\nI kick a rhyme drinking moonshine\nI pour a sip on the concrete for the deceased\nBut, no, don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep\nThinking 'bout the robbery that I did last week\nMoney in the bag, banker looked like a drag\nI want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad\nGun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit\nMy girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist\nI think not, I'll send a letter to my friends\nA born again hooligan only to be king again\n[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and make you want me Yo, yo, yo, yo\n\n[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nI play my enemies like a game of chess\nWhere I rest, no stress if you don't smoke sess\nLest I must confess, my destiny's manifest\nIn some Gore-Tex and sweats, I make treks like I'm homeless\nRap orgies with Porgy and Bess\nCapture your bounty like Eliot Ness, yes\nBless you if you represent the Fu\nBut I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're doo-doo\nVoodoo, I can do what you do, easy\nBelieve me, fronting niggas give me heebie-jeebies Ha\nSo while you imitating Al Capone\nI'll be Nina Simone and defecating on your microphone\n\n[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]\nReady or not, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\n[Bridge: Lauryn Hill]\nYou can't run away from these styles I got, oh, baby\nHey, baby, 'cause I got a lot, oh, yeah\nAnd anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh, baby\nHey, baby, you can't hide from the block, oh, no\n [Verse 3: Pras, Pras & Lauryn Hill]\nReady or not, refugees taking over\nThe Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta\nOn the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber Drop bombs\nCrews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers\nSuperfly, true lies, do or die He's super fly\nToss me high, only puff lye with my crew from Lakay\nI refugee from Guantanamo Bay\nDance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay Yes, sir\n\n[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can't hide Ayo, nobody move\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can't hide Ayo, nobody move\nGonna find you and make you want me Come on\nReady or not, here I come, you can't hide You know the—\nGonna find you and take it slowly You know\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can't hide\nGonna find you and make you want me67 ",1 -8213,Emiliana_Torrini___Ha_Ha,sad,"""Ha Ha Anger steaming up your glasses\nYou've been holding parties all your life\n'Cause it's long gone down, you're still hanging around\nIt's not over till it starts again\n\nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha ha!\nIt died out long ago\n\nDid you hear me laughing in your head\nWhen I saw you stuck in a rut again?\nOh that drink went down smoothly\nJust like the one before the last you had\nQuestions I have answered\nYou are still asking yourself again\nPassed-out in the gutter, worn-out\nIn your head your voices aren't clearer now after all\n\nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha ha!\nIt died out long ago\n\nAnger steaming up your glasses\nYou've been holding parties all your life\n'Cause it's long gone down, you're still hanging around\nIt's not over till you start again\n\nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha!\nYou died out long ago",1 -8302,Emperor___Encorcelled_By_Khaos,sad,"'Encorcelled by khaos In an endless maze begotten. To dead ends led by fools. I sought a plague for those who smiled at walls in humble fear\nYet, billigerent ways came to an end. No war could ease my hunger. By craving death I was to darkness reborn\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nIn an endless maze begotten. To dead ends led by fools. I sought a plague for those who smiled at walls in humble fear\nYet, billigerent ways came to an end. No war could ease my hunger. By craving death I was to darkness reborn\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nNo peace for me. No peace I seek. My quest goes far beyond\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nI hail the greatest fall. Dark is the spirit of my token. Dark is my call\nStill craving, still torn. Hear me master of this real to which I was reborn\nThe cosmic forces driving me. More noble, more free. Love and hate and all in between. I greet them all in ecstasy\nTake me\nVenus, seduce me. Mars, Posess me. Tear my soul from sanity\nNo sacrifice too great. Coaught in another maze. Truly endles.s Still, this maze is mine and I am thine Embed', 'default'",1 -5501,City_And_Colour___Body_In_A_Box,sad,"'Body In A Box [Verse 1]\nThere\'s a funeral procession on the highway\nTraffic screeches to a halt\nThere\'s people searching for a better way\nTo live their lives, oh oh\n""Johnny lived a good life"" you\'ll hear them say\nAs tears of sadness soak the ground\nThe reaper crept in took his breath away\nIn the middle of the night, oh oh\n\n[Chorus]\nWe celebrate the lives of the dead\nIt\'s like a man\'s best party only happens when he dies\nWe gather round to pay our respects\nWhile their souls are still searching for the light\nSearching for the light\n[Verse 2]\nSo please don\'t come to me on my dying day\nJust let me go in peace\nWith all the things that I forgot to say\nRacing through my mind, oh oh\nAnd don\'t you bury me six-feet underground\nJust burn my body in a box\nAnd let my ashes blow with the wind\nOut into the night sky\n\n[Chorus]See City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 3Embed', 'default'",1 -5147,Charlotte_Gainsbourg___Voyage,happy,"'Voyage Voyage au bout de la nuit\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\n\nPlumes sauvages\nLe mirage\nKerozene\nAu gris gris\nRattlesnake\nCadillac\nRace humaine\nEspace vie\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\n\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nWe could go, oh\nJourney till the end of the world\n\nGuitare noire\nLame rasoire\nPorte bonheur\nAccroche coeur\nVagabond\nBottle blond\nCicatrice\nSacrifice\n\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\n\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nWe could go, oh\nJourney till the end of the world\n Voyage au bout de la nuitEmbed', 'default'",0 -4396,Brooklyn_Funk_Essentials___The_Revolution_Was_Postponed_Because_Of_Rain,happy,"'The Revolution Was Postponed Because Of Rain Cool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat?\n\nThe Revolution Was Postponed Because of Rain\n\nThe underlying\nImmediate\nPolitical\nSocio-economic\nAnd trigger mechanism causes\nWere all in place when\nSome nee-gro or the other got hungry\nHad to stop at the McDonald\'s\nHad to get on the line\nWith the new trainee cashier\n""uhh, where\'s the button for the fries?""\nSo we missed the bus...\nThen the leader couldn\'t find his keys\nDidn\'t want some poor ass moving\nHis brand new 20"" and VCR\nOut his living room on the shoulders\nIt was too late when the locksmith came\n\nThen our demo expert Willie Blew got arrested\nCame out with his head hanging under his hoody\n""Didn\'t know they started doing that\nFor jumping the turnstiles,"" he said\n""How many times must we tell you -\nDon\'t.. get.. caught.""\nWe voted against shootin\' him on the spot\nIn the winter we were all depressed\nSo we leaned our guns against the sofas\nAnd listened instead to Tim Tim Tiree\nSinging about his dysfunctions:\n\nCool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat?\n\n""Sometimes I wonder if ah\'ll ever be free\nFree of the sins of my brutish daddee\nLike the cheating, the stealing, the drinking, and the beating"". . \n The weatherman said the 17th would be sunshine\nAnd it wouldn\'t be too hot -\nTim Tim Tiree doesn\'t like sweatin\'\nBut that night the weatherman came on crying\nSaying he didn\'t control the weather\nThat God was real\nThat he\'s lucky He, God, didn\'t strike him, the weatherman, with lightning\nFor taking the credit sometimes\nAnd that he, the weatherman, was in no way responsible\nFor the hurricane coming\nAnd that we, the viewers, should\nPray Jesus into our hearts\nBefore it was too late\n\nSuperbowl Sunday was out\nAll the women wanted\nTo see the game\nAnd the men were pissed\nAt their insensitivity\n\nThe 20th was supposed to be a definite\nWe looked for some Bastille to storm\nDidn\'t find any\nSettled on the armory instead\nBefore they moved the homeless in...\n""We\'ll bum-rush it anyway,"" I said\n""It smells like a collection\nOf a thousand farts in there,"" they said\nSo we waited for the approval of the city\nContract to build a Bastille\nWhich set the revolution back five years\nCool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat?\n\nPeace wanted to start the revolution on Tuesday\nShe was in a pissed-off mood\nHer tax return didn\'t come in time for the rent\nBut they showed the We Are the World video\nOn cable that evening\nAnd we all held hands\nAnd cried to stop from laughing\nAnd our anger subsided\nLooking back, it could\'ve been a plot\nBut there are more substantive plots to expose\nThan the We Are the World conspiracy\n\nNow we wait for the rain to stop\nAll forces on the alert\nSome in Brooklyn basements\nPacked in between booming speakers\nListening to Shabba Ranks and Arrested Development\nBogling and doing the east coast stomp\nGargling with Bacardi and Brown Cow\nBreaking that monotony with slow movements -\nSlow, hip-grinding movements\nWith the men breathing in the women\'s ears to\nEarth Wind & Fire\'s Reasons\nAnd wondering what the weather will be like\nNext weekendEmbed', 'default'",0 -2950,Beulah___What_Will_You_Do_When_Your_Suntan_Fades,sad,"""What Will You Do When Your Suntan Fades? [Verse 1]\nThis is gonna hurt, kid\nYou better hold on tight, you know\nAll those drugs you take\nCannot help you save your soul\nSmile a Sunday smile, kid\nYou're fragile as a scene, you know\nAll those things you have\nWill not make you come undone\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you're in the shade\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you start to fade\n[Verse 2]\nWho's your only friend, kid?\nThere's no one else, you know\nAll those girls you love\nDoesn't mean you feel a thing\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you're in the shade\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you start to fade\n\n[Bridge]\nSoftly sway, or have you lost your way?\nWell, I could give you a map\nBut you know you'd have to stay\nYou could quit the fight or you can say goodnight\nWell, if you think it's a joke\nThen why do you always cry?\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you're in the shade\nTell me, tell me you'll be alright when you start to fade\n\n[Outro]\nHave you heard?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer's gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer's gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer's gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer's gone?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?",1 -5506,Civil_Twilight___Letters_From_The_Sky,sad,"""Letters from the Sky One of these days the sky's gonna break\nAnd everything will escape and I'll know\nOne of these days the mountains\nAre gonna fall into the sea and they'll know\nThat you and I were made for this\nI was made to taste your kiss\nWe were made to never fall away\nNever fall away\n\nOne of these days letters are gonna fall\nFrom the sky telling us all to go free\nBut until that day I'll find a way\nTo let everybody know that you're coming back\nYou're coming back for me\nCause even though you left me here\nI have nothing left to fear\nThese are only walls that hold me here\nHold me here, hold me here, hold me here\nOnly walls that hold me here\n\nOne day soon I'll hold you like the sun holds the moon\nAnd we will hear those planes overhead\nAnd we won't have to be scared\nCause we won't have to be scared\nWe won't have to be, yeah, scared, no\n\n[You're coming back for me] X20 8 ",1 -8123,Elton_John___One_More_Arrow,happy,"""One More Arrow [Verse 1]\nHe said I want to grow up\nAnd look like Robert Mitchum\nAnd I hope that when I'm gone\nThere'll be some say that I miss him\nHe must have been romantic\nHe must have sensed adventure\nAnd I feel the steel of his strong will\nIn the frame around his picture\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd he's one more arrow flying through the air\nOne more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere\nWhere the days and nights blend into one\nAnd he can always feel the sun\nThrough the soft brown earth that holds him\nForever always young\n[Verse 2]\nHe could have been a boxer\nBut the fight game seemed so dirty\nWe argued once he knocked me down\nAnd he cried when he thought he'd hurt me\nStrictly from the old school\nHe was quiet about his pain\nAnd if one in ten could be that brave\nI would never hate again\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nOne more arrow [3x]\nForever always youngSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149",0 -1466,Annie_Lennox___Fingernail_Moon,sad,"""Fingernail Moon Fingernail moon... up in the sky\nCome out and see me\nSee me some time\nCuz I'm here alone\nStuck in the blue\nNo distance between us\nBetween me and you\nI've got nothing to hide\nI got nothing to loose\nYou'll be by my side\nC'mon tell me the truth...\nBlah blah blah...\nYou cut like a knife\nIt does me no favors...\nStay out of my sight\nBlah like glass\nAll ancient and new\nOhhh... blah blah between us\nBetween me and you\nThere's no need to be shy\nThere's no need to be scared\n\nI need you tonight\nCome on out if you dare\n\nI'm just a girl with ma feet on the ground\nI'm just a girl with ma head going round\nI feel so sad\nSomething unsettling out of ma skin\nI don't know the reason or were to begin\nCalling the circles I found ma self in\nI want to reach out and touch you ma sweet\nCircle you...\nUp in the sky\nCome out and see me\nSee me some time\nCuz I'm here alone\nAfter all I've been through\nWere the distance between us\nBetween me and you\nIt don't matter how long\nIt don't matter how far\nI'll need you tonight\nUnder the stars",1 -5710,Coldplay___We_Never_Change,calm,"""We Never Change [Verse 1]\nI wanna live life and never be cruel\nI wanna live life and be good to you\nAnd I wanna fly and never come down\nAnd live my life and have friends around\n\n[Chorus]\nWe never change, do we? No, no\nWe never learn, do we?\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nI wanna live life and always be true\nAnd I wanna live life and be good to you\nI wanna fly and never come down\nAnd-a live my life and have friends around\n[Chorus]\nWe never change, do we? No, no\nWe never learn, do we?\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nWhere making more friends would be easy\nOh, and I don't have a soul to save\nYes, and I sin every single day\n\n[Chorus]\nWe never change, do we?\nWe never learn, do we?\n\n[Outro]\nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nWhere making more friends would be easy\nI wanna live where the sun comes outSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 16 ",2 -3107,Billy_Bragg___Sexuality,happy,"""Sexuality Sexuality\n\nI've had relations with girls from many nations\nI've made passes at women of all classes\nAnd just because you're gay I won't turn you away\nIf you stick around I'm sure that we can find some common ground\n\nChorus:\nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nA nuclear submarine sinks off the coast of Sweden\nHeadlines give me headaches when I read them\nI had an uncle who once played for Red Star Belgrade\nHe said some things are really best left unspoken\nBut I prefer it all to be out in the open\n\nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nSexuality - Don't threaten me with misery\nSexuality - I demand equality\n\nI'm sure that everybody knows how much my body hates me\nIt lets me down most every time and makes me rash and hasty\nI feel a total jerk before your naked body of work\n\nI'm getting weighed down with all this information\nSafe sex doesn't mean no sex it just means use your imagination\nStop playing with yourselves in hard currency hotels\nI look like Robert De Niro, I drive a Mitsubishi Zero\n\nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nSexuality - Come eat and drink and sleep with me\nSexuality - We can be what we want to be 1 ",0 -4189,Brendan_Benson___Im_Easy,happy,"'I’m Easy I\'m easy\nJust a couple of words\nThat you\'ve got to say and it frees me\nFrom your powerful eyes when they seize me\nAnd you said, ""You\'re never gonna make it""\n""Boy, you\'ll never make it alone""ooooohah\n\nYou\'re crazy\nAnd the way that you\'re talking\nNo you never cease to amaze me\nYou say lackadaisical I say lazy\nBut somehow you\'re gonna make it\nYou\'re gonna gonna go it alone\nOh but, something\'s wrong\nSomething\'s wrong now, oh no\nI slow down\nI don\'t know why, oh no\n\nAnd then I grew up\nI let it go for too long\nNow let me explain I never grew up\nI think that I might have a shoe up\nDon\'t make me call my crew up or beat you up\n\nNow you\'re gritty\nYou\'re starting to glow\nYou\'d like me to know that you\'re witty\nLet me remind you it\'s just the beginning\nThere\'s still more time left and I think that I just might take you\n\nOh but, something\'s wrong\nSomething\'s wrong now, oh no\nI slow down\nI don\'t know why, oh no\nOh no\n\nAnd if it means that much to you\nI\'ll take the steps, I\'ll follow through\nI know you have concerns about me\nI\'m all locked up and I\'ve lost the key\nYou\'re the one I aim to please\n I\'ll set your mind at ease\nNow I\'m reeling\nI\'m climbing the walls\nAnd I\'m pacing the floor to the ceiling\nI\'m waiting for some special feeling\n\nAnd I\'m still waiting\nFor this red light to change\nTo bright aqua green it\'s frustrating\nI\'m deliberately deliberating\n\nWondering, are you exceeding me?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?Embed', 'default'",0 -4405,Brooks__Dunn___The_Long_Goodbye,happy,"'The Long Goodbye [Verse 1]\nI know they say if you love somebody, you should set them free\nBut it sure is hard to do, it sure is hard to do\nI know they say if you don\'t come back again, then it\'s meant to be So they say\nThose words don\'t pull me through, \'cause I\'m still in love with you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI spend each day here waitin\' for a miracle\nBut it\'s just you and me goin\' through the mill, climbin\' up a hill\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is the long goodbye\nSomebody tell me why\nTwo lovers in love can\'t make it\nJust what kind of love keeps breakin\' a heart?\nNo matter how hard I try\nI always make you cry\nCome on, baby, it\'s over, let\'s face it\nAll that\'s happenin\' here is a long goodbye\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes I ask my heart, ""Did we really give our love a chance?"" Just one more chance\nBut I know without a doubt, we turned it inside out\nAnd if we walked away, would it make more sense?\nBut it tears me up inside just to think we could still try\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHow long must we keep runnin\' on a carousel?\nGoin\' \'round and \'round and never gettin\' anywhere, on a wing and prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is the long goodbye\nSomebody tell me why\nTwo lovers in love can\'t make it\nJust what kind of love keeps breakin\' a heart?\nNo matter how hard I try\nI always make you cry\nCome on, baby, it\'s over, let\'s face it\nAll that\'s happenin\' here is a long goodbye\n\n[Outro]\nLong goodbye\nOh-oh, oh\nLong goodbye\nOh, it\'s a long goodbye, it\'s a long goodbyeSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 Embed', 'default'",0 -1925,Ashlee_Simpson___Rule_Breaker,happy,"""Rule Breaker [Intro]\nUmm, excuse me but, uh, is thing on?\n\n[Verse 1]\nI've got a boyfriend\nHe likes to fight a lot\nWe got a lot of common and he thinks I f— rock\nWe like to break rules\nBoth got tattoos\nWe tend to smash things\nAnd we like to scream like Ah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou don't want no problems\nYou ain't got no beef Ah\nYou don't want no problems\nYou ain't got no beef\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one\n\n[Chorus]\nI just wanna color outside the lines\nI've been reprimanded about a thousand times\nI'm a, rule breaker\nYou know that I'm a, rule breaker\n\n[Verse 2]\nS-s-s-some say I'm a black sheep\n'Cause I like to sleep late\nWake up 'round three o'clock\nDrink until my tummy ache Uh\nFeels I'm a rebel\n'Cause I keep making trouble\nGet here on the double 'fore I break a little sun'thin', like AH\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou-you-you-you don't want no problems\nYou ain't got no beef No\nAh You better keep quiet if you want your teeth\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one Uh-uh\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one\n [Chorus]\nI just wanna color outside the lines\nI've been reprimanded about a thousand times\nI'm a, rule breaker\nYou know that I'm a, rule breaker\nI know you are, but what am I?\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm daddy's little girl\nBundle of kisses\nI'm just a princess\nLittle miss perfect\nEveryone knows it\nBut that's another day\nThere's rules to break, yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one I ain't goin' for you\nI don't wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain't going home for no one No one\n[Outro]\nI know the grass is greener on the other side\nYou-you-you-you don't want no problems\nYou ain't got no beef\nI know they tell you that you've got this pretty face\nYou-you-you-you don't want no problems\nYou ain't got no beef2 ",0 -2733,Belle__Sebastian___Funny_Little_Frog,happy,"""Funny Little Frog [Verse 1]\nHoney, lovin' you is the greatest thing\nI get to be myself and I get to sing\nI get to play at being irresponsible\nI come home late at night and I love your soul\nI never forget you in my prayers\nI never have a bad thing to report\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're my picture on the wall\nYou're my vision in the hall\nYou're the one I'm talking to\nWhen I get in from my work\nYou are my girl and you don't even know it\nI am livin' out the life of a poet\nI am the jester in the ancient court\nYou're the funny little frog in my throat\n[Verse 2]\nMy eyesight's fading, my hearing's dim\nI can't get insured for the state I'm in\nI'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights\nAt the party at the club on a Saturday night\nBut I don't get disapproving from my girl\nShe gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're my picture on the wall\nYou're my vision in the hall\nYou're the one I'm talking to\nWhen I get in from my work\nYou are my girl and you don't even know it\nI am livin' out the life of a poet\nI am the jester in the ancient court\nAnd you're the funny little frog in my throat\n\n[Verse 3]\nI had a conversation with you at night\nIt's a little one-sided, but that's alright\nI tell you in the kitchen about my day\nYou sit on the bed in the dark changing places\nWith the ghost that was there before you came\nYou've come to save my life again\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 [Verse 4]\nI don't dare to touch your hand\nI don't dare to think of you in a physical way\nAnd I don't know how you smell\nYou are the cover of my magazine\nYou're my fashion tip, a living museum\nI'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays\nI'll maybe tell you all about it someday4 ",0 -962,Altan___Ten_Thousand_Miles,calm,"""Ten Thousand Miles Fare you well, my own true love\nFarewell for a while\nI am going away but I'll be back\nIf I go ten thousand miles\n\nTen thousand miles, my own true love\nTen thousand miles or more\nAnd the rocks may melt and the seas may burn\nIf I no more return\n\nOh don't you see yon lonesome dove\nSitting on yon ivy tree\nShe is weeping for her own true love\nAs I shall weep for mine\nOh come back, my own true love\nAnd stay a while with me\nIf I had a friend all on this earth\nYou have been a friend to me",2 -2748,Belle_and_Sebastian___The_Boy_With_The_Arab_Strap,happy,"""The Boy with the Arab Strap [Verse 1]\nA mile and a half on a bus takes a long time\nThe odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by\nDay upon day of this wandering gets you down\nNobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town\n\n[Verse 2]\nHovering silence from you is a giveaway\nSqualor and smoke's not your style\nI don't like this place\nWe better go\nThen I compare notes with your older sister\nI am a lazy git, she is as pure as the cold driven snow\n[Chorus]\nWhat did you learn from your time\nIn the solitary cell of your mind?\nThere was noises, distractions from anything good\nAnd the old prison food\nColour my life with the chaos of trouble\n'Cause anything's better than posh isolation\nI missed the bus\nYou were laid on your back with the boy with the arab strap\nWith the boy from the arab strap\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's something to speak of the way you are feeling\nTo crowds there assembled\nDo you ever feel you have gone too far?\nEveryone suffers in silence a burden\nThe man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton\nThe Asian man with his love/hate affair\nWith his racist clientele\n\n[Verse 4]\nA central location for you is a must, as you stagger\nAbout making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts\nWe all know you're soft 'cause we've all seen you dancing\nWe all know you're hard 'cause we've all saw you drinking\nFrom noon until noon again\nYou're the boy with the filthy laugh\nYou're the boy with the arab strap\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 [Verse 5]\nStrapped to the table with suits from the Shelter shop\nComic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches\nAnd sets off the smoke alarm\nWhat do you make of the cool set in London?\nYou're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks\nShe's a waitress and she's got style\nSunday bathtime could take a while2 ",0 -1632,Aphex_Twin___Taking_Control,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -1480,Annihilator___Torn,anger,"""Torn The seeds of my life have been planted\nBuried deep within\nMy veins are like the deepest roots\nMy darkest sins\nAll my thoughts are cast in stone\nA castle I have built\nIt's walls have just begun to crack\nI am full of guilt\n\nOver and over the nightmare never ends\nI have been ripped, I have been torn\nOver and under, to hell and back again\nThe demon deep inside reborn\nThe time has come for me to conquer\nEverlasting rage\nTo free me from my suffering\nBreak me from my cage\n\nI have searched deep within\nDown in my soul\nI have found myself, myself\nI have found\n\nA restitution for my sins\nThis castle I've rebuilt\nThe walls are now unshakable\nI am free of guilt",3 -5285,Chloe_Agnew___Jesu_Joy_of_Mans_Desiring,calm,"""Jesu Joy Of Man’s Desiring Jesu, joy of man's desiring\nHoly wisdom, love most bright\n\nDrawn by Thee, our souls aspiring\nSoar to uncreated light\n\nWord of God, our flesh that fashioned\nWith the fire of life impassioned\nStriving still to truth unknown\nSoaring, dying round Thy throne",2 -6067,Cult_Of_Luna___Leave_Me_Here,sad,"""Leave Me Here Out of a secret longing\nThey know their way from here\nOut of a growing dream\nThey follow the road we create\n\nI see what I've cut behind me\nLost on the bottom, you often found me there\nFalse conscience is beyond me\nLost in the backwoods, I lie open to you here\nJust leave me here\nThese men are running hard\nBut you keep down your voices\nLiving only to judge heavy\nAll mysteries aside, there was a truth outside\n\nLeave me here and I'm born again\nLeave me here in this void again\nNow I am open, left for dead\nJust like salvation comes in the end 1 ",1 -7998,Ella_Fitzgerald___Blue_Moon,sad,"""Blue Moon Blue Moon\nYou saw me standing alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\nBlue Moon\nYou know just what I was there for\nYou heard me saying a prayer for\nSomeone I really could care for\n\nAnd then there suddenly appeared before me\nThe only one my arms will hold\nI heard somebody whisper please adore me\nAnd when I looked to the Moon it turned to gold\nBlue Moon\nNow I'm no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\n\nAnd then there suddenly appeared before me\nThe only one my arms will ever hold\nI heard somebody whisper please adore me\nAnd when I looked the Moon had turned to gold\n\nBlue moon\nNow I'm no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\n\nBlue moon\nNow I'm no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own 1 ",1 -9553,French_Kicks___When_You_Heard_You,happy,"'When You Heard You Put out my hand put out your waterin\' eyes\nWhen I have seen better ways to waste my time\nPut out my hand put out your waterin\' eyes\nOh why I have seen better ways to waste some time\nAnd when you heard you\nTroubled with some compliment\nAnd you tried not to whine\nNot to feel already spent\nAnd it\'s true look at you\nIn the midnight hour now and it you said\n""Oh oh do we have a good thing going yet?""\nPut out your hand put out your ??? I know\nWithout some violence you won\'t want to slow\nLet out your hand let out your mind I know oh oh\nWhen nothing else can make you so slow\nPain is a fire gone\nHanging on and on\nWild times with the latest one\nPain is a fire gone\nOhhh Embed', 'default'",0 -3254,Björk___Cetacea,calm,"'Cetacea Into pattern\nFlowing blood\nGiving form\n\nIn every part\nThe whole you see\n\nInto pattern\nFlowing blood\nGiving form\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you\n\nNature conspires to help youSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 7Embed', 'default'",2 -5923,Cracker___Another_Song_About_The_Rain,sad,"""Another Song About the Rain Wind of fate has pried us loose\nLight of mercy hurts my eyes\nIs it worth the things you lose\nTo board the train and watch the sky\n\nI sing myself to sleep at night\nI sing myself to sleep\n\nAnother song about the rain\nComing down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain\nGot a line straight from my heart\nAnother time it went to you\nAnother place we were smart\nBefore the flood and time was through\n\nI sing myself to sleep at night\nI sing myself to sleep\n\nAnother song about the rain\nComing down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain\n\nSorry now I never made you see\nSorry now sounds so far away\nWill our child cry for me\nWhen he hears the dragon's flame\n\nHighway flares make red the streets\nMy fingers spin the dial again\nBut every station's on to me, yeah\nAnother song about the rain\n\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Coming down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Never rained so viciously\nAnother song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain\nFades Out",1 -5600,Club_8___Whatever_You_Want,sad,"""Whatever You Want [Intro]\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\n\n[Verse 1]\nAm I okay here?\nI think you ought to know this\nAnother day\nNot unlike any other\nIt's been like this so long\n[Bridge]\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\n\n[Verse 2]\nAre you okay dear?\nI know I should have noticed\nA quiet day\nNot unlike any other\nIt's been like this so long\n\n[Chorus]\nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society\n\n[Bridge]\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\n\n[Verse 2]\nAm I okay dear?\nI think you want to know this\nDuties I leave\nNot to take on another\nAnd if I don't fall this night\nI will have to go along\nUnless something strange will happen\nThere's still something to be done\nThis story will go on for long\n [Chorus]\nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society\n\n[Chorus]\nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society\n\n[Outro]\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da ",1 -5614,Cock_Robin___Worlds_apart,happy,"""Worlds Apart Cock Robin - Worlds Apart\n\nNo such thing, I'm sure you've mistaken me\nIf I'm your man, then give a last embrace\nWish me well or help me solve this mystery\nI've taken my fill and packed it all into one suitcase\nAny other life\nAny other way\n\nDon't you worry about me\nOr try to change how things are\nYou've got to believe\nThat we're just worlds apart\nCan't talk now, and silence is too much to bear\nNo great loss, but everything to gain\nHere's your home, I can lay down anywhere\nAs time goes on, it seems like a fair exchange\nAny other life\nAny other way\n\nDon't you worry about me\nIt's all gone much too far\nYou've got to believe\nThat we're just worlds apart",0 -1994,At_The_DriveIn___Picket_Fence_Cartel,anger,"""Picket Fence Cartel [Intro]\nWe all become what we most dislike\nIn this picket fence cartel\n\n[Verse 1]\nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWhat have we become? Cycle all over again\nI filled the shoes 'til I was ten\nIn front of the classroom, in front of my peers\nThat day will always be remembered\nIt was etched in tears\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\n[Chorus]\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\n\n[Verse 2]\nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWhat will I become when it's my turn again?\nWill it hurt me more than it hurts them?\nScotch tape the volume of my mouth\nWithhold the expression that I wasn't allowed\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nSaid daddy taught well at the end of his belt\n\n[Chorus]\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\n\n[Bridge]\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nI said, daddy taught well\nNothing left to tell\nCome on, come on, come on\nCome on\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nCome on\n [Outro]\nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike ",3 -5071,Celtic_Frost___Procreation_Of_The_Wicked,sad,"""Procreation Of the Wicked [Verse 1]\nYou are blind\nDeny the sun and light\nWhose are the objections\nFrom where come the doubts\n\n[Chorus]\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked\n\n[Verse 2]\nSerenades of opposition\nAbsurdity, humans fate and hope\nTrue reflections of community\nProcreation of the gods and lords\n[Chorus]\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked\n\n[Verse 3]\nCain and Abel's love and death\nLove and hate is what we are\nDagger and grail are\nFallen off the altar\n\n[Chorus]\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked\n\n[Ad-Lib]\nOf the wicked\n\n[Verse 4]\nIf god raised the abyss\nYou'd procreate your own\nAbolism of death is\nAbolism of life\n\n[Ad-Lib: Demonic Voice]\nI've killed this old man, because he limped\nI've done it because he shouldn't have to do it\n [Chorus]\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation1 ",1 -862,Alison_Moyet___Steal_Me_Blind,sad,"""Steal Me Blind Well my friends I feel it's time\nTo reassess the situation and decide what's mine\nEvery time you steal me blind\nWith no consideration for the way I feel inside\n\nAnd you just look at me like you don't understand\nHow could we, how could we let it get so out of hand\n\nDon't steal me blind\n\nYou my friends would bleed me dry\nAnd with no hesitation you would pass me by\nAnd you keep telling me that you don't understand\nWhat's the use there's no point in building on sand\nDon't steal me blind\n\nWell my friends I feel it's time\nThere's a fortune in friendship",1 -3118,Billy_Bragg___TRUST,sad,"""Trust He's already been inside me\nAnd he really didn't say\nAnd I really didn't ask him\nI just hoped and prayed\n\nHe's already been inside me\nAnd I really don't feel well\nI keep looking in the mirror\nBut it's hard to tell\n\nWill he stay by me and take my hand\nAnd hold me till I sleep\nOr will he crumble and fall to the floor\nAnd weep\nOh feeble man, Oh evil man\nHe's already been inside me\nWould he have told me if he cared?\nI know I ought to find out\nBut I'm much too scared\n\nHe's already been inside me\nAnd I know it can't be good\nNothing feels\nThe way it should\n\nWill he hold me in his arms again\nAnd wipe away my tears\nOr has he already taken\nMy best years\nOh evil man, Oh feeble man",1 -1895,As_Cities_Burn___Errand_Rum,happy,"""Errand Rum [Verse 1]\nNo, I won't play that song\nTo hear you singing it back\nIt is all wrong\nIf I ever told the truth\nHe was never dead, at least not to you\nBut you still sing, you still do\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your head up for the world to spin around\n[Verse 2]\nOld friend we used to talk\nWhat we used to say, I can't recall\nWas I really listening?\nOr was I just waiting for my turn to talk?\nI got everything to say too\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your head up, baby soon I'll be around\n\n[Bridge]\nRound and round we go we go\nRound and round we go we go\nAnd round and round we go we go\nI know you hate the sound but baby I can't stop 'em\nRound and round we go\n\n[Chorus 2]\n[Chorus 3]\nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your hands out for what we can't pull down",0 -1360,Angus__Julia_Stone___All_Of_Me,calm,"""TranslationsPortuguêsAll of Me [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1: Julia Stone]\nIs there a cure for this pain?\nMaybe I... I should have something to eat\nBut food won't take this emptiness away\nI'm hungry for you my love\n\nWell I made it through another day\nIn my cold room\nOn scraps and pieces left behind\nI survive on the memory of you\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I need\n\n[Verse 2: Julia Stone]\nIs there a remedy for waiting\nFor love's victorious return?\nIs there a remedy for hating\nEvery second that I'm without you?\n\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I need\n\n[Verse 3: Julia Stone]\nAll this life is all for love\nIt's the only road I'll choose\nAnd every street and avenue\nOnly one will lead me to you\n\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou're all I need\n [Outro: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nOne love, one love, one love\nOne love, one love, one love\nOne love ",2 -3421,Blackmail___Fast_Summer,sad,"""Fast Summer I'm just somebody else\nI'll do the things with a skill\nI'll do the things with a skill\nOf somebody else\n\nI'm just somebody else\nI'll do the things with a skill\nI'll do the things with a skill\nOf somebody else\n\nA gentle dream\nHas come to me\nAnd branded on my feet\nI cannot see\nA way to believe\nI hope you take the lead",1 -2379,Bad_Company___Silver__Blue_And_Gold,sad,"""Silver, Blue & Gold In the beginning, I believed every word that you said\nNow that you're gone my world is in shreds\nOh, you loved me and left me\nYou took all the things that I needed so bad\nI'm standing here wondering where is the love that I had?\nOh, give me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I'm told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\n\nIn the beginning, yeah\nThere was something of love that was mine\nNow that it's gone, whoa, I'm cryin'\nOh, the time that it takes for a love\nTo grow cold is a wonder to me\nI'm walkin' around with my head\nHangin' down, tell me where is she?\n\nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I'm told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\n\nDon't forsake me 'cause I love you\nDon't forsake me 'cause I love you\nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I'm told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I'm told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\nNow, give me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I'm told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue, yeah\n\nOh, don't forsake me 'cause I love you\nDon't forsake me 'cause I love you, yeah",1 -5357,Chris_Rea___Tell_Me_Theres_A_Heaven,calm,"""Tell Me There’s a Heaven The little girl she said to me\nWhat are these things that I can see\nEach night when I come home from school\nWhen mama calls me in for tea\nOh every night a baby dies\nAnd every night a mama cries\nWhat makes those men do what they do\nTo make that person black and blue\nGrandpa says their happy now\nThey sit with God in paradise\nWith angels' wings and still somehow\nIt makes me feel like ice\nTell me there's a heaven\nTell me that it's true\nTell me there's a reason\nWhy I'm seeing what I do\nTell me there's a heaven\nWhere all those people go\nTell me they're all happy now\nPapa tell me that it's so\n\nSo do I tell her that it's true\nThat there's a place for me and you\nWhere hungry children smile and say\nWe wouldn't have no other way\nThat every painful crack of bones\nIs a step along the way\nEvery wrong done is a game plan\nTo that great and joyful day\n\nAnd I'm looking at the father and the son\nAnd I'm looking at the mother and the daughter\nAnd I'm watching them in tears of pain\nAnd I'm watching them suffer\nDon't tell that little girl\nTell me\n\nTell me there's a heaven\nTell me that it's true\nTell me there's a reason\nWhy I'm seeing what I do\n Tell me there's a heaven\nWhere all those people go\nTell me they're all happy now\nPapa tell me that it's so ",2 -6851,Demians___Shine,sad,"""Shine Wake up\nAnd listen to the waves\nIs there a word\nThat could wash away your tears at your will?\n\nStand up\nAnd listen to the wind\nIs there a moment\nYou can sit down and stay still?\n\nNow lay down\nAnd feel your life leaving\nIs there a heart that could beat by your side\nIf you can't believe in yourself?\nIn you ... and what lies beneath\nYou ... in truth ... and what lies underneath\nThere's no need to learn anything\nNo need to forget anything\nYou never listened anyway\n\nThere's no need to learn any song\nTake my hand and we'll carry on\nRemember what you wished to be\n\nNow we're going home\n\nThere's no need to learn anything\nNo need to forget anything\nRemember what you wished to be\nAnd now we're going home",1 -4093,Brand_New___Me_vs_Maradona_vs_Elvis,sad,"""Me vs Maradona vs Elvis With one or two, I get used to the room\nWe go slow when we first make our moves\nBy five or six, bring you out to the car\nNumber nine with my head on the bar\nAnd it's sad but true, out of cash and IOUs\n\nI got desperate desires and unadmirable plans\nMy tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent\nBring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold\nMy sober straight face gets you out of your clothes\nAnd they're scared that we know all the crimes they'll commit\nWho they'll kiss before they get home\n[Chorus]\nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say\n\nBarely conscious in the door where you stand\nYour eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands\nYou laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute\nI almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do\nAnd your hair smells of smoke\nWho will cast the first stone?\nYou can sin or spend the night all alone\n\nBrass buttons on your coat hold the cold\nIn the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone\nYou're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start\nIf you let me have my way, I swear, I'll tear you apart\nCause it's all you can be\nYou're a drunk, and you're scared\nIt's ladies night, all the girls drink for free\n\n[Chorus]\nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say\nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say 12 ",1 -8249,Eminem___Beautiful,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -6008,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Born_To_Move,happy,"""Born to Move Every day I'm going to strut that stuff\nWhen the music's loud I can't get enough\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on feet, Teach yourself to move\n\nPeople shuffling up and down again\nUnhappy faces ain't going to get you in\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on people, Teach yourself to move\nHey, hey! Hey, all right!\n[Guitar Break]\n\nSpread the news, we're going to have some fun\nLet it go, moving son-of-a-gun\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on feet, We was born to move\nHey, hey, Lord! Come on, move it, now boy!\n\n[Solo till end]",0 -6326,Dan_Le_Sac_vs_Scroobius_Pip___Thou_Shalt_Always_Kill,happy,"'Thou Shalt Always Kill [Verse 1: Scroobius Pip]\nThou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim\nThou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets\nThou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain\nThou shalt not think any male over the age of thirty that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile; some people are just nice\nThou shalt not read NME\nThou shalt not stop liking a band just because they\'ve become popular\nThou shalt not question Stephen Fry\nThou shalt not judge a book by its cover\nThou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover\nThou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products\nThou shalt not buy Nestlé products\nThou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend\'s best friend, take drugs, and cheat on him\nThou shalt not fall in love so easily\nThou shalt not use poetry, art, or music to get into girls\' pants... use it to get into their heads\nThou shalt not watch Hollyoaks\nThou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you\'ve done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick!\nThou shalt not return to the same club or bar week-in, week-out, just \'cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied that you\'re never gonna fucking talk to anyway\nThou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals, no matter how great they are or were\n[Verse 2: Scroobius Pip]\nThe Beatles were just a band\nLed Zeppelin, just a band\nThe Beach Boys, just a band\nThe Sex Pistols, just a band\nThe Clash, just a band\nCrass, just a band\nMinor Threat, just a band\nThe Cure, just a band\nThe Smiths, just a band\nNirvana, just a band\nThe Pixies, just a band\nOasis, just a band\nRadiohead, just a band\nBloc Party, just a band\nThe Arctic Monkeys, just a band\n""The next big thing"", just a band\n\n[Verse 3: Scroobius Pip]\nThou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English-speaking countries as to those that occur in English-speaking countries\nThou shalt remember that guns, bitches, and bling were never part of the four elements, and never will be\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nShalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not pimp my ride\nThou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster\nThou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness\nThou shalt not make some noise for Detroit\nWhen I say ""Hey"", thou shalt not say ""Ho""\nWhen I say ""Hip"", thou shalt not say ""Hop""\nWhen I say, ""He say, she say, we say, \'make some noise,\'"" kill me\nAh, I forgot where I was, hang on\n [Verse 4: Scroobius Pip]\nThou shalt not quote me happy\nThou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture\nThou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me\nThou shalt spell the word ""phoenix"" P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you\nThou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying, ""Izziiit?""\n\n[Outro: Scroobius Pip]\nThou shalt think for yourselves!\nAnd most importantly of all\nThou shalt always, thou shalt always... kill5Embed', 'default'",0 -7004,Devil_Sold_His_Soul___Hope,sad,"""Hope Give up everything for the chance\nFast becoming my final breath, my final breath\n\nRest\nRedemptions is in my heart And I know\nI know that we'll be just fine",1 -6149,Cyndi_Lauper___Right_Track_Wrong_Train,sad,"'Right Train, Wrong Track B-Side The train was leaving at 10 after 10\nI got to the station just in time to check in\nI\'ve been luggin\' my bags all around\nI\'m trying hard to never knock people down\nBut I see I left a few on the ground\nAnd as the train pulls away\nI can hear the conductor say\n\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nI\'m not to blame Not to blame\nRight track wrong train... train\nI read my schedule but my train wasn\'t there\nThey read my ticket, it said going nowhere\nEverybody had the same tatooed face\nAll the women and men just dressed in lace\nOh I gotta get out of this place\nShould got off before\nThe engineer locked the door\n\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nI\'m not to blame Not to blame\nRight track wrong train, train, train, train, hey!\n\n""Hey that\'s a neat tatoo you\'re\nWearing. By the way where\'d you get it?\nUh, huh. Say is this an express train?\nUh, huh\nSnack bar? Uh, huh. Uh, huh""\n\nSomething is happening so familiar to me\nIs this the Outer Limits like on TV?\nAnother empty town fading to gray\nAnother open home sign on the way\nHave a cup of coffee, have a nice day Hey!\nAnd as the train pushes off\nWe\'re headed for Babylon\n Oh no...\n\nRight track, wrong train, woah Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train\n\nOn the wrong train\nOn the right track\nWe don\'t know if she\'ll ever come back\n\nWhat train is this?\nSomething is happening so familiar to me\nIs this the Outer Limits like on TV?\nHave a cup of coffee, have a nice day, hey!\nRight track...Embed', 'default'",1 -5812,Copeland___Sleep,sad,"""Sleep Am I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nAm I alone?\nAm I staring into bright lights?\nHave I gone home?\n\nI must be dreaming that I'm sitting here\nOn someone else's throne\nAm I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nWon't you let me know?\n\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nAm I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nAm I alone?\nAm I following the lines on faces never shown?\n\nOh, I want to see your hairline and cheekbones\nYour red lips and cell phone\nWon't you let me know?\n\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?",1 -1160,Amy_Studt___Misfit,happy,"'Misfit [Verse 1]\nSo you think you got it all worked out\nYou got your hotpants on\nYou got your arse right out, you\nThink that you are something new and special\nAnd me and my drab-dress, we won\'t do at all\nI spent so long tryin\' to fit the prototype\nI kept slippin\' in the heels and I never got it right, oh\nWhat\'s the use? What\'s the point?\nYou\'ve got the wrong girl, oh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo you keep doing what you\'re doing down there\n\'Cause I\'ll be flying higher\nWaste your own time, I don\'t care\nAnything you can do, I can do better\n\n[Chorus]\nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut that\'s OK\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo you got your little groups and gangs\nYou got your VIP, your ""member-only""-things\nYour happy-clappys and your VC crew\nAnd if you get in their way, they got 10 on you\nAnd I don\'t wanna be in that game\nDon\'t wanna follow the leader, no way\nWhat\'s the use? What\'s the point?\nYou\'ve got the wrong girl\n [Pre-Chorus]\nSo you keep doing what you\'re doing down there\n\'Cause I\'ll be flying higher\nWaste your own time, I don\'t care\nAnything you can do, I can do better\n\n[Chorus]\nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\n\n[Bridge]\nSo what we don\'t look the same?\nSo what we don\'t, so what we don\'t?\nSo what I don\'t play your game?\nSo what I don\'t, so what I don\'t?\nSo what if I don\'t?\n\n[Chorus]\nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit Misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut that\'s OK1Embed', 'default'",0 -3124,Billy_Idol___Rat_Race,anger,"""Rat Race Wake me from my sleep\nA cautionary tale\nA walk in infancy\nA way to derail\nI wanted to be free\nAnd I wanted only you\nThe walls are falling down\n\nAnd somebody says\nAh give a little love\nGive a little love\nBut take your time\nChorus\nA private life\nC'mon now\nI said livin'\nGets to be\nJust like a rat race\nRat race\nC'mon\nI'm-a-read between the lines\nFierce struggler\nA natural one\nA tough job\nGets to be\nJust like a rat race\nRat race\nC'mon\nI'm locked up in myself\n\nCheck before rinsing\nCheck before we work\nChildproof the scene\nNo screams can be heard\nThe roof is caving in\nThe Space between our hearts\nThe walls are falling down\n And somebody says\nAh give a little love\nGive a little love\nTake your time\n\nSomebody sighs\nYes, a little love\nGive a little love\nBut take your time\n\nChorus\nIt's a rat, its a rat, its a rat race\nIt's a rat, it's a rat race\nIt's a rat, its a rat, its a rat race\nIt's a rat race\n\nAhh life\nLiving in a rat race\nC'mon\n\nHmm, life\nAre you living in a rat race?\nC'mon\nHere inside yourself\n\nChorus 2x\nI'm a locked up in myself\nI'm a locked up in myself ",3 -1187,Anastacia___Time,happy,"""Time [Intro]\nTime keeps runnin' away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on movin'\nOh, time, time\n\n[Verse 1]\nThey say timing is everything\nBut nothing you control\n'Cause there's always tomorrow\nBut tomorrow never knows\nIt's one day at a...\n[Chorus]\nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time, time\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd the journey of a lifetime\nWill begin with one step\nWhen you're climbing up that mountain\nIt's so easy to forget\nIt's one step at a...\n\n[Chorus]\nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nKeeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\n [Break]\nOh, time, oh\nCome on\nHah! Oh, I said now\n\n[Chorus]\nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nKeeps running away Time keeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nI said tomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what's left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nTime keeps running away, running away\nTime keeps running away\nTime ",0 -1341,Angie_Stone___Life_Goes_On,calm,"""Life Goes On Intro\nOne for the road\nCheck it\nKind of natural, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nLook at then and when you got caught up\nReminiscing 'bout the past\nDriving by on easy street\nThinking 'bout that we'd be here to last a long while\nAnd real talks, every night and then an argument\nBut all in all we both knew\nIf nothing else, our love was heaven sent\n[Chorus]\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy brother Petey would say\nIf you knew then like you know now\nWould you get down the way you get down\nWould you glorify, idolize\nFind the time, mystify 'bout life\nOh, why can't we be kinder\nJoy that's hard to find\nLord please give me a sign\nTo some of us here right now\nDon't think you'd ride on this thin ice\nWithout going down\n'Cause time is running out\nAnd will you be able to reach solid ground\nCan only sing the words\nIt's up to you to listen\nShow you the path to the garden\nYou got to follow me in\n\n[Chorus]\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\n [Outro: Spoken]\nHey boo, here's to thanking you\nFor all that we've been through Life goes on\nIt taught me how to love myself and now\nYou, and you I give my blessing\nAnd I hope and I thank God yeah\nThat's true for me and my boo\nOh, Lord Life goes on2 ",2 -2235,Ayo___What_Is_Love,happy,"'What Is Love? ""I love you"" is so easy to say\nBut so many times it doesn\'t mean a thing\n""I love you"" could everything\nAs long as we don\'t know what love is\nI think love is not in what we say, love is in what we do\nAnd when we say we love we\'ve got something to prove\n\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nI think love is nothing but the truth\nSomething inside of me, something inside of you\nLove is faith and loyalty\nLove is sharing, love is to believe\nI think that is what love could be\nAnd so much more \'cause love is deep, love is deep\n\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\n\nI think love can be bold, love can be bear\nLove can make you happy and lova can make you sad\nLove can break your heart and love can hear your soul\n\nI think love can be bold, love can be bear\nLove can make you happy and lova can make you sad\nLove can break your heart and love can hear your soul\n\nLove can die and... love can roll Embed', 'default'",0 -3860,Bon_Jovi___Bad_Medicine,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsBad Medicine [Chorus]\nYour love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain't no doctor that can cure my disease\nBad medicine\n\n[Verse 1]\nI ain't got a fever got a permanent disease\nIt'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy\nI got lots of money but it isn't what I need\nGonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me\nAnd I got all the symptoms count them, one, two, three\n[Pre-Chorus]\nFirst you need That's what you get for falling in love\nThen you bleed You get a little but it's never enough\nOn your knees That's what you get for falling in love\nAnd now this boy's addicted cause your kiss is the drug\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain't no doctor that can cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine\n\n[Verse 2]\nI don't need no needle to be giving me a thrill\nAnd I don't need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill\nI got a dirty down addiction, it doesn't leave a track\nI've got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back\nThere ain't no paramedic gonna save this heart attack\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen you need That's what you get for falling in love\nThen you bleed You get a little but it's never enough\nOn your knees That's what you get for falling in love\nNow this boy is addicted and your kiss is the drug\n [Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nSo let's play doctor, baby, cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine That's what I want\nBad, bad medicine That's what I need\n\n[Verse 3]\nI need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath\nYou're an all night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress\nWhen you find your medicine you take what you can get\n'Cause if there's something better baby well they haven't found it yet\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain't no doctor that can cure my disease\nYour love, bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nYour love's the potion that can cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine is what I want\nBad, bad medicine I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta\n[Breakdown]\nI gotta, I gotta\nI gotta do it again, wait a minute, wait a minute\nHold on\nI'm not done\nOne more time\nWith feeling\nCome on\nHelp me out now\n\n[Chorus]\nYour love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up just like bad medicine\nYou got the potion that can cure my disease\nYour love, bad medicine\nYour kiss is what I need\nYour love, bad medicine8 ",0 -7980,Elisa___Rock_Your_Soul,sad,"""Rock Your Soul The more I think the less I see\nWhen I'm able to walk I'm queen of my world\nI let it rain on my skin\nI don't let myself down, I don't let myself down\nJust wanna be one with you, I wanna be one with you\n\nThe more I think the less I do\nWhen I'm able to talk I'm queen of my world\nI let it rain on my skin\nI don't ask myself why, I don't ask myself why\nI wanna be one with you, I wanna be one with you\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\n\nI feel closer to the clouds\nI'm touching all the highest leaves\nOn top of the trees my desire's release\nSo we let it rain…\nOn our skin you're holding my hand I'm holding your life\n'N feel like I'm one with you, I'm one with you\n\nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\n\nI think I have to give you something more than words\nIs that something so I show you my dreams, to make 'em our dreams\nWon't you just be, for I'm what you see\n\nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nTogether with the sun, we shine all the way, together with the rain, we fall through the air…\n All I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\n\nTogether with the rain, and the sun, only with the rain, with the rain and the sun, with the sun, with the sun, with the sun... ",1 -1906,Asaf_Avidan__the_Mojos___Maybe_You_Are,happy,"'Maybe You Are They met when he was in a hospital\nHe whispered ""I ain\'t got no heart"" into the room\nShe said ""I\'ll make you smile again"" and made an airplane\nOut of some pretty words put in a spoon\nHe said ""I\'ll never see again...\nMy eyes are sorta twisted inwards, deep into my throat""\nShe said ""don\'t worry babe, I\'ll open up your jam\nI\'ll open up my pretty self"" and laid down on his road\nShe said ""how do you know? Maybe you are""\n\nShe peeled his skin away, so every day he\'d cry\nAnd in those tears he\'d lie to find some peace\n\nShe broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury\nShe\'d come together later piece by piece\n\nAnd it became a game they played, under the blankets\nIn the bed, pretending she was small and he was big\n\nShe became so small, he could lift her, body and heart and all\nHe held her up naked, she was just his fig\n\nShe said ""how do you know? Maybe you are"" 3Embed', 'default'",0 -3069,Bill_Withers___Lean_On_Me,sad,"""Lean on Me [Intro]\nHmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm hmm\n\n[Verse 1]\nSometimes in our lives, we all have pain\nWe all have sorrow\nBut if we are wise\nWe know that there's always tomorrow\n[Chorus]\nLean on me when you're not strong\nAnd I'll be your friend\nI'll help you carry on\nFor it won't be long\n'Til I'm gonna need\nSomebody to lean on\n[Verse 2]\nPlease swallow your pride\nIf I have things you need to borrow\nFor no one can fill\nThose of your needs\nThat you won't let show\n\n[Bridge]\nYou just call on me, brother, when you need a hand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\nI just might have a problem that you'll understand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\n\n[Chorus]\nLean on me when you're not strong\nAnd I'll be your friend\nI'll help you carry on\nFor it won't be long\n'Til I'm gonna need\nSomebody to lean on\n [Bridge]\nYou just call on me, brother, when you need a hand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\nI just might have a problem that you'll understand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf there is a load you have to bear\nThat you can't carry\nI'm right up the road\nI'll share your load\nIf you just call me\n\n[Outro]\nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me Call me, uhuh uhuh\nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me If you ever need a friend\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me32 ",1 -7110,Diana_Ross___Im_Watching_You,happy,"""I’m Watching You Hello baby, it's a long time\nI know you're here\nI feel you close to me\nSo much to say but\nMaking all the words\nI save them all inside\nThen I see you and they disappear\nLike leaves beneath the snow\nAnd life don't wait for everyone\nAnd yesterday, I let you go\nI'm watching you tonight\nAnd I waited for so long\nI've been living on your memory\nIn a world where we were one\nAnd you told me you could make it on your own\n\nI'm watching you tonight\nAnd it's making me cry\nWhen I lost you, I lost everything\nBut our love should never die\nNot mine, my love is born to be your love\nOh baby\nTo make history near you\nBut the moment when I see me in your eyes\nYou're gone, you're gone\n\nYou can say goodbye if you want to\nI love you but I'll try to understand\nBut in my soul I know it's meant to be\nTogether you and me\n\nBut I know you came to fade away\nLike voices in the wind\nAnd I wonder if you feel my love\nIt's stronger than it's ever been\n I'm watching you tonight\nAnd there's no other one\nAll the love we gave eternally\nNow it's dying in the sun\nNot mine, my love was born to be your love\nOh baby\nTo make history near you\nBut that moment when I see me in your eyes\nYou're gone, you're gone, you're gone ",0 -87,A_Perfect_Circle___Lullaby,sad,"'Lullaby [Verse: Maynard James Keenan]\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\n\n[Jarboe]\n[Non-lyrical vocals] Embed', 'default'",1 -7484,Downhere___Little_Is_Much,calm,"""Little Is Much What is the measure of a life well-lived\nIf all I can offer seems too small to give\nThis is a song for the weaker, the poorer\nAnd so-called failures\n\nLittle is much when God's in it\nAnd no one can fathom the plans He holds\nLittle is much when God's in it\nHe changes the world with the seeds we sow\nLittle is much, little is much\nWho feels tired and under-qualified\nWho feels deserted, and hung out to dry\nThis is a song for the broken, the beat-up\nAnd so-called losers\n\nConsider a Kingdom in the smallest seed\nConsider that giants fall to stones and slings\nConsider a child in a manger\nConsider the story isn't over\nWhat can be done with what you still have",2 -2683,Beirut___Postcards_From_Italy,sad,"'Postcards from Italy [Verse 1]\nThe times we had\nOh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow\nWere not all bad\nWe put our feet just where they had, had to go\nNever to go\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe shattered soul\nFollowing close but nearly twice as slow\nIn my good times\nThere were always golden rocks to throw\nAt those who, those who admit defeat too late\nThose were our times, those were our times\n[Verse 3]\nAnd I will love to see that day\nHer day is mine\nWhen she will marry me outside, with the willow trees\nAnd play the songs we made\nThey made me so\nAnd I would love to see that day\nHer day was mine 12Embed', 'default'",1 -6175,Cypress_Hill___Checkmate,anger,"""Checkmate [Intro: Sen Dog]\nBout to mash these niggas man\nDon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nHahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!\nHa! Yeah\n\n[Verse 1: Sen Dog]\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\nGot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere you get it shit, and I'mma grab it\nTurn around stares to your face and I jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\nCuttin niggas up like Muggs on the wheels\nFor reals, penetentiary steel\nPull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nFadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nBWOY, rudebwoy with me style\nI can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\n\n[Verse 2: B-Real]\nLook look punk, every way you get shook\nTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nLights get tooken, taken you for Satan\nYou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nFor the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together\nRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nOver the hills, through the city we come equipped\nTo the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nWhat I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nTo the new shit I bring, never the same hype\nSo PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\nYou could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77 [Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\n\nPeek-a-Boo, you fuck you!\n\n[Verse 3: Sen Dog]\nI'mma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\nI'mma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nAin't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nThe Westside of L.A., so whatever\nPunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nAnd elevate your frame, cause I want that\nBig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nWorth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n\n[Verse 4: B-Real]\nMy nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when\nWe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nStrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up, hack niggas up\nJack niggas up, hangin the wack niggas up\nSnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch-ass niggas with all the gimmicks\n[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\n\n[Outro: Sen Dog]\nCheckmate fool! ",3 -9165,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___White_Knuckles,anger,"'White Knuckles [Intro]\nOh, fuck it all!\n\n[Verse 1]\nSick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding\nFuck it all... Tired of feeling sick to my stomach\nDemons inside command me\nThey\'re saying, ""Crush it, break it, smash it\nFucking kill \'em all!""\nLaugh as it falls away\nI won\'t dodge another silver bullet\nJust to save a little face\n[Chorus 1]\nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions\n\n[Verse 2]\nHow many people really care?\nHow many will be standing?\nI\'ll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb\nRescue the world from slavery\nI want to torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin\' stomp it out\nLaugh as it blows away\nI won\'t eat another rotten apple\nThough I\'ve grown to like the taste\n\n[Chorus]\nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions\nI want you to hurt, want you to bleed\nI want you to look beyond your own face\nPast your infections\n\n[Bridge]\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 Smash it, burn it, break it, kill it\nFuck \'em all!\n\n[Chorus 1]\nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions\nI want you to hurt, want you to bleed\nI want you to look beyond your own face\nPast your infections1Embed', 'default'",3 -4072,Bran_Van_3000___Drinking_In_LA,happy,"'Drinking in L.A. [Intro]\n\n{Sara Johnston} Hi my name is stereo Mike\n{radio announcer} Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert\nHappening this Monday night at the Pacific Coliseum. You can all call in\nIf you want to answer a couple of questions, mainly \'what is Todd\'s\nFavorite cheese?\' Ah, Jackie just called in and said it was a type of\nRoquefort, whatever that is. Give us a ring-a-ding-ding. It\'s a beautiful day\n{Steve \'Liquid\' Hawley} Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-dinging. I\nWant those free Bran Van tickets man. Where you at... Todd...\n[James Di Salvo]\nI woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes\nWhen Mike came over with a script surprise\nA mafioso story with a twist\nA To Wong Fu-Julie Newmar Hitch\n""Get your ass out of bed!"" he said I\'ll explain it on the way\n\n[Sara Johnston] - singing\nBut we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day\nAnd I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nI got the fever for the flavour\nKnow the payback will be later\nStill I need a fix\n\n[James Di Salvo]\nAnd the girls on the bus kept laughing at us\nAs we rode on the 10 down to Venice again\nBlaring out the g-funk sipping on juice and gin\nJust me and a friend feeling kind of groovy workin\' on a movie yeah\nRight\n\n[Sara Johnston] - singing\nBut we did nothing, absolutely bupkis that day\nAnd I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nWith my mind on my money and my money on my BEER!\nI know that life is for the taking\nSo I better wise up and take it quick one more time at Trader Vic\'s\n [James Di Salvo]\nWhere some men there wanted to hurt us\nAnd other men said we weren\'t worth the fuss\nYou could catch \'em all bitching by the bar\nAbout the fine line between the rich and the poor\nThen Mike turned to me and said ""what you think we get done son?""\n\n[Sara Johnston] - singing\nWe found the conclusion and I guess that\'s something... right?\nSo I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nI got the fever for the nectar know the payback will be later\nStill I need a fix\nHell-A-L.A.! Hell hell-A.L.A REPEAT 3 times\nSo I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?1Embed', 'default'",0 -1184,Anastacia___Sick_and_Tired,happy,"""Sick and Tired [Intro]\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line\n\n[Verse 1]\nA little late for all the things you didn't say\nI'm not sad for you\nBut I'm sad for all the time I had to waste\n'Cause I learned the truth\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYour heart is in a place I no longer wanna be\nI knew there'd come a day I'd set you free\n'Cause I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\n\n[Chorus]\nYour love isn't fair\nYou live in a world where you didn't listen\nAnd you didn't care\nSo I'm floating, I'm floating on air\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nI'm on air\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo warning of such a sad song\nOf broken hearts\nMy dreams of fairytales and fantasies, o\nWere torn apart, oh-ooh\n [Pre-Chorus]\nI lost my peace of mind somewhere along the way\nI knew there come a time you'd hear me say\nI'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\n\n[Chorus]\nYour love isn't fair\nYou live in a world where you didn't listen\nAnd you didn't care\nSo I'm floating, I'm floating on air\n\n[Bridge]\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line\nMy love\n\n[Chorus]\nYour love isn't fair I said\nYou live in a world where you didn't listen\nAnd you didn't care\nSo I'm floating, I'm floating on air Oh, I'm, I'm on air\nYour love isn't fair Oh\nYou live in a world where you didn't listen\nAnd you didn't care\nSo I'm floating I'm floating, I'm floating on air I'm floating, I'm floating on air3 ",0 -549,Air___Once_Upon_A_Time,calm,"""Once Upon A Time No time before it's too soon\nNo time after it's too late\nTime's getting old, time's over now\nDon't try to be on time\nDon't try to run after time\nTime's getting on, time's over now\n\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime's getting on, time's over now\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime's getting on, time's over now\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime's getting on, time's over now\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI'm a little boy, you're a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime's getting on, time's over now",2 -3206,Bishop_Allen___Rain,happy,"""Rain Bed clothes, why am I in bed clothes?\nWatching out the window\nWatching what I don't know\nOn the fire escape now\nHands they start to shake now\nReady for the rail to break now\nAnd I'm awake at last awake\n\nCursing, rattling and cursing\nGo ahead and do your worst then\nYour worst that I can take\nOh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOh let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day\n\nMorning, where am I this morning?\nNow its really pouring\nCrawling up this shore\nAnd I walk the neighborhood\nAnd umbrella does no good\nAnd I guess its in my blood\nCouldn't stop the flood\n\nDrowning, everything is drowning\nGo ahead and take the town\nThe town is yours to take\n\nOh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOh let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day\n\nCalling, calling, falling, falling\nGrab on my guitar\nAnd paddle with both my arms\nHeaded where the voices are\nI'll end up far so far away\n Oh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOr let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day\n\nIts gotta get worse for a day\nIts gotta get worse for a day\nIts gotta get worse for a day\nI know\nIts gotta get worse for a day ",0 -8042,Elliott_Smith___Lets_Get_Lost,sad,"""Let’s Get Lost I've been outside\nInvited in\nBut I couldn't abide\nWent missing again\nBurning every bridge that I cross\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost\n\nI had true love\nI made it die\nI pushed her away\nShe said please stay\nBurning every bridge that I cross\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost\nWell I don't know where I'll go now\nAnd I don't really care who follows me there\nBut I'll burn every bridge that I cross\nAnd find some beautiful place to get lost\nAnd find some beautiful place to get lost 1 ",1 -3406,Blackfield___1000_People,sad,"""1000 People A thousand people yell\nShouting my name\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die\n\nAnd a thousand people smile\nSmiling at me\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die\n\nNo way to understand\nWhy I've become the way I am\nWhen the sky is filled with stars\nI find a place inside my heart\nSome people can take a blow\nAnd won't ever drop\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die\n\nShe will tell me she loves me\nAnd she won't ever stop\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die\n\nThe coldness in my soul\nAnd I reach out for her to hold\nThen I watch her close her eyes\nIt's only me that needs to cry\n\nAnd if I stay with you\nDo you believe that I'll pull through?\n\nNo way to understand\nWhy I've become the way I am\nWhen the sky is filled with stars\nI find a place inside my heart\n\nThen I watch her close her eyes\nIt's only me that needs to cry\n A thousand people yell\nShouting my name\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die ",1 -4736,Camera_Obscura___Eighties_Fan,sad,"""Eighties Fan [Verse 1]\nYou know, it really won't surprise me\nIf you're a wreck by the age of fourteen\nThe way you look, the way you look is fine\nSo often color-coordinated\nYour sister, she's an eighties fan\nThat's all right, have I told you? So is mine\n\n[Chorus]\nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\n[Verse 2]\nDrinking vodka around the fire\nYour mother has a watchful eye\nSo look out, kid, she's onto you this time\nRun away to a bed and breakfast\nConsole yourself with the Reader's Digest\nRinging the Yellow Pages all alone\n\n[Chorus]\nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\nNo, they never do\n\n[Chorus]\nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\nNo, they never do\n\n[Outro]\nI'm gonna tell you something good about yourself\nI'll say it now and I'll never say it about no one else\nI'm gonna tell you something good about yourself\nI'll say it now and I'll never say it about no one else\nAbout no one else",1 -4660,Cake___Jesus_Wrote_a_Blank_Check,happy,"""Jesus Wrote a Blank Check Jesus wrote a blank check\nOne I haven't cashed quite yet\nI hope I got a little more time\nI hope it's not the end of the line\nYeah, Jesus wrote a blank check\nAh, one I haven't cashed yet, all right\nWell, if I had to choose a number\nI'd want it to be number one\nI don't want to be number two\nYeah, I don't want to be number four\nYeah, but I can hear a knock on the door\nJesus wrote a blank check, all right\nIf Jesus saw me dying\nWould angels come a-flying down?\nI hope I got a little more time\nI hope somebody lends me a dime\nNow, Jesus wrote a blank check\nAh, one I haven't cashed yet, uh-huh\n\nStill I build my towers high\nI watch them pierce the blue, blue sky\nStill I wallow in the mire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\n\nStill I build my towers high\nI watch them pierce the blue, blue sky\nStill I wallow in the mire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\n\nAh, still I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire",0 -2726,Belle__Sebastian___Your_Secrets,happy,"""Your Secrets To step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI'll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now for us to keep our secret\n\nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll you ever do is run and hide\nYou can keep it inside\nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll I have to do is let it ride\nI can keep it inside\nBut if it's as it seems, and I keep having dreams\nAbout the two of us, then it's obvious\nYou should stop treating me like I was just a child\nYou should start treating me like I was just as wild as you\nTo step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI'll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now if for us keep our secret\n\nWe could be a little closer\nThe mystery you're trying to preserve\nYou don't need in reserve\nWe should be a little closer\nIntimacy has the greater charm\nAnd it would do no harm\nTo give a little way, oh please stop holding sway\nYou could even read me your poetry\nIf you could stop treating me like I was just a child\nStart treating me like I was just as wild as you\nStop treating me like I was just a childSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0 -8022,Ellie_Goulding___Guns_And_Horses,happy,"""Guns and Horses [Verse 1]\nYou're so quiet\nBut it doesn't faze me\nYou're on time\nYou move so fast, makes me feel lazy\nLet's join forces\nWe've got our guns and horses\nI know you've been burned\nBut every fire is a lesson learned\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI left my house, left my clothes\nDoor wide open, heaven knows\nYou're so worth it, you are\n[Chorus]\nBut I wish I could feel it all for you\nI wish I could be it all for you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you'd feel the same\nI'd do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would\n\n[Verse 2]\nLet's type words\n'Cause they amount to nothing\nPlay it down\nPretend you can't take what you've found\nBut you found me\nOn a screen you sit at permanently\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI left my house, left my clothes\nDoor wide open, heaven knows\nYou're so worth it, you are\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I wish I could feel it all for you\nI wish I could be it all for you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you'd feel the same\nI'd do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would\n [Bridge]\nIt's time to come clean\nAnd make sense of everything\nIt's time that we found out who we are\n'Cause when I'm standing here in the dark\nI see your face in every star\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I wish I could feel it all for you For you\nI wish I could be it all for you For you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you'd feel the same\nI'd do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would\n\n[Outro]\nI'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you\nI'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you\nI'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you\nI'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you5 ",0 -4264,Bright_Eyes___Neely_OHara,sad,"""Neely O’Hara [Verse 1]\nIn the morning\nWhen you throw up water\nAnd your skin turns a pale pale yellow\nWell everyday you lose more color\nDo you think that someone paints your mirror?\nDo you think that someone paints your mirror?\n\nAnd you think that things sound different\nAt the time when you speak\nWell there are visions much clearer\nThan these blurs that you see\n[Hook]\nAnd like Neely O'hara\nYou swallow your sleep\nAnd wake up in the morning\nTo find out you are not who you used to be\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou don't recognize the behavior\nOr the spelling of your name\nAnd the shape that is in the mirror\nWell you'd swear it is not the same\n\n[Hook]\nAnd like Neely O'hara\nYou swallow your sleep\nAnd you really can't remember\nBut you know you are not\nThink you are not\nNo you are not who you used to be 2 ",1 -5688,Coldplay___Strawberry_Swing,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -3779,Bob_Dylan___Youre_Gonna_Make_Me_Lonesome_When_You_Go,sad,"""You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go [Verse 1]\nI’ve seen love go by my door\nIt’s never been this close before\nNever been so easy or so slow\nI've been shooting in the dark too long\nWhen something’s not right, it’s wrong\nYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go\n\n[Verse 2]\nDragon clouds so high above\nI’ve only known careless love\nIt always just hit me from below\nBut this time 'round it’s more correct\nRight on target, so direct\nYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go\n[Verse 3]\nPurple clover, Queen Anne's lace\nCrimson hair across your face\nYou could make me cry, if you don’t know\nCan’t remember what I was thinking of\nYou might be spoilin’ me too much love\nYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go\n\n[Bridge 1]\nFlowers on the hillside blooming crazy\nCrickets talking back and forth in rhyme\nBlue river running slow and lazy\nI could stay with you forever and never realize the time\n\n[Verse 4]\nSituations have ended sad\nRelationships have all been bad\nMine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud\nBut there’s no way I can compare\nAll them scenes to this affair\nYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go\n\n[Bridge 2]\nYou're gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’\nStaying far behind without you\nYou're gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’\nYou're gonna make me give myself a good talking-to\n [Verse 5]\nI’ll look for you in old Honolulu\nSan Francisco or Ashtabula\nYou're gonna have to leave me now, I know\nBut I’ll see you in the sky above\nIn the tall grass, in the ones I love\nYou're gonna make me lonesome when you go7 ",1 -767,Alice_In_Videoland___Emily,happy,"""Emily The only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can't stand her any more than she can stand me\n\nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself\n\nGirls like her grow old alone\nWorking at some bar some uncle used to own\nShe always takes the early shift\nThat's to make it home in time to feed her cats\nShe's a real bad mother\nShe's a devil, don't be fooled\nEvery word she ever spoke was cruel 2x\n\nThe only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can't stand her any more than she can stand me\n\nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself\n\nThe only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can't stand her any more than she can stand me\n\nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself\n\nAll she does is a part of her act\nIf you turn around she'll stab you in the back\nShe leads you on and lies into your face\nBut I can see right through her a million miles away\n She's a real bad mother\nShe's a devil in disguise\nA real bad mother\nShe's a devil in disguise\n\nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nShe can stand me\n\nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself ",0 -4404,Brooks__Dunn___Brand_New_Man,happy,"""Brand New Man [Chorus]\nI saw the light I've been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, the whole town's talkin', 'bout the line I'm walkin'\nThat leads right to your door\nOh, how I used to roam\nI was a rolling stone\n[Verse 2]\nI used to have a wild side, they say a country-mile-wide\nI'd burn those beer joints down\nThat's all changed now\nYou turned my life around\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, I saw the light I've been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man\n\n[Verse 3]\nI used to love 'em and leave 'em, oh, I'd brag about my freedom\nHow no one could tie me down\nThen I met you\nNow my heart beats true\n\n[Verse 4]\nBaby you and me together, feels more like forever\nThan anything I've ever known\nWe're right on track\nI ain't looking back\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, I saw the light I've been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man\nSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 [Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, I saw the light I've been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, I saw the light I've been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man\n\n[Outro]\nYeah, I'm born to love again\nI'm a brand new man1 ",0 -7225,Dinosaur_Jr___Friends,happy,"""Friends [Verse 1]\nI need a hand, I need a hand\nCan you understand, I got no plan\nLooking for a new brochure\nJust staring in the sand\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn my defense, in my defense\nI feel intense, it all makes no sense\nI'm the one who runs in circles\nTell me how it went\n[Verse 3]\nI wanted you to make it slow\nI wanna have a hand to hold\nNow it's stuck in my throat\nWishing that I'd blow\n\n[Verse 4]\nI try and try and get nowhere\nI can't avoid and I can't stare\nIt's not my only thought\nBut I can't give it up\n\n[Verse 5]\nI've been away, I've been away\nI'd like to stay but can't get it straight\nI saw you running sideways\nSo I hope it's not to late\n\n\n[Verse 6]\nI wanted you to bring me there\nDrop me off, you know I'm scared\nNot sure what I can bring\nOr if it means a thing\n\n[Verse 7]\nI wondered what I couldn't think\nI was feeling my heart sink\nBut couldn't shake it off\nMind was going soft\n [Verse 8]\nIf you're here, if you're here\nAnd I cruise in fear then disappear\nEven if you don't see me\nI promise I'll be near\n\n[Verse 9]\nI wanted you to lose control\nI wanted you to hear my soul\nAnd jumble things I've strained\nAnd my goal wasn't reigned\n\n[Verse 10]\nI broke it up to have some space\nBut nothing's falling into place\nBut I can't get upset\n'Cause I can't get it yet ",0 -3729,Blutengel___Senseless_Life,sad,"""Sensless Life Remastered [Verse 1]\nYour heart is full of emotion\nYou can get your life through\nAll your sins come back to your mind\nAnd you feel oppressed violence\nYou can't find no way out\nOf this misery inside\nAnd you realize this night\nYou can't go back\n\n[Chorus]\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n'Cause you can't stand this endless pain\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n'Cause you can't stand this endless pain\n[Verse 2]\nYou're lying in your bed alone\nAnd you think of what you have done\nBut you're still running from your past\nWhile you hold the light in your hand\nThe black god speaks in your flesh\nBlood runs out of your heart\nAnd you realize this night\nYou will never ever come back\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n'Cause you can't stand this endless pain\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n'Cause you can't stand this endless pain",1 -4681,Cake___You_Part_the_Waters,happy,"""You Part the Waters You part the waters\nThe same ones that I'm drowning in\nYou lead your casual slaughters\nAnd I'm the one who helps you win\n\nYou've got your grand piano\nYou don't even play piano\nI'm the one who plays piano\nYou don't even play piano\n\nYou part the waters\nThe same ones that I'm thirsty for\nYou invite your friends to tea\nBut when it's me you lock the door\nYou've got your credit cards\nAnd you thank your lucky stars\nBut don't forget the ones who foot the bill\nYou've got your grand piano\nAnd you don't even play piano\nI'm the one who plays piano\nYou don't even play piano\nBut you part the waters",0 -8073,Elliott_Smith___Easy_Way_Out,sad,"'Easy Way Out [Verse 1]\nYou’ll take advantage ’til you think you’re being used\nCause without an enemy your anger gets confused\nAnd I got stuck on a side you know I never chose\nBut it’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere’s no escape for you, except in someone else\nAlthough you’ve already disappeared within yourself\nThe invisible man, who’s always changing clothes\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose\n[Bridge]\nWhile I watch you making mistakes\nI wish you luck, I really do\nWith the problem, with the puzzle\nWhatever’s left of you\n\n[Verse 3]\nI heard you found another audience to bore\nA creative thinker who imagined you were more\nA new body for you to push around and pose\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose 2Embed', 'default'",1 -6459,Darkseed___Walk_in_me,sad,"'Walk In Me My loveless eyes, they look on You\nThey break the crystal seas so blue\nA smile for which my feelings sigh\nThis pain could teach me how to cry\n\nYour heart once passed so desolate\nMust fly at least from ease to hate\nSo many summer flowers there\nSo many shadows love could share\n\nLove\'s image upon earth without it\'s wings\nI feel releaved when sorrow flows...\nMy days so few have passed away\nDark tree, still sad...\nGrasped in the holy land\nSo beautyful shy-dark eyes\nLast eve in beauty\'s circle\nLeft Your scattered shafts of light\n\nSleep at noon with branches overgrown\nI can\'t enliven dying men\n\'cause God takes back his gift\nBeat the twilight into flakes of fire\nGlow with the glow that slowly crimsoned all\n\n""through all my memory I found a way\nI walked in thoughts, today they walk in me"" Embed', 'default'",1 -58,A_Fine_Frenzy___Elements,sad,"""Elements You show up like a hurricane\nAll hungry-eyed and weather-stained\nThe clock forgets to tick and I the same\nI died the day you disappeared\nSo why would you be welcome here\nRide the wind that brought you back away\nNo you can't come in\nNo you can't come in\n\nI cannot stop my rebel hands\nFrom pulling out the pots and pans\nI left you in the cold until you shook\nYou're gentle now but I recall\nBoth tender fire and bitter squall\nA history so deep it hurts to look\nNo you can't come in\nNo you can't come in\nNo you can't, you can't come in\n\nIf the sea should swallow up my house\nI will turn the rooftop inside out\nAnd the wind will be wailing\nBut I will be sailing faster\nOh the elements I do not fear\nBut I fall apart when you appear\nCause you are the greatest\nThe greatest disaster\n\nIf the sea should swallow up my house\nI will turn the rooftop inside out\nAnd the wind will be wailing\nBut I will be sailing faster",1 -7782,Edyta_Gorniak___Soul_Boy,calm,"""Soul Boy Won't you be my soul boy\nWon't you be my soul\nThere's been no one like you\nTrusted and true\n\nI just wanna be loved by you\nJust wanna be loved by you\nLike a soul boy\n\nWon't you be my soul boy\nAnd take me as I am\nI had enough of bad dreams\nAnd one night stands, baby\nI just wanna be loved by you\nI want to be really loved by you\nLike a soul boy\n\nTake me as I am boy, hold me while you can\nThere's not a woman in the world\nLovin' you better than I do\nTake me as I am\nBe like a soul boy\n\nI don't wanna be with no one else\nI don;t wanna kiss no one else\nI want you to be ma soul boy\n\nNo more fighting and no more leaving\nIt ain't exciting and I quit believing\nThat you're my soul boy, soul boy, soul boy",2 -3989,Box_Car_Racer___I_Feel_So,sad,"""I Feel So [Verse 1]\nSometimes, I wish I was brave\nI wish I was stronger, I wish I could feel no pain\nI wish I was young, I wish I was shy\nI wish I was honest, I wish I was you, not I\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet's start over, let's start over\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes, I wish I was smart\nI wish I made cures for how people are\nI wish I had power, I wish I could lead\nI wish I could change the world for you and me\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet's start over, let's start over\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet's start over, let's start over\n\n'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet's start over, let's start over\n\n[Outro]\nLet's start over 4 ",1 -1557,AntiFlag___Got_The_Numbers,happy,"""Got the Numbers You push and push a people, what are they to do?\nSoon this corporate-run government will be through\nSee, it doesn't represent the people anymore\nBig business are the pimps and governments' their whores\n\nWe don't need more time to talk over a solution\nWe know what we need, we need a fucking revolution\n\nWe don't need your war machine\nOr your filthy blood stained dollars\nWe’ve got one thing you ain’t got\nWe’ve got, we've got, we've got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\n\nTo you the masses are not even human beings\nWe’re dogs that will be grateful for any scraps you leave\nBut even dogs will only put up with so much abuse\nKeep stealing from us like you are we're gonna let loose\n\nWe don't need more time to talk over a solution\nWe know what we need, we need a fucking revolution\n\nWe don't need your war machine\nOr your filthy blood stained dollars\nWe’ve got one thing you ain’t got\nWe’ve got, we've got, we've got the numbers\n\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers",0 -9360,Foo_Fighters___The_Pretender,happy,"""The Pretender [Intro]\nKeep you in the dark, you know they all pretend\nKeep you in the dark and so it all began\n\n[Verse 1]\nSend in your skeletons\nSing as their bones go marching in again\nThe need you buried deep\nThe secrets that you keep are at the ready\nAre you ready?\nI'm finished making sense\nDone pleading ignorance, that whole defense\nSpinning infinity, boy\nThe wheel is spinning me, it's never ending, never ending\nSame old story\n[Chorus]\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say that I'll never surrender?\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn time or so I'm told\nI'm just another soul for sale, oh well\nThe page is out of print\nWe are not permanent, we're temporary, temporary\nSame old story\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\n [Bridge]\nI'm the voice inside your head\nYou refuse to hear\nI'm the face that you have to face\nMirroring your stare\nI'm what's left, I'm what's right\nI'm the enemy\nI'm the hand that'll take you down\nBring you to your knees\nSo who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nKeep you in the dark, you know they all pretend\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others?\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?\nYou're the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\n[Outro]\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others? Keep you in the dark\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You know they all\nYou're the pretender Pretend\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I'm not like the others? Keep you in the dark\nWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You know they all\nYou're the pretender Pretend\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nSo who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?61 ",0 -2305,BT___Dreaming,happy,"""Dreaming [Chorus]\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\n\n[Verse 1]\nWalk with me\nThe future's at hand\nHere with us\nHere where we stand\nWe both know the power of pain\nWe get back up and start it again\nWith new hope, no place for tears\nLeave behind those frozen years\nCome with me and we'll go dreaming\n[Verse 2]\nWe don't know how it can be\nSearching out dignity\nNothing can be as savage as love\nOne taste is never enough\nWith new hope, no place for tears\nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream\n\n[Breakdown]\nDreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go\n\n[Chorus]\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\n\nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream\n\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\n [Breakdown]\nDreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go dreaming\nWe'll go\nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream\n\n[Chorus]\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe'll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe'll go dreaming ",0 -2567,Beach_House___Heart_of_Chambers,anger,"""Heart of Chambers [Verse 1]\nIn your heart of chambers\nWhere you sit\nWith your picture books\nAnd your ancient wit\nIn that nook I found you\nSo old and tired\nWould you be the one to carry me?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd like to be someone\nYou could finally learn to love again\n[Verse 2]\nMade our iron bed side\nCold as graves\nSo we stoke the organs\nThat make up the grace\nAnd they've conjured spirits\nTo make you smile\nWould you be my long time baby?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd like to be someone\nYou could finally learn to...\n\n[Bridge]\nWe've put our walls down at our sides\nLet's take the time to mend these smiles\nTogether we could make it home\nLove is a prize\nLive our own lives\n\n[Outro]\nIn our beds, we're the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun\nIn our beds, we're the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun\nIn our beds, we're the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun 4 ",3 -7583,Duffy___Mercy,happy,"""Mercy [Intro]\nHit the beat and take it to the verse now\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nI love you\nBut I gotta stay true\nMy moral's got me on my knees\nI'm begging, please\nStop playing games\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know what this is, but you got me good\nJust like you knew you would\nI don't know what you do, but you do it well\nI'm under your spell\n\n[Chorus]\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nI said release me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow you think that I\nWill be something on the side\nBut you got to understand that I need a man\nWho can take my hands, yes, I do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know what this is, but you got me good\nJust like you knew you would\nI don't know what you do, but you do it well\nI'm under your spell\n\n[Chorus]\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nI said you'd better release me Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, break it down\n [Bridge]\nI'm begging you for mercy\nYou look at me and think we're the same kind\n'Cause you don't know what I got and\nJust why won't you release me?\nI'm gonna get more than I'm asking for\nBut I just don't want to waste my time\nI'm begging you for mercy\nYou know that I'll be the other girl\nJust like there's nothing in this world\nYou got me begging\nI know that I'm gonna get me some\nI just don't know where to get it from\nYou got me begging\nYou got me begging\n\n[Outro]\nMercy, why won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI'm begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won't you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI'm begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI'm begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI'm begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI'm begging you for mercy Show me some mercy, show me some mercy\nWhy won't you release me?\nYeah, yeah, break it down\nMercy, show me some mercy\nYou got me begging\nBegging you for mercy\nYou got me begging\nDown on my knees, I beg\nYou got me begging\nBegging you for mercy\nYou got me begging2 ",0 -3431,Blackmores_Night___25_Years,happy,"'25 Years 25 years since I woke up trembling\n25 years since that terrible dream\nI could see that the world was crumbling\nNothing is ever as it seems\nTried to run but my feet were frozen\nTried to scream but there was no sound\nIn my head voices echoing\n""Girl, you should know better by now""\n\nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday\nAnd you tried so hard to save me\nHow do you save someone from themselves?\nAll those years, wasted wishes\nDrowning in the wishing well\n\nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday\n\n25 years since I woke up trembling\n25 years since that terrible dream\nI could see that the world was crumbling\nNothing is ever as it seems\n\nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday\n\nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday\n\nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday 1Embed', 'default'",0 -2341,Backstreet_Boys___I_Still,happy,"""I Still... [Verse 1: Brian]\nWho are you now?\nAre you still the same or\nDid you change somehow?\nWhat do you do at this very moment\nWhen I think of you\nAnd when I'm looking back\nHow we were young and stupid\nDo you remember that?\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Nick]\nNo matter how I fight it, can't deny it\nJust can't let you go\n[Chorus: All]\nI still need you, I still care about you\nThough everything's been said and done\nI still feel you like I'm right beside you\nBut still no word from you\n\n[Verse 2: AJ, Howie with AJ, Howie]\nNow look at me\nInstead of moving on I refuse to see\nThat I keep coming back\nYeah, I'm stuck in a moment\nThat wasn't meant to last to last!\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Nick with AJ & Howie]\nI try to fight it, can't deny it\nYou don't even know\n\n[Chorus: All, Brian & AJ]\nThat I still need you, I still care about you\nThough everything's been said and done\nI still feel feel you like I'm right beside you\nBut still no word from you no, no!\n\n[Bridge: Kevin with AJ, Kevin & All]\nI wish I could find you\nJust like you found me\nThen I would never let you go, oh-oh-oh!\nMe go, I care about you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, Nick & Brian]\nThough everything's been said and done yeah!\nI still feel you I still feel ya\nLike I'm right beside you like I'm right here beside you\nBut still no still no word word from you3 ",0 -9250,Florence__The_Machine___Kiss_With_A_Fist,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsKiss with a Fist [Chorus 1]\nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed\n\n[Chorus 1]\nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed\n[Verse 1]\nMy black eye casts no shadow\nYour red eye sees no blame\nYour slaps don't stick\nYour kicks don't hit\nSo we remain the same\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBlood sticks, sweat drips\nBreak the lock if it don't fit\nA kick in the teeth is good for some\nA kiss with a fist is better than none\nWhoa, a kiss with a fist is better than none\n\n[Verse 2]\nBroke your jaw once before\nI spilled your blood upon the floor\nYou broke my leg in return\nSo let's sit back and watch the bed burn\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBlood sticks, sweat drips\nBreak the lock if it don't fit\nA kick in the teeth is good for some\nA kiss with a fist is better than none\nWhoa, a kiss with a fist is better than none\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 [Chorus 1]\nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed\n\n[Chorus 1]\nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed12 ",0 -8695,Everything_But_The_Girl___No_Difference,sad,"'No Difference [Verse 1]\nYou watch the phone like it was the TV\nIf you\'re all alone, well whose fault can that be?\nYour keys, your bag, the car\nThey\'re where they always are\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me ""oh come on, come on""\nAnd you don\'t make, you don\'t make no difference to me, hey hey\n[Verse 2]\nYou look at me, say ""what you talking about?""\nWell me, I\'m going out, with or without\nI know I don\'t get far and we\'re where we always are\n\n[Chorus]\nBut the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me ""oh come on, come on""\nAnd you don\'t make, you don\'t no difference to me, hey hey\nYou don\'t make no difference to me, hey\nYou don\'t make no difference to me, hey hey\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo you fix a drink, cause its time to drown\nAnd the clock speeds up and then it slows right down\nThe life that we have missed, I think it still exists\nHow can you resist?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the light goes down and all the streetlights shine\nAnd they call to me, ""you\'ll be dead a long time""\nAnd it makes, it makes a difference to me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me, ""oh come on, come on""\nYou can make, you can make a difference to me\nCome on, make a difference to me, hey hey\nCome on, make a difference to me\n [Verse 4]\nSo you fix a drink, cause its time to drown\nAnd the clock speeds up and then it slows right down\nThe life that we have missed, I think it still exists\nHow can you resist?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the light goes down and all the streetlights shine\nAnd they call to me, ""you\'ll be dead a long time""\nAnd it makes, it makes a difference to me, hey\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me, ""oh come on, come on""\nYou can make, you can make a difference to me, hey hey\n\n[Outro]\nCome on, make a difference to me, hey hey\nCome on, make a difference to me, hey heyEmbed', 'default'",1 -7137,Dido___Dont_Leave_Home,happy,"""Don’t Leave Home [Verse 1]\nLike a ghost don't need a key\nYour best friend I've come to be\nPlease don't think of getting up for me\nYou don't even need to speak\nWhen I've been here for just one day\nYou'll already miss me if I go away\nSo close the blinds and shut the door\nYou won't need other friends anymore\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, don't leave home\nOh, don't leave home\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you're cold, I'll keep you warm\nIf you're low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nOh, don't leave home\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I arrived when you were weak\nI'll make you weaker, like a child\nNow all your love you give to me\nWhen your heart is all I need\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, don't leave home\nOh, don't leave home\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you're cold, I'll keep you warm\nIf you're low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nOh, don't leave home\n [Bridge]\nOh how quiet, quiet the world can be\nWhen it's just you and little me\nEverything is clear, everything is new\nSo you won't be leaving, will you?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you're cold, I'll keep you warm\nIf you're low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nAnd I will be your safety\nAnd I will be your safety\nOh, don't leave home2 ",0 -832,Alishas_Attic___Stone_In_My_Shoe,sad,"""Stone In My Shoe Lost in an adventure i be\nAre you the man that i love or the man with a gun sitting next to me\nThe big bad world had me acting crazy\nSo i called the lifeboat man\nAll you need are your fears and a few thousand tears\nIt's a rescue plan\n\nI sneezed another brave idea\nI wanna come look for you\nAnd it'll be wonderful if i ever get there\nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe?\nMaking it harder to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe\nAnd if i fly lift your eyes as my paper boat sails away\nCould it be too late or is our fate?\nAnother stone in my shoe\n\nAnother stone in my shoe\nIn my shoEE!!\n\nTell me is that bomb your friend?\nDo you lived in a three cornered house\nHoping that all the pain will end?\nOne day you're irresistible then you tell me\nThat there is no lifeboat man\nTell me that i better be off now\nBabe it's a rescue plan.........\n\nI sneezed another bright idea\nI wanna come look for you\nAnd it'll be wonderful\nIf i ever get there\n\nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe\nMaking it harcer to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe\nAnd if i fly lift your eyes as my paper boat sails away\nCould it be too late or is our fate?\nJust another stone in my shoe\n I see you peeping through the clouds\nYour smile is beckoning me\nSo far to go\nVoices say LOUD!!!\n\nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe?\nMaking it harder to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe!! ",1 -2330,Backstreet_Boys___Climbing_The_Walls,happy,"""Climbing The Walls [Verse 1: Brian]\nClose your eyes, make a wish\nThis could last forever\nIf only you could stay with me now\nSo tell me what it is\nThat keeps us from each other now\nYeah, it's coming to get me\nYou're under my skin\n\n[Chorus: All]\nNo, I can't let you go\nYou're apart of me now\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nAnd I don't wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan't stay forever like this\nNow I'm climbing the walls\n'Cause I miss you\n[Verse 2: Brian with AJ, AJ]\nTake my hand, take my life\nJust don't take forever\nAnd let me feel your pain kept inside\nOh-yeah There's gotta be a way\nFor you and I together now\nYeah-yeah, it's coming to get me\nYou're under my skin\n\n[Chorus: All]\nNo, I can't let you go\nYou're apart of me now\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nAnd I don't wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan't stay forever like this\nNow I'm climbing the walls\n'Cause I miss you\n\n[Bridge: Howie with Kevin & AJ]\nIt's an illusion\nHow can I feel this way\nIf I can't have you?\nIt's an illusion\nNothing is real this way\nIf I can't have you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, AJ, Nick, AJ & Nick]\nNo, I can't let you go\nYou're apart of me now now!\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nI don't wanna know!\nAnd I don't wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan't stay forever like this\nI'm climbing the walls\nNow I'm climbing the walls\n'Cause I miss you, ooh-ooh!\n\n[Outro: All, Brian & AJ, AJ]\nI can't let you go now!\nAnd I don't wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan't stay forever like this no!\nNow I'm climbing the walls\n'Cause I miss I miss you ",0 -9155,Fish___Cliche,happy,"""Cliché I've got a reputation, of being a man with a gift of words\nRomantic poetic type or so they say\nBut I find it hard to express the way I feel about you\nWithout getting involved in the old clichés\n\nIn the old clichés\n\nIt's an old cliché\n\nThis song's begun so many times but never in a way\nThat you won't consider to be an old cliché\nI want to say that I need you, I miss you when you're away\nAnd how it seemed like fate - oh here we go - the same old clichés\nIt's the same old clichés\n\nIt's not that I'm embarrassed or shy, well you know me too well\nBut I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell\nThat it's solely for you, and for nobody else\nFor my best friend, my lover, when I need help - cliché\n\nCliché\n\nEverything I want to say to you\nIs wrapped up in an old cliché\n\nI'd waited so long to find you\nI'd been through the heartbreak and pain\nBut of course you already know that 'cause you've been through the same\n\nThat's why I'm trying to say with my deepest sincerity\nThat's why I'm finding it comes down to basic simplicities\nThe best way, is with an old cliché\nIt's simply the best way, is with an old cliché\nAlways the best way, is with an old cliché\nI'll leave it to the best way, it's an old cliché\n\nI love you\n\nIt's not that I'm embarrassed or shy, well you know me too well\nBut I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell\nThat it's solely for you, and for nobody else\nFor my best friend, my lover, when I need help\n Simply the best way, is with an old cliché\nAlways the best way, is with an old cliché\nSimply the best way, it's an old cliché\nSimply the best way, it's an old cliché ",0 -5682,Coldplay___What_If,sad,"""What If [Verse 1]\nWhat if there was no light?\nNothing wrong, nothing right?\nWhat if there was no time?\nAnd no reason or rhyme?\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don't want me there by your side?\nThat you don't want me there in your life?\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat if I got it wrong?\nAnd no poem or song\nCould put right what I got wrong\nOr make you feel I belong?\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don't want me there by your side?\nThat you don't want me there in your life?\n[Chorus]\nOooooh, that's right\nLet's take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that's right\nHow can you know it if you don't even try?\nOooooh, that's right\n\n[Verse 3]\nEvery step that you take\nCould be your biggest mistake\nIt could bend or it could break\nBut that's the risk that you take\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don't want me there in your life?\nThat you don't want me there by your side?\n\n[Chorus]\nOooooh, that's right\nLet's take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that's right\nHow can you know it when you don't even try?\nOooooh, that's right\n\n[Outro]\nOh, oooooh, that's right\nLet's take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that's right\nYou know that darkness always turns into light\nOooooh, that's rightSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 21 ",1 -306,Ace_of_Base___Ravine,sad,"""Ravine [Verse 1]\nHave you heard\nHave you heard\n'Bout this girl who was ripped up by her roots?\nWanna know what she learned?\nLike humility - you win when you lose\nI have learned\nI have learned\nThe most horrifying nights have ends\nI was hurt\nI was lost\nIn the dark, I found the way to a friend\n[Chorus]\nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy'll never be denied\n'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near\n\n[Verse 2]\nWas a flower\nSo frail\nAnd I let the trees grow wild around me\nGrew so high\nHid the sky\nShaded everything I needed to see\nThen one night\nSomeone came\nTook a knife and ripped me up by my roots\nTossed astray\nFar away\nIn my darkest night, I started to pray\n\n[Chorus]\nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy'll never be denied\n'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near\n [Bridge]\nWhy do you\nWhy do you ask\nWhy I'm not blaming my God? Blaming my God\nI'll tell you\nI'll tell you what\nHe was the only one there\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy never will be denied\n'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy'll never be denied\n'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near ",1 -1616,Antony__The_Johnsons___The_Lake,sad,"""The Lake In youth's spring, it was my lot\nTo haunt of the wide earth a spot\nTo which I could not love the less\nSo lovely was the loneliness\n\nOf a wild lake, with black rock bound\nAnd the tall trees that towered around\n\nBut when the night had thrown her pall\nUpon that spot as upon all\nAnd the wind would pass me by\nIn its stilly melody\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\n\nYet that terror was not fright\nBut a tremulous delight\nAnd a feeling undefined\nSpringing from a darkened mind\n\nDeath was in that poisoned wave\nAnd in its gulf, a fitting grave\nFor him who thence could solace bring\nTo his dark imagining\n\nWhose wildering thought could even make\nAn Eden of that dim lake\n\nBut when the night had thrown her pall\nUpon that spot as upon all\nAnd the wind would pass me by\nIn its stilly melody\n\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lake\n Springing from a darkened mind\nSo lovely was the loneliness\nIn youth's spring, it was my lot\nIn its stilly melody\n\nAn Eden of that dim lake\nAn Eden of that dim lake\nLone, lone, lonely\nLone, lone, lonely\nLone, lone, lonely ",1 -5452,Chuck_Berry___Johnny_B_Goode,happy,"'Johnny B. Goode [Verse 1]\nDeep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans\nWay back up in the woods among the evergreens\nThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood\nWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode\nWho never ever learned to read or write so well\nBut he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell\n\n[Chorus]\nGo, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nJohnny B. Goode\n[Verse 2]\nHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack\nGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track\nOh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade\nStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers made\nPeople passing by they would stop and say\nOh my, but that little country boy could play\n\n[Chorus]\nGo, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nJohnny B. Goode\n\n[Verse 3]\nHis mother told him ""Someday you will be a man\nAnd you will be the leader of a big old band\nMany people coming from miles around\nTo hear you play your music when the sun go down\nMaybe someday your name will be in lights\nSaying \'Johnny B. Goode Tonight\'""\n\n[Chorus]\nGo, go\nGo Johnny go\nGo go go, Johnny go\nOh go go, Johnny go\nOh go go, Johnny go\nGo, Johnny B. Goode 26Embed', 'default'",0 -3576,Blondie___Denis,happy,"""Denis [Chorus]\nOh Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with you\nDenis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue\nDenis Denis, I've got a crush on you\nDenis Denis, I'm so in love with you\n\n[Verse]\nOh when we walk it always feels so nice\nAnd when we talk it seems like paradise\nDenis Denis I'm so in love with you\nYou're my king and I'm in heaven every time I look at you\nWhen you smile it's like a dream\nAnd I'm so lucky cause I found a boy like you\n[Break]\nDenis Denis\nAvec tes yeux si bleus\nDenis Denis\nQuand j'ai peche' pour deux\nDenis Denis\nPour un baiser d'eternité\nDenis Denis\nJe suis folle de toi\nDenis Denis\nEmbrasse moi ce soir\nDenis Denis\nPour un baiser d'eternite\n\n[Chorus]\nOh Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI'm in love with youSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 3 ",0 -2211,Avril_Lavigne___Together,anger,"""Together [Verse 1]\nSomething just isn't right\nI can feel it inside\nThe truth isn't far behind me\nYou can't deny\nWhen I turn the lights out\nWhen I close my eyes\nReality overcomes me\nI'm living a lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I'm alone, I\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I'm around you\nI don't feel\n[Chorus]\nTogether, it doesn't feel right at all\nTogether, together, we've built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we'll fall\nHands, we'll fall\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis has gone on so long\nI realize that I need\nSomething good to rely on\nSomething for me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I'm alone, I\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I'm around you\nI don't feel\n\n[Chorus]\nTogether, it doesn't feel right at all\nTogether, together, we've built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we'll fall\nHands, we'll fall\n\n[Bridge]\nMy heart is broken\nI'm lying here\nMy thoughts are choking\nOn you, my dear\nOn you, my dear\nOn you, my dear\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Pre-Chorus]\nWhen I'm alone, I When I'm alone\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I'm around you When I'm around you\nI don't feel\n\n[Chorus]\nTogether, it doesn't feel right at all\nTogether, together, we've built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we'll fall\nHands, we'll fall\nTogether, it doesn't feel right at all\nTogether, together, we've built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we'll fall\nHands, we'll fall\n\n[Outro]\nWhen I'm around you\nWhen I'm around you\nI don't feel together\nI don't feel together\nWhen I'm around you Together\nWhen I'm around you Together\nI don't feel together, no Together\nI don't feel together Together3 ",3 -4554,Burial___Spaceape,sad,"""Spaceape [Verse 1: Spaceape]\nVictims themselves of a close encounter\nDesperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexed\nBy an alien virus, so alien, so viral\nLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles\nStimulating the audio nerve directly\nYou wanna come flex with me?\n\n[Verse 2: Spaceape]\nHallucinating senses individually, insidiously\nAre in any combination, rhythmically\nShifting gears, focus upon intensity\nWait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity\nMind starts slippin' to familiar tracks\nBending warping, interfering with the facts\nSensory language leaves us with no habit for lying\nWe are hostile aliens, immune from dying\n[Verse 3: Spaceape]\nDon't harass me for not behaving correct\nI only want to slide my arm round your neck\nInterpretation, electro-chemical stimulation\nThe sensation you feel is entirely real\nAll that we share is our struggle for silence\nWe don't wanna bother with no arms house business\nNo shooting no violence\nSensory language twist snake like a limb\nFlexible, versitile, curious like twins\nTransparent in the way that it moves\nWith sufficient memory\nTo cut clean through you\n\n[Verse 4: Spaceape]\nVictims themselves, from a close encounter\nDesperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed\nBy an alien virus, so alien, so viral\nLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles\nStimulating the audio nerve directly\nYou wanna come flex with me\n\n[Verse 5: Spaceape]\nHallucinating senses individually, insidiously\nAre in any combination, rhythmically\nMind starts slippin familar tracks\nBending warping, interfering with the facts\nSensory language leaves us with no habit for lying\nWe are hostile aliens, immune from dying",1 -7637,EagleEye_Cherry__Santana___Wishing_It_Was,happy,"""Wishing It Was [Verse 1]\nBeauty and grace is what touches me most\nGood times can put me in fear\nI always feel safe when things are bad\nSo I cannot let you come near\n\n[Chorus]\nIt seems that I thrive on the dark side of things\nI always feel alive when the death bell rings\nNow you come and you bring out the tears in me\n[Bridge]\nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt's so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nEvery day surprises me\nWishing it was\n\nWishing it was\nWishing it was\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis feeling won't last 'cause I cannot survive\nI tell you I've been here before\nWe're moving so fast\nIt's a matter of time\nOne of us walks out that door\n\n[Chorus]\nIt seems that I thrive on the dark side of things\nI always feel alive when the death bell rings\nNow you come and you bring out the tears in me\n\n[Bridge]\nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt's so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nEvery day surprises me\nWishing it was\nSee Santana LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Wishing it was\nWishing it was\n\n[Verse 3]\nGive this some thought\nAnd I'm sure you will know\nThis is the way it must be\nEmotions will rise, emotions will flow\nYou bring out the tears in me\n\n[Bridge]\nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt's so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nWhere every day surprises me\nWishing it was\n\nWishing it was\nWishing it was\nWishing it was\nWishing it was\n\n[Outro]\nIt's so strange to watch your life walk and where everyday\nI've been burning the candle at both ends\nAnd lied the truth I can't pretend\nThis is why I will not stay baby\nJust like that I'm on my way ",0 -4277,Bright_Eyes___True_Blue,happy,"'True Blue I am a blue blood I will admit that\nI dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat\nLive in a blue house, on a blue street\nIn a blue town by a blue creek\n\nI write my blue songs with my blue pen\nI sing the blue notes to my blue friends\nNow I don\'t know that much about you\nBut I like you because you\'re true blue\n\nI had a blue dream about a blue star\nIn it I drove there in my blue car\nAnd when I got there, I met a blue dog\nWith a blue tongue, we had some real fun\nWe bounced a blue ball, it broke a blue glass\nWe banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass\nGuess the thing I\'m trying to tell you\nIs that it\'s best kid if you\'re true blue\n\nOnce I had gangrene, I got it real bad\nAnd so the Doc came with his black bag\nI said ""You know doc, I don\'t feel swell\nIf you had a blue bag I think I\'d feel well.""\n\nSo he came right back with a blue sack\nHe said, ""Will this do?"" I said, ""Why not? Yeah.""\nThat\'s how I am here today to tell you\nThat it\'s best man to be true blue\n\nOut on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship\nI had a first mate, always had blue lips\nHis name was Bluebeard, he had a weird twitch\nWe flew a blue flag on a big stick\n\nAnd we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips\nOh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish\nBecause there ain\'t much that I won\'t do\nUnless it keeps me from being true blue\n\nOnce in a blue moon there\'s a blue sky\nI wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite\nHangs like a bluebird until the wind dies\nAnd then the tears pour out of my blue eyes\n If it\'s your birthday, we\'ll bake a blue cake\nAnd then we\'ll eat it off these blue plates\nCause kid I don\'t know much about you\nBut I like you because you\'re true blue\n\nYeah, I don\'t know much about you\nBut I like you cause you\'re true blueEmbed', 'default'",0 -1627,Antony__The_Johnsons___Another_World,sad,"""Another World I need another place\nWill there be peace?\nI need another world\nThis one's nearly gone\n\nStill have too many dreams\nNever seen the light\nI need another world\nA place where I can go\n\nI'm gonna miss the sea\nI'm gonna miss the snow\nI'm gonna miss the bees\nI'll miss the things that grow\nI'm gonna miss the trees\nI'm gonna miss the sound\nI'll miss the animals\nI'm gonna miss you all\n\nI need another place\nWill there be peace?\nI need another world\nThis one's nearly gone\n\nI'm gonna miss the birds\nSinging all their songs\nI'm gonna miss the wind\nBeen kissing me so long, oh\n\nAnother world\nAnother world\nAnother world\nAnother world",1 -8267,Eminem___Marshall_Mathers,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -9178,Five_for_Fighting___100_Years,sad,"'100 Years [Verse 1]\nI\'m fifteen for a moment\nCaught in between ten and twenty\nAnd I\'m just dreaming\nCounting the ways to where you are\nI\'m twenty-two for a moment\nAnd she feels better than ever\nAnd we\'re on fire\nMaking our way back from Mars\n\n[Chorus]\nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to lose, fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you only got a hundred years to live\n[Verse 2]\nI\'m thirty-three for a moment\nI\'m still the man, but you see I\'m a ""they""\nA kid on the way, babe\nA family on my mind\nI\'m forty-five for a moment\nThe sea is high\nAnd I\'m heading into a crisis\nChasing the years of my life\n\n[Chorus]\nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to lose yourself within a morning star\nFifteen, I\'m all right with you, fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you\'ve only got a hundred years to live\n\n[Bridge]\nHalf time goes by, suddenly you\'re wise\nAnother blink of an eye, sixty-seven is gone\nThe sun is getting high, we\'re moving on...\n\n[Verse 3]\nI\'m ninety-nine for a moment\nAnd dying for just another moment\nAnd I\'m just dreaming\nCounting the ways to where you are\n [Breakdown]\nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTwenty-two, I feel her too\nThirty-three, you\'re on your way\nEvery day\'s a new day\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who, who-who-who\n\n[Chorus]\nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to choose, hey fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you\'ve only got a hundred years to live12Embed', 'default'",1 -3655,Blue_October___XAmount_Of_Words,anger,"""X-Amount of Words Relapse\nPrevent trigger intent\nNow drown\nHigh strung\nSay X amount of words\nYou're solar, bipolar\nPanic disorder\nSeems harder and harder and harder\nStill you try to control it\n\nYou mold, you mold\nYeah you shape to mold\nOh, you're bold, you're bold\nBut your shape is bold\nYou're a symptom superficial\nTo what they call knowing you\nMinus the speed\nCould you imagine the phobia?\n\n[Instrumental]\n\nYour brain's faulty wiring\nThe reason for tiring\nKeep treating the curse\nImagine the worst\nSystematic, sympathetic\nQuite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic\nYour heart is prosthetic\n\nA plate of quite peculiar\nOn a dish of my own\nA tablespoon of feather\nTickle me to the bone\nGive me recipes for happy\nWith the chemicals gone\nDrinking freedom from a bottle\nTo the tune of belong\n\n[Instrumental]\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 I'm sick of shaking, never waking\nFrom the Hell I achieved\nI never knew you 'til you left me\nWith the crying disease\nAnother curing, reassuring\nWay to buckle the knees\nSo mistreated, I repeated\nNever blessing your sneeze\n\nNow deleted and defeated\nI will stand on my own\nYeah, your memory that punches me\nHas broken the bone\nGive me recipes for sorry\nI'm admitting I'm wrong\nStill, your memory that punches me\nHas broken the bone\n\n[Instrumental]3 ",3 -6601,David_CrowderBand___All_Around_Me,sad,"""All Around Me My hands are searching for You\nMy arms are outstretched towards You\nI feel You on my fingertips\nMy tongue dances behind my lips for You\n\nThis fire rising through my being\nBurning I'm not used to seeing You\n\nI'm alive, I'm alive\n\nI can feel you all around me\nThickening the air I'm breathing\nHolding on to what I'm feeling\nSavoring this heart that's healing\nMy hands float up above me\nAnd you whisper You love me\nAnd I begin to fade\nInto our secret place\n\nThe music makes me sway\nThe angels singing say we are alone with You\nI am alone and they are too with You\n\nI'm alive, I'm alive\n\nI can feel You all around me\nThickening the air I'm breathing\nHolding on to what I'm feeling\nSavoring this heart that's healing\n\nAnd so I cry\nThe light is white\nAnd I see you\n\nI'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive\n\nI can feel You all around me\nThickening the air I'm breathing\nHolding on to what I'm feeling\nSavoring this heart that's healing\n Take my hand\nI give it to you\nNow you own me\nAll I am\nYou said You would never leave me\nI believe you\nI believe\n\nI can feel you all around me\nThickening the air I'm breathing\nHolding on to what I'm feeling\nSavoring this heart that's healed ",1 -56,A_Fine_Frenzy___The_Beacon,sad,"""The Beacon [Verse 1]\nYou say your time has come\nYou're tired of waking up\nDon't be obscene, I can't conceive of\nLiving without you\nYou say you drag us down\nNo one should want you now\nWhen I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say\nI'm not allowed to\n\n[Chorus]\nBurning beacon in the night\nCan't feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes\n[Verse 2]\nYou were a child forgot\nLessons of love untaught\nNow no embrace can quite replace\nThe one that never found you\nI was raised tenderly\nAll that was taught to me\nI will apply, your parents tried but they didn't know how to\n\n[Chorus]\nBurning beacon in the night\nCan't feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes\n\n[Bridge]\nLet me stand by you\nThe honor is mine\nLet me stand by you\nLoneliest light, loneliest light, loneliest light\n\n[Chorus]\nBurning beacon in the night\nCan't feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes 2 ",1 -4649,Cajun_Dance_Party___The_Next_Untouchable,happy,"""The Next Untouchable I can't believe, I can't deny\nI can't conceive whats in your eyes\n\nAnother mistake, another regret\nAnother unwanted ciggerette\n\nAnd do you really like me\nCus 1 and 1 and 1 makes 3\n\nIf you don't hear me\nThen why should i hear you\nI can't walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouchable\n\nI can't walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouchable\n\nThe next untouchable\n\nThe next untouchable\n\nI Feel her\nI move her\nI believe her?\nI see her\n\nAnd then it comes\nI know what to do\nDo i feel it pure\nOr is that just you\n She said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said agaaaain\n\nAnd do you really like me\nCus 1 and 1 and 1 makes 3\n\nIf you don't hear me\nThen why should i hear you\n\nI can't walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouchable\n\nI can't walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouchable\nThe next untouchable\n\nThe next untouchable\n\nI Feel her\nI move her\nI believe her?\nI see her\nForget her\nForget her ",0 -1819,Arctic_Monkeys___What_If_You_Were_Right_The_First_Time,happy,"""What If You Were Right the First Time? [Verse 1]\nBetwixt and between, the fantastic dream and the fear\nDo you wonder where she is this afternoon?\nAnd does it get on your nerves, make you slightly perturbed\nThat there's things that you don't know about her?\nAnd even the places that she's never been with you\nSeem awful empty without her\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can't look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?\nYou can't look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 2]\nBetwixt and between, the fantastic dream and the fear\nDo you wonder where she is this afternoon?\nAnd with the needle in groove, is there owt to prove?\nAnd tell me, are your feet still tapping?\nI know there’s a first for a trip over the water\nWhat is the worst that could happen?\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can't look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?See Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 2 ",0 -1123,Amos_Lee___Colors,sad,"""Colors [Verse 1]\nYesterday, I got lost in the circus\nFeeling like such a mess\nAnd now I'm down\nI'm just hanging on the corner\nI can't help but reminisce\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause when you're gone\nAll the colors fade\nWhen you're gone\nNo New Year's Day parade\nYou're gone\nColors seem to fade\n[Verse 2]\nYour mama called, she said\nThat you're downstairs crying\nFeeling like such a mess\nYeah, I hear ya\nIn the background bawling\nWhat happened to your sweet summer-time dress?\n\n[Bridge]\nI know we all\nWe all got our faults\nWe get locked in our vaults\nAnd we stay\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you're gone\nAll the colors fade\nWhen you're gone\nNo New Year's Day parade\nYou're gone\nColors seem to fade\n\n[Outro]\nYesterday, I got lost in the circus 5 ",1 -8507,Erin_McKeown___La_Petite_Mort,happy,"""La Petite Mort Estelle, I was your husband\nThird in a group of three\nWell now, you twice the widowed\nI once did see\nA wedding bed like no other\nFor it's turned to a funeral grave\nTruth is temperance and happiness warns\nSignposts on the road that is paved\n\nWhen the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nJesus says we die a little death for him every day\nDot turned tricks upon the spoons\nPlayed piano with the other hand\nYou the kid who liked life so much\nLook up, it's your wedding band\nWell the minister spoke, and the vows we took\nAt that moment you were mine\nA falling took place afterward\nAn explanation would take more time\n\nWhen the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nNow, Jesus says we die a little death for him everyday\n\nEstelle, I took you home that night\nMy wife above the common-law\nLaid it up like we always do\nIn the hammock of our backyard\nSwinging like a rocking horse\nCannonballing down a track\nWe both found heaven right then\nYou just chose not to come back\n\nBut when the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nJesus says we die a little\nJesus says we die a little\nJesus says we die a little death for him everyday",0 -2264,Ayria___Lovely_Day,sad,"""Lovely Day I've been listening to this song for hours\nAnd my head aches but that doesn't stop me\nIt keeps repeating and now my eyes burn\nThey have turned red\nAnd I do this to myself\nI should get out\nBut there is nowhere to go on a Tuesday night\nThis restless feeling\nThere is no cure for\nSo I wait\nIt's a lovely day\nTo never feel this way again\nAnd will I ever find\nSomeone who understands my mind?\nI don't think so\nIt's just a sea of faces and vacant stares\nAnd they will never be in this place again\n\nI have your number\nBut I won't call it\nI fear rejection more than being alone\nI'm almost nauseous\nMaybe I'm dying?\nOver dramatic, but that's what happens\nWhen you have too much time to think about the end\nThe lights look blurry now\nAnd the cars pass by me on an energetic street\nThat I have no part of\n\nIt's a lovely day\nTo never feel this way again\nAnd will I ever find\nSomeone who understands my mind?\nI don't think so\nIt's just a sea of faces and vacant stares\nAnd they will never be in this place again\n I will wait for you to find me\nBut I know you never will\nI will seek to you to save me\nBut I know you never will\nI will try to regain passion\nBut I'm faltering\nI will try to overcome this\nBut I'm overwhelmed again\n\nLovely day\nFeel this way\nLovely place\nNever feel this way ",1 -9364,For_My_Pain___Too_Sad_to_Live,sad,"""Too Sad To Live Everything she tries for the sake of that little boy\nGives all her love, every single piece of her heart\n\nDon't lose your head, don't lose your faith or you'll end up dead\nYou're one of a kind, don't drown yourself into the crowd\n\nOh, my precious sister, it's you who I adore\nIn spite of those sleepless nights you still keep carrying on\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're gone\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're lost\nI know it hurts bad, to give everything and still end up sad\nTwisted fact of life, every single day is another fight\n\nOh, my precious sister, it's you who I adore\nIn spite of those sleepless nights you still keep carrying on\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're gone\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're lost\n\nToo sad to feel anything, these scars will never heal, or so it feels...\nOh, A little child only hope in here, but it takes more than I can give, sadness set me free:\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're lost\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you're gone",1 -754,Alice_In_Chains___Them_Bones,sad,"""Them Bones [Intro]\nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nI believe them bones are me\nSome say we're born into the grave\n\n[Chorus]\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones\n[Post-Chorus]\nAh! Ah! Ah!\n\n[Verse 2]\nDust rise right on over my time\nEmpty fossil of the new scene\n\n[Chorus]\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nToll due, bad dream come true\nI lie dead gone under red sky\n\n[Chorus]\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol' pile of them\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol' pile of them\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones 27 ",1 -7902,Elbow___Crawling_With_Idiot,sad,"""Crawling With Idiot It's crawling with idiots\nI'm itchin' to leave\nI'm soft with fatigue, I need somethin'\nI've never seen anything quite like you\nIn here\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on, it's not serious\nI just need arms tonight\n\nYou're blue collar pride\nAnd you're loose cotton cool\nYou're wiltin' a little\nNothing grows down here\nChrome smoke heat me and you\n[Chorus]\n\nTonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight\nTonight, just tonight\nTonight, tonight\nTonight, just tonight\nTonight",1 -8112,Elton_John___Rocket_Man_I_Think_Its_Going_To_Be_A_Long__Long_Time,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -378,Adele___Best_For_Last_album,calm,"""Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that's why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we're shooting for!\n\n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don't You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won't Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I'll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can't Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",2 -7894,Elbow___Buttons_and_Zips,calm,"'Buttons and Zips Al had the guile and the sideways smile\nBad boy and god\nBeck knew how to push a boy to blush\nKnown as The Fox\n\nTom came out in June to a crowded room\nNo one was shocked\nEd, Ed had the hair, the blues and the shoes\nGot me arrested once\n\n[Chorus]\n""Will I ever get this song off my lips"" is what you said\nWe were at each other\'s buttons and zips\nIn the blossom shed\nJoe wanted to go before he could\nJoe\'s doing good\nCath, Cath was my all and every day\nShe married in May\n\n[Chorus]\n\n""Will I ever get this song off my lips"" is what you said\nWe were at each other\'s buttons and zips\nIn each other\'s bed Embed', 'default'",2 -456,After_The_Fire___Der_Kommissar,happy,"'Der Kommissar Zwei, drei, vier, one, two, three, it\'s easy to see\nBut it\'s not that I don\'t care, so?\n\'Cause I hear it all the time but they never let you know\nOn the TV and the radio, cha!\nShe was young, her heart was pure\nBut every night is bright she got\nShe said sugar is sweet, she come a-rappin\' to the beat\nThen I knew that she was hot, she was singin\'\n\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nYou\'re in his eye and you\'ll know why\nThe more you live, the faster you will die\nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar?\nShe said, ""Babe, you know, I miss Jill and Joe\nAnd all my funky friends""\nBut my street understanding was just enough\nTo know what she really meant\nAnd I got to thinking while she was talking\nThat I know she told the story\nOf those special places that she goes\nAnd when she rides with the others in the subway singing\n\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAnd if he talks to you and you don\'t know why\nYou say your life is gonna make you die\n\nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar?\n\nCha, cha, cha, cha\nCha, cha\nCha, cha, cha, cha\nCha, cha\n\nWell, we meet Jill and Joe and brother Herr\nWith the whole cool gang and all\nThey\'re rappin\' here, they\'re rappin\' there\nAnd she\'s climbin\' on the wall\nIt\'s a clear case, Herr Kommissar\n\'Cause all the children know\nThey\'re all slidin\' down into the valley\nThey\'re all slipping on the same snow, hear the children\n Don\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nHe\'s got the power and you\'re so weak\nAnd your frustration will not let you speak\nLa la la la la la\n\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAnd if he talks to you, then you\'ll know why\nThe more you live, the faster you will die\n\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar?\n\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh3Embed', 'default'",0 -4004,Boy_Kill_Boy___A_OK,happy,"""A-OK Fee fi fo fum she said\nSomething’s wrong\nIs this just a breakdown\nYes, another breakdown\nAnd when you’re gone\nYes she said\nCan I come?\nI never want to break-up\nShe never wants to break-up\nNo, I never want to wake up\nI never meant to wake up\nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok\n\nAnd if I fall down she said\nAnd I call would you come to catch me?\nOnly time could stop me\nAnd if it goes wrong, she said\nIf we try maybe we could make up\nYes, I’d love to make up\nI need to make time\nI really need to find time\n\nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok\n\nI’m gone most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\nWell I’m gone, most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\nWell I’m gone, most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\n I’ve been waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for this\nI’ve been waiting and I'm waiting for this\nFor this\n\nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok\n\nSuch a waste of time\nSuch a friendly line\nIt’s the price I pay\nEverything’s a-ok ",0 -7800,Eels___Mr_Es_Beautiful_Blues,happy,"""Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues [Verse 1]\nThe smokestack spitting\nBlack soot into the sooty sky\nThe load on the road\nBrings a tear to the Indian's eye\nThe elephant won't forget\nWhat it's like inside his cage\nThe ringmaster's Telecaster\nSings on an empty stage\n\n[Chorus]\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh\n[Verse 2]\nThe girl with the curls\nAnd the sweet pink ribbon in her hair\nShe's crawlin' out her window\n'Cause her daddy, he just don't care\nCome on\n\n[Chorus]\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe clown with the frown\nDriving down to the sidewalk fair\nFinger on the trigger\nLet me tell you, it is quite a scare\n\n[Chorus]\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe kids flip their lids\nWhen their heads hear that crazy sound\nMy neighbor digs the flavor\nStill he's moving to another town\nAnd I don't believe he'll come back\n [Chorus]\nGoddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell, I don't know\nHow you're taking all the shit you see\nYou don't believe anyone\nBut most of all, you don't believe me\nOnly you\n\n[Chorus]\nGoddamn right, it's a beautiful day Only you\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it's a beautiful day\nUh-huh ",0 -8117,Elton_John___Sacrifice,sad,"""Sacrifice [Verse 1]\nIt's a human sign\nWhen things go wrong\nWhen the scent of her lingers\nAnd temptation's strong\nInto the boundary\nOf each married man\nSweet deceit comes callin'\nAnd negativity lands\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin' better, baby\nJust passin' through\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt's two hearts livin'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it's no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt's no sacrifice at all\n\n[Verse 2]\nMutual misunderstandin'\nAfter the fact\nSensitivity builds a prison\nIn the final act\nWe lose direction\nNo stone unturned\nNo tears to damn you\nWhen jealousy burns\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin' better, baby\nJust passin' through\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt's two hearts livin'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it's no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt's no sacrifice at all\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Pre-Chorus]\nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin' better, baby\nJust passin' through\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt's two hearts livin'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it's no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt's no sacrifice at all\n\n[Outro]\nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all9 ",1 -949,Alphabeat___Heat_Wave,happy,"""Heat Wave [Verse 1: Stine]\nYou, come closer still\nCloser now, closer till, mmm\nI can feel you and what you do\nOoh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stine]\nIt's nothing like real life\nDon't you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I'm melting, oh yes, I'm melting, oh\n[Chorus: Stine]\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, woah\n\n[Verse 2: Stine]\nI run right up dimension two\nI run with you I'm hit, baby\nI don't know how to stop it now\nI'm hit, baby Ooh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stine]\nIt's nothing like real life\nDon't you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I'm melting, oh yes, I'm melting, oh\n\n[Chorus: Stine]\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, woah\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, woah\n [Breakdown: Stine]\nIt's nothing like real life\nDon't you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I'm melting, oh yes, I'm melting, oh\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, I'm hit, baby, I'm hit, baby\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby\n\n[Chorus: Stine]\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, I'm hit, baby\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby, I'm hit, baby, I'm hit, baby\nWhenever you're around you hit, baby\nI'm hit, baby ",0 -7584,Duke_Ellington___Sophisticated_Lady,happy,"'Sophisticated Lady They say into your early life romance came\nAnd in this heart of yours burned a flame\nA flame that flickered one day and died away\nThen, with disillusion deep in your eyes\nYou learned that fools in love soon grow wise\nThe years have changed you, somehow\nI see you now\n\nSmoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant\nDiamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant\nIs that all you really want?\nNo, sophisticated lady\nI know, you miss the love you lost long ago\nAnd when nobody is nigh you cry\nSmoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant\nDiamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant\nIs that all you really want?\nNo, sophisticated lady\nI know, you miss the love you lost long ago\nAnd when nobody is nigh you cry\n\nSophisticated lady\nYou cry Embed', 'default'",0 -1561,AntiFlag___A_New_Kind_Of_Army,happy,"""A New Kind of Army Look back on history\nNothing much has changed\nThousands of soldiers of all countries\nAll marching the same\n\nEvery nation's leader says that our side is right\nEvery nation's leader says the time has come to fight\nBut they use the common people to settle their scores\nIt's time that we refuse to fight in any of their wars\n\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you\nJoin now\nThe ranks of all nations who refuse to go to war\nRefuse\nTo pull the trigger of a gun for leaders 'round the world\n\nI'd rather fight to spread some tolerance and unity\nThan buy into their nationalistic brainwashing\nKilling mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, common human beings\nNot savages but people like you, like me\n\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill\n\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you\n\nWe're looking for a few good men\nWe're looking for a few good women\nWho are not afraid to fight against tyranny\nBut who refuse to fight with tyranny\n\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill\n We're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe're looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you ",0 -3778,Bob_Dylan___Things_Have_Changed,sad,"'Things Have Changed [Verse 1]\nA worried man with a worried mind\nNo one in front of me and nothing behind\nThere’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne\nGot white skin, got assassin’s eyes\nI’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies\nI’m well dressed, waiting on the last train\nStanding on the gallows with my head in a noose\nAny minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed\n[Verse 2]\nThis place ain’t doing me any good\nI’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood\nJust for a second there I thought I saw something move\nGonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag\nAin’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag\nOnly a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove\nLot of water under the bridge; lot of other stuff, too\nDon’t get up, gentlemen, I’m only passing through\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed\n\n[Verse 3]\nI’ve been walking forty miles of bad road\nIf the Bible is right, the world will explode\nI’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can\nSome things are too hot to touch\nThe human mind can only stand so much\nYou can’t win with a losing hand\nFeel like falling in love with the first woman I meet\nPutting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed\n [Verse 4]\nI hurt easy, I just don’t show it\nYou can hurt someone and not even know it\nThe next sixty seconds could be like an eternity\nGonna get low down, gonna fly high\nAll the truth in the world adds up to one big lie\nI’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me\nMr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake\nI’m not that eager to make a mistake\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed5Embed', 'default'",1 -6691,Daylight_Dies___In_the_Silence,sad,"'In The Silence Now in this silence\nThis silence of my life\nEmpty words\nFall\nThough this sound\n\nLike falls dead leaves\nI float down this stream\nWaiting\nFor the waters\nTo drown me\nWhy can i never say\nWhat must be said\nAm i too afraid\nThat they\nWill take it all away\n\nNow in this silence\nI watch as my life\nFades away Embed', 'default'",1 -5304,Chris_Cagle___What_A_Beautiful_Day,happy,"'What A Beautiful Day Day One\nI stumbled through hello on 5th Avenue\nDay Two\nWe grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon\nCaught a movie on Day Fourteen\nAnd Day Sixty-Seven she said ""I love you"" to me\n\nChorus:\nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay\nWhat a beautiful day\nWhat a beautiful day\n\nDay One Sixteen\nI asked her what she was doing for the rest of my life\nDay One Eighty Nine\nOh, I almost lost that girl to my foolish pride\nBut she said ""I do"" on day Four Eighty Two\nAnd gave me a son on day Seven Sixty One\n\nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay\n\nWhat a beautiful day\n\nDay Eighteen Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Three\nWell, Honey that\'s fifty years\nYeah, here\'s to you and me\n\nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay\n What a beautiful day\nWhat a beautiful day\n\nDay One, I thank God I said ""Hello"" on 5th AvenueEmbed', 'default'",0 -7136,Dido___My_Lovers_Gone,sad,"""My Lover’s Gone [Verse 1: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, his boots no longer by my door\nHe left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go\nReturns no more, I will not watch the ocean\n\n[Chorus: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again\n\n[Verse 2: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, I know that kiss will be my last\nNo more his song, the tune upon his lips has passed\nI sing alone while I watch the ocean\n[Chorus: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again\n\n[Verse 3: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, his boots no longer by my door\nHe left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go\nReturns no more, I will not watch the ocean\n\n[Chorus: Dido]\nMy lover's gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again 1 ",1 -8602,Eva_Cassidy___Songbird,calm,"""Songbird [Verse 1]\nFor you, there'll be no crying\nFor you, the sun will be shining\n'Cause I feel that when I'm with you\nIt's alright\nI know it's right\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the songbirds keep singing like they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before\n[Verse 2]\nTo you, I would give the world\nTo you, I'd never be cold\n'Cause I feel that when I'm with you\nIt's alright\nI know it's right\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the songbirds keep singing like they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before\nLike never before\nLike never before",2 -8225,Emiliana_Torrini___Nothing_Brings_Me_Down,sad,"""Nothing Brings Me Down Home alone and happy\nNothing brings me down\nFull of wine, unsteady\nNothing brings me down\nWhat's left of the rain runs down my roof\nNothing brings me down\nThe night is lush the air is still\nNothing brings me down\n\nDum dum dum dum dum dum\nThe windows are open, the flies are in\nNothing brings me down\nThe phones are off, the music's on\nNothing brings me down\n\nDum dum dum dum dum dum\n\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\n\nHome alone and happy\nNothing brings me down\nMy love for you is ready\nNothing brings me down\nMy love for you is ready\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh",1 -7943,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Rock_N_Roll_Is_King,happy,"'Rock ‘n’ Roll is King [Intro]\nThank you for listening\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell\nListen everybody, let me tell you \'bout the rock n\' roll\nOhhh, feel that rhythm and it\'s really gonna thrill your soul\nMmmm, come along with me, to a land of make-believe\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\n\nShe loves that rock\'n\'roll, and she plays it all night long\nAwww, that\'s all she ever tells me when I call her on the telephone\nShe says, ""Feel that jumpin\' beat, and a-get up on your feet.""\nShe says, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\n[Hook]\nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, it rolls like a train that\'s a comin\' on down the track\nOh, she rolled over Beethoven, and she gave Tchaikovsky back\nShe loves that drivin\' beat, and she goes dancin\' on down the street\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nAww, rock on!\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Hook]\nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, when she comes around and I\'m a listenin\' to the radio\nShe says, ""You can\'t do that, cause all I wanna do is rock\'n\'roll.""\n""Now here I\'m gonna stay, when that music starts to play.""\nShe says, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\n [Outro]\nAww, yeah, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nUh-huh, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nOooh, yeah, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king""\n\n[Spoken Outro]\nWelcome to the show Play again\nWelcome to the show3Embed', 'default'",0 -1538,AntiFlag___Sold_As_Freedom,anger,"""Sold As Freedom You want to save the world?\nI can tell you what to do!\nYou want to end terror?\nThis solution is for you!\nAnswer the call up join the proud the few\nPull on the trigger with your heart and soul\nCause war is peace now we know\n\nFight fire with fire!\nDouse violent flames with gasoline\nFight fire with fire!\nSpite your foe with an all out holocaust!\nFight fire with fire!\nPour gasoline on the world inferno\nBurn it so hot that the world incinerates\nWhen they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve\nTo end terror it takes a special skill\nKill, kill, kill?\nTil there's nothing left to kill!!\nDon't question orders-\nDo your job and move\nIt's a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9\nTo makes sure no one's left alive\n\nFight fire with fire!\nDouse violent flames with gasoline\nFight fire with fire!\nSpite your foe with an all out holocaust!\nFight fire with fire!\nPour gasoline on the world inferno\nBurn it so hot that the world incinerates\nWhen they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve\n\nJoin now! Don't wait! Make death, Your date!!!\nSalute and fight! Fight for the wealth\nOf the few! wrapped in a flag and sold to you\nSold as Freedom it's up to you to see through lies\nBy those who've led us to endless world strife\nWhat this world needs is something new!\nWhat this world needs right now is you!\nAny dumbfuck can murder kill, kill, kill!!!",3 -3906,Boney_M_2000___Sunny,happy,"'10,000 Bars [Intro: Lil Wayne]\nGo\nWeezy Wee, bitch\nS-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground\nMuhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg\nI got it, it\'s right here, listen\n\n[Verse 1]\nHolla\nI\'m off the rocks squat the box don\'t rock the spot\nThe Sqad pop \'em I\'ma fuck with the hottest\nDiamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I\'m one of the finest\nAnd to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin\'?\nIce shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something\nWith no heart for bitches like ??? or something\nI be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous\nGet money \'til I\'m dead or \'til the day of my arraigning\nSpittin\' game through the platinum smile\nYou can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile\nHow I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models\nPoppin\' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow\nSee I\'m a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes\nCause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes\nI comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes\nHeat up for the haters speed up for the ladies\nMiss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat\nWeezy shit, this our click\nYou \'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at\nAll of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin\'?\nI cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin\'?\nYou listening? I\'m official pimpin\'\nBe lowkey dippin\', Range Ro\' be twistin\' on blades\nI\'m O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin\'\nBig fucking cannon, holding me back\nWith some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back\nMy niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily\nMy hoes like Nelly cause they go ""Down, down baby""\nI used to dog chickens, cluck \'em, fuck \'em, and duck \'em\nBut now I\'m more mature, I fuck \'em, fuck \'em, and fuck \'em\nStuck inside of the game for damn near two decades\nAnd I\'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray\nAww fuck...\nHuh? Drunk off Cris\', mami on e\nWeezy on e, mami cummin\' on me\nThe diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light\nYou do a lil\' something tonight, I buy you something with ice\nAnd I ain\'t stunting a price, shawty I can afford it\nI been had dough before I was recorded\nStarted to order you a Mercedes C 240\nBut I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me\n[Interlude]\nIt\'s whatever, holla\nI ain\'t stopping, I ain\'t stopping\nCheck it, check it\n\n[Verse 2]\nMuhfucka bet\' not fuck with this nigga\nI\'m itching, clutching the trigger\nMuhfucka you can end up in a river, shit\nI\'m like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit\nAnd my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck\nI\'m fucked up, I\'ll fuck you up for fucking up\nGuns up like ""What\'s up?"", get your fucking guts cut\nTough luck bruh\nWonder why your bitch act stuck up?\nCause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt\nYung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man\nLook call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane\nNigga can\'t tell me nothing \'bout the game\nBeen in that deep shit, every year I\'m M. V. P\nIt\'s just in me\nRims on the \'Lac like 22 inches\nPlay with me, I open up your back like 22 inches\nGuerrilla pimpin\'\nAnd it really isn\'t wise for niggas to start poppin\'\nAt any given time them niggas could start droppin\', peep it\nI\'m off the strip muhfucka what you want?\nThis a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk\nNiggas be like Mase and go to Church\nBut I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt\nHolla at me, I\'m the don bitch\nLook we can get it on bitch\nGotta get another rap to flow on bitch...\nHold up, aight, aight, aight\nListen, playa, all I do is get bread, I\'ma head to them cowards\nAnd if they ever try me, I\'ll bring y\'all the head of them cowards\nThis big spending, see the heads on them dollars\nIt\'s big pimpin\', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers\nChoppers pop at any time for any given reason\nLeave \'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement\nFreedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin\' through sittin\' high on them inches\nMy mission\'s to make sure Squad get expensive\nAnd if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive\nShot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson\nI spark instant, now who want it? I\'ll light your set\nCause I\'m all about money cocksucker, my life a check\nI\'m spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya\nI spit 16 after ya like I rap with y\nPut your chest in the back of ya\nYou would think a truck hit \'em, it\'s Weezy, don\'t fuck with him\nBetter lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick\nCome and get me I spray, spark, spit, it\'s straight war bitch\nNiggas is hoes, like they take long dick\nI wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split\nAnd may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact\n9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap\nI ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats\nIt’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I\'ll die for that\nI climb in the \'Lac, drunk off 190 ?\nDon\'t try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap\nAnd this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black\nDon\'t like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat\nBut fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut\nYou hatin\' us? We tape you up\nI spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks\nBandanas, braids, and cuts, I\'m gangsta\'d up\nMuhfucka\nSee Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $378 [Interlude]\nOh, oh shit, oh shit\nWhat they want?\nI dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy?\nCheck it, check it\n\n[Verse 3]\nLil\' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like ""That\'s so purty""\nFuck with me I\'ll show your chest no mercy\nSqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean\nBring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes\nI pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine\nWake up in the morning, lips burning, can\'t move my spleen\nSee this lil\' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things\nI\'ll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King\nThe heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee\nWatch your wifey, she\'s mostly likely to blow me pipey\nI\'m so exciting\nMoney, murder, steal, kill, rape\nYou should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates\nThis whole world gon\' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors\nI\'ll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you\nTreat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you\n\n\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok, homie, ok\nPeep it out, Squiddad\nLet me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll\nAnd let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out\nS-Q-A-D\n\n[Verse 4]\nDon\'t fool with any niggas like me\nWe pull triggers like weeds\nSwigger off the Piña Colada\nDreams of having cream and the power\nYou need a problem? I\'m the meanest to start with\nAnd got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin\nFor any discomfort the Ninas is sparking\nBe in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers\nKeep it clean, I\'m a young Sqad street teen, only into green\nIf you intervene I\'ll leave your ass colder than Winter\nAnd y\'all just look like bitches\nYou get fucked then I nut up\nAnd just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up\nNigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop\nI spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks\nDip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop\nWe fix blocks, suddenly watch the income\nFuck with me, watch the outcome\nNiggas don\'t wanna hear the Glock rung\n\n[Interlude]\nThat\'s that real shit, that\'s-\nK, ok, ok\nYea, holla at me, holla at me\nThis for all these niggas, you know me\nListen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it\nIt\'s Weezy Wee, Lil\' Jay, Lil\' Tez, Lil\' Fee Fee, Lil\' Yo, Lil\' Sammie, T-Redd\nHolla at us, holla at us, holla at us\nCan\'t forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don\'t forget it\nCheck it, check it\n\n[Verse 5]\nPlayboy I pimp huge\nSee the whip cruise on big shoes\nSlide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos\nSee Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose\nBut dude, I ain\'t got nothing for her but some dick juice\nI stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather\nThey gon\' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure\nI tells you once, I\'m the don, you can trust my word\nI say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world\nI be with niggas that could get me years\nI be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears\nListen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up\nWith a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up\nYou think it\'s soft? Let the thing bust \'til I\'m seeing pink guts\nNiggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us\nYou know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka\nI ain\'t gon\' stop the flow until the end\nK we got a new game, I\'m running, punting, I ain\'t passing the ball\nYou other niggas just be crashing the boards\nWith a team full of great players, but I\'m a veteran, all-star\nAnd let\'s be real man, I\'m better than all y\'all\nI\'m the truth, I\'m the reason, I\'m the meaning, I\'m the shit\nI\'m the alleged convict in any Sqad incident\nLast name Carter like Vince and shit\nBut I don\'t slam balls and goals, my life\'s money, cars, and hoes\nCadillac white walls and \'Bauds, pimpin\' partna\nPlus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor\nLet\'s get this partna, I\'m the young don these niggas honor\nAnd those of you who ain\'t cheap can\'t buy a vowel\nIt\'s cause the child\'s mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer\nLibel to find my condom inside of dry vagina\nI\'m kinda calm, drama goes with my persona\nA minor with intentions to harm ya, holla\n\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nSwitch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up\nListen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money\nPuff holla at me\n\n[Verse 6]\nHomeboy it\'s Sqad shit\nIt\'s gon\' be Sqad shit, swallow it\nHe who disrespect, hollows follow him\nFlash the pistol, watch \'em stop and pose like they modeling\nBlast \'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen\nSeriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men\nTurn \'em against you and make \'em kill ya mom and them, don\'t fuck with me\nBuck 50 on the dash of the box but that\'s only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire\nWrist looking like blue fire\nPiña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider\nHolla at me, you know you know me\nGot out the streets and start hustlin\', there\'s still some fiends who owe me\nBlow me some dro, nah I ain\'t smoking I stopped that\nMy niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact\nI\'m kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain\'t gonna leave you kinda fucked up\nI leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it\'s Sqad shit, bitch\n\n[Interlude]\nOh shit, I ain\'t finished\nOh shit, I ain\'t finished\nI ain\'t finished Duke\nCheck it, listen\n\n[Verse 7]\nI come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like ""Click"", ""Squeak"", ""Pow""\nGet down or you dying, niggas tote iron\nGot that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I\'m talkin\' weight like birds\nAnd you might get served if it’s proper enough\nOr find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something\nA baller blocker or something, I\'ll send your noggin a hundred\nHave the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running\nType of life I live, Gotti would love it\nSqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget\nCan\'t nobody put nobody above it\nAnd if they do, they find they body with your body above it\nFuck it, let\'s take it public, nah leave it the gutter\nFuck it, let\'s go and dump \'em, nah leave \'em in the gutter\nHustler, keep it thuggin\', why the fuck you niggas buggin\'?\nThe hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket jacket\nCall me Weezy you bitch\n\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nThe d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap\nHow the fuck I\'ma do that?\nHolla at me, if you feel me holla at me\nSqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me\nI\'m a real nigga, you know, you know me\nD. J. Riddaj Smoove\n\'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft\nYou know me, let\'s go\nIs y\'all ready? Check it out, check it out\n\n[Verse 8]\nListen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin\'\nBetter get flocking or get gotten\nDawg I speak with the gun, nigga\'s holla in the street like ""What\'s up?""\nI tell \'em ""Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck""\nThe droughts come bring the pots out, let\'s do what we do\nYou fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue\nNow who seeing me? Not a person\nGot a personal grudge with these commercial thugs\nNo studio with me, true\nI shine hard and I be flossin\' very sweet\nBut I\'m like Iverson dawg, I be ballin\' but very street\nKeep my name out your yapper, or you gon\' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa\nI ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper\nThe tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs\nSupply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece\nMy crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese\n\n[Interlude]\nDude, dude, who you know fucking with me man?\nCheck it, check it\n\n\n[Verse 9]\nWhat up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don\nReal nigga dude, I promise that to God\nWhen I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I\'m not cursed\nWalk around with TECs poking out my shirt\nNiggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt\nTry me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt\nYes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right\nPull you out your car at a stoplight\nCatch you in the waist, make you my height\nThis shit\'s not nice, I\'ll have you chopped twice for a hot price\nOr I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life\nCan you see that?\nProperly under my seat is where the heat at\nDirectly in your head is where the bullets meet at\nI be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, \'til the Lord take us\nWe gon\' all get paper, just stay faithful\nCross the gate bitch and we rape you\nAin\'t nothing sugar nigga we all salt\nFuck y\'all and that\'s y\'all fault\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla at us\nMan this Sqad shit is real, real biddig\nOoo shit\nI ain’t - oh, oh, oh\nCheck it, check it, check it\nFollow me\nListen\n\n[Verse 10]\nHomie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk\nDie for my Sqad, kill for my dough\nMy attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops\nMy real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops\nI\'m living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops\nAnd I\'m a young nigga, I don\'t even know how to do the bus stop\nBut I got my money right\nWhen I hit the club, make it a sunny night\nSee the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight\nWatching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right?\nPull up next to \'em in a 500 bumpin\' Betty Wright\nKeep my shit spaghetti tight\nPlayboy put the hood on that\nWe buy sports cars and put the fuckin\' hood on that\nMy bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that\nAny place, you be careful cause I could own that\nMoët and E, I\'m good on that\nYour bitch looking at me, I should bone that\nY\'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nCheck it, check it, check it\n\n[Verse 11]\nS-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that\'s what I represent \'til I die\nMuhfucka bust one in your eye\nFlip pies, I used to do that shit in like \'95\nBut I\'ma switch it up to \'99, 2000, 2001\nI ride cars that\'s 2000 and fun\nYou know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22\'s\nAnd hoes be losing they mind, boy\n\n[Interlude]\nIt\'s about to come, it\'s about to come\nWhat y\'all want? What y\'all want?\nCheck it, check it\nFee Fee Favorite\n\n[Verse 12]\nFlippin\' in a whippa\nPeel the top back like a zipper\nSkippin\' on them chrome dip slippers\nRippin\' on the lips of a stripper\nIf that\'s your bitch mister don\'t kiss her\nIf so you might as well kiss a pistol\nCause all I do is shoot off in her whistler\nShe finna get my name on her shitter\nAnd I ain\'t even hit her\nMy nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda\nForget her, another bitch just paged in\nWeezy blazing, come through in something amazing\nI ball so good I need a sports agent\nLook at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what\'s wrong?\nMy jewelry\'s like a white boy, always stoned\nI got a big home but I\'m always gone\nThat\'s why your bath towels is always gone\nHoes I meet nowadays panties always gone\nAnd baby after I fuck I\'m always gone\n\n[Interlude]\nI mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla\nBitch I can\'t love you\nHolla, hahaha\nListen\n\n[Verse 13]\nHomie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head\nSo all I\'m feeling is air on my head\nWith some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head\nMeet you close to knock you square out your head\nSip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up\nIn Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer\nPlus the prices is cooler\nI come back through the hood with that dirty\nAnd tell \'em I\'m like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies\nGot bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa\nBut Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya\nWeezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya\nAnd Weezy don\'t Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya\nHow about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up\nAnd tape \'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs\nI gets high \'til I can\'t focus\nBut a main focus to remain focused, they ain\'t focused, muhfucka\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit\nBoy, boy, boy\nOk\n\n[Verse 14]\nI spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor\nAny beefs involving homie, your momma\nHomie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour\nSpark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers\nSmell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us\nWe do just what the neighborhood have shown us\nWe murder opponents and don\'t think about it, forget about it\nNiggas won\'t do shit about it\nWave the pistol, get the bitch up out \'em\nI\'m off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford\nAny problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him\nHit the block with bricks of powder\nWhat you know \'bout doing that?\nAnd splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact\nDawg I\'m all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here\'s what I give you instead\nI\'ll make you hip out when them fuckin\' bullets dig in your leg\nPositive niggas talking spooky, y\'all ain\'t scaring nobody\nY\'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla\n\n[Interlude]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nAight\nListen\n\n[Verse 15]\nI wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists\nNo rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes\nWish my Sqad live happy\nI wish my kids grow stronger than me\nI wish my momma live longer than me\nI wish the cops stay off the corner this week\nI wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease\nI wish them niggas who ain\'t got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit\nAnd you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit\nI wish that I could get high but when I\'m high I wish I wouldn\'t get high\nSometimes I wish I wasn\'t alive\nI wish for Heaven gates to enter\nWish for Lakers\' tickets at the Staples Center\nMy seats, floor me\nWish Chris Childs wouldn\'t of hit Kobe\nWhen I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns\nWish 22 inch rims wouldn\'t rub on sharp turns\nI wish these hoes stop lying\nI wish these niggas stop lying\nWish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying\n\n[Interlude]\nFuck it. That\'s just some shit I wish for, fuck it\nAight. That what you want?\nAight, listen, listen\n\n[Verse 16]\nI wish I ain\'t have to go on tour to sell records\nI wish I ain\'t have to sell records\nFuck, I wish I ain\'t have a jail record\nWish every bitch gave head\nI wish I could\'ve saved Dad\nI wish I make money \'til I\'m a dead man\nI wish my chain wasn\'t heavy around my neck\nWish hoes wouldn\'t suck dick and try to kiss down my neck\nWish I ain\'t have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that\nBitch I wish you wouldn\'t wanna be down for that\nI wish there wasn’t no droughts\nI wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ??\nI wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit\n\n[Interlude]\nDon’t stop it though\nShit, boy\nFuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha\nListen\n\n[Verse 17]\nNigga respect Weezy\nI leave everyone of you bustas to suffer\nFuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for\nThe Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers\nKick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature\n\n[Interlude]\nOh I can’t do that one\nOk, ok\nWhat you know about Weezy dawg?\nWhat the fuck y’all know about Weezy?\nHolla at me, holla at me, holla at me\nLet’s switch it up\nHolla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don\nDon’t get it tangled or twisted\nYour head will get splitted\nTell the whole world that I did it\nYou bullshitted\nWe don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want?\nWe bring it to your head and your -\nBoy, boy, check it\n\n[Verse 18]\nNigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none\nIntentions to kill some, from bitches to children\nFor real we will come inside of your buildings\nWith Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some\nLet them 4s blaze\nMy niggas blows haze\nGuzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay\nBe dying the worst way\nWho want it? Your bitch, you\nSqad is the official shit\nPistols spit behind little shit\nI get a bad bitch who lick\nAnd keep her posted up on the low\nShe never cook pork but only cook coke\nDie for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity\nHold minds for ransom, head sold separately\nI’m a ape dawg\nTrapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg\nBut I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball\nAnd I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage\n18 years old, I got cash that age\n\n[Interlude]\nWho fuckin’ with me?\nI’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka\nShit, ok, ok, listen\nThis how we gon’ do it\nS-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T\nOk, yeah, yeah, hahaha\nI like that, I like that\nLay low muhfucka\n\n[Verse 19]\nI can’t live forever\nAnd so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’\nAnd if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’\nI swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something\nMy Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’\nWe peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle\nBig guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga\nBricks go for 10 gs on street value\nPatience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you\nThe S Class is casual for the summer\nLet me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me\nNigga we gon’ be here for a long time\n‘Cause we done been here for a long time\nNow who want it – some problems?\nUhh, uhh, oh shit\nI ain’t finished\nCheck it, check it\nI’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone\nHolla at me\n\n[Verse 20]\nReady for the track to switch up\nBitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up\nBitch suck my dick up\n‘Til she get the hiccups\n*Hiccups*, excuse you ho\nNow I got to lose you ho\nYou know how Sqad dos you ho\nMove you through the shit smooth and slow\nNow you gotta do the whole clique\nYou know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick\nCatch the whole nut until you never don’t spit\nThis some freestyle shit until the track gone\nBitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone\nI shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone\nRap on\n\n[Interlude]\nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one\n\n[Verse 21]\n17th Ward nigga\nMy balls thicker, scars and hard liquor\nRevolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga\nFuck the laws and fuck peace\nWe all live raw\nAnd we duck them boys and run streets\nThis shit won’t cease\nYou got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka\n‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka\nAnd I’m young but a wise nigga\nBut in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it\nFuck it, tryna join my daddy\nAutomatic weapons, pow\nYou can call the paramedics now\nAnd if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds\nI’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’\nAnd chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low\nWe can’t let the feds know nothing\nWe keep it quiet as kept\nIf someone frontin’ you find him dest\n\n[Interlude]\nI’m sorry\nWhat the fuck is “find him dest”?\nI meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death”\nDeath\n7, S. Q\nHolla at us, check it\n\n[Verse 22]\nPistols burning\nPop the barrel, turning\nIt got the faggots squirming\nWe closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in\nCoke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled\nAnd dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble\nGet a bad bitch to hustle and move product\nAnd split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her\nNot behind the ho, but only behind the dough\nAnd behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door\nYou ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise\nWe kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils\nWe reside inside the S. Q. bombers\nAnd we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas\nSo stay from ‘round us\nAnd to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you\nI be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you\nThen let a K hit you\nFuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all\nMake you my underdog, put you under dawg\n\n[Interlude]\nUnder dawg, holla\nThis shit we doing is under dawg\nMan, listen\n\n[Verse 23]\nBitch I’m explosive\nAll this niggas know this\nWeezy, I’m your woadie\nHolla, guns is toted\nNever fucking loaded\nBut I keep more E\nYou know how I do it bitch, I do it for me\nI do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps\nI do it for Sqad\nI do it ‘cause I ride\nI do it ‘til I die\nI never gets high\nI’m always on my toes\nI never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes\nBut I only gets my dick sucked\nThat’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide\nDown with the Squiddad\n\n[Interlude]\nOh, oh that my nigga Six Shot\nYeah, bout to run it\nUh oh, uh oh, uh oh\nCheck it, check it\nListen\n\n[Verse 24]\nI do just what I motherfuckin’ want\nI never live with regrets\nI speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest\nTake heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist\nOr take three to the left side of your face\nA multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s\nA hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates\nThey fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes\nI ride in a frenzy\nRide in a Benzy\nFuck it, tryna fire my enemies\nFire a sack, recline back, and feel me\nI spit that filthy shit\nThat gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me\nLet’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt\nOr the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me mothafucke, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nThat’s my nigga, yeah\nListen, listen\n\n[Verse 25]\nThis is for the Sqad I sip Moët with\nThis is for the Sqad that I pop X with\nThis is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with\nThis is for my Sqad that I usually fools with\nThis is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo\nThis is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though\nThis is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa\nThis is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga\n\n[Interlude]\nHaha holla, holla\nI was feeling that one, that was real nice\nWas real nice\nOk, ok\nListen\n\n[Verse 26]\nWe carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets\nAnd clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors\nThe Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers\nPassing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton\nWho stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible\nFind me in a Benz – aqua blue\nRims colossal dude\nAnd right under the seat’s a Glock or two\nDon’t make me pop at you\nAnd got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you\nPeople ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?”\nI pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge\nListen, I’ve had loot since a kid\nI ain’t just start having dough\nAs a matter of fact, I started having dough\nI’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks\nBe very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats\nI bet he choke\n\n[Interlude]\nWhat you don’t know?\nIt’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy\nGet with it\nHolla at us\nOh shit, holla at me\nYa, ya, ya\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nFat, I got us\nIs you ready?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nNot a muhfuckin’ thing\nThey don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance\nHolla at me listen\n\n[Verse 27]\nNigga fuck with me, get washed away\nGlocks and revolvers spray\nCats get they corners blazed\nBlast with enormous Ks\nUnderstand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him\nPlay with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium\nBeef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly\nUnleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre-\n‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on\nDoo rag, G Nikes on\nHope the choir sing your ass a nice song\nNiggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad\nIt is not wise\nI’m robbing your block with Glock 9s\nPull out, cock, pop moms\nDrop bombs\nYou niggas ?????????\nSqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me\nCome to take shit\nWe be on some money make shit\nSimply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason\nHave you parents in the front emergency room pacing\nCrying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say\n“Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla\n*Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’\nCome to your fucking street and kill families\nHolla at this muhfuckin’ nigga\nYou know me\nAnd ask your bitch, she blow me\nYou know I’m in love with Kobe\nAnd Hovi\n\n[Interlude]\nOk, ok\nWhat they want?\nCheck it, check it\n\n[Verse 28]\nNigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter\nI’m a heartless lil’ bastard\nSince Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered\nFuck all of you faggots\nRegulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta\nSpit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka\nIt’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate\nRunning with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit\nNiggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute\nOr my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis\nI’ma stay trill for the spinach\nTremendous when I’m on that green shit\nMenace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit\nI’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit\nMy appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips\nFuck with me I blast you idiots\nLet the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka\n\n[Interlude]\nMuhfucka, ok, it’s real time\nIt’s real time\nI know what song next\nI fuckin’ know what song next\nCheck it, check it\n""Nigga I crash parties crash-""\nOh I ain’t know that was next\nI ain’t know that was next\nI really didn’t know that was next\nSorry. I’ma freestyle to it\n\n[Verse 29]\nOk ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy\nAin’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy\nYou know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot\nWe do the things, we do it big, we ride big\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick\nI make your momma and your child spit up blood\nI make shit come up to your thighs\nThis the Squad\nI don’t fuck with niggas\nI only fuck with six niggas\nI only fuck with rich niggas\nI only fuck with C. M. B. dawg\nAnd they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg\nI’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone\nI’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone\nI’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone\nAnd I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka\nHere’s my dick, you can climb on\n\n[Interlude]\nFuck, holla at me, holla at me\nFull of that Mo’\nNow I’m full of that dro\nYeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove?\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit\nCheck me, check me\nListen\n\n[Verse 30]\nI’m a outlaw\nI’m quick on the draw\nI’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward\nI go hard, these niggas can’t play with me\nI got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me\nI spit this shit like a K spit rapidly\nI make your fucking family live unhappily\nWho the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy?\nThey know what I’m fucking ‘bout\nThey know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth\nI keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit\nBut this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks\nThis Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch\nAnd I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch\nI put the -\nOh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’\nI ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up\nI’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu -\nOh, oh, we living it up\nWe doing it real fucking big\nWe will kill fucking kids\nIf you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions\n\n[Interlude]\nYou get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nWhat they know about me? Listen\nGot some shit coming\nY’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare\n‘Cause here it come, ok\nLet’s do it\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy?\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about me?\nListen\n\n[Verse 31]\nNigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris\nCrash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis\nInfected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V\nThat stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence\nThat’s what I die with\nI pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit\nWe on some mob shit\nSome lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch\nGlocks spit behind anything\nBitch lick anything\n‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank\nGot a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip\nWith Limo tints to hide me in the whip\nTold mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at\nIn other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at\nYou can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles\nBouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it\nLounging in bubble\nRocky watch resemble mountains or something\nFronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n\nAye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese\nYou fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat\nYou fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free\nYou touching your knees\nAnd if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe\nNow how you like lookin’?\nWhen the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token\nDespite the business, fuck rap\nPicture block on a motorcycle wheeling\nBut the Glock ain’t right for kidneys\nI don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes\nDate you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes\nThen replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes\nAll the women in this nation hoes\nHot since my creation woa’\nWho the fuck want him?\nBitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em\nI got pistols with blood on ‘em\nWhips with dubs on ‘em\nNiggas with chips and drugs on ‘em\nGot bitches with hips and tits on ‘em\nLips with dicks on ‘em\nChicks with bricks on ‘em\nChicks with chicks on ‘em\nI’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6\nGet dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit\nThis shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit\nSome chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit\nPimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit\nA bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit\n\n[Interlude]\nHolla at me, I’m still not done\nHolla at me, check it, I’m still not done\nNigga holla at me, holla at me\nListen, listen, listen\n\n[Verse 32]\nDon’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most\nI come with the toast\nGet it hot like summer was close\nI’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’\nExploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’\nSober? Forget it\nThis C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed\nThe youngest soldier come with it\nCock back, guns put holes in your fitted\nNigga I told you to quit it\nI load it with 50\nI blow ‘til it’s empty\nThe dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’\nRopin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit\nHoppin’ out the Rover with Semis\nWildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house\nWith a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out\nNow who hating?\nNiggas cheapskating, underestimating\nThe heat take him, put him under extra pavement\nSome one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like -\n\n[Outro: Lil Wayne]\nWhoo, whoo, fuck it\nThat’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches\nHolla at me\nWeezy Wee, Raj Smoove\nAnd that’s the end of that story\nOne\nShit\nMan, man53Embed', 'default'",0 -1637,Apocalyptica___Bittersweet,sad,"""Bittersweet [Verse 1: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nI'm giving up the ghost of love\nAnd a shadow is cast on devotion\nShe is the one that I adore\nQueen of my silent suffocation\n\n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\n\n[Verse 2: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBittersweet\nI won't give up\nI'm possessed by her\nI'm bearing a cross\nShe's turned into my curse\n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\n\n[Bridge: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBittersweet, I want you\nOh, how I wanted you\nAnd I need you\nHow I needed you\n\n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\nBittersweetSee Apocalyptica LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1 ",1 -4744,Camera_Obscura___If_Looks_Could_Kill,happy,"""If Looks Could Kill [Intro]\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\n\n[Verse 1]\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I can make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\n'Cause you know that you really upset her\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he's never had\nIf it's true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go\n[Verse 2]\nIs this the kind of fate you could contemplate?\nA breakdown at my very sight\nWell, I promise hidden words of tenderness\nIn every single line that I write\n\n[Chorus]\nStill, you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he's never had\nIf it's true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go\n\n[Bridge]\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\n [Chorus]\n'Cause you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he's never had\nIf it's true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\n'Cause you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he's never had\nIf it's true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go\n\n[Outro]\nIf it's true looks can kill\nIf it's true looks can kill\nIs it true looks can kill?\nYeah, it's true looks can kill ",0 -8931,Fear_My_Thoughts___Culture_Of_Fear,anger,"""Culture of Fear To hunt the ones I am here for\nI don't care how long it will take, in a culture of fear I please expectations\nIf it bleeds it leads, we all know so well\nI feed the needy - I feed them fear and I will shed not any precious tear\nThe distance of these motives is wide, I'm standing on the safer side\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'm here to spread Anxiety, I will fuel all your fear\n\nI capture human tragedies, I'm here to catch the moments of pure despair\nAgony is fueling me, Anxiety is ruling me\n[Chorus]\nIn a culture of fear I please expectations\nIn a culture of fear I satisfy you",3 -3425,Blackmail___The_Small_Saving_Tar_Pit,sad,"""The Small Saving Tar Pit Hair-raising sheik\nYou're much too late\nYou've been the temper who's fixing a cause\nThe peak of the day\nIt's waiting for your packed up slave\n\nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nHave come to leave what we have had\nI'm on my way\nThe sizes we take\nThey have been given to give us a call\nYou know that we claim\nFour million pictures that we saved\n\nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nThey've come to leave what we have had\nImprove this fever, errate the scared\nI'm leaving though you're in my head\n\nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nThey've come to leave what we have had\nImprove this fever, errate the scared\nI'm leaving though you're in my head",1 -6977,Devendra_Banhart___Autumns_Child,sad,"""Autumn’s Child Autumn's child\nRaise your head\nAutumn's child\nYou sweet young thing\nStay dead horse\nStand dead horse\nRun river run\nSun shine sun\nSing child sing\nSing your song\nSing your song\nAutumn's child\nCome raise your head\nAutumn's child\nSweet young thing\nSweet young thing",1 -7925,Electric_Light_Orchestra___HOLD_ON_TIGHT,happy,"""Hold On Tight [Verse 1]\nHmm, hold on tight to your dream\nHey, hold on tight to your dream\nWhen you see your ship go sailing\nWhen you feel your heart is breaking\nHold on tight to your dream, hmm\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's a long time to be gone Hold on, hold on\nOh, time just rolls on and on Hold on, hold on\nWhen you need a shoulder to cry on\nWhen you get so sick of trying, just-a\nHold on tight to your dream\n[Bridge]\nWhen you get so down that you can't get up\nAnd you want so much, but you're all out of luck\nWhen you're so downhearted and misunderstood\nJust over and over and over you could, oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nAccroche-toi à ton rêve\nAccroche-toi à ton rêve\nQuand tu vois ton bateau partir\nQuand tu sens ton cœur se briser\nAccroche-toi à ton rêve\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen you get so down that you can't get up\nAnd you want so much, but you're all out of luck\nWhen you're so downhearted and misunderstood\nJust over and over and over you could, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 4]\nHold on tight to your dream, hey\nHold on tight to your dream, yeah\nWhen you see the shadows falling\nWhen you hear that cold wind calling\nHold on tight to your dream\n [Outro]\nOoh, yeah\nHold on tight to your dream\nYeah, yeah\nHold on tight\nTo your dream3 ",0 -8762,FC_Kahuna___Hayling,calm,"""Hayling [Verse: Hafdís Huld]\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon't think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here",2 -3597,Bloodpit___Platitude,sad,"""Platitude Is there a light at the end of your life\nCan you see what happened here\nYou won't see me in a coffin\nI'm to live by the brightest blaze\nTo live by the brightest blaze\n\nI see there ain't no sanctuary\nThere's no shelter\nThere's no grace\n\nI see there ain't no sanctuary\nThere's no shelter\nThere's no grace\nLove and hate, both blind but deep\nWhy can't you see what's going on\nThe long centuries in an hour\nAs I close my tired eyes\n\nI see there ain't no sanctuary\nThere's no shelter\nThere's no grace\n\nI see there ain't no sanctuary\nThere's no shelter\nThere's no grace\n\nSo I spend these times in a shell",1 -7847,Ego_Likeness___You_Better_Leave_the_Stars_Alone,sad,"""You Better Leave The Stars Alone It's a long way down\nAnd everything's broken\nIt's crazy what some will do for love\n\nIt's a long day coming\nAnd the stone is crumbling\nDo you fear what you might find on the other side?\n\nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone\nIt's a long way down\nAnd the dark road is a serpent\nBut you and I are not so different\n\nIt's a long day coming\nAnd your faith is crumbling\nDo you fear what you might find if you look inside?\n\nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone\n\nAnd some give us names\nAnd some give us chains\nAnd some just try to give us away in vain\n\nBut we might be maidens\nWe might be Queens\nBut we are not made to realize your dreams\n\nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone",1 -3958,Bouncing_Souls___Better_Things,happy,"""Better Things Here's wishing you the bluest skies\nAnd hoping something better comes tomorrow\nHoping all the verses rhyme\nThe very best of choruses to\nFollow all that doubt and sadness\nI know that better things are on the way\n\nHere's hoping all the days ahead\nWon't be as bitter as the ones behind you\nBe an optimist instead\nAnd somehow happiness will find you\nForget what happened yesterday\nI know that better things are on the way\nIt's really good to see you rocking out and having fun\nLiving like you've just begun\nAccept your life and what it brings\nI hope tomorrow you find better things\nI know tomorrow you'll find better things\n\nHere's wishing you the bluest skies\nAnd hoping something better comes tomorrow\nHoping all the verses rhyme\nThe very best of choruses to\nFollow all the doubt and sadness\nI know that better things are on their way\n\nIt's really good to see you rocking out and having fun\nLiving like you've just begun\nAccept your life and what it brings\nI hope tomorrow you find better things\nI know tomorrow you'll find better things\nI know tomorrow you'll find better things\n\nForget what happened yesterday\nI know that better things are on their way\n\nI know you got a lot of good things happening up ahead\nThe past is gone, it's all been said\nSo here's to what the future brings\nI hope tomorrow you'll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you'll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you'll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you'll find better things\nI know tomorrow you'll find better things",0 -8427,Enya___Paint_The_Sky_With_Stars,sad,"'Paint the Sky With Stars [Verse 1]\nSuddenly before my eyes\nHues of indigo arise\nWith them how my spirit sighs\nPaint the sky with stars\n\n[Verse 2]\nOnly night will ever know\nWhy the heavens never show\nAll the dreams there are to know\nPaint the sky with stars\n[Chorus]\nWho has placed the midnight sky\nSo a spirit has to fly?\nAs the heavens seem so far\nNow who will paint the midnight star?\n\n[Verse 3]\nNight has brought to those who sleep\nOnly dreams they cannot keep\nI have legends in the deep\nPaint the sky with stars\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nWho has placed the midnight sky\nSo a spirit has to fly?\nAs the heavens seem so far\nNow who will paint the midnight star?\n\n[Verse 4]\nPlace a name upon the night\nOne to set your heart alight\nAnd to make the darkness bright\nPaint the sky with stars Embed', 'default'",1 -5984,Crazy_Town___Drowning,sad,"'Drowning [Verse 1: Shifty Shellshock, Bret ""Epic"" Mazur]\nEverything is so complex\nEveryday is like a test\nFull of obstacles that seem almost impossible\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another breath\nNot a minute left, how long have I been drifting?\nPass the glass pipe, hit the flash light now break it\nPeople say I\'m a star but I still think I\'ll never make it\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another prayer\nNot a second left, I feel there\'s something missing\n[Chorus: Bret ""Epic"" Mazur]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\n\n[Verse 2: Shifty Shellshock, Bret ""Epic"" Mazur]\nI\'ve been to hell and back lookin\' for the answers to life\nLookin\' at myself tryin to get things right\nAnd I\'m feelin\' just another breath\nNot a minute left, I feel the darkness lifting\nThere was a time that I questioned if I\'d ever be alright\nRunnin\' gettin\' high, stayin\' trapped by sleepless nights\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another breath\nNot a minute left I feel there\'s something missing\nI\'m running from myself and all the things I don\'t like\nLivin\' every night, like it\'s the last night\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another prayer\nNot a second left, I need to stop resisting\n\n[Chorus: Bret ""Epic"" Mazur]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\n [Bridge: Shifty Shellshock, Bret ""Epic"" Mazur]\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\n\n[Chorus: Bret ""Epic"" Mazur, Shifty Shellshock]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? Drowning in the drama, lost in the line\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? Swept by the currents of life, caught in the riptideEmbed', 'default'",1 -2225,Axel_Rudi_Pell___Ashes_from_the_Oath,calm,"""Ashes from the Oath [Verse 1]\nSilent night, we saw the rainbow in the sky\nFilled with hope, ready to cry\nRoaring thunder, and the moon was passing by\nCrack in the wall, light in the sky\nEarly morning, and the strangers sailed away\nWe don't want another day\nWe looked for truth, for the reasons of our fate\nAll reply we got was hate, yeah\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n[Verse 2]\nThe black light's calling, and the moon eclipsed the sun\nEndless dreams, nowhere to run\nWe tried to get out, we're lost under the gun\nIn the chance waiting for dawn\nBurning candles, smoke filled up the air\nWe called the fire to help us there\nKings and queens, the illusions of our dreams\nSurrounded by the fear, that the end is coming near\n\n[Chorus]\nAll we need is the answer\nFrom the lost world of home\nAnd we pray till the morning\nOn the ashes from the oath\nThe ashes from the oath\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nEarly morning, the strangers sailed away\nWe don't want another day\nWe looked for truth, for the reasons of our fate\nThe only reply we got was hate\n\n[Chorus]\nAll we need is the answer\nFrom the lost world of home\nAnd we pray till the morning\nOn the ashes from the oath, yeah\nAnd we search for tomorrow\nFor our lives, and our sins\nAnd our praying still goes on and on\nOn the ashes from the oath\nThe ashes from the oath\n [Guitar Solo] ",2 -467,Agnostic_Front___Gotta_Go,happy,"""Gotta Go From the east coast to the west coast\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nTrue sounds of a revolution\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nIn our hearts and in our souls\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nUnited we stand, divided we fall\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\n\nCan't keep touch with you or me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNeed sense of security\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nWant to live my life for me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nWhy can't they just let me be\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nSay I'm crazy, just brain dead\nPlanting thoughts within my head\nCan't believe what I've said\nWhat has become of me\nWhat has become of me\n\nDon't believe what you've been told\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNever seen no streets paved in gold\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nMindless violence ruined me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNo such thing as something free\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\n\nSay I'm crazy, just brain dead\nPlanting thoughts within my head\nCan't believe what I've said\nWhat has become of me\nWhat has become of me\n\nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get out of here\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get out of here\n I gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get\nOut of here ",0 -7696,Echoing_Green__The___Winter,calm,"""Winter The lonliness is never kind\nEverytime the shadows cross my mind\nAnd chills they trace my spine\n\nThe night is cold\nThe pain is old\nEmbracing all the hopes I hold\nIntentions go untold...\nCan I?\n\nFly away, cry away\nLet the tearfall drench your skin\nFly away from the day\nThat your heart got stranded in\nFly away, cry away\nLet the tearfall drench your skin\nFly away from all the grey\nOf the winter that you're in\nIs this the endless ride\nThe hell inside\nAnd no one to confide\nAnd innocence has died\n\nAnd all the prayers that I have yet to say\nAnd all the grace I've\nSomehow pushed away\nIf I look up today... can ?\n\nAll songs c 2003 songs from planet earth",2 -3776,Bob_Dylan___Pretty_PeggyO,calm,"""Pretty Peggy-O [Intro]\nI've been around this whole country\nBut I never yet found Fenneario\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, as we marched down, as we marched down\nWell, as we marched down to Fennerio\nWell, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove\nHer name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, what will your mother say, what will your mother say\nWhat will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O\nWhat will your mother say to know you're going away\nYou're never, never, never coming back-io ?\n[Verse 3]\nCome a-running down your stairs\nCome a-running down your stairs\nCome a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O\nCome a-running down your stairs\nCombing back your yellow hair\nYou're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe lieutenant he has gone\nThe lieutenant he has gone\nThe lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O\nThe lieutenant he has gone, long gone\nHe's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead\nOur captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O\nWell, our captain he is dead, died for a maid\nHe's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O",2 -3772,Bob_Dylan___Gates_Of_Eden,sad,"""Gates of Eden [Verse 1]\nOf war and peace the truth just twists\nIts curfew gull it glides\nUpon four-legged forest clouds\nThe cowboy angel rides\nWith his candle lit into the sun\nThough its glow is waxed in black\nAll except when 'neath the trees of Eden\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe lamppost stands with folded arms\nIts iron claws attached\nTo curbs 'neath holes where babies wail\nThough it shadows metal badge\nAll and all can only fall\nWith a crashing but meaningless blow\nNo sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden\n[Verse 3]\nThe savage soldier sticks his head in sand\nAnd then complains\nUnto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf\nBut still remains\nUpon the beach where hound dogs bay\nAt ships with tattooed sails\nHeading for the Gates of Eden\n\n[Verse 4]\nWith a time-rusted compass blade\nAladdin and his lamp\nSits with Utopian hermit monks\nSidesaddle on the Golden Calf\nAnd on their promises of paradise\nYou will not hear a laugh\nAll except inside the Gates of Eden\n\n[Verse 5]\nRelationships of ownership\nThey whisper in the wings\nTo those condemned to act accordingly\nAnd wait for succeeding kings\nAnd I try to harmonize with songs\nThe lonesome sparrow sings\nThere are no kings inside the Gates of Eden\n [Verse 6]\nThe motorcycle Black Madonna\nTwo-wheeled gypsy queen\nAnd her silver-studded phantom cause\nThe gray flannel dwarf to scream\nAs he weeps to wicked birds of prey\nWho pick up on his bread crumb sins\nAnd there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden\n\n[Verse 7]\nThe kingdoms of Experience\nIn the precious winds they rot\nWhile paupers change possessions\nEach one wishing for what the other has got\nAnd the princess and the prince discuss\nWhat's real and what is not\nIt doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden\n\n[Verse 8]\nThe foreign sun, it squints upon\nA bed that is never mine\nAs friends and other strangers\nFrom their fates try to resign\nLeaving men wholly, totally free\nTo do anything they wish to do but die\nAnd there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden\n[Verse 9]\nAt dawn my lover comes to me\nAnd tells me of her dreams\nWith no attempts to shovel the glimpse\nInto the ditch of what each one means\nAt times I think there are no words\nBut these to tell what's true\nAnd there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden2 ",1 -118,A_Tribe_Called_Quest___Electric_Relaxation,happy,"'Electric Relaxation [Produced by A Tribe Called Quest]\n\n[Chorus: Q-Tip]\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\n\n[Verse 1: Q-Tip]\nHoney, check it out, you got me mesmerized\nWith your black hair and your fat-ass thighs\nStreet poetry is my everyday\nBut yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way\nIf I was workin\' at the club, you would not pay\nA-yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somethin\' to say\n[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]\nI like \'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian\nName is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation\nTold you in the jam that we can get down\nNow let\'s knock the boots like the group H-Town\nYou got BBD all on your bedroom wall\nBut I\'m above the rim, and this is how I ball\nA gritty little somethin\' on the New York street\nThis is how I represent over this here beat\nTalking \'bout you..\n\n[Verse 3: Q-Tip]\nYo, I took you out\nBut sex was on my mind for the whole damn route\nMy mind was in a frenzy and a horny state\nBut I couldn\'t drop dimes \'cause you couldn\'t relate\n[Chorus: Q-Tip]\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down You couldn\'t relate\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down You couldn\'t relate\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\n\n[Verse 4: Q-Tip]\nStretch out your legs, let me make you bawl\nDrive you insane, drive you up the wall\nStarin\' at your dome-piece, very strong\nStronger than pride, stronger than Teflon\nTake you on the Ave. and you buy me links\nNow I wanna pound the poontang until it stinks\nYou can be my mama and I\'ll be your boy\n [Verse 5: Phife Dawg]\nOriginal rude boy, never am I coy\nYou can be a shorty in my ill convoy\nNot to come across as a thug or a hood\nBut hun, you got the goods, like Madelyne Woods\nBy the way, my name\'s Malik, the Five-Foot Freak\nLet\'s say we get together by the end of the week?\nShe simply said, ""No"", labelled me a hoe\nI said, ""How you figure?"", ""My friends told me so""\nI hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap\nWord to God, hun, I don\'t get down like that\n\n[Verse 6: Q-Tip]\nI\'ll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak\nOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep. in my Jeep\nKeep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet\nSee, I\'m not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets\n\n[Verse 7: Phife Dawg]\nIf my mom don\'t approve, then I\'ll just elope\nLet me save the little man from inside the boat\nLet me hit it from the back, girl, I won\'t catch a hernia\nBust off on your couch, now you got Seaman\'s Furniture\n\n[Verse 8: Q-Tip]\nShaheed, Phife and the Extra P\nStacy Beadle, PJ and my man LG\nThey know the Abstract is really soul on ice\nThe character is of men, never ever of mice\nShorty, let me tell you \'bout my only vice\nIt has to do with lots of lovin\', and it ain\'t nothin\' nice\n[Chorus: Q-Tip]\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down It ain\'t nothin\' nice\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down It ain\'t nothin\' nice\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down112Embed', 'default'",0 -6078,Cult_Of_Luna___Dim,sad,"'Dim From the skyline dark clouds move in\nThey shroud me with her cold cover\nEyes like daggers puncture the skin\nIsolated in a room with no others\n\nWhere do I turn when all hope is lost?\nWhere do I find forgiveness?\nMy search for salvation has begun\nTo find a place where our hearts beat as one Embed', 'default'",1 -8726,Exodus___Iconoclasm,anger,"""Iconoclasm Man creates the god\nAnd the god destroys the man\nBetrayed by their own invention\nThe shepherd butches the lamb\nA lion at the head of an army\nOf sheep when comes time to feed\nLike Saturn devoured his children\nThey're consumed by belief\n\nI am the chosen one\nAnd I hold the key\nBehold the prodigal son\nThis good I do lives long after me\nLet iconoclasm set you free\nChrist is the same yesterday\nAnd today, forever a lie\nThey concocted the heavens\nTo keep all the puppets in line\nNarcotic, addictive desire\nTo believe they won't go to hell\nA dog that has bitten its master\nThat it once knew so well\n\nFigment of imagination\nOracle of ignorance\nCorrupter of society\nKiller of reason and innocence\nAn object of man's creation\nMade to fill the hole inside\nBut that abyss has only been opened wide\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\nWolves they guard the flock\nAnd they slaughter the sick and the weak\nSorrow is all that they find\nWhen salvation is all that they seek\nThe truth is the greatest lord\nWhere no fool commands the wise\nReligion ten times undone\nNo room for compromise 1 ",3 -3873,Bon_Jovi___Its_My_Life,happy,"'', 'default'",0 -7388,Donald_Byrd___Think_Twice,calm,"""Think Twice [Verse 1: Kay Haith]\nMaybe we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nNo need to sacrifice the spice in our lives, ooh ooh\nYour love's like fire and ice, pretty baby\nThat's why we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nThink twice, think twice\n\n[Bridge: Donald Byrd, Fonce Mizell & Freddie Perren]\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI really love you\nYou know it's true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI really love you\nYou know it's true\n[Verse 2: Kay Haith]\nMaybe we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nNo need to sacrifice the spice in our lives, ooh ooh\nYour love's like fire and ice\nThat's why we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nThink twice, think twice\n\n[Bridge: Donald Byrd, Fonce Mizell & Freddie Perren]\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nSaid I really love you\nYou know it's true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI said I really love you\nYou know it's true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI said I really love you\nYou know it's true\n\n[Instrumental break]\n\n[Outro: Kay Haith]\nYou know I love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice\nI really love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice\nI really love you, baby\nYou know it's true, think twice\nYou know I love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice",2 -2196,Avril_Lavigne___Contagious,happy,"""Contagious [Intro]\nUh-oh\nUh-oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen you're around, I don't know what to do\nI do not think that I can wait\nTo go over and to talk to you\nI do not know what I should say\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I walk out in silence\nThat's when I start to realize\nWhat you bring to my life\nDamn, this guy can make me cry\n[Chorus]\nIt's so contagious\nI cannot get it out of my mind\nIt's so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nAll the time\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nUh-oh\nUh-oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey all say that you're no good for me Good for me\nBut I'm too close to turn around\nI'll show them they don't know anything Know anything\nI think I got you figured out\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo I walk out in silence\nThat's when I start to realize\nWhat you bring to my life\nDamn, this guy can make me smile\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's so contagious\nI cannot get it out of my mind\nIt's so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Bridge]\nI'll give you everything\nI'll treat you right\nIf you just give me a chance\nI can prove I'm right\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's so contagious Hey, hey\nI cannot get it out of my mind Out of my mind\nIt's so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nIt's so contagious Hey, hey\nI cannot get it out of my mind Out of my mind\nIt's so outrageous\n\n[Outro]\nYou make me feel so high\nAll the time1 ",0 -9649,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Rookie_Of_The_Year,happy,"""Rookie of the Year The promise that he made\nLeft broken on the floor\nThe bruise left round your heart\nLeft you begging for more\n\nThe promise that he made\nLeft broken on the floor\nThe bruise left round your heart\nLeft you begging for more\n\nLeft you begging for more\nThank you for making me worthless in your eyes\nIn hope and desperation\nI'll find my only light\nIn your white wedding dress\nIn your white wedding dress\n\nThank you for making this the best day of my life\nIn hope and desperation\nI'll find my only light\nIn your white wedding dress\nIn your white wedding dress\n\nAnd in the mess of all we've seen\nI am open to everything\n\n[Whispered:]\nHope and desperation\nMy only light\n\nAnd time will take us all\nAnd drown us in its wake\nAnd clearly I will stay\nAnd wipe the blood from your\nWhite wedding dress wipe the blood from your...\nYour white wedding dress wipe the blood from your...",0 -4854,Carnifex___Sadistic_Embrace,anger,"""Sadistic Embrace Since the beginning I've been thinking of a way\nSince the beginning I knew I couldn't change\nSince the beginning I've been thinking of a way\nSince the beginning I knew I couldn't change\n\nI knew from day one that this never had a chance\nIt's all fake, all in the past\nPartial understanding of my forced identity\nOf my forced identity\n\nI'm dead inside and it's all I'll ever be\nI'm dead inside and it's all I'll ever be\nI gave up everything, I gave it all away\nGave it all away\nPartial understanding of my forced identity\nAll we have is false hope\nAll we have is false hope\n\nAll we have is false hope\nAll we have is false hope",3 -9106,Fiona_Apple___Slow_Like_Honey,happy,"""TranslationsFrançaisSlow Like Honey [Verse 1]\nYou moved like honey in my dream last night\nYeah, some old fires were burning\nYou came near to me and you endeared to me\nBut you couldn't quite discern me\n\n[Verse 2]\nDoes that scare you? I'll let you run away\nBut your heart will not oblige you\nYou'll remember me like a melody\nYeah, I'll haunt the world inside you\n[Refrain]\nAnd my big secret\nGonna win you over\nSlow like honey\nHeavy with mood\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard\nI'll invade your demeanor\nAnd you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze\nAnd you'll wonder what it is about me\n\n[Refrain]\nIt's my big secret\nKeeping you coming\nSlow like honey\nHeavy with mood\n\n[Verse 4]\nThough dreams can be deceiving\nLike faces are to hearts\nThey serve for sweet relieving\nWhen fantasy and reality lie too far apart\n\n[Bridge]\nSo I stretch myself across like a bridge\nAnd I pull you to the edge\n [Verse 5]\nAnd stand there waiting\nTrying to attain\nThe end to satisfy the story\nShall I release you?\nMust I release you?\nAs I rise to meet my glory\n\n[Refrain]\nBut my big secret\nGonna hover over your life\nGonna keep you reaching\nWhen I'm gone like yesterday\nWhen I'm high like heaven\nWhen I'm strong like music\n'Cause I'm slow like honey\nAnd heavy with mood7 ",0 -7236,Diorama___DEFINITION_POWER,sad,"""Definition Power We hold the course to glory and fame\nWe are the shining inversion too pathetic, wondering\nYou're on the wrong track, we're on the right\nIf you don't change your horizon you will surely suffocate\nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new\nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nDon't get us dazed with genuine truth\nYou're complicating the plan\nAnd we don't blame noone with this\nDon't read the small print\nDon't turn away\nJust be a copy and paste\nJust be a cosmopolitan\nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new\nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nThis is your grave now lie in it\nLook at the stars and rest a bit\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nWe own the definition power\nWe rule the situation\nYou're a vector, a value, a visitor\nYou're a parameter, a parameter\n We own the definition power\nWe rule the situation\nYou're a vector, a value, a visitor\nYou're a parameter, a parameter\n\nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new\n\nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\n\nThis is your grave now lie in it\nLook at the stars and rest a bit\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\n\nYou don't need friends and enemies\nNo self reliance, no abilites\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\n\nYou don't need friends and enemies\nNo self reliance, no abilities\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world3 ",1 -5384,Christian_Kjellvander___While_The_Birches_Weep,sad,"""While the birches weep My eyes have seen more beauty than my heart could ever hold\nOutside and all around us a picture no camera can take and it is cold\nBut we all have stories of fires that we love to tell\nBut it's the fires within the fires that drew me to you\n\nAs to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes\nWhen all that love is lifted from your eye\n\nFound ourselves a village after thousand nights a blur\nFell right before me and I could see here from her\nThere are angels passing thorugh trying to grab a hold of you\nBut we both stand aside like old lovers do\nAs to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes\nWhen all that love is lifted from your eye\n\nBury you in the yard, bury you in my arms and watch you sleep\nCarry you thorugh the yard, carry you in my arms\nWhile birches weep",1 -8353,Enrique_Iglesias___Bailamos,happy,"""Bailamos [Intro]\nEsta noche bailamos\nTe doy toda mi vida\nQuédate conmigo\n\n[Verse 1]\nTonight we dance\nI lay my life in your hands\nWe take the floor\nNothing is forbidden anymore\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't let the world in outside\nDon't let a moment go by\nNothing can stop us tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío, te quiero\n\n[Verse 2]\nTonight, I'm yours\nWe can make it happen, I'm so sure\nI won't let it go\nThere is something I think you should know\nI won't be leaving your side\nWe're gonna dance through the night\nI want to reach for the stars\n\n[Chorus]\nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío, te quiero\n [Bridge]\nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, tonight we dance\nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, like no tomorrow\nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, if you will stay with me\nTe quiero mi amor\nQuedate conmigo\nEsta noche, bailamos\n\n[Chorus]\nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío\n\n[Outro]\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nTe quiero, amor mío\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nTe quiero, amor mío, te quiero, bailamos5 ",0 -2284,B_B_King___Sweet_Little_Angel,happy,"""Sweet Little Angel I've got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes, when she spreads her wings around me\nI get joy, and everything\n\nYou know I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nOh yes, I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nWhoah, you know I ask her to buy a little drink of liquor\nAnd she gave me a whiskey still\nOh, if my baby should quit me\nI believe I would die\nOh if my baby should quit me\nLord I do believe I would die\nYes if you don't love me little angel\nPlease tell me the reason why 1 ",0 -6806,Death_From_Above_1979___If_We_Dont_Make_It_Well_Fake_It,anger,"""If We Don’t Make It We’ll Fake It Tell me is my time wasted?\nOr am I okay?\nWould you be friends with me on any other day?\nWell, I know we've been through this before\nBut I remember thinking we were through\nN-N-N-Nothing would matter if it was me and you\nIf we were naked we'd make it yeah me and you\nDon't ever fake it or baby I say we're through\nIf I could shake it, I'd shake it just for you\nIf we don't make it we'll fake it and see this through\nWhen this is going down I see you running out\nYou better keep your word or you can shut your...",3 -2994,Bic_Runga___Without_You,sad,"""Without You Walk around the bathroom\nFill the sink\nWander round the kitchen\nMake a drink\nTo occupy my time's my only wish\nI've rearranged the magnets, on my fridge\n\nWithout you now, without you now\nWithout you now, without you now\n\nJust can't make decisions\nThink what to do\nTurn on my television\nAnd think of you\nSplash my face with water\nBrush my teeth\nYour toothbrush gone from where it ought to be\nWithout you now, without you now\nWithout you now, without you now\n\nDo do do do\xad",1 -4417,Bruce_Dickinson___Arc_Of_Space,sad,"""Arc of Space There on a lonely desert hilltop\nThe pilgrims huddle closer\nWaiting for a sign\nThe coming silver shrine\nThe arc of space and time\n\nTruth, the truth is never clear\nPerhaps again next year\nThe hope lives on\nBeneath the blazing sun\nOne day you'll come\nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIn my dreams somehow\n\nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIt's all a dream\n\nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIt's all a dream somehow\n\nTruth, the truth is never clear\nPerhaps again next year\nThe hope lives on\nBeneath the blazing sun\nOne day you'll come 2 ",1 -2127,Audioslave___Out_Of_Exile,sad,"""Out of Exile [Verse 1]\nWhen I first came to this island\nThat I called by my own name\nI was happy in this fortress\nIn my exile I remained\nBut the hours grew so empty\nAnd the ocean sent her waves\nIn the figure of a woman\nShe pulled me out to sea\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you'll make me whole\nSend my soul away\n[Verse 2]\nOn the altar of a sunrise\nWas a wedding in the waves\nAnd inside her shone a young light\nFrom her labor I was saved\nThough I've traveled long in darkness\nIn her harvest I'm embraced\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you'll make me whole\nSend my soul away\n\n[Bridge]\nNow the spires and the gables\nGrow in orchards to the sky\nAnd the blessings on my table\nMultiply and divide\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you'll make me whole\nSend my soul away\n [Outro]\nYeah, when you come down to take me home\nWhen you come 'round you'll make me whole\nYeah, when you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away ",1 -9234,Floetry___Imagination,calm,"""Imagination [Intro]\nMusic\nThere are so many things we can do\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nJust use your imagination, you are creation\n\n[Chorus]\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination Use it, babe\n[Verse 1]\nClose your eyes Close your eyes\nLet your expectations fade\nI'm your favorite memory I'm your favorite\nRemember me Oh\nNever again have you felt this way\nLets improvise\nIf you know how baby\nI can be you everything\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you can't recall\nI can show you who you are\nI see who you are I see you\nI see your empire, I see you so much higher\nIt's time to grow, baby Use your imagination\n\n[Chorus]\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse you imagination\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves Make moves, just use your imagination\nUse your imagination\n [Post-Chorus]\nThere are so many things that we can do You can do them\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, touch Ooh, make moves\n\n[Verse 2]\nOpen your mind, let your knowingness free\nI'm your favorite melody, listen to me\nInside me is the universe, lets explore\nSearching for evidence of a higher life force\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you can't recall\nI can show you who you are\nI see who you are I see you\nSo let me nurture your reality\nIt's time to grow, baby Use your imagination\n\n[Chorus]\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse you imagination\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves Just, ooh\nUse your imagination, yeah Use your imagination, use it, yeah\n[Post-Chorus]\nIt's all perception my love\nAll is how we read it\nWe are more than we think\nDo you see? I am of the all, and the all is of me\nImagine that, now be, be\n\n[Outro]\nUse your imagination Yeah\nUse your imagination Use your imagin—, use your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination Oh ",2 -475,Aimee_Mann___Medicine_Wheel,sad,"""Medicine Wheel [Verse 1]\nThe day you left and you called me bitch\nI called you selfish, better pull that switch\nPut my son on amphetamines\nHe came home crying and there's your proof\nCrying about nothing but a missing tooth\nI did the right thing\nYou shade the truth almost everyday\nPhone calls at night, it's going to be okay\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAre you signing baby, under the bridge?\nAre you signing baby, on Lake Street?\n[Chorus]\nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that's given, you steal\nEverything that's given, you steal\n\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe you'll wake up in jail alone\nAnd hold the handle of the one pay phone\nAnd do the right thing\nLike I once tried, though I bent the truth\nA five dollar debt for a little lost tooth\nThere's the payback in front of me\n'Cause once you were like a walking heart\nBreaking in motion through the parking lot\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAre you saddened baby, under the bridge?\nAre you saddened baby, on Lake Street?\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that's given, you steal\nEverything that's given, you steal\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 Words of encouragement are just as real\nSame effect as a smooth blue pill\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAre you signing baby, under the bridge\nAre you signing baby, on Lake Street\n\n[Chorus]\nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that's given, you steal\nEverything that's given, you steal\nEverything that's given, you steal\nFrom me ",1 -3659,Blue_Oyster_Cult___I_Love_The_Night,sad,"'I Love the Night [Verse 1: Buck Dharma]\nThat night, her kiss told me it was over\nI walked out late into the dark\nThe misty gloom seems to soak up my sorrow\nThe further I went on, I felt a spreading calm\nThen suddenly my eyes were bathed in a light\nAnd the lovely lady in white was by my side\nShe said, ""Like me, I see you\'re walking alone -\nWon\'t you please stay?""\nI couldn\'t look away\n[Chorus: Buck Dharma]\nShe said I love the night\nThe day is okay and the sun can be fun\nBut I live to see those rays slip away\nI love the night\nThere\'s so much that I can show and give to you\nIf you will welcome me tonight\nIf only you had been there, my dear\nWe could have shared this together\n\n[Verse 2: Buck Dharma]\nNo mortal was meant to know such wonder\nOne look in the mirror told me so\nCome darkness, I\'ll see her again\nYes I\'m gonna go, \'cause now I know\n\n[Chorus: Buck Dharma]\nI love the night\nThe day is okay and the sun can be fun\nBut I live to see those rays slip away\n\n[Outro: Buck Dharma]\nI love the night\nI love the night\nI love the night 5Embed', 'default'",1 -2347,Backstreet_Boys___All_I_Have_To_Give,happy,"""All I Have To Give [Verse 1: Nick & Brian]\nI don't know what he does to make you cry\nBut I'll be there to make you smile\nI don't have a fancy car to get to you\nI'd walk a thousand miles\nI don't care if he buys you nice things\nDoes his gifts come from the heart?\nI don't know, but if you were my girl\nI'd make it so we'd never be apart\n\n[Chorus: Brian & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don't think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Give\n[Verse 2: Howie & AJ]\nWhen you talk When you talk\nDoes it seem like he's not\nEven listening to a word you say?\nThat's okay baby, just tell me your problems\nI'll try my best to kiss them all away\nDoes he leave Does he leave\nWhen you need him the most?\nDoes his friends get all your time?\nBaby, please, I'm on my knees\nPraying for the day that you'll be mine\n\n[Chorus: AJ & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don't think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Oh-oh, to you\n\n[Bridge: Nick, Howie, Brian & AJ]\nHey girl Hey girl\nI don't want you to cry no more inside\nAll the money in the world\nCould never add up to\nAll the love I have inside, inside of you\n\n[Break: Kevin, Brian, AJ & All]\nAnd I will give it to you\nAll I can give, all I can give\nAll, all, all, all, all\nEverything I have is for you\nYou, you, you, you, you, you\nYou're what I need My, my, my love is\nAll that I have to give All that I have is for you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: Brian, AJ, Nick & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nMy love is all\nWithout you I don't think I could live\nI don't think that I can live without you\nI wish I could give the world to you\nI would give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give\nIt's all that I have\nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don't think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give to you\n\n[Reprise: Brian & All]\nOh-oh-oh-oh! I have to give\nWithout you I don't think I can live\nGive my world to you, baby\nBut love is all I have to give\nThat's all I got to give\n\n[Outro: Howie, Brian & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nYeah, yeah\nWithout you I don't think I can live\nI don't think I can't live\nI wish I could give my world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Oh-oh, oh!4 ",0 -8989,Ferras___Rush,happy,"""Rush [Verse 1]\nI kissed your sweet lips\nI floated so high\nYour eyes looked at mine\nThe world froze in time\nWhat is this feeling?\nI am on cloud nine\nGuess I'm still reeling\nFrom your body next to mine\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it's a rush I can't explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I'm ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don't wanna come down\nDon't wanna come down\n[Verse 2]\nI know you're sleeping\nI wish you were right here\n'Cause my bed's so empty\nI'd hold you so close, dear\nAnd I sang my song to you\nYour smile was priceless\nWhat else can I do?\nI'm a junkie over you\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a rush I can't explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I'm ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don't wanna come down\n\n[Bridge]\nIs it me, or is everything spinning?\nI'm wide awake, but I must be dreaming\nIt's like you're some kind of drug\nTry to catch my breath, and see if I'm still breathing\nTouch my heart, and make sure it's beating\nIt's like I'm falling in love\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a rush I can't explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I'm ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don't\nNo, I don't\nI don't\nWanna come down\nI wanna come down\nGonna come down",0 -379,Adele___Daydreamer_album,sad,"""Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that's why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we're shooting for!\n\n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don't You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won't Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I'll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can't Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",1 -4144,Bratmobile___Queenie,happy,"""Queenie Hip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\n\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI'm the apple of his eye\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI'm the apple of his eye\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI'm the apple of his eye\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\n\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI'm the one who tells them so\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI'm the apple of his eye\n\nQueenie is my name",0 -3602,Blu_Cantrell___Unhappy,sad,"""Unhappy [Verse 1:]\nHere we go again\nI'm going through it with my man\nIt seems like everything I do\n\nI can never please you\nEveryday you keep\nBreaking me down\nWhy you still staying around\n\nFront to back\nInside out\nHead-to-toe\nIf this ain't what you want\nThen you should go\n[Chorus #1:]\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the way I am\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the way I dress\n\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith all of my friends\nThen why don't you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me?\n\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the way I am\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the way I dress\n\nIf you're so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don't you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me?\n\n[Verse 2:]\nWe used to be best friends\nNow three years\nIs coming to an end\n Feels like I'm wasting my time\nTrying to get you to treat me right\nTelling me I can't cook no more\nYou don't kiss me\nWhen I walk through the door\n\nI'm still the same girl\nYou fell in love with\nThe same one\nThat put up that's been\nPutting up with your bullshit\n\n[Chorus #2:]\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the way I look\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the things I cook\n\nIf you're so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don't you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me?\n\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith how I style my hair\nIf you're so unhappy\nWith the clothes I wear\nIf you're so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don't you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me?\n\n[Bridge:]\nYou're gonna realize that one day\nYou were wrong\nTo treat me that way\nNothing good gonna come to you\n\n'Til you know what it is to be true\nBetter be careful what you do\n'Cuz everything you do\nComes double back to you\n\nSo the next girl\nThat comes your way\nGive her more love\nThan you gave me\n\n[Repeat Chorus #1] ",1 -8646,Eve_6___Promise,anger,"""Promise Sleeping through the evening singing dreams inside my head\nI'm heading out I've got some ins\nWho say they care and they just might\nI run away with you if things don't go as planned\nPlanning big could be a gamble I've already rolled the dice\nI spit, stutter stuff and clutter worries in my worried corner\nMaladjusted, just, untrusted, rusted\nSometimes brilliant busted thoughts\nThink I'll stay for a while I'm intrigued\nAnd I'm red as a newborn white as a corpse\nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I'm looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to let you down\n\nI am elated I am all smiles and dated\nIn my man bites dog town with a Spanish name\nI am all bone I am two toned red as a newborn white as a corpse\n\nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I'm looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to let you down\nso let me down... slow\n\nWhy you gotta keep the fan on high when it's cold outside\nJust want to let you know that I'm still a fan, get it?\nEverybody wants charm and a smile and a promise\nI promise not to try\n\nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I'm looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to not to not to leave\n\nPromise not to try\nNot to leave\nPromise not to try\nNot to not to leave\nPromise not to try\nI won't leave\nI won't leave 1 ",3 -1185,Anastacia___Whyd_You_Lie_To_Me,happy,"""Why’d You Lie to Me Why'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\n\nYou used to treat me like a queen\nSaid I was your everything\nPromised me that you would never cheat on me\nBut I found a number on the floor\nAnd I won't take it no more\nMade me feel so crazy\nThinking you'd be true to me yeah\nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek and\nLet you play me I thought you were different\nBut you're like the rest\nIt's true!\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\n\nWoah, last time you played me like a fool\nNow it's time I loose my cool\nAin't no way you'll ever get another chance\nWhy do you just claim to be so true\nWhen I gave my world to you\nAll you wanna do is hang out on the edge of the line\nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek and\nLet you play me But I flipped it up for you\n\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\n\nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek -haha\nLet you feel me Oh, but I flipped it up for you\n Why'd you lie to me\nWhy'd you lie to me\nWhy'd you lie to me\nWhy'd you why'd you lie to me?!\n\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\n\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\n\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou can't be trusted good for nothin' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy'd you lie to me\nYou'd been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it's time to leave so bye...bye\nDon't leave me...\nOoooohhhhhh... ",0 -8554,Esthetic_Education___The_King_is_Dead,sad,"""The King is Dead A la guerre comme á la guerre\nTout est foutu\n\nHow strange was the woman\nWith the crooked nose\nWho read your future\nIn the palm of your hand\nOne fine day you were\nWalking in a gipsy fair\nAnd found out your destiny\nIsn't it really strange\nThat a woman can see the future\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThese words engraved in your mind\nA prediction of old age and fame\nIn the third of your life a wife\n\nAnd daughter by your side\nYou will travel and be amazed\nHow strange these happenstances\nFor a penny your future coming around\n\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe river runs great flood\nOf tears and birds overhead\n\nEverything is changing\nNothing stays the same\nThere's nothing to fear, all is well\n\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe river runs great flood\nOf tears and birds overhead\n Don't be afraid\nDon't be afraid\n\nEverything changes\nEverything goes ",1 -6164,Cyndi_Lauper___Walk_On_By,calm,"""Walk on By If you see me walking down the street\nAnd I start to cry each time we meet\nWalk on by, walk on by\n\nMake believe\nThat you don't see the tears\nJust let me grieve\nIn private 'cause each time I see you\nI break down and cry\nAnd walk on by don't stop\nAnd walk on by don't stop\nAnd walk on by\nI just can't get over losing you\nAnd so if I seem broken and blue\nWalk on by, walk on by\n\nFoolish pride\nIs all that I have left\nSo let me hide\nThe tears and the sadness you gave me\nWhen you said goodbye\nWalk on by\nAnd walk on by\nAnd walk by don't stop\n\nWalk on by, walk on by\nFoolish pride\nIs all that I have left\nSo let me hide\nThe tears and the sadness you gave me\nWhen you said goodbye\nWalk on by don't stop\nAnd walk on by don't stop\nAnd walk by don't stop",2 -6355,Daniel_Bedingfield___Wrap_My_Words_Around_You,happy,"""Wrap My Words Around You [Verse 1]\nIs it fair to write a song to a woman?\nIs it fair play to try to win her heart?\nIs it right to bring her sonnets in the morning time?\nTo express the first few longings when they start\nTo express the first few longings when they start\nIs it love to let her feeling rise to catch you?\nIs it okay when her heart begins to fall?\nWould you blame me if I wrap my words around you girl?\nWould I wrong you to say anything at all?\nWould I wrong you to say anything at all?\n[Chorus]\nBut if I wrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nIf I wrap my words around you\nWould you stay, would you stay, would you?\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nIf I wrap my words around you\nWould you stay, would it play with your heart?\n\n[Verse 2]\nAm I a hunter if I send poems to please you?\nAm I a cad if I mean everything I say?\nShould I even let you know this song's about you girl?\nJust because I want to see you smile today\nAnd my words may bind you to me much too tightly\nAnd you may choke upon them if we fall apart\nIt's not fair to write a song to a woman, no\nBecause a woman takes a song into her heart\nBecause a woman takes a song into her heart\n\n[Chorus]\nSo let me wrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nTill you stay, till you stay, let me\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nDarling, wrap my words around you\nTill you stay, would it play with your heart",0 -9397,Fountains_Of_Wayne___Halleys_Waitress,calm,"""Halley’s Waitress Halley's waitress\nNever comes around\nShe's hiding in the kitchen\nShe's nowhere to be found\nI just want some coffee\nIs that too much to ask?\nHalley's waitress\nIs not up to the task\n\nAnd when she finally appears\nIt's like she's been away for years\nIt's been so long\nSo long\nDarling don't you know\nWe miss you when you're gone\nSo long\nSo long\nDarling don't you know\nWe miss you when you're gone\nAhhh\n\nHalley's waitress\nHas vanished once again\nShe's talking to her agent\nShe's calling all her friends\nForget about the coffee\nI'll just take a check\nHalley's waitress\nYou know you'll get yours yet\n\nIt's been so long\nSo long\nDarling don't you know\nWe miss you when you're gone\nSo long\nSo long\nDarling don't you know\nWe miss you when you're gone\nAhhh",2 -6648,David_Sylvian___Mother_And_Child,sad,"""Mother And Child [Verse 1]\nShadows form knights and pawns upon the squares\nBlood is drawn up from the well\nSecret signs brought the crime right to your door\nAn innocent guilty as hell\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, the cot is open wide\nDamp with milk and honey\nGone the mother and the child\nIn Jesus name\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, the cot is open wide\nDamp with milk and honey\nGone the mother and the child\nIn Jesus name\n\n[Verse 2]\nShould they be waiting there on my return\nI may run into their arms\nWalking on a razor's edge, unconcerned\nGame is lost again, I'll never learn",1 -2213,Avril_Lavigne___Forgotten,sad,"""Forgotten [Intro]\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm givin' up on everything\nBecause you messed me up\nDon't know how much you screwed it up\nYou never listen\nThat's just too bad\nBecause I'm movin' on, I won't forget\nYou were the one that was wrong\nI know I need to step up and be strong\nDon't patronize me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[Chorus]\nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nGotta get away\nThere's no point in thinking about yesterday\nIt's too late now, it won't ever be the same\nWe're so different now\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 [Bridge]\nI know I wanna run away\nI know I wanna run away, run away\nIf only I could run away\nIf only I could run away, run away\nI told you what I wanted\nI told you what I wanted, what I wanted\nBut I was forgotten\nI won't be forgotten\nNever again\n\n[Chorus]\nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nDo you get it now?\n\n[Chorus]\nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nHave you forgotten?\nDo you get it now?\n[Outro]\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah4 ",1 -2676,Beirut___Prenzlauerberg,happy,"""Prenzlauerberg And oh, it's so alone and I\nI cry but I [?]\n\nI came through tonight for a girl like you\nAnd all this advice has fallen through\n[?]\nI watch and wait as I let more time decide\n\nAnd so alone...\nI cry but I could not...\n[?]",0 -9314,Foo_Fighters___Free_Me,happy,"""Free Me [Chorus]\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nBeautiful prisoner, left here for dead\nPromises made and sentences read\nVoices and visions are locked in my head\nLike a safe full of sorrow\nAll of the words that we dare never speak\nAll of our ghosts and the secrets we keep\nGather them all we'll bury them deep\nLike a safe full of sorrow\n[Chorus]\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\n\n[Verse 2]\nOne for forever\nOne in your name\nOne to remember\nWe're one and the same\nOne to forget, but it always remains\nLike a safe full of sorrow\n\n[Chorus]\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nCould you free what's keepin' you?\nWell, I need somebody to\n\n[Bridge]\nFree me, Free me\nFree me, Free me\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n [Chorus]\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nCould you free what's keepin' you?\nWell, I need somebody too\n\n[Outro]\nFree me, Free me\nFree me, Free me\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah ",0 -5219,Chet_Baker___I_fall_in_love_too_easily,happy,"""TranslationsTürkçeI Fall In Love Too Easily I fall in love too easily\nI fall in love too fast\nI fall in love too terribly hard\nFor love to ever last\nMy heart should be well-schooled\n'Cause I've been fooled in the past\nBut still I fall in love so easily\nI fall in love too fast\n\nMy heart should be well-schooled\n'Cause I've been fooled in the past\nBut still I fall in love too easily\nI fall in love too fast 5 ",0 -6989,Devics___If_We_Cannot_See,sad,"""If We Cannot See [Verse 1]\nYou were born with a heart that can never be filled\nAnd a head like snow that can never be still\nThere are streets paved in gold that shine so bright\nThat you force yourself to look away\n\n[Chorus]\nIf we can't see now, we might never see\nWe only kill ourselves more slowly\nIf you can't find love, then you will finally see\nHow we kill ourselves slowly\n[Verse 2]\nThe words that fall from your mouth\nThey crystalize and break on the ground\nAnd everything you want, you don't have\nBut you force yourself to look away\n\n[Chorus]\nIf we can't see now, we might never see\nWe only kill ourselves more slowly\nIf you can't find love, then you will finally see\nHow we kill ourselves more slowly\n\n[Outro]\nIf you can't find me, then you can't find love\nIf you close your eyes then will finally see\nThat you're already here with me",1 -3805,Bobby_Bare___Are_You_Sincere,happy,"'Are You Sincere [Verse 1]\nAre you sincere when you say ""I love you?""\nAre you sincere when you say ""I\'ll be true?""\nDo you mean every word that my ears have heard?\nI\'d like to know which way to go, will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? Are you sincere?\n\n[Verse 2]\nAre you sincere when you say you miss me? You miss me\nAre you sincere every time you kiss me? You kiss me\nAnd are really mine every day, all the time?\nI\'d like to know which way to go, will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? Are you sincere?\n[Chorus]\nAre really mine every day, all the time?\nI\'d like to know I\'d like to know\nWhich way to go Which way to go\nWill our love grow ? Will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? Embed', 'default'",0 -1221,Anathema___Shroud_Of_False,sad,"""Shroud Of False We are just a moment in time\nA blink of an eye\nA dream for the blind\nVisions from a dying brain\nI hope you don't understand",1 -1687,Aqualung___7_Keys,sad,"""7 Keys It wasn't open\nBut somehow you let yourself in\nClosed off and broken\nI never wanted to go there again\n\nI wasn't waiting\nBut you came at just the right time\nWeary and wasted\nI never knew I could feel so alive\n\nDarling believe\nYou're closer than anyone has even been\nOh baby don't leave me alone\nI'm yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my soul\nFeel so connected\nLike I've know you all along\nI never expected\nTo fall into loving so deep\nSo deep and so strong\n\nDarling believe\nYou're closer than anyone has even been\nOh baby don't leave me alone\nI'm yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my soul\n\nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong\n\nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong\n\nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong\n\nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong\n\nDarling believe\nYou're closer than anyone has even been\nSo baby don't leave me alone\nI'm yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my... soul",1 -937,Allister___Know_It_All,anger,"""Know It All Well you think you know it all\nYou think that you deserve the best\nWell I've got news for you\nYour bullshit smile can't pass this test\n\nBecause there's something that I've wanted to say\nI've wanted to say to you\nI've been waiting to say to you for so long\n\nThis time I'm ready, I'm ready for something new\nThis time I'm ready, I'm ready for something new\nNow I'm sick of listening to your whining and your cries\n'Cuz you may have found success\nBut you're still living out a lie\n\nAnd now I can't wait for the day\nThat you will burn out and fade away\nYou'll burn out and fade away from the world\n\nThis time I'm ready, I'm ready for something new\nThis time I'm ready, I'm ready for something new\n\nI cannot understand your superficial views\nBut I can understand I can't take much more of you\n\nFuck you, I'm ready, I'm ready for something new\nFuck you, I'm ready, I'm ready for something new",3 -2274,Aztec_Camera___On_The_Avenue,sad,"""On the Avenue Everybody's walking through the city all alone\nBut no one talks about it\nI am just a simple, unassuming kind of man\nSo neither do I\nBut I walk like the rest and try to do my best\n'til I'm beaten, 'til I'm blue\nAnd it shines like the sun inside of everyone\nLike the neon that I see in the rain\nOn the avenue\n\nEverybody's dreaming 'bout a city in the sky\nWhere we can live without love\nI am just a simple, unassuming kind of guy\nSo so do I\nBut to feed you from a shell, fill you up and wish you\nWell\nThat's my reason, it's what I do\nAnd it shines in the guise of Egyptian sparkling eyes\nIn the basement of a hotel\nParadise\nOn the avenue\n\nAnd if the hotel burns down\nWe'd probably drown 'neath the firemen's hoses\nHoly moses!\nI would still believe that paradise\nWas there with you\nNever blue\nStuck like glue\nOn the avenue",1 -9411,Fractured___Bleed,sad,"""Bleed The last mistake\nYou'll ever make\nLie in bed, wide awake\nTroubled thoughts\nPlague on the mind—\nOf the life\nThat you have left behind\n\nResurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed\nDisease\nWhat's left in me\nDestroy what's left\nDeep down inside of me\nPray for you\nAnd pray for me\nPray to live\nPray to bleed\n\nResurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed\n\nInception\nCreation\nLeads us\nInto temptation\nBleed\nCry\nFocus\nThen deny\n Resurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed ",1 -4192,Brendan_Benson___Spit_It_Out,happy,"""Spit It Out The yellow sun in the sky whenever you walk\nA little white lie written in chalk\nThe red spot in your eye whenever you talk\nSpit it out now\n\nAnd at the end of the day when you kick back\nYou give all new meaning to the same crap\nSo many tiles I can't keep track\nStart all over when it's all over\n\nWhat's on your mind?\nSpit it out now\nIt looks like the time\nIs running out now\nSo spit it out now\nThere's a window of time, you're in the nick of it\nYou look at the view and you're sick of it\nYou get the urge to throw a brick in it\nGo ahead now\n\nSo look out 'cause there's no way to stop it\nEvery bubble you blow, I'm gonna pop it\nSo look out below, I'm gonna drop it\nListen up now, listen up now\n\nWhat's on your mind?\nSpit it out now\nIt looks like the time\nIs running out now\nIt's running out now\n\nWhat's it about now?\nSpit it out now\nWhat's it about now?\n\nSpit it out now\nSpit it out now\nSpit it out now",0 -9598,From_First_to_Last___Waves_Goodbye,sad,"""Waves Goodbye There's an ocean out my window\nThere's beauty in its tears\nThere's an ocean out my window\nIt's crashing in my ears\n\nOh, sea, your shelter\nYou dance between my toes\nWhen I feel like I can't move forward\nYou carry me like a father\n\nBreathing is the hardest thing I do\nI'm not the only person in the room\nIt's hard for me, to feel like I'm perfect",1 -3803,Bobbie_Gentry___Fancy,sad,"'Fancy I remember it all very well lookin\' back\nIt was the summer that I turned 18\nWe lived in a one-room, run down shack\nOn the outskirts of New Orleans\n\nWe didn\'t have money for food or rent\nTo say the least we were hard-pressed\nThen Momma spent every last penny we had\nTo buy me a dancin\' dress\n\nMomma washed and combed and curled my hair\nAnd she painted my eyes and lips Yeah\nAnd then I stepped into my satin dancin\' dress\nIt was split on the side clean up to my hips\nWell, it was red, velvet-trimmed\nAnd fit me good\nAnd starin\' back from lookin\' glass was a woman\nWhere a half-grow\'d kid had stood\n\n""Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow, don\'t let me down\nYour momma\'s gonna help you move uptown""\nDon\'t let me down, don\'t let me down\n\nMomma dabbed a little bit of perfume\nOn my neck and she kissed my cheek\nThen I saw the tears well up\nIn her troubled eyes when she started to speak\n\nShe looked at our pitiful shack and then\nShe looked at me and took a ragged breath\n""Your Pa\'s run off, and I\'m real sick\nAnd the baby\'s gonna starve to death""\n\nShe handed me a heart-shaped locket that said\n""To thine own self be true""\nAnd I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across\nThe toe of my high-heeled shoe\n It sounded like somebody else that was talkin\'\nAskin\', ""Momma, what do I do?""\n""Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy\nAnd they\'ll be nice to you""\n\n""Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow get on out, girl\nYou better start movin\' uptown""\n\nWell, that was the last time I saw my Ma\nThe night I left that rickety shack\n\'Cause the welfare people came and took the baby\nMomma died and I ain\'t been back\n\nBut the wheels of fate had started to turn\nAnd for me there was no way out\nAnd it wasn\'t very long \'til I knew exactly\nWhat my momma been talkin\' about\n\nI did what I had to do\nBut I made myself this solemn vow\nThat I was gonna to be a lady someday\nThough I didn\'t know when or how\nI couldn\'t see spendin\' the rest of my life\nWith my head hung down in shame\nI mighta been born just plain ""white trash""\nBut Fancy was my name\n\n""Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down""\n\nIt wasn\'t long after a benevolent man\nTook me in off the street\nAnd one week later I was pourin\' his tea\nIn a five-room hotel suite\nYes, she was\n\nWell, I\'ve charmed a king, a congressman\nAnd an occasional aristocrat\nAnd I got me a Georgia mansion\nAnd an elegant New York townhouse flat\n\nAnd I ain\'t done bad\nShe ain\'t done bad\n\nNow in this world there\'s a lot of self-righteous\nHypocrites that would call me ""bad""\nAnd criticize my momma for turning me out\nNo matter how little we had\n\nAnd though I ain\'t had to worry \'bout nothin\'\nFor nigh on 15 years\nI can still hear the desperation\nIn my poor momma\'s voice ringin\' in my ear\n\n""Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow don\'t let me down\nYour momma\'s gonna help you move uptown""\n\nAnd I guess she did1Embed', 'default'",1 -8926,Faunts___Memories_Of_Places_Weve_Never_Been,sad,"""Memories of Places We’ve Never Been No time to decide how far this loyalty will stretch me\nLong ago if it were up to me, who knows where I'd be\nHad a need for a while before you left him, whose fault is it? We'll see\nI'm not chained, free to leave, but what, what is there for me?\n\nIf I go, and I might, I'm not sure my happiness will be there\nOh well, I have to rest before we feel the need to go elsewhere\nHave I died? I can't solve this, not in my care\nCan one man make a difference to the task of one who's been there\n\nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don't really know\nNo time to decide how far this royalty will stretch me\nLong ago if it were up to me, who knows where I'd be\nHad a need for a while before you left him, whose fault is it? We'll see\nWell, I stay, free to leave, but what, what is there for me?\n\nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don't really know\nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go, say\nWhat will move me?\nI don't really know\n\nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don't really know",1 -3822,Bobby_Vee___The_Night_Has_A_Thousand_Eyes,happy,"""The Night Has a Thousand Eyes They say that you're a runaround lover\nThough you say it isn't so\nBut if you put me down for another\nI'll know, believe me, I'll know\n\n'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes can't help but see if you are true to me\nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes\n\nYou say that you're at home when you phone me\nAnd how much you really care\nThough you keep telling me that you're lonely\nI'll know if someone is there\n'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes can't help but see if you are true to me\nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes\n\nOne of these days you're gonna be sorry\n'Cause your game I'm gonna play\nAnd you'll find out without really tryin'\nEach time that my kisses stray\n\n'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes will see me too\nAnd no matter what I do\nI could never disguise all my little white lies\n'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\n\nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes 1 ",0 -9501,Franz_Ferdinand___Ghost_In_A_Ditch,calm,"""Ghost in a Ditch [Verse 1]\nThis ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday\nWhere I was meant to be\nI almost missed my death, it's so good\nNow he's decked in flowers from me\nI hope she doesn't like me\nOr I'll still be standing, more than likely\nWhere he once stood\nAnd that's not good\nOh, ah-ha-ha\n[Chorus 1]\nWe pretend not to look at each other\nBut he could see over his shoulder\nHe got me a time, he got that a time\nNever a time again\n\n[Verse 2]\nI noticed the hair on her head, that's not real\nNow I'm left with a death and a naked ordeal\nWhen all I want is down at the shore\nSitting in my car\nAnd bitter sometimes, but the taste is sweet\nYour friends only like themselves in photographs\nI don't like them\nI don't like you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWe pretend not to care for another\nThen stand on our feet when I hold her\nWe pretend not to look but for change\nAnd for good, I cry\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo when the stars look bright above me\nAnd in the streetlights, I can't see\nI walk on down to make a stand\nWhere he once stood\nSo now they lie there\nBreast to breast and toe to toe\nAnd all I want is down at the shore\nSitting in my car\nOh, ah-ha-ha\n [Chorus 3]\nWe end it, it's all over\nShe'll bury me but I'll hold her\nShe'll shovel the dirt into my face\nBut I don't care, I love her\nHaha ",2 -8343,Enigma___Prism_Of_Life,calm,"""Prism of Life I am hunted by the future\nWill the future be my past?\nOr is time a fade out picture\nOf my everlasting cast?\nLove is phasing, love is moving\nTo the rhythm of your sight\nI get closer\nTo the crossing point of light\n\nSanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabaoth\nPleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua\nHosanna in excelsis, benedictus...\nLet us try to live our lost illusions\nThey're the Sun at night\nIf we don't, we'll never taste\nThe spice of life\nAnd when it seems that we're in a dead end street\nThere's no reason to cry\n'Cause we have a helping hand who's always aside\nForever light\n\nSanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabaoth\nPleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua\nHosanna in excelsis, benedictus...",2 -6756,Dead_Mans_Bones___Buried_in_Water,sad,"""Buried in Water Like a lamb to its slaughter\nBuried in water\n\nDown\nUnder the ground\nThere's a town there\nI've been down there\nIn the middle of the lake\nI hold your hand for goodness' sake\n\nWhen the women and the kids are asleep\nThe wolves there in the skin of the sheep\nSo lock all the windows and doors\nThe Devil's coming for you and yours\nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don't bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town\n\nLike a lamb to his slaughter\nBuried in water\nBuried in water\nBuried in water\n\nWhen the leaves\nGo floating away\nIn the pale moonlight of day\nBury anchors in our ghosts\nAnd we can let our heartbeats go\n\nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don't bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town\n\nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don't bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town\n We're like the lambs to its slaughter\nBuried in water\nBuried in water\nBuried in water3 ",1 -2396,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Easy_Love,sad,"'Easy Love Never had an easy love\nNever had an easy love\nLike the one im dreaming of\nFind the hand that fits the glove\nOf love\nOf love\n\nTalking to a friend yesterday\nIt was good to hear him say\nThat although 2 years had past\nStill felt like she could ask my time\nMy time\nSeems i did something right\nSomething right\n\nLooking for another pearl Embed', 'default'",1 -6599,David_CrowderBand___The_Veil,happy,"'The Veil This is the glow\nDeep in the soul\nOh when you love, oh when you love\nThe veil is torn\nMystery pours\nDown from above, down from above\nThis is the glow\nDeep in the soul\nOh when you love, oh when you love\nThe veil is torn\nMystery pours\nDown from above, down from above\nAnd yet we are all damaged it’s sure\nAnd so there is grace\n\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\n\nOh please tears stay\nWhere you are made\nDo not fall, do not fall\nSomething greater\nIs on the way\nJust hang on, try to hang on\nTry to hang on\n\nThe love of angels\nBecomes the love of men\nOh heavenly light\nTakes on earth and skin\n\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\n What a Savior, what a King\nWhat a Savior, what a KingEmbed', 'default'",0 -9019,Figurines___The_Air_We_Breathe,sad,"""The Air We Breathe Do you feel the air we breathe?\nDo you feel the things I see and do you feel you're close to me?\nDo you feel the air we breathe?\nDo you feel the things I see and do you feel you're close to me?\n\nOut of the street lights\nUp on the top of a hill\nI was dreaming\nMy head just needed to chill\nI'll get it together\nI'll speak to you briefly\nAnd open your mind in a cheap suit",1 -6124,Curved_Air___Jumbo_LP_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -4377,Broken_Social_Scene___74_Shoreline,happy,"""7/4 Shoreline [Chorus]\nIt's a shoreline\nAnd it's high speed\nIt's a cruel world\nAnd it's time\n\n[Verse 1]\nAnd you're walking away\nOh, where to go to?\nAnd you're walking alone\nOh, how to get through?\nIf you want to get it all\nYou can own what you choose\nBut you want to live a lie\nAnd love what you lose\n[Chorus]\nIt's a shoreline\nAnd it's high speed\nIt's a cruel world\nAnd it's time\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhile you're walking away\nI will try to get through\nBut you've got to know the lies\nFrom the lies they told you\nIf you try to do it all\nIt all will leave you\nIf you try to steal the beat\nThe beat will steal you\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a shoreline\nAnd it's high speed\nIt's a cruel world\nAnd it's time\nSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42 [Outro]\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in hard\nIt's coming, it's coming in ",0 -7499,Dr_Hook___Sharing_The_Night_Together,happy,"""Sharing the Night Together [Verse 1]\nYou're looking kinda lonely girl\nWould you like someone new to talk to?\nAh-yeah, alright\nI'm feeling kinda lonely too, if you don't mind\nCan I sit down here beside you?\nAh-yeah, alright\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf I seem to come on too strong\nI hope that you will understand\nI say these things 'cause I'd like to know\nIf you're as lonely as I am\nAnd if you'd mind\n[Chorus]\nSharing the night together woah, yeah\nSharing the night together woah, yeah\nSharing the night\n\n[Bridge]\nWe could bring in the morning girl\nIf you wanna go that far\nAnd if tomorrow find us together\nRight here, the way we are\nWould you mind\n\n[Chorus]\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night\n\n[Verse 2]\nWould you like to dance with me and hold me\nYou know I want to be holding you\nAh-yeah, alright\n'Cause I like feeling like I do\nAnd I see in your eyes that you're liking it\nI'm liking it too\nAh yeah, alright\n [Bridge]\nLike to get to know you better\nIs there a place where we can go?\nWhere we can be alone together\nAnd turn the lights down low\nAnd start\n\n[Chorus]\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night\n\n[Chorus]\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\n[Outro]\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?2 ",0 -669,Alesha_Dixon___Ooh_Baby_I_Like_It_Like_That,happy,"""Ooh Baby I Like It Like That [Intro]\nOh, yeah-yeah-yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo you did it, do it again\nWho you kidding? Ten out of ten\nYeah, you did it, do it again\nIn a minute, I'll tell you when\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLittle pictures in my mind\nBut I got to make it on my own\nIf I try to fake it it's a crime\n'Cause I hear my conscience saying take me home but\n[Chorus]\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\n\n[Verse 2]\nGot the feeling you wanted some more\nSo appealing, baby, I'm yours\nGot the feeling you wanted it all\nKeep on giving, I will for sure\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLittle pictures in my mind\nBut I got to make it on my own\nIf I try to fake it it's a crime\n'Cause I hear my conscience saying take me home but\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\n [Post-Chorus]\nOh, yeah-yeah-yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nSo you did it, do it again\nWhat you're giving is ten out of ten\nYeah, you did it, do it again\nI'll admit it, you're more than a friend\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué ",0 -2774,Ben_Folds___Late,calm,"""Late Under some dirty words on a dirty wall\nEating takeout by myself\nI played the show\nGot back in the van and put the Walkman on\nAnd you were playing\n\nIn some other dive a thousand miles away\nI played a thousand times before\nAnd like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls\nI always knew\nYou saw them too\nBut you never will again\nIt's too late\nDon't you know\nIt's been too late\nFor a long time\n\nElliott, man, you played a fine guitar\nAnd some dirty basketball\nThe songs you wrote\nGot me through a lot\nJust wanna tell you that\n\nBut it's too late\n\nIt's too late\nDon't you know\nIt's been too late\nFor a long time\n\nOh no\nThings were looking up\nLeast that's what I heard\nOh no\nSomeone came and washed away your hard-earned\nPeace of mind\n\nWhen desperate static beats the silence up\nA quiet truth to calm you down\nThe songs you wrote\nGot me through a lot\nJust wanna tell you that\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 Oh, but it's too late\n\nIt's too late\nDon't you know?\nIt's been too late\nFor a long time ",2 -1103,Amorphis___Black_River,sad,"""Black River [Verse 1]\nStill searching for my way\nThe right way to be\nStill pondering\nWhat I've done\nI'm still thinking what I've said\nStill finding from within\nAnd all that I know\nIs still not enough\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm being held by the one\nShadow tormenting my soul\nThe curving neck of the swan\nThe slow turning of a bird's head\n[Verse 3]\nSo white its plumes and feathers\nIts breast like the moon in water\nSilent and tranquil it moves\nOn the river in the calm\n\n[Verse 4]\nI wander back on familiar roads\nI sense the marks I left on the hills\nI see the cuts and wounds of my deeds\nThey make me muse on life\n\n[Verse 5]\nUp the hill and the mountain\nI look back, I look down\nThere flows the River of Death\nAnd here the wind in my hair",1 -4749,Camera_Obscura___Super_Trouper,sad,"""Super Trouper [Verse 1]\nOh, I was sick and tired of everything\nWhen you called me last night from Glasgow\nAll I do is eat and sleep and sing\nWishing every show was the last show\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo I imagined I was glad to hear you're coming\nSuddenly, I feel alright\nAnd it's gonna be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you\n\n[Verse 2]\nFacing twenty thousand of your friends\nHow can anyone be so lonely?\nPart of a success, I never ends\nStill, I'm thinking about you only\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere are moments when I think I'm going crazy\nBut it's gonna be alright\nAnd everything will be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you\n [Bridge]\nSo I'll be there when you arrive\nThe sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive\nAnd when you take me in your arms and hold me tight\nI know it's gonna mean so much tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you ",1 -5543,Classics_IV_featuring_Dennis_Yost___Traces,sad,"""Traces feat. Denis Yost Faded photograph\nCovered now with lines and creases\nTickets torn in half\nMemories in bits and pieces\n\nTraces of love long ago\nThat didn't work out right\nTraces of love\n\nRibbons from her hair\nSouvenirs of days together\nThe ring she used to wear\nPages brown from old love letter\nTraces of love long ago\nThat didn't work out right\nTraces of love with me tonight\n\nI close my eyes and say a prayer\nThat in her heart she'll find\nA trace of love still there\nSomewhere, oh, oh\n\nTraces of hope in the night\nThat she'll come back and dry\nThese traces of tears from my eyes",1 -4020,Boys_Noize___Deny_Selected,anger,"""Deny Selected Mister son of a bitch, let's play some cards!\n\nYou win!",3 -1953,Ashley_Tisdale___He_Said_She_Said,happy,"'He Said She Said [Intro]\nAh...\n\n[Verse 1]\nBoy walk in the spot, he\'s so fresh, and Uh-huh\nHe got what he needs to impressin\' Uh-huh\nJust look at the way that he dressin\'\nAin\'t no question, chicks like, ""Ooh!""\nGirl walkin\' the spot, she stop traffic Uh-huh\nShe\'s blowin\' your mind with her asset Uh-huh\nSo Jessica Alba fantastic\nInstant classic, boys like, ""Oh!""\n[B-Section]\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, ""girl, you winnin\'"" Girl\nShe said, ""boy, where you been at?"" Where you been?\n""Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it""\nJust like that, they\nHe said, ""You\'re amazing"" Yeah, they said\nShe said, ""Then why you waiting?""\n""No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it""\nJust like that, they\n\n[Verse 2]\nBoy actin\' as if there\'s no pressure Uh-huh\nHe do anything to get with her Uh-huh\nHe say anything to convince her\nMoney spent too, diamonds send her Oh\nGirl playin\' it cool, but she\'s with it Uh-huh\nShe lovin\' the fact that she\'s gifted Uh-huh\nEverything he do, she gets lifted\nFeels so wicked lovin\' like, oh\n [B-Section]\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said Oh\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, ""Girl, you winnin\'"" Yeah, yeah\nShe said, ""Boy, where you been at?"" Oh oh\n""Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it""\nJust like that, they Just like that\nHe said, ""You\'re amazing"" Oh\nShe said, ""Then why you waiting?"" Ooh\n""No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it"" No more\nJust like that, they\n\n[Bridge]\nOne night with you Yeah\nBoy, just one night with you Just one\nAll the things we could do\nEvery day I think of\nOne night with you\nNo one else but us two\nAll our dreams would come true Oh yeah\nIf we\'d just get together Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[B-Section]\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that, yeah\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that Oh\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that Oh\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\n\n[Break]\nUh, what you waitin\' for?\n\n[Chorus]\nHe said, ""Girl, you winnin\'"" Oh\nShe said, ""Boy, where you been at?"" Yeah\n""Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it""\nJust like that, they\nHe said, ""You\'re amazing""\nShe said, ""Then why you waiting?""\n""No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it"" Yeah\nJust like that, they Give it to it, baby\n\n[Outro]\nYou\'re gonna like it Ooh\nYou\'re gonna want it\nYou\'re gonna like it\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nYou\'re gonna like it Yeah\nYou\'re gonna want it You\'re gonna want it\nYou\'re gonna like it Yeah, yeah\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said Uh6Embed', 'default'",0 -1081,Amon_Tobin___Rosies,sad,"""Rosies [Female voice, conversational]\nHey man did you hear what happened to Fate?\nYeah - it's really a drag\nYeah - what a bring down\nSo where do you want to go?\n\n[Many voices]\nRosie's\n\n[Female voice, conversational]\nRosie's? thats cool\nOut of sight man we'll dig it",1 -8358,Enrique_Iglesias___Not_In_Love,happy,"""Not In Love [Intro]\nAre you ready?\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou call me on the phone\nI act like nothings going on\nWe're driving in my car\nI pretend that you don't turn me on\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it yeah\nAh ah ah you move around now you show it\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love\nIt's just a phase that i'm going through\nI'm always looking for something new\nBut don't go running away\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's almost 3am\nI'm hoping that you don't let go\nYou're moving in so close\nI'm trying not to lose control\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it yeah\nAh ah ah\nYou move around now you show it come on\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love\nIt's just a phase that i'm going through\nI'm always looking for something new\nDon't go running away\nOh i'm not in love\nI try to tell myself all the time\nI just can't help how i feel tonight\nSo don't go running away yeah\n [Verse 3]\nI'm not in love yeah yeah\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love give it to me now\nI'm not in love break it down\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it ah ah ah\nYou move around yeah you show it\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love\nIt's just a phase that i'm going through\nI'm always looking for something new\nBut don't go running away\nOh i'm not in love\nI try to tell myself all the time\nI just can't help how I feel tonight\nSo don't go running away yeah I'm not in love\n\n[Outro]\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love I'm not in love, no no no\nI'm not in love no no no\nI'm not in love no no no\nOh no, I'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love ",0 -1975,Assemblage_23___OPENED,sad,"""Opened This day has altered my perception\nI'll never see things quite the same\nAll that I knew was misconception\nBut all of that's about to change\n\nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won't be your casualty\n\nTrust is merely for convenience\nDoes it mean anything at all?\nYour change of character makes no sense\nYour bitter actions make you small\nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won't be your casualty\n\nRelease the hunger deep inside you\nYou're burning bridges left and right\nI won't allow you to tread upon me\nI won't go down without a fight\n\nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won't be your casualty",1 -5935,Cradle_Of_Filth___Born_In_A_Burial_Gown,sad,"""Born in a Burial Gown Sibilant and macabre\nWalpurgis sauntered in\nSkies litten with five-pointed stars\nThe work of crafts surpassing sin\nAs She graced Her window ledge\nAn orphaned gypsy nymph\nThis issue of the forest's bed\nSkin flushed with sipped absinthe\nHer eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak\nTried once concealing Hell\nA snow white line of divine freaks\nIn riot, where they fell\nThe circus lurches in a ring of promised delight\nFor seven days and seven festival nights\nWhat wicked wonders lie within the confines\nOf the panther's den\nShe watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue\nThe restless spirit of a Christmas to come\nA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb\nOf gingerbread men\n\nSpawned, scorned, abhorred by the aerial\nShe was the light of the world going down\nWar-torn, forlorn and malarial\nShe was found born in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial\n\nUnloosed the chain of her God-given cross\nSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose\nIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost\nToo many decades misfit and mislaid\nSo innocent, a tender legend of prey\nParades Her second coming, now they're running afraid\n\nSpawned, scorned, abhorred by the aerial\nShe was the light of the world going down\nWar-torn, forlorn and malarial\nShe was found born in a burial gown\nShe was born, born in a burial gown\nShe was born, born in a burial gown\n Now She moves with a predator's guile\nBeyond the firelit circle of life\nShe soothes your cold heart for a while\nThen matches its beat, sinking in with a knife\nShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease\nEspied by a cross on the wall\nAnd should she awake\nThrough embrace or mistake\nShe would take Jesus\nBlest foot forward and all\n\nSibilant and at last\nThe circus crawled away\nWith another lover in its arms\nDancing on Her grave\n\nBorn, born, born, born, born, born\nBorn in a burial gown\nShe was born, born, born, born\nBorn in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial gown ",1 -3323,Black_Kids___Love_Me_Already,happy,"'Love Me Already [Verse 1]\nMy girl\'s been a real whore\nSpending her time with Theodore\nNow Teddy, he\'s my best friend\nBut with friends like these\nWho needs enemies?\nMy mother, she told me\n""You\'re being silly\nTalking, talking crazy""\nDon\'t tell me what my problem is\nJust tell me what she\'s doing at his\nApartment at midnight\nI didn\'t get an invite\nTonight on my birthday\nThat ain\'t half-right\nMy best boy Teddy\nThat skeezer, how could he?\nGod-damn it, girl, just love me already!\nCan\'t you love, love, love me already?\n[Chorus]\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nLove, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy father, he told me\n""Biting or begging\nLove hurts your knees\nYou can\'t treat women like hotels\nWhy should she love you?\nShe knows you so well""\nNow I\'m at a payphone\nHumming so slow\nTo her busy tones\nNow I knock on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with my heartbeat\nNow he knocks on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with his heartbeat\nNow I knock on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with my heartbeat\n\n[Bridge]\nThe whore lets me in, and it looks like a party\nSurprise! Surprise! It\'s your party, baby\nI know you hate secrets but try not to hate me\nTeddy and I, we kept it all on the sly\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\nTo love me already?\nLove me already\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\n [Extended Chorus]\nTo love, love, love me already?\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nLove, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nJust love, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nCould you love, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\n\n[Outro]\nReady, baby\nReady, baby\nReady, baby\nOh-oh-oh, uh-oh, oh!3Embed', 'default'",0 -2483,Basement_Jaxx___Sfm,happy,"""SFM She's a funky feline machine\nCrazy cat inside your dream\nShe's a honey, she sting like a bee\nYou're the punk and she's the queen\nShe's and angel she's a dove\nWith a taste for a villain's blood\nPackin heat, struttin on the street\nChew you up an make you meat\nSexy feline machine\nShe's a sexy feline machine\nYou can't stop her\nYa ya ya ya ya\n\nShe's a sexy feline machine\nCrazy cat inside your dream\nShe's a honey, she sting like a bee\nYou're the punk and she's the queen\n\nSexy feline machine\nShe's a sexy feline machine\n\nEverything is not as it seems\nYou can't stop her\n\nSexy feline machine\nShe's a sexy feline machine\nYou can't stop her\nYa ya ya ya ya",0 -3527,Bloc_Party___Signs,sad,"""Signs [Verse 1]\nTwo ravens in the old oak tree\nAnd one for you and one for me\nAnd bluebells in the late December\nI see signs now all the time\nThe last time we slept together\nThere was something that was not there\nYou never wanted to alarm me\nBut I'm the one that's drowning now\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can sleep forever these days\nCause in my dreams I see you again\nBut this time-fleshed out fuller face\nIn your confirmation dress\nIt was so like you to visit me\nTo let me know you were okay\nIt was so like you to visit me\nYou're always worried about someone else\n[Bridge]\nAt your funeral I was so upset\nSo, so upset\nIn your life you were larger than this\nStatue statuesque\n[Chorus]x2\nI see signs now all the time\nThat you're not dead, you're sleeping\nI believe in anything\nThat brings you back home to me 3 ",1 -3077,Billie_Holiday___Forget_If_You_Can,happy,"""Forget If You Can Forget if you can\nRomantic music one magical night\nA corner table in dim candle light\nA kiss that was heaven for two\n\nForget if you can\nThe day we hiked to where nobody knows\nThe swell spaghetti at Tony and Joe's\nIt hasn't been fun without you\n\nDon't you remember\nAll the silly things we used to do\nThe way we laughed\nWhen we were photographed\nAs Handsome Hat and his ten-timing gal\nWhy shouldn't we play\nMore happy moments like we used to spend\nThey were so perfect\nToo perfect to end\nLet your heart forget it you can",0 -3615,Blue_Foundation___Enemy,happy,"""Enemy We were lovers on the run\nHeading for adventure\nRuinous and young\n\nWe fled across the broken land\nWild, deserted places\nAnd it went out of hand\n\nWatch your back\nStay with me\nSomeone here could be an enemy\nWatch your back\nDon't you see\nOne of us could be the enemy\nWe seized a house upon a hill\nDamp and tainted ceilings\nAnd broken windowsills\n\nSeagulls hanging from the trees\nBlack and static water\nRed and sticky leaves",0 -6302,Damien_Rice___Cannonball,calm,"""Cannonball [Verse 1]\nStill a little bit of your taste in my mouth\nStill a little bit of you laced with my doubt\nStill a little hard to say what's going on\nStill a little bit of your ghost, your witness\nStill a little bit of your face I haven't kissed\nYou step a little closer each day\nThat I can't say what's going on\n\n[Chorus]\nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to lie\nLife, it taught me to die\nSo it's not hard to fall\nWhen you float like a cannonball\n[Verse 2]\nStill a little bit of your song in my ear\nStill a little bit of your words I long to hear\nYou step a little closer to me\nSo close that I can't see what's going on\n\n[Chorus]\nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to lie\nAnd life taught me to die\nSo it's not hard to fall\nWhen you float like a cannon...\nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to cry\nSo come on, courage!\nTeach me to be shy\n\n[Outro]\n'Cause it's not hard to fall\nAnd I don't wanna scare her\nIt's not hard to fall\nAnd I don't wanna lose\nIt's not hard to grow\nWhen you know that you just don't know 8 ",2 -2238,Ayreon___Day_Twelve_Trauma,anger,"'Day Twelve: Trauma [Reason]\nThink hard, you are lying here in a hospital bed\nDisregard the emotions inside your head\nConcentrate on the real world beyond your mind\nIt\'s not to late to leave your burdens behind\n\n[Fear]\nWe won\'t let you go\nTake you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head...\nYou\'re better off dead!\n[Agony]\nLocked away, she lives in isolation\nIt\'s been that way, since he has gone\nShe been through life of depravation\nShe depends on you, her only son\n\n[Passion]\nShe won\'t let you go\nKeep you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head\nYou\'re better off dead\n\n[Agony]\nWhere are you, can\'t you hear her calling?\nNothing you can do, you have no time\nThere is no one there, to catch her now she\'s falling\nWhy should you care, you are doing fine\n\n[Passion]\nShe won\'t let you go\nKeep you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head\nYou\'re better off dead\n [Reason]\nNow she\'s at rest, she finally found her peace\nThere\'s no need to blame yourself\nYou must let go, or the pain will never cease\nIt\'s time to crawl out of your shell\n\nYour mother died, the day your father left\nA part of you died as well\nFeelings of guilt will haunt you \'til the end\nYou must fight hard to break this spell\n\nBut it hurts...\n\n[Fear]\nYou hear her voice, from beyond her grave\n""Where were you son, when I needed you\nIs this your thanks for all the warmth I gave\nDid you forget what I been through?""\nYou hear his voice, cold and merciless\n""You worthless fool, you let her die!""\nAnd deep within yourself, you must confess\nYour ways cannot be justified\n\n[Pride]\nBy now you realized, you have to be\nRelentless to survive\nRepress your memories\nBury all emotions and thrive!\nIt\'s your life!\n[Reason]\nNow she\'s at rest, she found her peace\n\n[Fear]\nYou hear her voice, from the grave\n\n[Reason]\nYou must let go or the pain won\'t cease\n\n[Fear]\nIs this your thanks for all I gave""\n\n[Reason]\nA part of you died as well\n\n[Fear]\nYou worthless fool, you let her die""\n\n[Reason]\nIt\'s time to crawl out of your shell\n\n[Fear]\nYour ways cannot be justified\n\n[Pride]\nBy now you realized, you have to be\nRelentless to survive\nRepress your memories\nBury all emotions and thrive!\nIt\'s your life!Embed', 'default'",3 -5644,Colbie_Caillat___Battle,sad,"""Battle [Verse 1]\nYou thought we'd be fine\nAll these years gone by\nNow your asking me to listen\nWell then, tell me 'bout everything\nNo lies, we're losing time\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause this is a battle and it's your final last call\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nBut why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?\nThis can be better, you used to be happy, try\n[Post-Chorus]\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou've got them on your side\nAnd they won't change their minds\nNow it's over and I'm feeling like we've missed out on everything\nI just hope it's worth the fight\n\n[Chorus]\nCause this is a battle and it's your final last call\nWhy'd you have to let it go?\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nCan't you see you've hurt me so?\nBut why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?\nThings could be better, you can be happy, try\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause this is a battle and it's your final last call\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nCan't you see you've hurt me so?\nBut why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?\nThings could be better, you could be happy, try\n [Outro]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause this is a battle, this is a battle\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nAnd it's your final last call\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause this is a battle, this is a battle\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nAnd it's your final last call\nThis is a battle and it's your final last call ",1 -840,Alison_Krauss___Dreaming_My_Dreams_With_You,sad,"""Dreaming My Dreams With You I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore\nI hope that I've learned this time\nI hope that I find what I'm reaching for\nThe way that it is in my mind\n\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll live to see it all through\nBut I'll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you\n\nI won't let it change me\nNot if I can\nI'd rather believe in love\nAnd give it away\nAs much as I can\nTo those that I'm fondest of\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll live to see it all through\nBut I'll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you\n\nSomeday I'll get over you\nI'll live to see it all through\nBut I'll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you",1 -3740,Boards_of_Canada___1969,calm,"""1969 [Chorus]\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\n\n[Chorus]\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\n[Chorus]\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD 1969 in the sunshine\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian 1969 in the sunshine\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD 1969 in the sunshine\nShe's a devoted Branch Davidian 1969 in the sunshine\n\n[Outro]\n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine 3 ",2 -8647,Eve_6___Allison,happy,"""Allison From a distant star, to this here bar\nThe me, the you, where are we now?\nHooray the blues of everyone\nAllison\nKeeps a smile around a while\nHe took her fright and jettisoned\nWe'll go tonight to hear him tell...oh well\nAllison\nAllison\nWhen the planets hit the sun\nI saw the face of Allison\nAllison\nAllison",0 -9145,Fischerspooner___Get_Confused,happy,"""Get Confused Do I like to have confusion?\nYes I do\nAm I... Am I in any danger?\nYes I am\nDo I like whats happening?\nYes I do\nAnd can I deal with it directly?\nYes I can\n\nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I'm doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused\nWill I have to start all over\nYes I will\nHad I a right to make those statements\nYes I have\nShall I meet with opposition?\nDid I justify my actions?\nHave I forgotten what the question was?\nYes I have\n\nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I'm doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused\n\nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I'm doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused\n\nHave I forgotten what the question was?\n\nHave I forgotten what the question was?\n When I when I when I when I get confused\nWhen I when I when I when I get confused ",0 -2108,Au_Revoir_Simone___Stay_Golden,calm,"""Stay Golden I saw it coming\nI just thought that you should know\nI'm feeling better every day\nI'm only waiting if you stay\nSo don't feel bad\nYour faith was an illusion\nAnd you're as loyal as your faith\nWill let you be\n\nYour expectation\nIt's not hard to live without\nI'm feeling better every day\nAnd emptiness still leaves a space\nSo don't feel bad\nYou lost all your emotion\nAnd may you find all your relations\nWill keep you free\nA careless bird is complicated\nAn empty nest still leaves a space",2 -9434,Frank_Sinatra___Without_A_Song,happy,"""Without a Song Without a song, the day would never end\nWithout a song, the road would never have been\nWhen things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend\nWithout a song\n\nThat field of corn, would never see a plow\nThat field of corn, would be deserted now\nA man is born, but he's no good no how\nWithout a song\n\nI've got my trouble and woe, but sure as I know\nThe Jordan will roll\nI'll get along, as long as a song\nIs strung in my soul\nI'll never know, what makes the rain to fall\nI'll never know, what makes the grass so tall\nI only know, there ain't no love at all\nWithout a song",0 -1008,Amber_Pacific___Here_We_Stand,happy,"""Here We Stand Here we stand again\nAnother day has passed us\nWith its lack of change\nAnd all we have is what we share\nAnd all we want is someone else to be there\n\nAnd if the sun will set tonight\nHold our secrets up to the sky\nAs our shadows grow there's nothing left to hide\nAnd if you ever doubt\nYou will know that I still wonder\nHow many times did I compare\nThe stars to your eyes\nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe've gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe'll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven't found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do\n\nIt's hard to get to understand\nWhen all your lives in our hands\nAnd don't stop when you've never been closer\nJust 'cause you don't know what matters most\nSo it won't always be so clearly right in front of us\n\nAnd if the sun will set tonight\nHold our secrets up to the sky\nAs our shadows grow there's nothing left to hide\nAnd if you ever doubt\nYou will know that I still wonder\nHow many times did I compare\nThe stars to your eyes\n\nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe've gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe'll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven't found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do\n Never do\n\nDoesn't really matter how it all began\nForsaken\nGot this far without knowing who we truely are\n\nI will never doubt that\nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe've gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe'll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven't found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do ",0 -1026,Ambulance_Ltd___Sugar_Pill,calm,"""Sugar Pill Slip into the warm of a touch\nWith a photograph of some love\nOnce you're gone\nI came home, but my key didn't like the door\n\nTook a million for everyone\nTime should have been overcome\nWith your love and my word\nBut I didn't have one\n\nSo I'll be on my own\nYou're more than I can lose\nI love you for the time that you kill\nMy sugar pill\nSeven stories they'll have to climb\nTo find out what we've done\nAnd to let them call, we'll be gone\nWhy can't you read the sign?\n\nBurn me up and mix me with sun\nBluegrass and a wallflower sun\nAnd anyone visiting knows\nJust where to go\n\nSo I'll be on my own\nYou're more than I can lose\nAnd now I've taken more than my fill\nMy sugar pill\n\nMy sugar pill sugar pill\nMy sugar pill sugar pill\nMy sugar pill",2 -151,ABC___How_To_Be_A_Millionaire,happy,"""How To Be A Millionaire I've seen the future, I can't afford it\nTell you the truth, sir, someone just bought it\nSay Mr. Whispers, here come the click of dice\nRoulette and blackjack, build us a paradise\nLarger than life and twice as ugly\nIf we have to live there, you'll have to drug me\n\nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate\nFor all the cards you were dealt\nAt the hands of fate so tell me\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nMillionaire, billionaire, trillionaire\n\nHardly surprising if you might consider\nLoyalties go to the highest of bidders\nWant my opinion? I'd give you ten to one\nGive me a million, a franchise on fun\nBut there are millions who often get nowhere\nAnd there's just one secret I think you should share\n\nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate\nFor all the cards you were dealt\nAt the hands of fate so tell me\n\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nMillionaire, billionaire, zillionaire\n\nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate c'mon, c'mon\nFor all the cards you were dealt, babe\nAt the hands of fate so tell me\n Tell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\n\nWho wants to be millionaire?\nI do! I don't! I do!\nWho wants to be millionaire?\nI do! I don't!\nI've seen the future, I can't afford it ",0 -1139,Amy_MacDonald___What_Happiness_Means_To_Me,sad,"""What Happiness Means to Me [Verse 1]\nMaybe in the start we would laugh\nMaybe in the end we would cry\nBut I believe in every book I've ever read\nAnd what you said\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the moon was in the sky\nAnd the tears did fill my eyes\nAnd the memories they all had passed\nBut in my head they'll always last\nAnd in the end before I could be\nI'd shown the world\nWhat it means to me\nBelieve it or not, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me\n[Verse 2]\nWill I ever see your face again\nWill I ever touch your skin\nI'll never stop loving everything you do\nBut not me and you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the moon was in the sky\nAnd the tears did fill my eyes\nAnd the memories they all had passed\nBut in my head they'll always last\nAnd in the end before I could be\nI'd shown the world\nWhat it means to me\nBelieve it or not, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me\n\n[Outro]\nAnd in the end, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me",1 -6403,Danzig___Im_The_One,anger,"""I’m the One [Verse 1]\nI was born in the dirt\nI never had no home\nAnd the places I've lived\nYou don't wanna know\nBut if you wanna hear evil\nJust come a little bit close\n\nI was a snake-eyed boy\nAnd at the age of five\nI made love to the howl of the wolves\nWith a dark haired girl\nSo if you wanna hear evil\nCome a little bit close\nShe whispered in my ear\nLittle boy you the one\nSet the world to rights\nMake it tremble in fear\nDo it one more time\n'Cause you the one, you're the one\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're the one, you're the one\nYou're the one, you're the one\nYea, you're the one\nLittle boy, you're the one\nDo it one more time\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe said the path you walk\nGonn' be hard one to tread\n'Cause the night is your only love\nLots of girls gonn' be hurt\nSaid it's part of your fate\n'Cause you're the one, you're the one\n\nAnd now I know my place\nIn this life I ride\nAnd I know the things I feel\nA burning deep inside\nSo if you want to meet evil\nI'm the one, I'm the one\n [Chorus]\nI'm the one, I'm the one\nI'm the one, I'm the one\nYea, I'm the one\nI'm the one, I'm the one\nDo it one more time ",3 -6717,DeBarge___Rhythm_Of_The_Night,happy,"""Rhythm of the Night [Verse 1: El DeBarge]\nWhen it feels like the world is on your shoulders\nAnd all of the madness has got you going crazy\nIt's time to get out, step out into the street\nWhere all of the action is right there at your feet\n\n[Pre-Chorus: El DeBarge]\nWell, I know a place where we can dance the whole night away\nUnderneath electric stars\nJust come with me and we can shake your blues right away\nYou'll be doing fine when the music starts, oh\n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah\n\n[Verse 2: El DeBarge]\nLook out on the street now, the party's just beginning\nThe music's playing, a celebration's starting\nUnder the street lights the scene is being set\nA night for romance, a night you won't forget\n\n[Pre-Chorus: El DeBarge]\nSo, come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home\nOoh, there's too much going on\nTonight is gonna be a night like you've never known\nWe're gonna have a good time the whole night long, oh\n\n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah\n [Pre-Chorus: El DeBarge]\nCome join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home\nOoh, there's too much going on\nTonight is gonna be a night like you've never known\nWe're gonna have a good time the whole night long, oh\n\n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh baby, oh darlin'\nForget about the worries on your mind Oh\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh baby, ooh\nForget about the worries on your mind Ooh\n\n[Outro: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nLa, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la, la-la-la\nLa, la-la-la The music's playing\nLa, la, la It's a celebration, la, la, la\nThe music's playing, everybody dance\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa\nForget about the worries on your mind\n'Cause you can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa ",0 -2872,Ben_Watt___Some_Things_Dont_Matter,calm,"'Some Things Don’t Matter This boy breezes in from the south-west\nThis boy sees his days in the middle-east\nThis boy eased his way up the silver Thames\nBut what is that when this boy, he needs love\nHe needs love\n\nThis boy thought he had found this girl\nThis boy ought to have kept that girl\nThis boy caught up in the wheels of fate\nThis boy deserves, oh, this boy he needs love\nAn everlasting love\nHe needs love\nOh, this boy, he knows how to feel\nThe blood in his heart runs as strong as cochineal\nThis boy, oh he knows what’s real\nSo give him love, an everlasting love\nGive him love\n\nOh this boy he’s got a heart of gold\nAnd gold’s the most precious thing you could ever hold\nAnd if his heart is made of that\nWhat need more be told?\nJust give him love, an everlasting love\nGive him love\n\nThis boy breezes in from the south-west\nThis boy sees his day in the middle-east\nThis boy eased his way up the silver Thames\nBut what is that?\nThis boy deserves, oh, he needs love\nAn everlasting love\nGive him love\nOh, give it to him, he needs it now\nAn everlasting, everlasting, everlasting, everlasting love Embed', 'default'",2 -4199,Brendan_Benson___Gold_Into_Straw,sad,"""Gold into Straw I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen\nI'm turning straw into gold and then back again\nWhen you used to be my friend\nBefore you turned your back on me in the end\n\nI'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew\nI'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you\nAnd I'll lay you to rest\nI'll put flowers on your chest, on your chest\n\nAnd it's happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nAnd I've got to be dumb\nIf it's always in fun\nI'm digging a hole with my hands six feet in the ground\nI'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found\nMeet this friend indeed\nMay he rest in peace and get on with\n\nI'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering\nI'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing\nThat's gone on too long\nYou were right, I was wrong, so wrong\n\nAnd it's happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nAnd I've got to be dumb\nIf it's always in fun\n\nBut enough's enough\nHold my breath while I pass\nWhile I pass you by\n\nAnd it's happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nYou can undo what you've done\nAnd it's always in fun\n\nIf it happens again\nPull a fast one on me\nThen I've got to be dumb\nAnd in more ways than one\n And it's always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one\nAnd it's always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one\nAnd it's always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one ",1 -489,Aimee_Mann___You_Could_Make_A_Killing,calm,"""You Could Make a Killing [Verse 1]\nThere is nothing that competes with habit\nAnd I know it's neither deep nor tragic\nIt's simply that you have to have it\n\n[Chorus 1]\nSo you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\n\n[Verse 2]\nI wish I was both young and stupid\nThen I too could have the fun that you did\n'Til it was time to pony up what you bid\n[Chorus 1]\nSo you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\n\n[Verse 3]\nI could follow you and search the rubble\nOr stay right here and save myself some trouble\nOr try to keep myself from seeing double\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOr I could make a killing\nOr I could make a killing\nOh I could make a killing\nYeah I could make a killing\nYeah I could make a killingSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 1 ",2 -2633,Beck___Its_All_In_Your_Mind,calm,"""It’s All in Your Mind [Verse 1]\nWell, it's all in your mind\nIt's all in your mind\nWell, it's all in your mind\nIt's all in your mind\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nWanted to be\nYour good friend\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I cannot believe\nYou got a devil up your sleeve\nAnd he's talking to me\nAnd I cannot believe\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I wanted to be\nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nYour good friend\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, you're all scared and stiff\nA sick, stolen gift\nAnd the people you're with\nThey're all scared and stiff\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nWanted to be\nYour good friendSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249 1 ",2 -506,Aimee_Mann___You_Do,sad,"""You Do [Verse 1]\nYou stay the night at his house\nWith no ride to work\nAnd I'm the one who tells you\nHe's another jerk\nBut you're the one who can succeed\nYou've only got to prove your need\n\n[Refrain]\nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\n[Verse 2]\nThe sex you're trading up for\nWhat you hope is love\nIs just another thing that\nHe'll be careless of\nBut though they're caveats galore\nYou've only got to love him more\n\n[Refrain]\nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nEven when it's all too clear\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou write a little note that\nYou leave on the bed\nAnd spend some time dissecting\nEvery word he said\nAnd if he seemed a little strange\nWell, baby, anyone can change\n\n[Refrain]\nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nYou do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nYou really do\nYou really doSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 -2679,Beirut___Nantes,sad,"""Nantes [Verse: Zach Condon]\nWell it's been a long time, long time now\nSince I've seen you smile\nAnd I'll gamble away my fright\nAnd I'll gamble away my time\nAnd in a year, a year or so\nThis will slip into the sea\nWell, it's been a long time, long time now\nSince I've seen you smile\n\n[Chorus: Zach Condon]\nNobody raise your voices\nJust another night in Nantes\nNobody raise your voices\nJust another night in Nantes\n[Bridge: Simone Simon & Fernand Ledoux]\n...plaisanter\nOh non je t'en prie, nous ne sommes pas chez nous\nOh je t'assure que Victoire...\nNon, laisse moi!\nMais qu'est-ce que tu as aujourd'hui?\nJ'ai que les hommes me dégoûtent, vous ne pensez qu'à ça\n\n[Verse: Zach Condon]\nWell it's been a long time, long time now\nSince I've seen you smile\nAnd I'll gamble away my fright\nAnd I'll gamble away my time\nAnd in a year, a year or so\nThis will slip into the sea\nWell, it's been a long time, long time now\nSince I've seen you smile 18 ",1 -1785,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Like_It_or_Not,happy,"""Like It or Not I'll tell you anything but not the truth\nMy Mum thinks she's in love with you and I'm not\nAnd just to be sure do you wanna ride\nLet me tell you something about christmas time when it's hot\n\nWhen were cornered\nOn a bid to scare\nI kept you from my reaches\nDidn't mean to care what we got\nDo you like it or not?\nI'm changing all your pills to vitamins\nYou got me eating form your hands\nGirl we're locked\nRound about 10 with a love tattoo\nYou left me in yr cell\nThe things you do\nWhen you're rot\n\nWhen were cornered in a bid to scare\nI kept you from my reaches\nDidn't mean to care what we got\nDo you like it or not?\n\nI'll tell you anything but not the truth\nMy Mum thinks she's in love with you and I'm not\nAnd just to be sure do you wanna ride\nLet me tell you something about new york when it's hot\n\nEnormously Low\nNo It's true\nThere's never been a knife that cuts me half as deep as you\nAnd wide for you\nDespite the dreams that others grow",0 -3886,Boney_M___Calendar_Song_January__February__March,happy,"'Calendar Song January, February, March... January, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\n\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\n\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\n\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\n\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\n\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July Embed', 'default'",0 -163,AFI___Summer_Shudder,sad,"""Summer Shudder [Verse 1]\nListen when I say\nWhen I say it's real\nReal life goes undefined\nWhy must you be so miserable?\nEverything you take\nMakes me more unreal\nReal lines are undefined\nHow can this be so miserable?\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away\nUnder the summer rain\n[Verse 2]\nListen, I can't make\nMake a sound, or feel\nFeel fine, I kissed the lies\nWhy must they be so kissable?\nListen as I break\nBreak the four wall seal\nGorgeous eyes shine suicide\nWhen will we be invisible?\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away\n\n[Bridge]\nThis is the fall\nThis is the long way down\nAnd our lives look smaller now\nAnd our lives look so small\nWill they hear you crying\nThis is the fall\nThis is the long way down\nAnd our lives look smaller now\nAnd our lives look so small\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 [Chorus]\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away ",1 -5934,Cradle_Of_Filth___Funeral_In_Carpathia,sad,"'Funeral in Carpathia Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded\nNightfall take my hand\nSeduce me with silky timbred limbs\nGrant me thy dark command\nOver the peaks framing tapestries\nOf thick forest, dusk has filled\nWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist\nCreeping like violations from the shadows to kill\n\nLucretia\nIs my love in vein\nWhen thy tears bleed sweeter\nThan the midsummer rain?\nBewinged, infested belfries\nToll o\'er the sobbing throng\nA writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes\nWhipped and welted \'neath the barbed windsong...\nIn sadean paradise\nAncestral legacies linger on...\n\nI am He\nThe crowned and conquering darkness\nSatan robed in ecumenical filth\nLivid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph\n\nThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deep\nAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies\nI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep\nEmbroided by these words Malaresia scribed\n\n""Beauty slept and angels wept\nFor Her immortal soul\nIn this repose, all evil chose\nTo claim her for their very own""\n\nCarpathia\nThe pleasured dead speak of her\nIn necromantic tongue\nWhen ambered daylights are done\nMasturbating in their graves\nOn her zenith to come...\n\nThis catafalque night when awed stars report\nTheir absence from the heavenly brow\nCrippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts\nWhilst the cloaked maelstorm resounds throughout\n ""How the storm it fulfills\nMy heart, though unhealed\nCelestial knives ebonied\nAnd wild woods thrill\nYet far fiercer still\nHer lustre eviscerates me""\n\nCarpathia\nPriapic lovers twist in concert with Her\nCovenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates\nThe path towards the castle weary innocence takes\n\nI rule as Master here\nWhere feral hordes impart my temper\nLove sank wounded when I, betrayed\nSaw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage\n\n""Usher the spite seething Draconist\nAnd commit this world to thy ancient\nSovereignty""\n\nErubescent veil descend\nPsalmed sunset thus portends\nAnd laid to rest, I now am blessed\nWith this darkness...Forever more\nSupreme Vampiric Evil\n\nThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deep\nAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies\nI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep\nEmbroided by these words Malaresia scribed\n\n""Beauty slept and angels wept\nFor Her immortal soul\nIn this repose, all evil chose\nTo claim her for their very own""\n\nCarpathia\nThe pleasured dead speak of her\nIn necromantic tongue\nWhen ambered daylights are done\nMasturbating in their graves\nOn her zenith to come...\n\nCandelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded\nNightfall take my hand\nSeduce me with silky timbred limbs\nGrant me thy dark command\nOver the peaks framing tapestries\nOf thick forest, dusk has filled\nWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist\nCreeping like violations from the shadows, to kill...Embed', 'default'",1 -8374,Enrique_Iglesias___Can_You_Hear_Me,happy,"'Can You Hear Me [Intro]\nCan you hear me?\n\n[Verse 1]\nI am numb but i can still feel you\nSometimes I’m blind but I see you\nYou are here but so far away\nThe times when you want to Im missing you\nMakes me feel like I’m spinning\nSometimes you get what you gain\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI’m on a course of collision\nAm not about to give in\nCan’t explain my position or the condition that I’m in\nWhere I am is no limit, no walls, no ceilings\nNo intermission, so let\nLet the party begin\n\n[Chorus]\nHey.. Hey.. Hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey Hey Can You Hear Me?\nOooow\nHey.. Hey.. Hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey Hey Can You Hear Me?\nOooow\n\n[Bridge 1]\nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nOooow\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon’t you mean that you’re my vision\nI got to make a decision\nDo I go, do I stay? Stay\n You’ve gotten into my system\nYou are in control of my mental\nI’m in a euphoric state\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI’m on a course of collision\nAm not about to give in\nCan’t explain my position or the condition that I’m in\n\nWhere I am is no limit, no walls, no ceilings\nNo intermission, so let\nLet the party begin\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me?\nCan you hear me?\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me?\nOoow\n\n[Bridge 2]\nOoow Ooow Ooow Ooow Ooow Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me?\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me?\n\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow\n\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me?\n\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow\n\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow\n\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me?\n\n[Lil Wayne] [Outro]\nEnrique, Yeah I can\nThis is Mr Morales1Embed', 'default'",0 -9416,Francis_Dunnery___Good_Life,sad,"""Good Life Softly now, you owe it to the world\nAnd everyone knows that you're my favorite girl\nBut there are somethings in life that are not meant to be\nI'm not meant for you, and you're not meant for me\nHere's to our problems and here's to our fights\nHere's to our achings and here's to your having...\nA good life, from me\n\nSoflty now, you owe it to yourself\nAnd dont think that you will be left on the shelf\nCuz, there's someone for you and there's someone for me\nLike me, you'll meet them eventually\nHere's to your lover and here's to my wife\nHere's to your children and here's to your having...\nA good life, from me\nBaby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby\n\nLoudly now, you've lost all your pain\nYou're married with children and happy again\nNow I'm regretting the moves that I made\nFatal mistakes are so easily made\nEnough of my problems they only cause fights\nForget that I rang you and promise you'll have such a\nBeautifully happy and\nPainlessly romantic...\nGood life, from me\nGood life",1 -2156,Augustana___Sunday_Best,happy,"""Sunday Best When she's sleeping on the sofa\nWhen she's laying in her Sunday best\nWhen she's turning over Friday\nI could swear I'm sleeping less and less\nWhen the ocean's getting warmer\nAnd California's on her mind\nLos Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright\n\nAnd I won't...\nNo I won't...\nNo I won't...\nCause she's already at the door\nShe's already out of here\nShe's already gone away . . . already gone away\nWell I'm coming on a Sunday\nAnd I think about you all the time\nI wonder what you're doin'\nI wonder why you never cry\nWhen Boston's always raining\nAnd we never ever seem alive\nI sung about you once now, I guess I might as well...\n\nAnd I won't... don't think back, don't come back\nNo I won't... don't come back, don't think back\nNo I won't... don't come back, don't go back\n\nCause I'm already out the door\nI'm already out of here\nI'm already gone away . . . already gone away\n\nWell I'm already out the door\nShe's already out of here\nI've already gone away\nAlready gone away\n\nDon't come back, don't come back\nDon't come back, don't come back",0 -2464,Barry_Manilow___Looks_Like_We_Made_It,sad,"""Looks Like We Made It [Verse 1]\nThere you are\nLooking just the same as you did last time I touched you\nAnd here I am\nClose to getting tangled up inside the thought of you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDo you love him\nAs much as I love her?\nAnd will that love be strong\nWhen old feelings start to stir?\n[Chorus]\nLooks like we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it\n\n[Verse 2]\nLove's so strange\nPlaying hide and seek with hearts and always hurting\nAnd we're the fools\nStanding close enough to touch those burning memories\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd if I hold you\nFor the sake of all those times\nLove made us lose our minds\nCould I ever let you go?\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa no, we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it\nOh, we made it\nSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30 [Outro]\nLooks like we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it\nLooks like we made it\nWhoa babe, we made it\nLooks like we made it ",1 -2532,Bauhaus___Burning_From_The_Inside,sad,"""Burning from the Inside Running without aim\nThrough the razor weeds\nThat only reach my knees\nAnd when I'm lying in the grey sleep\nI don't know how to walk the boards\nI open my eyes, and look at the floor\nAnd now I don't see you anymore\n\nThere is no choice, we make a point\nTo counteract a threatening hand\nClose my hold\nLet's be near\nLet's be near the atmosphere",1 -9456,Frank_Sinatra___Time_After_Time,happy,"""Time After Time What good are words I say to you?\nThey can't convey to you whats in my heart\nIf you could hear instead\nThe things Ive left unsaid\n\nTime after time\nI tell myself that I'm\nSo lucky to be loving you\n\nSo lucky to be\nThe one you run to see\nIn the evening, when the day is through\nI only know what I know\nThe passing years will show\nYouve kept my love so young, so new\n\nAnd time after time\nYoull hear me say that I'm\nSo lucky to be loving you",0 -4590,Busted___Thunderbirds_Are_Go,happy,"""Thunderbirds Are Go Spring break's come around and\nThere's more heroes to be found\nThere's something major going down on Tracy Island island\n\nWeapons underground\nKeeping our planet safe and sound\nIf someone evil's coming round they should be frightened frightened\n\nCause now the boys are back in town\nNo strings to hold them down, down\nchorus\nDon't be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they'll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid's about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go\n\nKids are learning fast\nThey know the T-birds kick some ass\nBe sure that there's no coming last\nIf your on their side their side\n\nIt always looks so cool\nWhen spaceships come out of the pool\nYou know that you'd just be a fool\nTo be a bad guy bad guy\n\nCause now the boys are back in town\nNo strings to hold them down\n\nchorus\nDon't be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they'll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid's about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go\n break\nThunderbirds are go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go...\n\nchorus\nDon't be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they'll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid's about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go\n\nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are\nThunderbirds are\nThunderbirds are go3 ",0 -3646,Blue_October___Balance_Beam,happy,"""Balance Beam [Verse 1:]\nI haven't been quite the same\nSo sure the story of my life would never change\nAnd in a bright eyed way\nI rinsed out the soap in my eyes\nAnd wrote a song that I'm about to sing\n'Cause it's about a girl that I hardly even know\nSo this is not another love song\nJust a list of things that I should know\nAnd everyone should know that\n[Chorus]\nOne: You've got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You've got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You've got to tell her that she's pretty\nFour: You've got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend\nYeah, you've got to show her that she's a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale\n\n[Verse 2:]\nWe took a walk in the rain\nI suggested, she confessed that\nThere's a heart nearby to cast some shade\nStay cool, but I'm giddy like a schoolboy\nYou've got to handle with care, this is not a toy\nGradually, we touched\nAlthough our clothes were wet, we sat and smiled\nI never thought I'd smile so much\nThe first kiss always says the most\n\n[Chorus]\nOne: You've got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You've got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You've got to tell her that she's pretty\nFour: You've got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend\nYeah, you've got to show her that she's a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale\nOh, this fairy tale, I wanna sing to you\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 And everyone should know that\n\n[Chorus]\nOne: You've got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You've got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You've got to tell her that she's pretty\nFour: You've got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend\nYeah, you've got to show her that she's a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale\nFairy tale, some kind of fairy tale\nSome kind of fairy tale\nAnd everyone should know that3 ",0 -61,A_Fine_Frenzy___You_Picked_Me,happy,"""You Picked Me One two three\nCounting out the signs we see\nThe tall buildings\nFading in the distance\nOnly dots on a map\nFour five six\nThe two of us a perfect fit\nYou're all mine all mine\n\nAnd all I can say\nIs you blow me away\nLike an apple on a tree\nHiding out behind the leaves\nI was difficult to reach\nBut you picked me\nLike a shell upon a beach\nJust another pretty piece\nI was difficult to see\nBut you picked me\nYeah you picked me\n\nSo softly\nRain against the windows\nAnd the strong coffee\nWarming up my fingers\nIn this fisherman's house\nYou got me\nSearched the sand\nAnd climbed the tree\nAnd brought me back down\n\nAnd all I can say\nIs you blow me away\n\nLike an apple on a tree\nHiding out behind the leaves\nI was difficult to reach\nBut you picked me\nLike a shell upon a beach\nJust another pretty piece\nI was difficult to see\nBut you picked me, yeah you picked me",0 -8653,Everclear___So_Much_For_The_Afterglow,happy,"""So Much for the Afterglow This is a song about Susan\nThis is a song about the girl next door\nThis is a song about the everyday occurrences that make me feel like letting go\nYes I think we've got a problem\n\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\n\nThis is a song about Susan\nYeah, this is a song about the way things are\nThis is a song about the scary things you see from the corner of your eye\nDon't you wonder why\nWe never talk about the future?\nYeah, we never talk about the past anymore\nWe never ask ourselves the questions to the answers that nobody even wants to know\nGuess our honeymoon is over\n\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\n\nOoh, I remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember, I remember, I remember!\n\nYeah!\n\nYeah, We never talk about the future\nOh, We never talk about the past anymore\nWe never ask ourselves the questions to the answers that nobody needs to know\n Oh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nYes I guess we need the drama\n\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nYeah, so much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow ",0 -6303,Damien_Rice___Cold_Water,calm,"""Cold Water Cold, cold water\nSurrounds me now\nAnd all I've got\nIs your hand\n\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nOr am I lost?\n\nLove one's daughter\nAllow me that\nAnd I can't let go\nOf your hand\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nOr am I lost?\n\nCold, cold water\nSurrounds me now\nAnd all I've got\n[Cold, cold water]\nIs your hand\n[Surrounds me now]\nLord? Can you hear me?\nLord? Can you hear me now?\nLord? Can you hear me?\nLord?\nOr am I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?",2 -8134,Eluveitie___Tegernako,happy,"""Tegernakô A folk of cheeriness and strength\nContent with the life they lived\nSo-called barbarians yet with eyes cleared\nFor what they truly need and what damn not\n\nFree and plain\n\nBarbarians, farmers and savages\nCounted as ignorant and uncivil\nBut told to bow before the emperors throne\nThey were at least not venal\nTrue and plain freedom - of this natures clan\nTrue and plain pride - of this Celtic clan\nTrue and plain dignity - Tegernako!\n\nNot for riches, not for sway\nNot for economic benefits\nMet they the emperors requirements\nFor freedom can't be bought",0 -6768,Dead_Soul_Tribe___A_lullaby_for_the_devil,sad,"""A Lullaby for the Devil Close your eyes and try to sleep\nYou have been awake too long\nClose your eyes and try to sleep\nLet the day drift by\nYou've been awake for way too long [long]\n\nForget about today\nLet it drift away\nLet your logic go\nLet your feeling grow\nLet go of all your hate\nLet it dissipate\nFind the love within\nLet the dream begin\n\nDo not hesitate\nTake the great escape\nFinally silence the pain and the violence today\nChoose another fate\nThat which you create\nNever again\nNever again will you hold your hand over this place\n\nDream this night away till morn\nSleeping like a baby born\nRest your mind and let your sorrow\nFade into the night\n\nWhen you reawake\nIn all that you forsake\nThe bitter season end\nReady to ascend\n\nIn the morning light\nThrough a second sight\nLearning to forgive\nFinally learn to live",1 -2889,Bent___Swollen,calm,"""Swollen With you in my garden\nIt's more peaceful inside\nDon't need anything else\nTo make me feel alive\nYou electrify me\nAnd I want to be in your arms\nFor always\nFor always\n\nOur love is swollen\nMade of the quietest shade of loud\nHolds me like an anchor\nFloats just like a cloud",2 -3273,Black_Box_Recorder___Child_Psychology,sad,"'Child Psychology [Spoken Word]\nI stopped talking when I was six years old\nI didn\'t want anything more to do with the outside world\nI was happy being quiet\nBut of course they wouldn\'t leave me alone\nMy parents tried every trick in the book\nFrom speech therapists to child psychologists\nThey even tried bribery\nI could have anything, as long as I said it out loud\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\n[Spoken Word]\nOf course, this episode didn\'t last forever\nI\'d made my point and it was time to move on\nTo peel away the next layer of deceit\nAnd see what new surprises lay in store\nMy school report said I showed no interest\n""A disruptive influence""\nI felt sorry for them in a way\nAnd when they finally expelled me\nIt didn\'t mean a thing\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\n\n[Spoken Word]\nAt that time, she stopped what she was doing\nShe stopped playing\nShe stared, she had the facial grimacing\nAnd then the psychiatrist was saying\n""Julie, Julie, can you hear me?\nCan you open your eyes?\nCan you stick out your tongue?""\nAnd all of a sudden, Julie struck out\n [Spoken Word]\nThe November day I came home\nThe Christmas decorations were already up\nSpray on snow, coloured flashing lights\nAnd an artificial tree that played Silent Night\nOver and over again\nMy parents welcomed me with loving arms\nBut within an hour were back at each others throats\nNormal, happy childhood back on course\nBatteries not included\n\n[Chorus]\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it14Embed', 'default'",1 -8675,Evergrey___Fragments,sad,"""Fragments Fragments of the past flash before my eyes\nNever ending streams of images colliding\nSilhouettes of memories slowly fading away\nIllusionary seductions haunts me in my dreams\n\nFighting for freedom\nBut the chains I'm in won't break\nIt will soon be too late\n\nI am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow when my soul falters?\nI am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow?\nI am weak & bothered\nBlinded by the fear\nOf being left alone\nI seek the truth within\nAs the shadows are closing in\n\nCalling oblivion\nCause the state I'm in won't change\nAnd I'm fighting for freedom\nCause the chains I'm in won't break\n\nI am here, I am lost\nI am weak & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow when my soul falters?",1 -5183,Cheap_Trick___Aint_That_A_Shame,happy,"""Ain’t That a Shame You made me cry when you said good-bye\nAin't that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin't that a shame...you're the one to blame\nYou broke my heart, now we're apart\nAin't that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin't that a shame...you're the one to blame\n\nAh, yes you are\nFarewell, good-bye, although I'll cry\nAin't that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin't that a shame...you're the one to blame\nAh!\nYou made me cry when you said good-bye\nAin't that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin't that a shame...you're the one to blame",0 -178,ALL_SHALL_PERISH___Memories_Of_A_Glass_Sanctuary,sad,"""Memories of a Glass Sanctuary I drove away another word to value\nSo I'd grow without you\nStill I wake up in your arms\nDreams have lost their charm\nHanged and torn I live through this\nThough it's through, I'll save it all away\nMemories of a glass sanctuary\nMemories of a glass sanctuary",1 -3694,Blur___Ambulance,sad,"""Ambulance [Chorus]\nI ain't got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain't got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain't got\nAnything to be scared of\nBecause I love you\n\n[Verse]\nI was born out of love\nIt's the only way to come into this world\nI know I'm not all there\nBut I'm getting, getting, getting there\nIf you let me live my life\nI'll stay with you to the end\nAnd I know, lord\nI'm nearly there\nI want to tell you this\n[Chorus]\nI ain't got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain't got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain't got\nAnything to be scared of\nBecause I love you\n\n[Outro]\nI ain't got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo ain't got\nNothing to be scared of[x2] 2 ",1 -2254,Ayria___Beta_Complex,sad,"""Beta Complex I've wasted time\nI've wasted this mind\nA superficial life\nWith apathy\nI know we have not won\nI know this all because\nWhen we have everything\nIt will not change a thing\n\nJust leave me alone today\nBecause all I do causes so much pain\nKnow no one part hello\nThe depthless friends that go\nIf I don't feel something\nI'm going to burst\nI tied you to myself\nI thought that that would help\nI tried to pull you in\nI let the rope break\n\nJust leave me alone today\nBecause all I do causes so much pain\n\nI feel bad today\nI don't really know what to say\nI don't want to feel bad today\nBut I guess it's always the way\n\nI don't want you and there's nothing I can do",1 -8888,Farewell___First_One_On_The_Blog,happy,"""First One On The Blog Pardon my friend, he's not from here\nHe's got a knack for speaking with his hands\nGot a short fuse, like a time bomb set to explode\nI hope you understand we're even now\nSo just get on with your life\nSo take a bow\nCause you know that I will never be the same\n\nWell, your cover has been blown\nGonna teach you that you reap what you sow\nGonna take you for everything you own\nWhile your girlfriend's slipping in through the back door\nAnd if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend\n\nFight for what you believe in\nStand your ground and stay proud\nShout at the top of your lungs now\nRaise your voices up and join the crowd\n\nYour cover has been blown\nGonna teach you that you reap what you sow\nGonna take you for everything you own\nWhile your girlfriend's slipping in through the back door\n\nAnd if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend\nIf you mess with me\nThen you will have to face the consequence\nWords of wisdom for the weary\nSee who gets it in the end\n\nNow look who's setting the pace\nYou said that we'd never make it\nSo wipe that grin off your face\nYou're far too phony to fake it\n And if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend\nIf you mess with me\nThen you will have to face the consequence\nWords of wisdom for the weary\nSee who gets it in the end\n\nSo let me be the first one on the blog to say it\nLet me be the guy to carry all the blame\nAnd when it's too much to bear\nYou know your friends will be there\nSo hang on\nHang on ",0 -1398,Anita_Baker___Men_In_My_Life,happy,"'Men in My Life [Verse 1]\nI\'m such a lucky woman\nFolks don\'t understand\nHow I handle so much loving\nFrom more than one man\nAsk me how I do it\nMy time\'s in such demand\nFrom sunrise down to sunset\nDo the best that I can\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause I know that I could never choose just one\n\'Cause there\'s three men in my life\nThey\'re my husband and my sons, yes\n[Verse 2]\nTell you one is tall and handsome\nOne is full of life\nThe big one steals my covers\nIn the middle of the night\nEach one swears they need me\nAnd I believe they\'re right\n\'Cause the young ones call me ""Mommy""\nAnd the other calls me ""wife""\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I never knew that I could love as much\n\'Cause the three men in my life\nThey\'re my husband and my sons\n\n[Bridge]\nHush, hush, hush, hush\nHush, hush, hush, hush, now\n\n[Verse 3]\nSomeday they\'re gonna leave me\nGonna strike out on their own\nOff to raise a family\nLittle babies of their own\nI\'ll be here with daddy\nJust as happy as you please\nTo watch the branches growing on our family tree\nSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 [Chorus]\nAnd I know that I could never love just one\nNever knew that I could ever love so much\nAnd I know that I could never in my life\nWithout my husband and my sons\n\n[Outro]\nHush, hush, hush, hush\nHushEmbed', 'default'",0 -7416,Donovan___Summer_Day_Reflection_Song,sad,"""Summer Day Reflection Song Cat's a-sleeping in the sun\nEyes take heed the colours call\nSunlight patterns touch the wall\nRed kerchiefs sail and fall\nCat's a sleeping in the sun\n\nDragon kite in the sky\nWheel and turns, spin and fly\nAttacked by rooks and never fail\nTo cry the sound of fairy tales\nThe cat is walkin' in the sun\nAll the pebbles I have seen\nPrecious stones for Colleen\nEvery minute I pass through\nWith the grooves spent with you\nThe cat is yawning in the sun\n\nJewelled castles I have built\nWith freak feelings of guilt\nAnd the words stab to the hilt\nPick the flower and it will wilt\nCat's a-shifting in the sun\n\nMarionette dangles death\nInsensitivity is fed\nBy the TV wizard's wand\nOnce in the spell you're conned\nCat's a-smiling in the sun\n\nCat's a-smiling in the sun\nEyes take heed the colours call\nSunlight patterns touch the wall\nRed kerchiefs sail and fall\nCat's a-smiling in to me",1 -7374,Don_Gibson___Sea_of_Heartbreak,sad,"""Sea of Heartbreak [Verse 1]\nThe lights in the harbour\nDon't shine for me\nI'm like a lost ship\nAdrift on the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n[Verse 2]\nHow did I lose you?\nOh, where did I fail?\nWhy did you leave me\nAlways to sail?\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, what I'd give just to sail back to shore\nBack to your arms once more\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, come to my rescue\nCome here to me\nTake me and keep me\nAway from the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on the sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n [Outro to fade]\nSea of heartbreak\nIt's sea of heartbreak\nSea of heartbreak3 ",1 -936,Allister___Radio_Player,happy,"""Radio Player There's a broken needle scratching my 45 collection\nThrough a burnt out blown two speaker combination\nThere's nothing left to do but crank it up loud\nIt's pumping through my head and its knocking me out\nIt doesn't really matter what's going on now\n'Cuz all I wanna do is\n\nKeep the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\nThere's a broken CD player in the backseat of my car\nNext to the pieces of what's left from my first guitar\nThere's nothing left to do but crank it up loud\nIt's pumping through my head and its knocking me out\nIt doesn't really matter what's going on now\n'Cuz all I wanna do is\n\nKeep the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\n\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\n\nSome people say that my radio is dead\nBut I won't let myself believe it\n\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\n\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\n We left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio's playing all my favorite songs\n\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all my favorite songs ",0 -1604,Antony__The_Johnsons___Divine,sad,"""Divine Goodbye, baby\nBaby, goodbye\nDivine, oh Divine\nFalling like a picture of time\n\nOh, he was the Mother of America\nHe was my self-determined guru\nMyself, I hold your big fat heart in my hands\nWell I hold your bleeding heart in my hands\n\nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness\nDid someone mention a rapture?\nWell I turn to think of you\nWho walked the way with so much pain?\nWho holds the mirror up to fools?\n\nAnd I'll murder the ingrates\nWho stand in our way\nAnd I'll swallow shit, laughing\nOn my bed of hay\n\nAnd I hold your burning heart in my hands\nAnd I hold your burning heart in my hands\n\nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness\n\nDivine\nDivine\n\nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness 1 ",1 -6087,Current_93___All_The_World_Makes_Great_Blood,sad,"""All The World Makes Great Blood Sorry, then bird flight\nPasses across my window\nSorry, then dog crouches\nUnder the still sun\nSorry then moi je\nRegrette tout ce que\nJ'ai fait\nO le soleil se couche I\nLie me down I lay\nWith Your body under the\nHoneysun\nSuckled love swing mine\nYou were\nI was not yet dressed Tibetan red\nAnd into You, as You'll recall\nI fled\nThe twig-smashed landscape\nIs rolling and waving\nWolf wild wide wind walking\nSoft smoke star space stalking\nThis is the comic book end\nWe have waited for\nAnd not believed in\nOh nearly not at all\nOh nearly not at all\nOnce when we were young\nOh once we were so young\nAnd the rain-ways licking the glass\nMade us the observers of the distant distance\nWe there watched the sky's goddy tears\nOnly once did Good God cry black\nAnd then all the clock movements start\nTo crick crack crick\nBy the hairs on my head\nBy the stare in my eyes\nBy the pain in my heart\nI shall whisper through signs:\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood",1 -1507,Anouk___Who_Cares,anger,"""Who Cares Did you ever wake up in the morning\nWith a freight-train running trough your head\nAn empty whiskey bottle by your pillow\nAnd a burnend out unfinished cigarette\nThe night went up in smoke\nLife is but a joke man\nBut I see nobody laughing\n\nDid you ever live a day\nLike the next day would never come\nBlood's dripping on the floor, but who cares\nWho needs you anyway\nYou're a stranger to yourself\nAnd this ain't no joke, man\nBut I can't stop laughing\nchorus\nGreedy, angry people make me\nRun around in circles backwards\nDown the lonely road that keeps me\nRun around in circles\n\nHow I want to try again\nExcuse me can you lead me\nI just want to try again\nExcuse me can you lead the way",3 -3847,Bon_Iver___Babys,sad,"""Babys [Chorus]\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!\n\n[Verse]\nAnd I\nI'm the Carnival of Peace\nI'll probably start a fleet\nWith no apologies\nAnd the Carnival of Scenes\nIt grows more and more appealing\nBut my woman and I\nMy woman and I know what we're for\n[Chorus]\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!See Bon Iver LiveGet tickets as low as $101",1 -9444,Frank_Sinatra___Dancing_In_The_Dark,happy,"""Dancing In The Dark Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends\nWe're dancing in the dark and it soon ends\nWe're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here\nTime hurries by, we're here and we're gone\n\nLooking for the light of a new love\nTo brighten up the night, I have you love\nAnd we can face the music together\nDancing in the dark\n\nWhat - though love is old\nWhat - though song is old\nThrough them we can be young\nHear this heart of mine\nWailin' all the time\nDear one, tell me that we're one\n\nLooking for the light of a new love\nTo brighten up the night, I have you love\nAnd we can face the music together\nDancing in the dark, dancing in the dark\nDancing in the dark",0 -761,Alice_In_Videoland___Bad_Boy,happy,"""Bad Boy Kiss me, kick me, anyway you want it\nJust don't leave me hanging on\nSmack me, slap me, anyway you like it\nJust don't leave me at your feet\nPlease me, tease me, satisfy my needs\nYour passion has me hypnotized\nFeel me, heal me, wanna see the real me\nDance until you're paralyzed\n\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, bad bad boy\nKiss me, kick me, anyway you want it\nJust don't leave me hanging on\nSmack me, slap me, anyway you like it\nJust don't leave me at your feet\nPlease me, tease me, satisfy my needs\nYour passion has me hypnotized\nFeel me, heal me, wanna see the real me\nDance until you're paralyzed\n\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, I'm a dirty girl\nYou're a bad boy, bad bad boy\n\nJust don't leave me at your feet\n\nTurn me, so gently?\nShow me, all over me\nLay with me, turn me off\nStay with me, all night long\n\nTurn me, so gently?\nShow me, all over me\nLay with me, turn me off\nStay with me, all night long",0 -7196,Dina_Carroll___Dont_Be_A_Stranger,happy,"""Don’t Be A Stranger I shouldn't be alone with you tonight\nDesire was to strong to put up a fight\nI don't understand the way I feel\nAlthough it feels so right\nI really shouldn't be...\nHere tonight\n\nIn your eyes there's a sign of intensity\nI sense an atmosphere\nNo need to hide from the way that you feel inside\nThere's nothing left to fear\nchorus\nIf only for tonight\ndon't be a stranger\nI wanna take this chance\nRisk it all for you\nKnowing what im gonna do\nIf only for tonight\ndon't be a stranger\nI want it all from you\nTonight\n\nYou're on my mind all of the time\nI really shouldn't stay with you tonight\nBut the more and more I think of it\nThe more it just seems right\nThats why I shouldn't be...\nHere tonight\n\nNow I find out I know who I really am\nI'm lost without a trace\nSo take me high, take me low or how you know\nAnd help me if you can\n\nrepeat chorus\nWhy I don't know it\nI'm in too deep, to say no\nHold me close, don't let me go\nI wanna take this chance\nRisk it all for you\nIt's what im gonna do\n repeat chorus ",0 -2386,Bad_Manners___My_Girl_Lollipop,happy,"""My Girl Lollipop My girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as candy, you are my sugar dandy\nOh, oh, my girl lollipop, never ever leave me\nBecause it would grieve me, my heart told me so\n\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as Ghandi, you are my sugar dandy\nEh, My girl Lollipop\n\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don't want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I'll never let you go\n\nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, oooh little Lollipop",0 -4798,Capital_Lights___Worth_As_Much_As_A_Counterfeit_Dollar,happy,"""Worth as Much as a Counterfeit Dollar You've told another lie this time\nYou stood up but your legs aren't moving again\nIt's your call but it better be the last try\nYou hold ransom for tuition that I've already spent\nSo give it up, give it up, it's time\nThey're auditioning new roles, hoping we don't catch 'em pulling our legs\nDon't go the audience from last night\nSpread the word and the new crowd's showing up\n\nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don't know you're there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nOnce more, the story of your whole life\nFor you it's all just a game, but the game never ends\nYour hiding in the closet while your one night stand's waiting with his eyes closed counting to ten\nNow gather around, gather around, hats off\nWhile they're tossing in their quarters might as well give all the people a show\nDon't cry, I'm not so good at goodbyes\nYou're moving on at the same pace I'm giving up\n\nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don't know you're there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nGiving orders from the back seat while the passengers are all unaware\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\n\nNow it's all gonna unwind, hurry up before the sun goes down\nIt's past 4 o'clock my time, you'll come around, now you're coming around\nAnd they'll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they'll all be delighted just to know we're alive\nAnd they'll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they'll all be delighted just to know we're alive\nYou've told another lie this time\nYou stood up but your legs aren't moving again\nBut all your wasted time goes to show that you're just not giving up\n\nRepeat x2\nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don't know you're there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nGiving orders from the back seat while the passengers are all unaware\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\n Repeat x4\nAnd they'll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they'll all be delighted just to know we're alive ",0 -988,Amanda_Blank___DJ,happy,"'DJ My baby, he left me high and dry\nCan\'t be the man for me\nSaid he can\'t tell me why\nHe told me that he loves me\nBut he\'s gotta be alone\nHe doesn\'t need me anymore\nWants to do it on his own\nHe said he doesn\'t wanna run\nBut we hold each other back\nI love him so hard\nI would fall off track\nDJ, play that song a little louder\nI gotta, gotta get him outta my head\nGotta dance the pain away\nCan\'t go to sleep just yet\nDJ, can\'t you play a little harder?\nI gotta, gotta get farther outta the zone\nI need the beat for release\nI can\'t get it on my own\n\nHow could he say that\nHe loves me unconditionally\nBut still put so many rules\nAnd restrictions on me?\nHe told me, ""No one\'s gonna love you\nAs much as I do\nBut I can\'t be the man\nThat you need me to.""\nHe just couldn\'t hold my hand\nBut he couldn\'t let me go\nWas afraid that I found someone\nThat loves me more\nSo he keeps me in his trap\nWhile he walks out the gate\nHe knows he\'s gonna come back\nHe knows that it\'s too late\n Save me, save me\nThis boy is trying to break me\nI\'m feeling it, I\'m feeling it\nI need someone to take me\n\nDJ, play that song a little louder\nI gotta, gotta get him out of my head\nGotta dance the pain away\nCan\'t go to sleep just yet\nDJ, can\'t you play a little harder?\nI gotta, gotta get farther outta the zone\nI need the beat for release\nI can\'t get it on my ownEmbed', 'default'",0 -4638,CSS___Lets_Reggae_All_Night,happy,"""Let’s Reggae All Night If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon\nThat's cool\nIf you are my friend you can clean my house if you want\nOr only if we had a fight. Yeah!\nIf you are my friend you can sharpen my things with your teeth\nThat's so sweet\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night Yeah!\n\nChorus:\nLet's Reggae all night Yeah!\nYou are so fast! I'm so slow, because...\nThat's the way I like to roll\nIf you are my friend you can make dance beats for me\nJust for me\nIf you are my friend you can shake my milk and drink\nAnd i can do the same for you, Yeah!\nIf you are my friend you can break my back in half\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night Yeah!\n\nChorus:\nLet's Reggae all night Yeah!\nYou are so fast! I'm so slow, because...\nThat's the way I like to roll x2\nLet's Reggae all night Yeah!\n\nWon't you come and save a seat for me?\nWould you please\nWe'll have fun you are the only one I think\nYou know this\nI'm so happy you brought it to me\nFinally!\nWe'll have fun you are the only one I think\nYou know this\n\nIf you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon\nIf you are my friend you can clean my house if you want\nIf you are my friend you can sharpen my things with your teeth\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night yeah!",0 -7281,Dismantled___Start_Digging,sad,"""Start Digging Start digging...\n\nYou have to dig through the cold hard ground\nTo find people like me\nThey don't make 'em like this anymore\nI'm an obsolete machine\n\nSo say goodbye to those empty faces\nAnd run to the fields\nAnd start digging the cold hard ground\nIn hopes to find me\nStart digging...\n\nBeen digging for days and nights\nNot finding a thing\nYou can barely see in this fog\nAnd don't realize I'm right here\n\nI've been watching you work so hard\nTrying to get to me\nBut I don't wanna ruin that for you\nAnd let you believe in me\n\nSo\nKeep digging...\n\nI can't barely see you now\nJust a lump of sweat and tears\nYou've all but given up\nAnd that's where I come in\n\nYou've been digging the cold hard ground\nAnd now I'm finally here\nBut all you that you've really done\nIs dig a grave for me\n\nThey were right when they said\nI'm an obsolete machine\nThey just sent me here to show you\nHow futile faith can be\n So, push me in...\nPush me in...\nJust push me\n\nFinal impact... ",1 -4851,Carmen_McRae___My_Funny_Valentine,sad,"""My Funny Valentine My funny valentine\nSweet comic valentine\nYou make me smile with my heart\nYour looks are laughable\nUnphotographable\nYet you're my favorite work of art\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little weak\nWhen you open it to speak?\nAre you smart?\nBut don't change a hair for me\nNot if you care for me\nStay little valentine stay\nEach day is Valentine's Day\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little weak?\nWhen you open it to speak\nAre you smart?\nBut don't you change one hair for me\nNot if you care for me\nStay little valentine stay\nEach day is Valentine's Day",1 -4513,Buckshot_LeFonque___Another_Day,sad,"""Another Day Another day\nStaring out of my window\nThinkin' bout tomorrow\nWishing things would clear\n\nNo need to rush\nI ain't gonna worry\nAny moment my sorrow\nIs bound to disappear\n\nSometimes I tell myself I'm better off without you\nAnd then I have to face the emptiness I feel inside without you\nAnd find a way to make it through another day\nI need a way\nTo find the truth within me\nAccept the fact that I love you\nMy blue eternity\n\nI hear they say\nWhat doesn't kill you makes you stronger\nI must have the heart of a lion\nSifting through love's remains\n\nSometimes I tell myself I'm better off without you\nAnd then I have to face the emptiness I feel inside without you\nAnd find a way to make it through another day\n\nMy love for you is etched forever in my memory\nNow I realize that life goes on even though you're not here with me\nI wake up looking forward to another day\n\nA day of livin' without you\nI can't stand livin' without you\nJust another day",1 -5808,Cooler_Kids___All_Around_The_World_Punk_Debutante,happy,"""All Around The World Punk Debutante All around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I'm a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I'm a debutante\n\nThe jet is freaking, the guest list is speakin'\nWe jet to Ibiza, the people are shrieking\nThe world kids are cravin' a ravin ' invasion\nI come from the future of next school new wavin'\nNew York is so fly, my high rise is so high\nThe height of my high style comes right from the turnstile\nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I'm a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I'm a debutante\n\nThe comic guru otaku, Tokyo\nDj come Dj go, elavate electro\nLondon is burning turntables are turning\nNightclubs are discerning my love is returning,...\n\nAll around the world Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I'm a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I'm a debutante\n\nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I'm a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I'm a debutante\n\nAll that you want, I'm debutante\nAll that you want , live wild and free !!!\n\nthe comic guru otaku, Tokyo\nDj come Dj go,. elevate electro\nNew York is burnin' turntables are turnin'\nNightclubs are discerning my love is returning\n All around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\n\nAll around the world, Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl ",0 -8780,Fad_Gadget___Rickys_Hand,sad,"""Ricky’s Hand [Verse 1]\nScratched his head, then pulled his ear\nReached out for a glass of beer\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\nFrom the pocket it pulled five pound\nRicky bought another round\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\nIn the dark it found his zip\nWiped his mouth when he was sick\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\n[Chorus]\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 2]\nSix pints later he waved goodbye\nPicked his nose and squashed a fly\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\nSlamming the door it grasped the wheel\nNow Ricky's full of man appeal\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\nRicky contravened the highway code\nThe hand lies severed at the side of the road\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n [Chorus]\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\n[Chorus]\nRicky's hand\nRicky's hand\n\n[Outro]\nRicky's hand ",1 -2686,Beirut___The_Flying_Club_Cup,sad,"""The Flying Club Cup [Verse 1]\nI built my house of reeds\nUpon a marsh in Elise\nMy father was released\nA day's walk from San Denise\nWe buried him beneath\nThe bone-white sands of San Denise\n\n[Verse 2]\nSilence of an airborne night\nPush high above the roof\nDaughters of the red lights blind\nThe icy works of art\nThe city lights and restless nights\nGo once upon the Lord\nYou and I will lie beside\nThe fire sparked from boards\nIt's yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\n[Outro]\nIt's yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\nIt's yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\nIt's yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....",1 -1161,Amy_Studt___If_Only,happy,"""If Only [Verse 1]\nWhen I get time to myself\nAnd have nothing to do\nI can't help feel the bittersweet\nThat searches through and through\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with\n[Chorus]\nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho'll give me a helping hand\nI can't let life pass me by\nI'm tired of being me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've been lonely for too long\nAnd selfishly I've cried\nI need to pull myself back up\nI need to turn the tide\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with\n\n[Chorus]\nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho'll give me a helping hand\nI can't let life pass me by\nI'm tired of being me\n [Bridge]\nSo how long will it be\n'Til I can let go?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI need to turn the tide\nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with\n\n[Chorus]\nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho'll give me a helping hand\nI can't let life pass me by\nI'm tired of being me So tired\nSo how long will it be?\n\nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho'll give me a helping hand\nI can't let life pass me by\nI'm tired of being me\n[Outro]\nSo how long will it be\n'Til I can let go?\nOh, 'til I can let go\n'Til I can let go ",0 -211,Aaliyah___Street_Thing,happy,"""Street Thing [Intro]\nYou and me got a street thing going on\n\n[Verse 1]\nNow that we have come to know each other\nI'll never go away, love will always stay here forever\nCause this thing we've got is very rare Yeah\nSo don't ever go nowhere\nNo, because\n\n[Chorus]\nCause you and me got\nA street kinda thing going on\nAnd I'm so happy that I found you\nOur love ain't going nowhere\nIt's gonna stay right here\nRight here forever\n[Verse 2]\nYou'll never have to ask a second time\nI'm the one for you, you're the one for me, so there's no doubt in my mind no\nBoy this love we have is oh so real oh, yes it is\nThat's why I'm never going nowhere, no\n\n[Chorus]\nCause you and me got\nA street kinda thing going on\nAnd I'm so happy that I found you\nOur love ain't going nowhere\nIt's gonna stay right here\nRight here forever\n\n[Interlude]\nYo Liyah, why don't you take it to the bridge\nAnd let 'em know how you really feel\n\n[Bridge]\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n You can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n\nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\nAd Lib\nYou can climb\nSwim the deepest sea\nHey, my love will always be, hey\nYou can climb, swim the deepest sea\nI gotta let you know my love will always be\nYes it will, swim the deepest sea\nI gotta let you know, gotta let you know\nYou can go searching, but you will never find\nSomeone like me to love you nowhere, no way, no how\nYou can take a trip all around the world, you will never find\nAnother girl who's gonna love you like I do, hold you like I do\nYeah5 ",0 -5793,Connie___Funky_Little_Beat,happy,"""Funky Little Beat I want to get to know you better\nSeems like we both belong together\nYou rock my body like no one did\nFull force, lots of care\n\nBreath to the rhythm as I stare at the way you move\nLots of class as you stomp and grind\nI like that move, boy, you got that groove\nRockin' in the streets to this funky beat\n\nThis funky beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat\nRockin' in the streets to this funky beat\nThe beat\nFunky little beat This funky beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat\nRockin' in the streets\nRockin' in the street\n\nTwo o'clock, the party's still goin' and\nAll my friends, they're ready to go\nYou turn around, oh, I smile at you\nThat's when you shy down\nForget just what you want to do\n\nI'm gonna let it, you know obviously\nWhat I want you to do to me\nWhy can't you see? It's so easy\nYou and me just rockin' with that beat that beat\n\nFunky little beat Funky little beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat Rockin' in the streets\nRockin' with that funky beat that beat\n\nFunky little beat\nFunky little beat\nThat funky beat funky little beat\nRockin' in the streets\nRockin' in the street\n Two o'clock, the party's still goin' on and\nAll my friends, they're ready to go\nYou turn around, oh, I smile at you\nThat's when you shy down\nI give you all these clues\nAnd you still don't know what to do\nAnd you still don't know what to do\n\nRockin' in the streets to this funky beat\nThe beat\nThe beat\nFunky little beat\nFunky little beat\nThat funky beat funky little beat\nRockin' in the streets\nRockin' in the street\n\nRockin' in, rockin' in...1 ",0 -7588,Dulce_Liquido___Under_The_Silence,anger,"""Under The Silence You live blind in reality\nWhen dead rise in the silence\nDreams becoming a fatal nightmare\nWhen you try to escape\n\nSiniester evil lurks in your mind\nThe world of the dead is alive\nAwakening, the revenge is blind\nThe deepest hell\n\nWhen you sleep you feel your own curse\nYou try to hide from the demons\nThey want to show how your will die\nThey want to play and trap your soul\nThis is their nature to kill and destroy\nAnd sin is their life\nThey will come and observe you falling\nNo way to escape\n\nThe nightmares are pursuing us\nThey are under the silence in dreams\nTheir cruelty is part of their pleasure\nYou're in fear, screaming in fear",3 -4518,Buddy_Holly___Oh_Boy,happy,"""Oh, Boy! [Chorus]\nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don't know what you've been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\n\n[Verse 1]\nAll of my life\nI've been a-waiting\nTonight there'll be no, hesitating\nOh boy oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\nStars appear and shadows are falling\nYou can hear my heart a-calling\nA little bit a-loving makes everything right\nI'm gonna see my baby tonight\n[Chorus]\nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don't know what you've been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\n\n[Bridge]\nDum-dee-dum-dum\nOh boy\nDum-dee-dum-dum\nOh boy\nOoh-ooh-ooh-oooooh\n\n[Chorus]\nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don't know what you've been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\n\n[Verse 2]\nAll of my life\nI've been a-waiting\nTonight there'll be no, hesitating\nOh boy Oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\nStars appear and shadows are falling\nYou can hear my heart a-calling\nA little bit a-loving makes everything right\nI'm going to see my baby tonight\n [Chorus]\nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don't know what you've been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you're with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me3 ",0 -4033,Boyzone___Dont_Stop_Looking_For_Love,happy,"""Don’t Stop Looking For Love Been so long since I found someone\nYou came as some surprise\nBut I knew you were meant for me\nWhen I looked into your eyes\nSo beautiful and strong\nBoy where did you come from\nAs life passed me by\nYou fell from the sky\nAnd I could hear you say\n\nDon't stop looking for love\nIt can be found\nIn the strangest places\nJust when you've given up\nAlong comes a miracle\nThat turns your life around\nSo don't stop, looking for love\nWalking around with my head hanging\nDown, I felt so all alone\nAnd your love seemd miles away\nI was a heart without a home\nA woman in the rain\nYou took the clouds away\nNow bright as the sun\nOur love has begun\nAnd I could hear you say...\n\nCHORUS\n\nSuddenly my dream had\nCome and rescued me\nI can't believe I finally reached the day\nNow I can say...\n\nCHORUS to fade",0 -9510,Freak_Power___Waiting_For_The_Story_To_End,happy,"'Waiting for the Story to End ""It\'s all in your head,"" she said\nYou know it\'s right there in you mind\nSoul food is brain food so you get back payment in kind\nStroll up to the cash desk, push you trolley up that ramp\n""The change\'ll do you good"" she said\nAnd you even get Green Stamps\n\nWe\'re just waiting for the story to end\nThe credits will be rolling again\nIf you make love to your enemies\nYou masturbate your friends, and that\'s the end\n""It\'s all there in the past."" she said\nWhen the Merry Pranksters rolled\nThe cats and dogs in harmony\nAnd the ppigs do what they\'re told\n""Get back on the bus,"" she said lovin Kenny Kesey\nThe streets are paved with daisies\n\'Cause we made them on our own Embed', 'default'",0 -8284,Emma_Bunton___Perfect_Strangers,happy,"""Perfect Strangers [Verse 1]\nShe was a girl\nCaught in a circle\nWaiting for something\nPlaying for time\nDay after day\nEverything's perfect\nPerfectly normal\nIn her life\n\n[Pre Chorus]\nOn the wrong train\nIn the rush hour\nBusy dreamin nothing\nThen everything changed\n[Chorus]\nShe his face\nThey fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day we were perfect strangers\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe left on time\nBut he's always rushin\nIt's getting him somewhere\nNowhere fast\nNo one to leave\nNo one to get over\nThere's something missing\nIn his life\n\n[Pre Chorus]\nOn the right train\nGoing no name\nLooks up moment\nThen everything changed\n\n[Chorus]\nHe saw her face\nThey fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day we were perfect strangers\n [Bridge]\nBa da da da\nBah ah ah ah ah\nBa da da da\nBa da da da\nBah ah ah ah ah\nBa da da da\nOn the wrong train\nIn the rush hour\nBusy dreamin nothin\nThen everything changed\n\n[Chorus]\nI saw your face\nWe fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\n\n[Outro]\nRemember the day\nI saw your face\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers1 ",0 -4181,Brenda_Russell___Piano_In_The_Dark,sad,"""Piano in the Dark [Verse 1]\nWhen I find myself watching the time\nI never think about all the funny things you said\nI feel like it's dead\nWhere is it leading me now\n\nI turn around in the still of the room\nKnowing this is when I'm gonna make my move\nCan't wait any longer\nAnd I'm feeling stronger but oh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt's pulling me back\nBack to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nI know I'm caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe holds me close like a thief of the heart\nHe plays a melody\nBorn to tear me all apart\nThe silence is broken\nAnd no words are spoken but oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt's pulling me back\nBack to love you\n [Chorus]\nI know I'm caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark\n\n[Bridge]\nThe silence is broken\nAnd no words are spoken but oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt's pulling me back\nBack to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nI know I'm caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark\n[Outro]\nOh..i cry,i cry..2 ",1 -3279,Black_Box_Recorder___The_Facts_of_Life,sad,"'The Facts of Life Do do do, do do do\nDo do do, do do do\n\nWhen boys are just eleven they begin to grow in height\nAt a faster rate than they have done before\nThey develop curiosity and start to fantasise\nAbout the things they have never thought of doing before\nThese dreams are no more harmful than\nThe usual thoughts that boys have\nOf becoming football stars or millionaires\nAs long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains\nIt\'s just a nature walk\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life\n\nA boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl\nBut not daring to because she might say no\nAt last he summons up the courage phones\nAnd discovers someone else has asked her first and she\'s said yes\nNow\'s time to deal with the fear of being rejected\nNo-one gets through life without being hurt\nAt this point the boy who\'s listening to this song\nIs probably saying ""It\'s easier said than done"" and it\'s true\n\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life\n Do do do, do do do\nDo do do, do do do\n\nSmall-town dating differs from more urban situations\nIn particular if there\'s few places to go\nAdolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade\nIf they have to almost anywhere will do\nA family car, a disused coalmine\nA rowing boat or a shed\nExperimentation, familiarisation\nIt\'s all a nature walk\n\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life\n\nIt\'s just the facts of life Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nThere\'s no master plan Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nWalk me home from school Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nThey develop into sweet dreams Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nIt\'s just the facts of life Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nThere\'s no master plan Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nWalk me home from school Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my handEmbed', 'default'",1 -1131,Amy_Adams___Happy_Working_Song,happy,"""Happy Working Song [GISELLE]\nCome my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song\nMerry little voices clear and strong\nCome and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in\nCleaning crud up in the kitchen\nAs we sing along\nTrill a cheery tune in the tub as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain\nPluck a hairball from the shower drain\nTo the gay refrain\nOf a happy working song\nWe'll keep singing without fail\nOtherwise we'd spoil it\nHosing down the garbage pail\nAnd scrubbing up the toilet, ooh!\n\nHow we all enjoy letting loose with a little la-da-dum-dum-dum\nWhile we're emptying the vacu-um\nIt's such fun to hum\nA happy working song\nOo-ooh, a happy working song\n\nOh, how strange a place to be\nTill Edward comes for me\nMy heart is sighing\nStill, as long as I am here\nI guess a new experience could be worth trying\nHey, keep drying!\n\nYou could do a lot when you got such a happy little tune to hum\nWhile you're sponging up the soapy scum\nWe adore each filthy chore that we determine\nSo friends even though you're vermin\nWe're a happy working throng\n\nSinging as we fetch the detergent box\nFor the smelly shirts and the stinky socks\nSing along\nIf you cannot sing, then hum along\nAs we're finishing our happy working song!\n Spoken\nAh...wasn't this fun? ",0 -5197,Cher___The_Gunman,happy,"""The Gunman When I enter a room\nI will only sit facing the door\nIt's love I'm looking for\nAs I search every face\nI start to wondering is this the place\n\nFor love is a gunman and no mercy has he\nHe'll hunt you down until the day death sets you free\nLove is a gunman and he's coming to town\nYou'll met his glaze both barrels blaze\nStaring you down\nLove is the gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are set on me\nYou can run, you can hide\nYou can even saddle up and ride\nBut love won't be deny\nYou can wear a disguise\nBut it isn't fooled by alibis\n\nFor love is a gunman and no mercy has he\nHe'll hunt you down until the day death sets you free\nLove is a gunman and he's coming to town\nYou'll met his glaze both barrels blaze\nStaring you down\nLove is the gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are set on me\n\nFor love is a gunman, love is a gunman\nLove is a gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are fixed on me",0 -8654,Everclear___Thrift_Store_Chair,happy,"""Thrift Store Chair Baby go to bed\nAnd put out the light\nWe both know\nIf we talk anymore\nWe are going to end up\nIn a great big fight\n\nYou can have your way again\nYeah you can believe\nWhat you want to believe\nYou can walk all over me\nTomorrow\n\nBut tonight\nCan we both\nJust pretend to sleep\n\nI think we're headed for a big fall\nThink we're headed for a bad time\n\nI'm going to go downstiars\nAnd sit in that chair you like \n\nI want to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nYes, I need to slow it down for a while\n\nYeah\nI wish\nWe had never bought\nA king size bed\n\nThe only damn thing\nThat it's ever been good for\nIs plenty room\nFor the real good sex\n I lay in bed in the dark\nAnd all that I can see\nIs the distance that\nGrows between us\nYou seem\nSo far from me\n\nYes I think we are headed\nFor a big fall\nThink we are headed\nFor a bad time\n\nI'm going to go downstairs\nIm going to sit by myself\nAll alone\nIn the middle of the night\n\nI'm going to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nI think we need to slow down\nFor a while\n\nI'm going to go downstairs\nSmoke cigarettes\nIn that thrift store chair\nYou like\nI'm going to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nI think we need to slow down\nFor a while\n\nWe need to slow down for a while ",0 -8613,Evan_and_Jaron___Done_Hangin_On_Maybe,happy,"""Done Hangin’ on Maybe Last night I heard the sweetest words\nIf I wasn't drinkin' I might have remembered\nMore of what she said\nThere were sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI've been down and I've been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nI've been down and I've been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nNow another day has found me\nIf I wasn't so stupid I'd have ushered in\nThe morning holding her tight\nWith sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI've been down and I've waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nWell I-I-I-I'm done hangin' on maybe\nWell I-I-I-I'm done hangin' on maybe\nTonight I'll say the sweetest words\nBut if I'm not drinking I might not remember\nTo say just what I mean\nNo more old sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI've been down and I've been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nI've been down and I've been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nWell I-I-I-I'm done hangin' on maybe\nWell I-I-I-I'm done hangin' on maybe\nI don't wanna go\nShe don't wanna go\nThis time is ours\nI don't wanna go\nShe don't wanna go\nWe both know this time is ours tonight\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight",0 -4572,Burt_Bacharach___This_Guys_In_Love_With_You,calm,"""This Guy’s in Love with You You see this guy\nThis guy's in love with you\nYes, I'm in love\nWho looks at you the way I do\nWhen you smile I can tell\nWe know each other very well\nHow can I show you\nI'm glad I got to know you, 'cause\n\nI've heard some talk\nThey say you think I'm fine\nYeah, I'm in love\nAnd what I'd do to make you mine\nTell me now, is it so?\nDon't let me be the last to know\nMy hands are shaking\nDon't let my heart keep breaking, 'cause\nI need your love\nI want your love\nSay you're in love\nIn love with this guy\nIf not, I'll just die\n\nTell me now, is it so?\nDon't let me be the last to know\nMy hands are shaking\nDon't let my heart keep breaking, 'cause\n\nI need your love\nI want your love\nSay you're in love\nIn love with this guy\nIf not, I'll just die",2 -3728,Blutengel___Leave_the_Day_Crystal_Tears_remix,happy,"""Leave the Day Crystal Tears remix This is the night\nWhere all your dreams come true\nI'll catch your life\nI'll paralyze your soul\n\nShow me your fear\nIt's time to break the chains\nTurn off the light\nSalvation comes to you this night\n\nAnd you're hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou're too weak to touch the sky\nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we'll leave the day\n\nRegret your sins\nWith every breath you take\nYou try to run\nBut I will hold you back\n\nYou lost your way\nWith every step you make\nAnd all your fears\nGrowing every second, you will stay\n\nFeel the pain inside your heart\nYour crystal teardrops fade to black…\n\nAnd you're hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou're too weak to touch the sky\n\nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we'll leave the day\n Try to fly… Try to fly…\n\nAnd you're hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou're too weak to touch the sky\n\nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we'll leave the day\n\nTry to fly… Try to fly… ",0 -8244,Emily_Jane_White___Blue,sad,"""Blue Blue, so blue was your love that I held and pursued\nAnd true, so true, the black hand, oh it takes you back\nAnd you turn to a figure in the light\nNo wait, but you turn back\n\nAnd we danced in diamond dust\nOh yea, we danced in diamond dust\n\nOh black, oh black and blue - I was when I left you\nA figment of the past, a battered highway\nCow skulls marking death\nBaby's breath and dried misery you left on my door\nAnd we danced so hard that the cold, cold black rain fell\nAnd the blood on the ground, on the ground, washed away\nAnd your body was gone and it left no trace\nBut a trail of ash has led me to this dark place\n\nDid you see in the way that she did run, run faster than anyone?\nAway from the snake-eyed mule of a man\nYes you can, yes you can, yes you can\nYes you can, yes you can, yes you can\n\nBlue, so blue, was your love that I held and pursued\nAnd true, so true, the black hand, oh it takes you back",1 -281,Abra_Moore___Birthday_Song,sad,"""Birthday Song For you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nCould you stay the way you are?\n\nYou don?t have to carry\nThis world on your shoulders\nThis life can be scary\nBut when you get older\n\nWell, I don?t have no magic map\nTo help guide you along your path\nI just wish you\nAll the best in this world\nFor you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nCould you keep it in your heart?\n\nAnd there you are\nYou're way above the shut up now\nI'm coming after you, yeah\n\nI pull you back\nBut you keep crawling back for more\nYou keep crawling back for more\n\nGo get your life\nIt?s out there calling to you\nYeah, you got the light\n\nFor you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nYou just stay the way you are, yeah\nYeah",1 -9478,Franz_Ferdinand___The_Lobster_Quadrille,sad,"'The Lobster Quadrille [Verse 1]\n""Will you walk a little faster?""\nSaid a whiting to a snail\n""There\'s a porpoise close behind us\nAnd he\'s treading on my tail\nSee how eagerly the lobsters\nAnd the turtles all advance!\nThey are waiting on the shingle -\nWill you come and join the dance?\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWill you, won\'t you, won\'t you\nWill you, won\'t you join the dance?\nWill you, won\'t you, will you\nWon\'t you, won\'t you join the dance?""\n\n Embed', 'default'",1 -3717,Blur___Parklife,happy,"""Parklife [Verse 1: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nConfidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as Parklife!\nAnd morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as Parklife!\nJohn's got brewer's droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of it Parklife!\nWho's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate, get some exercise\n\n[Chorus: Damon Albarn & Phil Daniels]\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife\nKnow what I mean?\n[Verse 2: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nI get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen Parklife!\nI put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving me house Parklife!\nI feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous wellbeing Parklife!\nAnd then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it\n\n[Chorus: Damon Albarn]\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife\n\n[Verse 3: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nParklife Parklife!\nParklife Parklife!\nIt's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch Technik, you know\nParklife Parklife!\nAnd it's not about you joggers who go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round\nParklife Parklife!\n\n[Chorus: Damon Albarn]\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife 17 ",0 -7412,Donny_Hathaway___A_Song_For_You_Live__The_Troubador__Los_Angeles__CA,sad,"'', 'default'",1 -3328,Black_Label_Society___Sick_Of_It_All,happy,"""Sick of It All Undertaking, all forsaking\nWhere you gonna go?\nNo-one told you how it would be\n\nHelter Skelter, ain't no shelter\nStare into the sun\nYou can look, but you won't see\n\nWhere are you gonna go?\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nFly so high, you're gonna die\nWhen one's got broken wings\nNo-one told you how it would be\n\nThe battle between the highs and lows\nDrowned yourself again\nIt's where you find that you're free\n\nWhere are you gonna go?\nNothing's left that you know\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nWhen you're just sick of it all\n\nWhere are you gonna go?\nWhen nothing's left that you know\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nWhen you're just sick of it all\nWhen you're just sick of it allSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82",0 -9609,Frontline_Assembly___Vanished,calm,"""Vanished We cling to each other\nLike a child and a mother\nA desperation of seperation\nI feel i'm going under\n\nTo the left to the right to the middle\nMy head is spinning around\nTo the left to the right to the middle\nI am going under ground\n\nUntrue as true can be\nWe're seeking endlessly\nNo answers for tomorrow\nWe'll drown in our sorrow\nVanishing horizons\nWe leave each other cold\nI am dying on the inside\nNo where left to go\n\nThe bruises on my skin\nMeans you held too tight\nThe evil that you spoke of\nDoesn't make it right\n\nI know what you're feeling\nI know what you're thinking\nI know what you're doing\nI know what you're feeling\n\nVanishing horizons\nWe leave each other cold\nI am dying on the inside\nNo where left to go\nThe bruises on my skin\nMeans you held too tight\nThe evil that you spoke of\nDoesn't make it right",2 -5790,Conjure_One___One_Word,sad,"""One Word With only one word\nYou took the ice out of the air again\nAnd put the heat back in the sun again\nWith only one word\n\nWith only one word\nYou put the weapons of the world away\nIt's funny how one single thing you choose to say\nWill change the world and then\nIt suddenly means something better\nEvery single thing I see, good or bad\nYou make it mean something better\nEvery pleasure, every pain\nEvery nightmare that I dream\nMake it mean something better\n\nWith only one word\nYou change the ending of a tragedy\nAnd summon power from the injuries\nWith only one word\nIt's funny how one single thing you choose to say\nWill change the world and then\nIt suddenly means something better\n\nEvery single thing I see, good or bad\nYou make it mean something better\nEvery pleasure, every pain\nEvery nightmare that I dream\nMake it mean something better\n\nEvery time that I can't make a sound\nAnd I think that I'm starting to drown\nEven when I try to take you down\nEvery time that I think I'm alone\nAnd I can't find a word of my own\nYou take me home\nAnd then you change the world again\n With only one word\nYou took a war out of my history\nIt's funny how one single thing you choose to see\nCould change the world\nAnd give mine back to me so much better\n\nEvery single thing I see better\nEvery single thing I dream better\nSo much better\nEvery pleasure, every pain better\nEvery nightmare that I dream I dream\nMake it mean something better ",1 +6939,Destinys_Child___So_Good,happy, "So Good \nHey, how ya doin\'?\nYeah, I\'m doin\' mighty fine\nLast time I seen ya\nIt\'s been a long time\nStop smilin\' at me, get that look off your face\nPlease don\'t even front, stop bein\' so fake\nI know you do not like me and you made it very clear\nYou\'re always talkin\' about me\nFrom what I hear\nAlways puttin\' me down when you thought that you could\nI want you to know that I\'m doin\' so good\n[Pre-Chorus: Kelly, with Destiny\'s Child]\nWasn\'t it you that said\nI thought I was all that and you said I didn\'t have a clue?\nWasn\'t it you that said\nThat I wouldn\'t make it through?\nAnd wasn\'t it you that said\nThat I didn\'t look too good, that I wouldn\'t do too good?\nI\'d never make it out the 'hood\nI want you to know that I\'m doin\' so good \n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I\'m\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nIt\'s hard to face it, but I\'m\nSo hood, so good, so good \n \nThis is for them haters that said we wouldn\'t make it\nNow we\'re doin\' platinum\nAnd now you can\'t take it\nFor all the people 'round us that have been negative\nLook at us now\nAnd see how we live\nI stayed down wit\' my people, all the ones that keep it real\nDidn\'t get caught up\nAnd how\'d it make you feel?\nAll the things I\'m doin\' that you thought I never could\nI want you to know that I\'m doin\' so good\n [Pre-Chorus: Kelly, with Destiny\'s Child]\nWasn\'t it you that said\nI thought I was all that and you said I didn\'t have a clue?\nWasn\'t it you that said\nThat I wouldn\'t make it through?\nAnd wasn\'t it you that said\nThat I wouldn\'t do too good?\nLook at me, now ain\'t God good\nNow I made it out the 'hood\nI want you to know that I\'m doin\' so good \n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I\'m\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nIt\'s hard to face it, but I\'m\nSo hood, so good, so good\nSo good \n \nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nGood, good, good, good, good, good\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nI\'m doing so, so, so, so, so\nGood, good, good, good, good, good\n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child, Beyoncé]\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI know you hate it, but I\'m\nSo hood, so good, so good\nSo good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nI am so, so good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nBaby face it, I\'m doin\' good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nHey hey-yeah, doin\' good, good, good\nSo hood, so good, so good\nDoin\' good, good, good, good\nSo hood, so good, so good \n \nThou shalt pay bills2 ",0 +7703,Econoline_Crush___Hollowman,anger, "Hollowman Maybe i\'m phony, baby\nJust like you\nMaybe i\'m lonely and you\'re something to do\nSomething to do\nMaybe i\'m broken and I can\'t be fixed\nMisunderstood, misguided, misfit\nI\'m it\nOh, is there no way out\nI am, I am, I am\nHollowman\nDown again\nIt\'s the end of the world\nAll that we had\nEverything good has now turned bad\nTurned bad\nMaybe it\'s tragic\nMaybe it\'s shit\nBitter and twisted you make me feel sick\nYou make me feel sick",3 +7085,Diana_Krall___Im_Coming_Through,happy, "I’m Coming Through \nI looked down at a sparkling band\nAnd only saw my Mother\'s hand\nThe things I\'ve earned\nThey never came too cheap\nBut then the likeness only goes so deep\nAs clouds approach the facing shore\nAnd although two pairs of shoes sit by the door\nI can\'t pretend I don\'t descend\nI know I should be joyful now\nBut time means nothing\nOnly the love you gave to me will save me\nI think she knew\n \nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI\'m coming through \n \nI looked down at a twist of lace\nAnd only saw my Father\'s face\nThe things we shared\nHave hurt us both so much sometimes\nWe each go places love can\'t touch\nA calendar marks days to keep\nThe moon shone down\nUpon chill waters running deep\nThe veil so thin that light poured in\nThe sight was so astonishing\nThat time meant nothing\nOnly a kiss that felt like this could move me\nI think she knew \n \nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI\'m coming through\nSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67 \n \nI raise my voice\nAnd shake the walls\nBut if I chance to cry at all\nI hope you hear me now\nI\'m coming through ",0 +3876,Bon_Jovi___Something_For_The_Pain,happy, "Something for the Pain \nHappiness, it\'s been no friend to me\nBut forever after ain\'t what it\'s all cracked up to be\nYeah, i had a taste, you were my fantasy\nBut I almost lost my faith when I hit reality \n \nI don\'t need no guru to tell me what to do\nWhen you\'re feeling like a headline on\nYesterday\'s news\nCome on, come on, come on \n \nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i\'ve been dangling from a hang-man\'s noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you \n \nLoneliness has found a home in me\nMy suitcase and guitar are my only family\nI\'ve tried to need someone, like they needed me\nWell I opened up my heart, but all i did was bleed \n \nI don\'t need no lover, just to get screwed\nThey don\'t make a bandage, that\'s going to cover my bruise\nCome on, come on, come on \n \nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i\'ve been dangling from a hang-man\'s noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\n Come on, come on, come on \n \nPull me under help i\'m falling\nThrough my veins\nTo a place\nWhere i feel no pain\nBe the pillow under my head night is calling\nCover me when i\'m in your bed\nTake me higher than i\'ve ever beenfeels like i\'m flying\nTake me down and back again\nCome to me, be my disguise christ i\'m dying\nOpen your coat, let me crawl inside\nCome on, come on, come on \n \nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i\'ve been dangling from a hang-man\'s noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you\nGive me something for the pain\nGive me something for the blues\nGive me something for the pain when\nI feel i\'ve been dangling from a hang-man\'s noose\nGive me shelter from the rain\nGive me something I can use\nTo get me through the night\nMake me feel all right\nSomething like you \nCome on, come on, come on, come on, come on\nCome on, come on, come on, come on, come on \nGimme\nGive me something for the pain\nGimme\nGive me something for the blues\nGimme\nGot to give me something for the pain, baby\nGimme2 ",0 +8776,Faces___Ooh_La_La,happy, "Ooh La La \nPoor old Grandad\nI laughed at all his words\nI thought he was a bitter man\nHe spoke of women\'s ways\n They trap you, then they use you\nBefore you even know\nWell, love is blind and you\'re far too kind\nDon\'t ever let it show \n \nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was younger\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was stronger\n \nThe can-can such a pretty show\nWill steal your heart away\nBut backstage back on Earth again\nThe dressing rooms are grey\nThey come on strong and it ain\'t too long\n\'Fore they make you feel a man\nBut love is blind and you soon will find\nYou\'re just a boy again \n \n \nWhen you want her lips, you get her cheek\nMakes you wonder where you are\nIf you want some more then she\'s fast asleep\nLeaves you twinkling with the stars\nPoor young grandson, there\'s nothing I can say\nYou\'ll have to learn, just like me\nAnd that\'s the hardest way, ooh la la\nOoh la la la la, yeah \n \nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was younger\nI wish that I knew what I know now\nWhen I was stronger 2 ",0 +2301,BEFORE_THE_DAWN___Silence,sad, "Silence I destroy all in me\nThat might be understood\nAs weakness or fault\nI condone and embrace\nThe inescapable\nEnd of it all \nThere are no words in this world\nTo make you comprehend\nDarkness beyond all senses\nUnder the black wings I lay myself to rest\nAnd draw a new note of silence\nI behold and observe\nThat in my reflection\nThere are no scars\nI aim to be reborn\nAnd redress my failures by\nThe destruction of this form ",1 +7997,Ella_Fitzgerald___Manhattan,happy, "Manhattan Summer journeys to Niag\'ra\nAnd to other places aggra-\nVate all our cares\nWe\'ll save our fares! \nI\'ve a cozy little flat in\nWhat is known as old Manhattan\nWe\'ll settle down\nRight here in town! \nWe\'ll have Manhattan\nThe Bronx and Staten\nIsland too\nIt\'s lovely going through\nThe zoo!\nIt\'s very fancy\nOn old Delancy\nStreet you know\nThe subway charms us so\nWhen balmy breezes blow\nTo and fro \nAnd tell me what street\nCompares with Mott Street\nIn July?\nSweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by \nThe great big city\'s a wonderous toy\nJust made for a girl and boy\nWe\'ll turn Manhattan\nInto an isle of joy! \nWe\'ll go to Yonkers\nWhere true love conquers\nIn the whiles\nAnd starve together dear, in Chiles \nWe\'ll go to Coney\nAnd eat baloney on a roll\nIn Central Park we\'ll stroll\nWhere our first kiss we stole\nSoul to soul\n And My Fair Lady is a terrific show they say\nWe both may see it close, some day \nThe city\'s glamour can never spoil\nThe dreams of a boy and girl\nWe\'ll turn Manhattan\nInto an isle of joy! ",0 +7977,Elisa___Teach_Me_Again_Elisas_Version,sad, "Teach Me Again Elisa’s Version What\'s it to walk on a silent road\nTo be thirsty and wait for...\nWait for the rain?\nWhat is it like? \nYou wake me up with a ray of light\nTell me a joke and if you don\'t know one, nevermind\nCan\'t we just look at the sun? \nAnd live a lifetime in a day\nLike some butterflies but not quite the same\nA lifetime in a day\nIn which we learn to fly out of our cage\nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nSo what is\nThe sound of your heart when you\'re running?\nSo what is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space? \nIn this place there\'s the law of the strongest\nBut we confuse the weak with the one that\nMakes big mistakes\nAnd the strong with the perfect \nWe live a lifetime in a day\nWe\'re like some butterflies but not quite the same\nThe lifetime in a day\nIn which we learn to fly out of this cage \nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nwhat is\nThe sound of your heart when you\'re running?\nwhat is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space?\n Teach me again\nTeach me again\nTeach, teach me again\nTeach me again \nSo what is\nThe smell of summer like? And\nwhat is\nThe sound of your heart when you\'re running?\nwhat is\nTo be fearless like? And\nwhat is\nTo have nothing in mind but plenty of space? \nTeach me again\nTeach me again\nPlease...\nTeach me again\nTeach me again\nPlease...\nTeach me again\nTeach me again ",1 +1173,Amy_Winehouse___Tears_Dry_On_Their_Own,happy, "TranslationsFrançaisTears Dry on Their Own \n \nAll I can ever be to you is the darkness that we knew\nAnd this regret I\'ve got accustomed to\nOnce it was so right, when we were at our height\nWaiting for you in the hotel at night\nI knew I hadn\'t met my match\nBut every moment we could snatch\nI don\'t know why I got so attached\nIt\'s my responsibility\nAnd you don\'t owe nothing to me\nBut to walk away, I have no capacity\n \nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I\'m grown I\'m grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own \n \nI don\'t understand, why do I stress the man?\nWhen there\'s so many bigger things at hand\nWe could\'ve never had it all\nWe had to hit a wall\nSo this is inevitable withdrawal\nEven if I stop wanting you and perspective pushes through\nI\'ll be some next man\'s other woman soon\nI cannot play myself again\nI should just be my own best friend\nNot fuck myself in the head with stupid men \n \nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I\'m grown I\'m grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own \n \nSo we are history\nYour shadow covers me\nThe sky above ablaze\n \nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I\'m grown\nAnd in your way, in this blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own \n \nI wish I could say no regrets\nAnd no emotional debts\n\'Cause as we kiss goodbye, the sun sets\nSo we are history, the shadow covers me\nThe sky above ablaze that only lovers see \n \nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I\'m grown I\'m grown\nAnd in your way, my blue shade\nMy tears dry on their own\nWoah, he walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I am grown\nAnd in your way, my deep shade\nMy tears dry on their own, woah \n \nHe walks away, the sun goes down\nHe takes the day, but I\'m grown\nAnd in your way, my deep shade\nMy tears dry41 ",0 +7028,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Tell_Me_When_My_Light_Turns_Green,anger, "Tell Me When My Light Turns Green Seen quite a bit in my twenty-three years\nI\'ve been manic depressive and I\'ve spat a few tears \nSpat on and shat on\nTell me when my light\'s on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green? \nSpat on and shat on\nTell me when my light\'s on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\nRambling and gambling\nJust hoping for more\nI\'ve been losing and boozing\nBut I don\'t know what for \nWill anybody help?\nTell me when my light\'s on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green? \nIt\'s not that I don\'t believe in you\nOh, your work\'s all around for me to see \nWon\'t you please help?\nTell me when my light\'s on\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green? \nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?\nWould you please tell me when my light turns green?",3 +7094,Diana_Krall___I_Miss_You_So,sad, "I Miss You So Those happy hours I spent with you\nThat lovely afterglow\nMost of all, I miss you so \nYour sweet caresses, each rendezvous\nYou voice so soft and low\nMost of all, I miss you so \nYou once filled my heart with\nNo regrets, no fears\nNow you\'ll find my heart\nFilled to the top with tears\nI\'ll always love you and want you, too\nHow much you\'ll never know\nMost of all, I miss you soSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1 +3942,Born_Ruffians___Badonkadonkey,happy, "Badonkadonkey \nI, I got you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nKeep you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nI keep you in my pocket\nFor when I get home\nWhen I get home, when I get home \n \nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money\'s gone?\nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money\'s gone?\nWill you be sticking with me\nWhen the money\'s gone?\nThe money\'s gone, the money\'s gone\n \nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don\'t\nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nWhat I owe you, I don\'t, I don\'t, I don\'t\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nThe loving that you gave to me\nWas wasted too \n \nI\'m picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nI\'m picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nI\'m picking up your presents\nWhen your birthday comes\nYour birthday comes, your birthday comes \n \nI\'m cooking up a dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nI\'m cooking up your dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nI\'m cooking up a dinner now\nFor 6 p.m\nFor 6 p.m, for 6 p.m\n \nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don\'t\nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nWhat I owe you, I don\'t, I don\'t, I don\'t\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nThe loving that you gave to me\nWas wasted too \n \nI\'m taking you to put you\nUnderneath my thumb\nI\'m taking you to put you\nUnderneath my thumb\nI\'m placing you down neatly\nUnderneath my thumb\nBeneath my thumb, beneath my thumb \n \nAnd If you get squished\nI\'ll find another you\nAnd If you get squashed\nI\'ll just find another you\nIt won\'t be hard to find another one like you\nAnother you, another you\n \nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nWhen I see you, I don\'t\nAnd I don\'t give a damn about\nThe I-owe-yous, I don\'t, I don\'t, I don\'t\nThe disappearing kindness\nThat I show for you, I know\nI won\'t be sad\nWhen you and me are through ",0 +8409,Enya___Wild_Child,sad, "Wild Child \nEver close your eyes\nEver stop and listen\nEver feel alive\nAnd you\'ve nothing missing\nYou don\'t need a reason\nLet the day go on and on \n \nLet the rain fall down\nEverywhere around you\nGive into it now\nLet the day surround you\nYou don\'t need a reason\nLet the rain go on and on\n \n \nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child \n \nOnly take the time\nFrom the helter skelter\nEvery day you find\nEverything\'s in kilter\nYou don\'t need a reason\nLet the day go on and on \n \nEvery summer sun\nEvery winter evening\nEvery spring to come\nEvery autumn leaving\nYou don\'t need a reason\nLet it all go on and on \n \n \nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child \n \nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child \n \n \nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nDa-da-da, da-da-da da da-da\nWhat a way, what a way to make it through\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child\nWhat a day, what a day to take to\nA wild child1 ",1 +4640,Cabin_Crew___Star_To_Fall,happy, "Star to Fall Trying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like \nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like\nTrying to catch your heart is like \nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, into my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah \nBaby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah \nCarry your heart into my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, into my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah \nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart \nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nInto my arms, that\'s where you belong\nIn my arms, baby, yeah \nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nWaiting for a star to fall and carry your heart\nIn my arms, baby, yeah\n Baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah ",0 +9129,Firehouse___Love_Of_A_Lifetime,happy, "Love of a Lifetime I guess the time was right for us to say\nWe\'d take our time and live our lives\nTogether day by day\nWe\'ll make a wish and send it on a prayer\nWe know our dreams can all come true\nWith love that we can share \nWith you I never wonder\nWill you be there for me?\nWith you I never wonder\nYou\'re the right one for me\n \nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime \nWith every kiss, our love is like brand new\nAnd every star up in the sky\nWas made for me and you\nStill, we both know that the road is long\nWe know that we will be together\nBecause our love is strong \n \nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime \n \n \nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nA love to last my whole life through\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nForever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\n \nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nLove of a lifetime\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nI finally found the love\nI finally found the love of a lifetime\nOh, forever in my heart\nI finally found the love of a lifetime ",0 +6867,Deniece_Williams___Free,happy, "Free Whispering in his ear\nMy magic potion for love\nTelling him I\'m sincere\nAnd that there\'s nothing too good for us \nAnd I just got to be me, free, free \nWhispering in his ear\nMy magic potion for love\nTelling him I\'m sincere\nAnd that there\'s nothing too good for us\nBut I want to be free, free, free\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, me, me \nTeasing hands on his mind\nGive our night such mystery\nHappiness all the time\nOh and how that man pleases me \nBut I want to be free, free, free\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, me, me \nI just got to be me, me, me \nFeeling you close to me\nMakes all my senses smile\nLet\'s not waste ecstasy\n\'Cause I\'ll only be here for a while \nI\'ve got to be free, free, free, oh\nAnd I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, me, me, oh \nFree, free, free, oh, baby\nAnd I just wanna, I just wanna be me \nFree, free, I just got to be me, me, whoa, free\nThat\'s why we want to be free\nFree 3 ",0 +5331,Chris_Garneau___CastleTime,sad, "Castle-Time Men doing men-thing times\nChewing candy and tobacco lines\nDrinking Harpoon pints\nTossing nickels and dimes \nThey\'re looking for an exit signs\nThey\'re looking for a lucky night\nThey\'re talking in boring rhymes\nDamn they\'re keeping up old times \nMy teacher died, even the frying pan cried\nRain fell slow according to castle-time\nI was only nine\nI was looking for an exit signs\nI was lookin for lucky nines\nAm I talking in boring rhymes?\nFace it we\'re living in war times \nLet\'s cry about it\nLet\'s cry about it, you can\nCry about it \nDon\'t be embarrassed\nI won\'t laugh at you \nThe river flows north and winds\nTraveling south you hit wind-time\nThe passers-by are not kind\nBut the sky is sublime \nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah",1 +4530,Buffalo_Springfield___For_What_Its_Worth,calm, "For What It’s Worth \nThere\'s something happening here\nBut what it is ain\'t exactly clear\nThere\'s a man with a gun over there\nA-telling me I got to beware \n \nI think it\'s time we stop\nChildren, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down\n \nThere\'s battle lines being drawn\nAnd nobody\'s right if everybody\'s wrong\nYoung people speaking their minds\nAre gettin\' so much resistance from behind \n \nIt\'s time we stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down \n \nWhat a field day for the heat Ooh-ooh-ooh\nA thousand people in the street Ooh-ooh-ooh\nSinging songs and a-carryin\' signs Ooh-ooh-ooh\nMostly say, Hooray for our side Ooh-ooh-ooh \n \nIt\'s time we stopped\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down \n \nParanoia strikes deep\nInto your life, it will creep\nIt starts when you\'re always afraid\nStep out of line, the man come and take you away\n \nWe better stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nHey, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nNow, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going\nWe better stop\nChildren, what\'s that sound?\nEverybody look what\'s going down23 ",2 +3230,Björk___Alarm_Call,happy, "Alarm Call \n-lightenment\nOoh Yeah\n-lightenment\nOoh Oh\n-lightenment\nOoh \n \nI have walked this earth\nAnd watched people\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nI can be sincere\nAnd say I like them\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\n \nYou can\'t say no to hope\nCan\'t say no to happiness\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all \n \nI want to go on a mountain top\nWith a radio and good batteries\nAnd play a joyous tune and\nFree the human race\nFrom suffering\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all \n \nI\'m no fucking buddhist\nBut this is enlightenment\nThe less room you give me\nThe more space I\'ve got\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all \n \nYou can\'t say no to hope\nCan\'t say no to happiness\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all \n \nI want to be on a mountain top\nWith a radio and good batteries\nAnd play a joyous tune and\nFree the human race\nFrom suffering\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nThis is an alarm-call\nSo wake up, wake up now\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nToday has never happened\nAnd it doesn\'t frighten me\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all \n \nYou can\'t say no to hope\nYou can\'t say no to happiness \n \nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep\nIt doesn\'t scare me at all\nBeep-Beep-Be-Beep-Beep-Be-Beep-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beep15 ",0 +8447,Erasure___Because_Youre_So_Sweet,sad, "Because You’re So Sweet \nBecause you\'re so sweet\nYou lift up my heart\nAnd I\'ll fall back again\nBut I don\'t know\nQuite which way to turn \n \nThe light in your eyes\nTouches the sky\nAnd I\'m your man again\nAnd you hold me\nAs close as close can be\n \nAnd many\'s the time\nThat you\'ve enchanted me\nNow I want you back\nHere in my loving arms\nFor eternity \n \nYou look and you smile\nWarm me inside\nCause you\'re so good to me\nA beauty\nFilled with the joys of spring \n \nNo love is too pure\nTo give to the world\nIn her naivety\nOr too tender\nTo caress with a simple kiss \n \nAnd many\'s the time\nThat you\'ve enchanted me\nNow I want you back I want you back\nBack in my loving arms\nFor eternity\n \n \nAnd many\'s the time\nThat you\'ve enchanted me\nI want you back I want you back\nBack in my loving arms\nFor eternity ",1 +9013,Fields_Of_The_Nephilim___New_gold_dawn,sad, "New Gold Dawn Everything and everyone\nYou\'re everything, you\'re everyone\nYou\'re everything, you\'re everywhere\nCan\'t take from here\nCan\'t take no more\nYou\'re everything of mine\nYou\'re looking* love away\nYou\'re everything to me\ntomorrow\nI can\'t look away\ntomorrow\nTomorrow\nI\'m loosing sight, Can you look behind?\nIs it burning bright, on the other side?\nTonight\nToday\nToo late\nAnd the memories won\'t fade\nI\'m still there without you\nYou got to learn from your* sight*\nBurn like me and you\nTomorrow\nTonight\nAnd I need time no more\ntomorrow\nWhen you can\'t cry no more\ntomorrow\nAnd our love died before\ntomorrow\nLook behind no more\ntomorrow\nIt\'s just another fine day, recall\nDon\'t follow me down, no more\nAs we rise we form\nA new god dawn\nOn me*\nTonight\nToday\nToo late\nToo late\nAnd I need time no more\nToo late\nWhen you can\'t cry no more\nToo late\nAnd our love died before\ntoo late\nLook behind no more\ntoo late\nTomorrow\nToo late\nTonight\nTonight\nAnd I need time no more",1 +9346,Foo_Fighters___Virginia_Moon,calm, "Virginia Moon \nDearest constellation, heaven surrounding you\nStay there, soft and blue. Virginia Moon, I\'ll wait for you tonight\nSweetest invitation, breaking the day in two\nFeeling like I do, Virginia Moon, I\'ll wait for you tonight \n \nAnd now our shades become shadows in your light\nIn the morning wind we\'re through and tomorrow rescues you\nI will say goodnight\n \nSecret fascination, whisper a quiet tune\nHear me calling you, Virginia Moon, I\'ll wait for you tonight \n \n \nVirginia Moon, I\'ll wait for you tonight \n \n \nI will say goodnight\nI will say goodnight 2 ",2 +9367,For_My_Pain___Bed_of_Dead_Leaves,sad, "Bed Of Dead Leaves Is this love, hate or pain?\nFor me it\'s all the same\nThese are the last words I say\nCause I really don\'t care\nIf you\'ll come with me in there\nWhere the sun never shines\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful dream\nMake love with me\nOn the bed of dead leaves\nThrough the anguish and filth\nTogether we wander\nIn the sea of your tears so come with me\nAnd the torment will be complete\nIf you\'ll come with me in there\nWhere the sun never shines\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful...\nOh, would you share this world with me?\nOh, nothing compares to this beautiful dream",1 +8063,Elliott_Smith___Wouldnt_Mama_Be_Proud,sad, "Wouldn’t Mama Be Proud? \nThe question is wouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nThere\'s a silver lining in the corporate cloud\nAnd the pretty post that you\'re taking as a, as an NCO\nOf the great pretender, I should sure think so \n \nWouldn\'t Mama be proud? \n \n Can I take your order? asked the heavenly host\nTicket to the jet stream blowing coast to coast\nThe long-stem glasses, a movie and a pleasant dream in mid-air\n You gotta tell me quickly \'cause we\'re almost there \n \nWouldn\'t Mama be proud? \n \nPointed out of the window\nAt the sky gone black\n Kid, you\'re on the right track \n \nIf I send you postcards from the side of the road\nPhotographs of moving parts about to implode\nIf I crawl to keep it together\nLike you say you know I can do\nTo transmit the moment from me to you \n \nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud?\nWouldn\'t Mama be proud? 1 ",1 +1077,Amon_Amarth___With_Oden_On_Our_Side,anger, "With Oden on Our Side Finally the storm arrives\nOur wait is at an end\nUnder dark winter skies\nWe make our final stand \nFor each of us there are four of them\nIt matters not to us\nWe won\'t leave this field in shame\nWe are here to crush \nFutile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is already won\nOur hearts are full of pounding rage\nOur minds hard as steel\nAnd before the dying day\nWe will have you kneel \nThe snow turns red from all the blood\nSevered limbs and heads\nA sacrifice to one eyed god\nHe will claim the dead \nUnder winter skies\nWe stand glorious\nAnd with Oden on our side\nWe are victorious \nNo retreat, no remorse\nVictory will be ours\nBlood on steel, sacrifice\nVictory will be ours \nUnder winter skies\nWe stand glorious\nAnd with Oden on our side\nWe are victorious \nFutile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is already won\n Futile to resist\nYou know why we have come\nFutile to resist\nThe battle is won ",3 +2855,Ben_Kweller___Harriets_Got_A_Song,sad, "Harriet’s Got a Song I don\'t stand a chance in this fucked up world\nNew school took romance and messed it up real bad\nBut your brand new eyes shrink me to a size\nMake it hard to see my reality \nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we combine\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nScare myself sometimes. Lead me to the light\nPet and let me know it\'ll be alright\nWatch me dive right into the shallow end\n Won\'t you be my friend? Won\'t you be my neighbor? \nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we combine\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song \nDo do do do... \nGoing off on me. Not only can I see\nMemorized your scent, everywhere you went\nJoin our Wiccan church. Blaze the Satchel Perch\nEverywhere you go - 100% \nYou say I\'m blind\nI think you\'re wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song\nWhen we collide\nNothing goes wrong\nHarriet\'s got a song...got a song ",1 +4836,Carlos_Jean___Give_Me_The_Seventies,happy, "Give Me the Seventies M-AND-Y:\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ \nFerrara:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love, in love\nIn attraction, in attraction\nM-AND-Y:\nLet\'s go!\nBabe I know you wanna shhh with me\nMaybe is the destiny,so just..\nTell me what\'s your fantasy \nTell me whatcha waitin\' for\nDon\'t you know you drive me crazy?\nCome get closer gimme more\nYeah I know that you\'ve been chasin\' \nYou turn me on\nYou turn me on\nIs the way you touch me baby.. \nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ \nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\n Juni:\nListen to the spirit of the ElectricNana\nBringing some beats it is my Ferrara\nSweet guitar sound from the south playing is my friend \nFerrara/ElectricNana:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love\nFire fire fire in love\nFire fire in your hands\nIn attraction, in attraction \nFerrara/M-AND-Y:\nYou should to know\nThat I could run the streets\nLooking for the reason\nThat make you believe in love, Di in love Di\nIn attraction Di, in attraction Di \nM-AND-Y:\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ\nWe just wanna dance\nWanna dance all night\nTill we lose control,till the sun is up\nGotta drop it to the floor\nSo gimme the base,DJ \nElectricNana:\nI don\'t understand the reason\nWhy you\'re so afraid babe\nWhen you touch my hand you turn me on\nI\'m like a flame\nI\'m fire fire fire fire fire in your hands\nX2 \nJuni:\nListen music is the air feel the good vibe\nBig plans coming now to our lives\nCome on come on\nEverybody gonna gonna\nMake it flow\nDJ ",0 +7161,Dido___Do_You_Have_A_Little_Time,sad, "Do You Have a Little Time \nIf you are feeling low and lost today\nYou\'re probably doing too much again\nYou spend all your hours just rushing around\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me? \nSlow down my love, you\'re confusing me\nAnd if you\'re feeling stressed, just try calling\nYou spend your time waiting for anyone to see\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me?\n \nIf you should stop for a while\nYou\'ll find me standing by\nOver here at the side of your life \nI\'d like to hold you still\nRemind you of what you\'ve missed\nIf you have a little time\nIf you have a little time, that is \n \nWhy do you still run when you could walk with me?\nLife will pass you by when you move this quickly\nWhy can you see when you\'re spinning around?\nDo you have a little time?\nDo you have a little time for me? \n \n \nIf you let me listen I\'ll make you feel clear\nYou spend your time waiting for anyone to say \n x2",1 +5472,Cinema_Bizarre___Lovesongs_They_Kill_Me,sad, "Lovesongs They Kill Me The curtain\'s closed\nNo way home\nThe nectar of life run dry\nThese tainted words\nMade to hurt\nCut in me with its\' knife \nEating my mind\nAnd with each bite\nI\'m begging Please Lord, no\nThis place is a mess\nThe one has gone \nLovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now \nTrained to attack\nBull eye shot in black\nI never thought they\'d get me\nThese pictures in my head...\nLying in my bed...\nThese whips make me bleed \nThis place is a mess\nMy one has gone \nLovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now \nI can\'t hear the sceneries\nOf constant tragedies\nOf what I meant to feel no more\nCause I\'m already dead\nAnd I just cannot bear\nTo hear another word no more\n Lovesongs, they kill me\nThey kill me... Now\nLovesongs are killing me\nAre killing me... Right now ",1 +125,AHa___Over_The_Treetops,happy, "Over the Treetops Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill\nWhenever I pass by I’m thinking I will\nFind someone like you, goodbye avenue\nAnd then I’ll be yearning for this too \nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky \nStop calling her restless, she moves in the sun\nGets out of bed past noon, closer to one\nI follow her mind, I follow her blind\nShe leaves and I’m two steps behind\nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky \nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall\nTo fall is to trip\nA trip is a fall \nShe changes how she feels about things, that’s okay\nIt works for me, I think I like it that way\nNothing is true, something is false\nAddress the child as a whole \nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky \nOver the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky\n Over the treetops fly\nBirds in the sky\nOver the treetops high\nHigh in the sky ",0 +1258,Andrew_Bird___SpareOhs,happy, "Spare-ohs \nThe finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney\nWhat remains of the small flightless birds\nThat you failed to protect\nBut their yolk isn\'t easy, in fact it\'s a drag\nAs they\'re blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags\nAll over the suburbs, across the great lawns\nAnd they\'re crop dusting gardens all over this town \n \nBut nobody cares when it gets in their hair\nIt gets in their lungs as it floats through the air\nIt gets in the food that they buy and prepare\nBut nobody cares when it gets in their hair\n \nAcross the great chasms and the schisms\nAnd the sudden aneurysms\nWhere the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eyes\nAnd your teeth are worth more than you can spare\nOh, don\'t tell me that it just isn\'t fair\nDon\'t speak about the cycles of life\nCause your thoughts are so soft\nI could cut 'em with a spork or a bride\'s knife \n \nAnd the wine made our mouths too loose\nSuch a reckless choice of words\nWhen you told me I was too abstruse\nI just thought it was a kind of bird\nI swear, I just stood there not saying a word\nNot saying a word, not saying a wordSee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",0 +7059,Diamanda_Galas___Heaven_Have_Mercy,sad, "Heaven Have Mercy No more smiles no more tears\nNo more prayers no more fears\nNothing left, why go on\nWhen your lover is gone\nShout with one, ring the bells\nThrough the towns and the farms\nWith the shouts and the bells\nBringing him back to my arms\nMust each man go to war ever more ever more\nWhile some loner woman stands empty heart empty hands\nWhen the time came to part\nAnd he kissed me goodbye\nFrom the depths of my heart came a great lonely cry\n Heaven have mercy \n Heaven hae mercy \nOnce again they carved his name upon a cross\nI remember the dance where we first fell in love\nHow we walzed around and around\nWhile the stars danced above\nWe would walk by the shore\nWatch the sheeps sail away\nLovers need nothing more\nJust a new dream each day\nSo we dreamed of a home\nWith a garden so fine\nAnd a son with his eyes\nAnd a nose just like mine\nNow its done why be grave?\nWhy should I live like this?\nShall I wait by the grave for my lost lovers kiss?\nStop the bell, stop the bell!\nI have no tears left to cry\nMust I stay here in hell?\nLord above let me die\n Heaven have mercy \n Heaven have mercy \n Heaven have mercy ",1 +1852,Armin_van_Buuren___In_and_Out_of_Love,sad, "In and Out of Love \nSee the mirror in your eyes\nSee the truth behind the lies\nYour lies are haunting me\nSee the reason in your eyes\nGiving answer to the why\nYour eyes are haunting me \n \nOoh..\nFalling in and out of love\nIn love, in love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\n \nSee the mirror in your eyes\nSee the truth behind the lies\nYour lies are haunting me\nSee the reason in your eyes\nGiving answer to the why\nYour eyes are haunting me \n \nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love, your love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love\nIn love, in love, in love \n \nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nOoh...\nFalling in and out of love\nYour love, your love\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 \nWhy can\'t you see it\nWhy can\'t you feel\nIn and out of love each time\nWhy can\'t you feel it\nWhy can\'t you see it\nIn and out of love\nI keep keep running\nI keep keep falling\nDon\'t let it fade away\nYou keep keep running\nI keep keep falling \n \nOoh...\nAway, away, away\nAway, don\'t let it fade away8 ",1 +7712,Ed_Harcourt___Something_In_My_Eye,calm, "Something in My Eye Spider has eight legs you know\nSpins its web the patterns flow \nThere\'s something in my eye\nBloodshot in disguise\nGod knows I really tried\nMaking the big time\nAiming to climb high \nScattered seeds can\'t fight the cold\nCircus horse just wants to hold\nThere\'s something in my eye\nBloodshot in disguise\nGod knows I\'m really tired\nLet\'s make the big time\nAiming to climb high \nLet\'s make the big time\nAiming to climb high\nAiming to climb high \nSpider has eight legs you know",2 +612,Alabama_3___Lord_Have_Mercy,sad, "Lord Have Mercy Lord have mercy\nMercy\nMercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy \nThere\'s a picture in the paper that she prayed she\'d never see\nNewsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC\nTeardrops on her black dress\nShe\'s reachin\' for the Rosary beads\nRemembers when that boy was ten\nAn\'sang nobody knows the trouble I\'ve seen\nLamella cannot help her\nNobody gonna put her through\nShe struggled with strife to give the boy the life that\nDaddy always tried to lose\nShe pours herself another burbon\nListens to the morning rain\nWith a hopeful hand full of vicodin\nShe washes away the pain, yeah\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he\'s done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy \nThere\'s a letter in the wallet\nThe kind the coroner returns\nFaded manilla envelope\nThe F.B.I. forgot to burn\nTucker stole the cars\nIn all night bars\nAnd the can he stole in Reno\nAn incident gettin\' outta hand\nShootin\' some pimp over heroin\nThere\'s a photograph from a motor back\nAnd a picture of a mobile home\nStill a penny don\'t drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page\nAn\' now she\'s frozen\n\'cause the postmark say in Tuscon\nDate december of seventy-three\nDaddy just been busted\nShe got the baby on her knee, yeah \nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he\'s done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nMercy\n Somebody help me now, yeah \nHelp me now\nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he\'s done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy \nLord have mercy on my wicked son\nForgive him Lord for the wrong he\'s done\nI will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy \nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy\nLord have mercy-ey \nBrother injured\nDeath\'s in his soul\nNo one is guilty or innocent in jail\nExcept for the grieving son\nAnd the grieving wife\nTold in the name of justice there goes this life\nWhere the bullet of the gun is set in it\'s deadly course\nFire with anger without no remorse\nI think of nothing except one thing\nBecause injustice of my mothers pain\nFor the cities flared\nAnd the sirens blared\nAnd all these was ignored so\nDeath grows more\nAnd want you to fall in the flames\nNothing is ever the same\nDoesn\'t matter your age\nStand against that rage\nFor the sist that lie\nAnother will die\nAnd the people that protest\nAgainst death and the rest ",1 +5139,Charlotte_Church___Show_A_Little_Faith,happy, "Show A Little Faith Well I don\'t really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n\'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nNow it\'s temporary breakdown\nWhen there\'s nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n\'Cause everything\'s gonna ok \nWell it should come as no surprise\nWhen you\'re dealing with the truth\nIt should be a state of mind\nOr another point of view\nSo if your confidence is shaken\nI can promise it won\'t break\nShow a little faith now\n\'Cause everything\'s gonna ok\nWhen nothing\'s making sense\nAnd the questions never end\nYou gotta let it go\nEvery now and then\nI can\'t pretend\nBut in the end I say that I don\'t know\nAnd do you believe in miracles?\nI hear they happen every day\nAnd if you believe then\nWe can walk on water \nWell I don\'t really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n\'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nIt\'s temporary breakdown\nWhen there\'s nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n\'Cause everything\'s gonna ok \nWhere you go\nWhat you find\nWill remain or pass us by\nSome will climb\nSome will fall\nSome will rise above it all\n Promises you make or break\nGone tomorrow, here today\nLet it pass\nLet it wait\nTurn around and walk away \nWhen nothing\'s making sense\nAnd the questions never end\nYou gotta let it go\nEvery now and then\nI can\'t pretend\nBut in the end I say that I don\'t know\nAnd do you believe in miracles?\nI hear they happen every day\nAnd if you believe then\nWe can walk on water \nWell I don\'t really mind\nWhere you wanna go\n\'Cause everybody sometimes\nFeels the need to be alone\nNow it\'s temporary breakdown\nWhen there\'s nothing left to say\nShow a little faith now\n\'Cause everything\'s gonna ok ",0 +737,Alice_In_Chains___Right_Turn,sad, "Right Turn \nInside, always trying to get back inside\nBut it\'s so hard to penetrate pig-thick skin \n \nI\'m 'bout as low as I can get\nI\'d leave but I can\'t forget\nStill, I wonder why, it ain\'t right\nMmm, it ain\'t right, ooh, ain\'t right\nMmm, it ain\'t right, yeah\n \n\'Bout as low as she can get\nShe\'ll leave me but she won\'t forget\nAnd she wonders why she ain\'t right\nShe ain\'t right, ain\'t right\nShe ain\'t right \n \nNow we\'re as low as we can get\nCan\'t leave and can\'t forget\nWe ain\'t right, we ain\'t right, not right\nWe ain\'t right \n \nWell, it\'s hard to believe that somebody tricked you It ain\'t right\nWhen you can see you were only high It ain\'t right\nIt\'s all up to you, so you gamble It ain\'t right\nFlat on your face and into the fire It ain\'t right\nWell, it\'s hard to believe that somebody tricked you It ain\'t right\nWhen you can see you were only high It ain\'t right\nIt\'s all up to you, so you gamble It ain\'t right\nFlat on your face and into the fire It ain\'t right 5 ",1 +8082,Elliott_Smith___First_Timer,sad, "First Timer I\'m a first timer, wishing I was someone else\nWhen I see you by yourself\nIn a corridor where you find yourself now blocked\nBy a door you locked\nYou won\'t do what the doctor ordered\nYou won\'t see someone else\nCome on back to me, my bright tomorrow\nYou say you feel hollow and you know it\'s cause you are\nWell at least so far\nI think of you with hesitation\nI think of you too hard\nCome on back to me\nBut don\'t make me sorry \nI\'m a first timer, wishing I\'d been someone else\nSeeing you by yourself\nSeeing you by yourself",1 +3217,Bitty_McLean___Dedicated_to_The_One_I_Love,happy, "Dedicated to the One I Love While I\'m far away from you my baby\nI know it\'s hard for you my baby\nBecause it\'s hard for me my baby\nAnd the darkest hour is just before dawn \nEach night before you go to bed my baby\nWhisper a little prayer for me my baby\nAnd tell all the stars above\nThis is dedicated to the one I love \nLove can never be exactly like we want it to be\nI could be satisfied knowing you love me\nand there\'s one thing I want you to do\nEspecially for me\nAnd it\'s something that everybody needs",0 +4271,Bright_Eyes___Four_Winds,sad, "Four Winds Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe\nThere\'s people always dying, trying to keep \'em alive\nThere\'s bodies decomposing in containers tonight\nIn an abandoned building where \nA squatter\'s made a mural of a Mexican girl\nWith fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl\nShe\'s standing in the ashes at the end of the world\nFour winds blowing through her hair \nBut when great Satan\'s gone\nThe whore of Babylon\nShe just can\'t sustain\nThe pressure where it\'s placed\nShe caves \nThe Bible\'s blind, the Torah\'s deaf, the Qu\'ran is mute\nIf you burned them all together, you\'d get close to the truth still\nThey\'re poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons\nWhile shadows lengthen in the sun\nCast on a school of meditation built to soften the times\nAnd hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds\nIt\'s knocking over fences, crossing property lines\nFour winds, cry until it comes \nAnd it\'s the sum of man\nSlouching towards Bethlehem\nA heart just can\'t contain\nAll of that empty space \nIt breaks\nIt breaks\nIt breaks! \nWell, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet\nLike a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps\nAll the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead\nThey said, You\'d better look alive \n And now it\'s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps\nIn the black hills, the badlands, the calloused east\nI buried my ballast, I made my peace\nHeard four winds leveling the pines \nBut when great Satan\'s gone\nThe whore of Babylon\nShe just can\'t remain\nWith all that outer space \nShe breaks\nShe breaks\nShe caves\nShe caves1 ",1 +2283,Azure_Ray___November,calm, "November \nSo I\'m waiting for this test to end\nSo these lighter days can soon begin\nI\'ll be alone but maybe more carefree\nLike a kite that floats so effortlessly \n \nI was afraid to be alone\nBut now I\'m scared that\'s how I like to be\nAll these faces run the same\nHow can there be so many personalities?\n \nSo many lifeless, empty hands\nSo many hearts in great demand\nAnd now my sorrow seems so far away\nUntil I\'m taken by these bolts of pain \n \nBut I turn them off, and tuck them away\nUntil those rainy days that make them stay\nAnd then I\'ll cry so hard to these sad songs\nAnd the words still ring, once here, now gone \n \nAnd they echo through my head everyday\nAnd I don\'t think they\'ll ever go away\nJust like thinking of your childhood home\nBut we can\'t go back, we\'re on our own, oh \n \nBut I\'m about to give this one more shot\nAnd find it in myself, I\'ll find it in myself \n \nSo we\'re speeding towards that time of year\nTo the day that marks that you\'re not here\nAnd I think I\'ll want to be alone\nSo please understand that I don\'t answer the phone\n \nI\'ll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls\nUntil I can see nothing at all\nOnly particles, some fast, some slow\nAll my eyes can see is all I know \n \nBut I\'m about to give this one more shot\nAnd find it in myself, I\'ll find it in myself1 ",2 +8901,Fatboy_Slim___Weapon_Of_Choice,happy, "Weapon of Choice [Intro: Samples from Word Play by The X-Ecutioners]\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\n–voke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\n–voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha\n–voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha, –voke and getcha\n \n \nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice \n \nListen to the sound of my voice\nYou can check it on out, it\'s the weapon of choice, yeah\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nIt\'s the new weapon, the weapon of choice, yeah \n \nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with\nSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 \nWalk without rhythm\nIt won\'t attract the worm\nWalk without rhythm\nAnd it won\'t attract the worm\nWalk without rhythm\nAnd it won\'t attract the worm\nIf you walk without rhythm\nAh, you never learn, yeah \n \nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice\nDon\'t be shocked by the tone of my voice\nCheck out my new weapon, weapon of choice \n \nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke\nBe careful, we don\'t know them Don\'t provoke and getcha team smoke \n \nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with\n \nOrganically grown, through the hemisphere I roam\nTo make love to the angels of light\nYeah, and my girl\nI guess you just don\'t understand\nIt\'s gone beyond being a man\nAs I drift off into the night, I\'m in flight\nShe\'s a boy scout, no doubt\nBut I\'m gonna hold my cool, \'cause the music rules\nYeah, so move on, baby, check out\nHalfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah\nHalfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah \n \nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nOr you can blow with us\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with this\nOr you can blow with that\nYou can blow with \n \nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nDon\'t provoke and getcha team smoke Word\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down\nBreak it down, down, down3 ",0 +3761,Bob_Dylan___Man_Of_Constant_Sorrow,calm, "Man of Constant Sorrow \nI am a man of constant sorrow\nI\'ve seen trouble all my days\nI\'ll say goodbye to Colorado\nWhere I was born and partly raised \n \nYour mother says that I\'m a stranger\nMy face you\'ll never see no more\nBut there\'s one promise darling\nI\'ll see you on God\'s golden shore\n \nThrough this open world I\'m a-bound to ramble\nThrough ice and snow, sleet and rain\nI\'m a-bound to ride that morning railroad\nPerhaps I\'ll die on that train \n \nI\'m a-going back to Colorado\nThe place that I\'ve started from\nIf I\'d know-ed how bad you\'d treat me\nHoney, I never would have come 2 ",2 +8173,Elysian_Fields___Passing_On_The_Stairs,sad, "Passing On The Stairs In the hall lights flicker hum\nWith her buckles still undone\nShe hides beneath her blue trench coat\nGaze so soft, yet so remote\nIn that dusty uniform\nThe outline of her lovely form\nAnd more than once I\'ve brushed her hand\nPassing on the stairs \nIn the hall lights flicker hum\nHis dark lashes always hung\nWith a look so weary and so wise\nWhen he passes he gently sighs\nIn his work-worn boots he leans\nAnd I wonder what it means\nWhatever does it mean\nPassing on the stairs\nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight \nWho is she with that misty look\nEvery night a different book\nWith the scent of violets in her hair\nWho\'s this angel on my stairs\nA distant time comes back to me\nThe wild reeds, the salty sea\nMy father calling 'don\'t go far\'\nI gathered sea glass in a jar\nAnd built a castle with a mote\nAs the wind blew sand into my hair\nIn the rustling of your over coat\nPassing on the stairs \nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight \nAnd I wonder if she thinks of me\nIs it just a boyish fantasy\nSpeak dear lady won\'t you speak\nCan\'t you tell you make me meek\nSo in silence once more we pass\nAnother night I walk on glass\nAnd I dream that she thinks of me\nIn a passing on the stairs\n And I wonder if he thinks of me\nIf this could be our destiny\nOh haven\'t you a word for me\nIf only you\'d misplace your key\nSo in silence once more we pass\nAnother night I walk on glass\nAnd how I dream he thinks of me\nAnd our passing on the stairs \nUp the stairs every night\nUp the stairs seven flights\nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\nUp the stairs every night\nUp he comes seven flights \nAnd down she goes into the night\nDown my stairs and out of sight\nDown my stairs and out of sight ",1 +9161,Fishbone___Party_At_Ground_Zero,happy, "Party At Ground Zero \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \n \nPlease do not fear 'cause Fishbone is here to say say what?\nJust have a good time the stop sign is far away\nThe toilet has flushed and green lights are a ghost\nAnd drop drills will be extinct\nSpeedracer cloud has come\nThey not know what they\'ve done\nSin has just won\nThe planet is a crumb\n \nJohnny, go get your gun\nFor the commies are in our hemisphere today\nIvan, go fly your MIG\nFor the Yankee imperialists have come to play \nJohnny goes to Sally\'s house to kiss her goodbye\nBut Daddy says to spend the night\nThey make love 'till the early morning light\nFor tomorrow Johnny goes to fight \nJohnny, Ivan, Ian\nEverybody come along\nFor our nations need new heroes\nTime to sing a new war song \n \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \n \nPlease do not fear 'cause Fishbone is here to say say what?\nJust have a good time the stop sign is far away\nThe toilet has flushed and green lights are a ghost\nAnd drop drills will be extinct\nSpeedracer cloud has come\nThey not know what they\'ve done\nSin has just won\nThe planet is a crumb\n \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \nWhackadoo, whackadoo, whack whack! \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \nThis is not a chawade! \nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew \nThis is not a chawade!\nParty at ground zero\nA B-movie starring you\nAnd the world will turn to flowing pink vapor stew ",0 +8761,FC_Kahuna___Machine_Says_Yes,happy, "Machine Says Yes Think I\'m here for all the wrong reasons\nCan\'t do it wrong, when you don\'t do a thing\nOnce in love, it\'s more like a habit\nGuess that\'s what I need to feel like me \nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nThere\'s nothing else to do \nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nThere\'s nothing else to do\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nThere\'s nothing else to do \nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nThere\'s nothing else to do \nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nI\'m gonna stay with you\nLet\'s not try to talk this through",0 +3820,Bobby_Sherman___Little_Woman,happy, "Little Woman Hey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou\'ve got to come into my world and leave your world behind\nCome on now\nNa, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind \nWhen your with me I feel sunshine Even when I\'m standing in the rain\nSomething happens that I can\'t explain When I hear your name\nBut you can\'t help it that\nYou\'re always chasing rainbows in your mind\nThere\'s so much I wanna say to you\nAnd there\'s so little time\nHey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou\'ve got to come into my world\nAnd leave your world behind\nNa, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind \nWhat do you see, when your walking down a busy street and I\'m not there\nIs my picture hanging in your mind\nWalking with you there\nThat\'s how it is in my world girl\nYou\'re with me all the time\nWhy don\'t you come into my world and leave your world behind \nHey Little Woman please make up your mind\nYou\'ve got to come into my world and leave your world behind\nAll right now.... Na, na, na, na...\nYou got to come down from that cloud girl and Leave your world behind",0 +5904,Cowboy_Junkies___Walking_After_Midnight,calm, "Walking After Midnight I was walking after midnight\nYeah, out in the moonlight\nThe way we used to do\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you \nI stop to see a weeping willow\nCrying on his pillow\nMaybe he\'s a-crying for me\nAnd as the skys turn gloomy\nThe night winds whisper to me\nI\'m lonesome as I can be\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI walk for miles along the highway\nWell that\'s just my way\nOf saying I love you \nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for you\nI walk for miles along the highway\nSearching for you \nI\'m always walking after midnight\nYeah, out in the moonlight\nHoping you may be\nSomewhere a-walking after midnight\nSearching for me\nI\'m always walking after midnight\nSearching for youSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 ",2 +294,Ace_Enders__A_Million_Different_People___Reaction,happy, "Reaction So if I asked you to stay\nYou\'d remind me that your mind\'s made up\nAnd you\'ve had enough of us, of us\nAnd I\'d say \nSo if I ask you to stay\nYou\'ll remind me that your mind\'s made up\nAnd you had enough of us, of us\nAnd I\'d say\nOh I\'d say, wait\nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I\'m not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction \nSo if I say it\'s OK, and I walk out\nWould you let me go, would you follow me to the door\nOr just sit hoping for more? \nI know you wonder if it\'s worth the wait\nOr the time that it takes\nEvery breath that you lost\nEvery night spent awake\nEvery moment gets closer\nThe door\'s gonna close on you\nSo I say wait \nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I\'m not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction \nI hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I\'m not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction\n I hold my breath and wait for your reaction\nStand my ground 'cause I\'m not ready to back down\nI know but where could I go\nWait for your reaction, wait for your reaction ",0 +9317,Foo_Fighters___Stranger_Things_Have_Happened,sad, "Stranger Things Have Happened \nGoddamn this dusty room\nThis hazy afternoon\nI\'m breathing in this silence like never before\nThis feeling that I get\nThis one last cigarette\nAs I lay awake and wait for you to come through that door\nOh, maybe, maybe, maybe I can share it with you\nI behave, I behave, I behave so I can share it with you \n \nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nI\'m not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nSo stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh\n \nAnd I dream about somewhere\nA smoke will fill the air\nAs I lay awake and wait for you to walk out that door\nI can change, I can change, I can change\nBut who you want me to be?\nI\'m the same, I\'m the same, I\'m the same\nOh do you want me to be? \n \nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh \n \n \nI\'m not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nYou are not alone, dear loneliness\nYou forgot, but I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nI\'m not alone, dear loneliness\nI forgot that I remember this\nOh, stranger, stranger, stranger things have happened I know\nOh-oh, oh-oh 13 ",1 +2790,Ben_Folds___Trusted,happy, "Trusted \nIt\'s funny I know\nBut I\'m disappointed in you\nI thought you could read my mind\nBut I came home early\nAnd saw that a drawer\'d been opened\nLooks like you\'ve been reading my diary instead \n \nHow does it feel to realize\nYou\'re all alone behind your eyes?\nIt seems to me if you can\'t trust\nYou can\'t be trusted\n \nCaught in a dream\nPicking up astral signals\nSome of them psychic, you better watch what you think\nHappens to be that\nEverybody else\'s dreams are Freudian clues\nYou better watch what you dream \n \nYou wanna see the other side\nWhat\'s going on behind the eyes\nStill it seems if you can\'t trust\nYou can\'t be trusted \nDidn\'t you know, we\'re as close as we can be? \n \nThe sun\'s coming up\nShe\'s pulled all the blankets over\nCurled in a ball\nLike she\'s hiding from me and\nThat\'s when I know\nShe\'s gonna be pissed when she wakes up\nFor terrible things I did to her in her dreams \n \nYou wanna see the other side\nWhat\'s going on behind the eyes\nStill it seems if you can\'t trust\nYou can\'t be trusted\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 Didn\'t you know, we\'re as close as we can be? \nHello ",0 +5578,Close_Lobsters___Mother_Of_God,happy, "Mother of God Never \nRepeat those words! \nNever \nRepeat those words! \nI am the lonely man of lonely men \nI am the young man\nNow to embrace the plague of everyday \nNow to embrace the plague of everyday \nIt was never really like that \nIt was never really like that \nIt was never really like that \nNever really like that \nRight now, what I know is sin \nRight now, all what I know is sin \nAnd who spoke to me in blue flashes of lightning \nDynamic \nNever \nRepeat those words! \nMother of God! ",0 +8608,Evan_Rachel_Wood___Hold_Me_Tight,happy, "Hold Me Tight \nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nTell me I\'m the only one\nAnd then I might\nNever be the lonely one so\nHold me tight tonight, tonight\nIt\'s you, you, you, you \n \nHold me tight\nLet me go on loving you\nTonight, tonight\nMaking love to only you so\n \nHold me tight tonight, tonight, tonight\nIt\'s you \n \nYou, you, you \n \nYou don\'t know\nWhat it means to hold you tight \n \nBeing here alone tonight with you \n \nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nTell me I\'m the only one\nAnd then I might\nNever be the lonely one so\nHold me tight tonight, tonight \n \nIt\'s you, you, you, you \n \nYou don\'t know\nWhat it means to hold you tight\nBeing here alone tonight with you\nIt feels so right now\nHold me tight\nLet me go on loving you\nTonight, tonight\n \nMaking love to only you, so \n \nHold me tight tonight, tonight\nIt\'s you, you, you, you ",0 +6245,DMX___School_Street,anger, "School Street \nGrrrrrrr.. uh, uh, uh, YEAH!\nUHH! Fourth motherfuckin time baby WHAT?\nOut the gate! uh-huh\nYou motherfuckers can\'t be serious you can\'t be serious\nYou thought I\'d let you have this shit WHAT?\nYOU THOUGHT THIS RAP SHIT WAS YOURS? UH-UH! Uh-uh!\nYou motherfuckers done lost your mind Uh-huh\nFor real - get the fuck outta here with that bullshit\nI\'m about to let y\'all niggas know, how it\'s goin dizzy baby\nUhh, uhh, UHH, UHH, UH!\n \nSchool Street, School Street, home of the brave\nSuckers actin\' like they want it, ends up in the grave C\'mon!\nI\'m DMX but my, name ain\'t Dave uh\nStep to my title and I\'ll crash yo\' wave\nBuilding #80 Uh-huh used to L-I-V-E Uh-huh\nCome through on the, late night tip and you could see me Uhh!\nCoolin with D-Nice and Box, my man WHAT?!\nM.R., my number one fan WHAT?!\nSmall Paul, Mike Lou, native New Yorkers\nChase a.k.a. Kenny, and Chuckie Walters UH!\nBlack Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren Woo!\nBlack Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron Woo!\nRob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink UH!\nJames Weldon with the, cuban link c\'mon!\nLittle Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie uh-huh\nRemember Dre, the one that used to fuck wit Holly yeah!\nAbby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn\nBill Smith, Nick Bird, Scoop and Shawan UH!\nCan\'t forget Long, Paris, Tone and Donny WHAT?!\nAdman to Steve, Fat Reggie, and Ronnie\nBlack Lonnie, D-Mack, and Michael\n{*BLAM*} Ha ha! A.K.A. Psycho WHAT?!\nMe and Nick Styles used to get piles of cash c\'mon!\nMy man Reg kept a jammy in the stash c\'mon!\nAiyyo Flocko, Doug and Jerome uh-huh!\nIt won\'t be long before Ice comes home\nNate Karasha, Bin, Buck\nG\'s, Bashir, don\'t give a fuck! WHAT?!\nLittle Joe, kickin like Chuck Norris WHAT?!\nMost of all I can\'t forget my man Forrest WHAT?!\nFourteen K Alfie, Bubbles Bo UH!\nRalph ?, Smooth and Derenzo WHAT?!\nThe old school with Money Mark and Red Mack yeah!\nKool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack uh-huh!\nDavid Earl, Jeff Kato, and Dylan\nPeace to Mike Coleman WHAT?! heard the brother\'s chillin woo!\nLittle niggas, like Big Joe and Nutty\nEighty-eight Dave Dan, the Peanut gettin money\nTweety Bird, Big Monty and Docky UH!\nHis brother Chico Red Mask Brother Hockey UH!\nGots to give a shoutout, to the deceased aight?\nLittle Monty and Paso, rest in peace\nYo I remember all that, cause I was there\nSchool Street got shit sewn up all the way to the square WHAT?!\nNo one would dare even, stop to stare UH!\nCause they know we don\'t care and we don\'t play fair UH-HUH!\nYeah, School Street is schoolin WHAT?!\nFuck what you heard, nigga, School Street duelin WHAT?!\nWho you think you foolin you\'ll end up in yo\' grave c\'mon!\nFuckin with School Street, home of the brave woo!\nMotherfucker, now you know...\nWhere I\'m from... where it\'s at....\nWHAT?! Motherfucker get the gat!\n{*rapid gun blasts*}\nBitch-ass nigga. Home of the brave! {*BLAM*} 20 ",3 +8534,Espers___Widows_Weed,sad, "Widow’s Weed Seed, widow, seed\n\'Neath bended reed\nBurning as one\nBeneath the sun \nFlee, widow, seed\nNot one would see\nFluidity\nBinds you to me",1 +580,AkronFamily___Love__Love__Love_Everyone,happy, "Love, Love, Love Everyone Every precious human being\'s been a precious parent to you\nEvery precious human being\'s been a precious parent to you \nWhat can be done\nWhat can we do\nWhat can be done\nWhat can we do \nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone\nGo out and love, love, love everyone",0 +4434,Bruce_Springsteen___The_Promised_Land,anger, "The Promised Land \nOn a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert\nI pick up my money and head back into town\nDriving 'cross the Waynesboro county line\nI got the radio on and I\'m just killing time\nWorking all day in my daddy\'s garage\nDriving all night chasing some mirage\nPretty soon little girl I\'m gonna take charge \n \nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could take one moment into my hands\nMister I ain\'t a boy, no I\'m a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land\n \nI\'ve done my best to live the right way\nI get up every morning and go to work each day\nBut your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold\nSometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode\nExplode and tear this whole town apart\nTake a knife and cut this pain from my heart\nFind somebody itching for something to start \n \nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could reach one moment into my hands\nMister I ain\'t a boy, no I\'m a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land \n[Guitar, Saxophone, and Harmonica Solos] \n \nWell there\'s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor\nI packed my bags and I\'m heading straight into the storm\nGonna be a twister to blow everything down\nThat ain\'t got the faith to stand its ground\nBlow away the dreams that tear you apart\nBlow away the dreams that break your heart\nBlow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 \nThe dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand\nIf I could take one moment into my hands\nMister I ain\'t a boy, no I\'m a man\nAnd I believe in a promised land4 ",3 +2439,Band_Of_Horses___Infinite_Arms,sad, "Infinite Arms \nI had a dream, I had a dream\nThat I was your neighbor, about to give birth and then\nEverything was really hurtin\'\nAnd I was so lonely I didn\'t see it\'s like\nLiving in a movie, twistin\' the plot\nMy friends and family, little things I got, I got\nWhen my thoughts drift to you \n \nI love the morning, I like to listen\nTo 4 AM birdies begging to feed, now there\'s\nSomething here before me, a figure I think\nIsn\'t there a warning or something to drink? My god, my god\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\n \n \nThese mended bones, the storms approach\nEver so slowly out on the sea, there\'s a\nAnimal below me, lack of control\nOthers came before me, others to come, to come\nWhen my thoughts drift to you\nWhen my thoughts drift to you 1 ",1 +784,Alicia_Keys___I_Need_You,happy, "I Need You \nGet a little snare\nHey, uh, come on\nYeah, break it, break it down\nNo, no, no, no, no\nNo, no, no\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nNo, no, no, no, no\nI\'m tellin\' you\nNo, no, no, no\n \nThe sand loves when the waves come\nThe sky can\'t wait for the light of the sun \n \nSo how could you\nLook me in my eye and not see what\nWhat I feel inside\nTell me, how could you\nDoubt the fact that I\nI love you?\nI love you \n \nDon\'t you ever think like that\nDon\'t you ever, never do that\nThere will never be two things\nThat go together better than you and me \n \nNorth needs South\nEast needs West\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\nUp needs down\nLife needs death\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\n \nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nYou\nNo, no\nI need you, hey \n \nSo how could you\nLook me in my eye and not see what\nWhat I feel inside\nTell me, how could you\nDoubt the fact that I\nI love you?\nI love you \n \nDon\'t you ever think like that\nDon\'t you ever, never do that\nThere will never be two things\nThat go together better than you and me\n \nNorth needs South\nEast needs West\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes\nUp needs down\nLife needs death\nAnd no needs yes, yes, yes \n \nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nYou\nNo, no\nI need you, hey\nHey, hey, hey\nI need you\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nSaid I need you, baby\nHey, hey, hey\nLike the desert needs the rain\nLike joy needs pain\nHey, hey, hey1 ",0 +238,Abba___So_Long,happy, "So Long \nYou think you\'re gonna make me softer with your fancy car\nAh-ha-ha\nBut I can tell you all your tricks ain\'t gonna get you far\nAh-ha-ha\nThey say that money\'s got a magic touch\nBut not to me, it doesn\'t mean that much\nYou won\'t have me tonight\nAlright, alright, alright, alright \n \nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can\'t buy me with your money\nTracey, Daisy, they may be crazy\nBut I\'ll never be your girl\nSo long, see you honey\nYou can\'t buy me with your money\nYou know it\'s not worth trying\nSo long, so long, so long\n \nYou didn\'t have to send me flowers like you did today\nAh-ha-ha\nI wouldn\'t keep a thing from you, I gave them all away\nAh-ha-ha\nThe girls might fall for everything you\'ve got\nBut I\'m not one of them, you know I\'m not\nYou won\'t have me tonight\nAlright, alright, alright, alright \n \nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can\'t buy me with your money\nTracey, Daisy, they may be crazy\nBut I\'ll never be your girl\nSo long, see you honey\nYou can\'t buy me with your money\nYou know it\'s not worth trying\nSo long, so long, so long \n \n \nSo long, see you, honey\nYou can\'t buy me with your money\nYou know it\'s not worth crying\nSo long, so long, so long\nSo long, so long, so long\nSo long, so long, so long",0 +4672,Cake___Opera_Singer,happy, "Opera Singer I am an opera singer\nI stand on painted tape\nIt tells me where I\'m going\nAnd where to throw my cape \nI call my co-stars brother \nI call my co-stars knave \nI play both good and evil parts\nI sing to Verdi\'s grave \nAnd every single morning\nBy 10 AM I\'m dressed\nMy rehearsals last for hours and hours\nWith diligence I have been blessed\nSome people, they call me monster\nSome people, they call me saint\nMy talent feeds my darker side\nYet no one will complain \nI am an opera singer\nI sing in foreign lands\nI\'ve sung for kings in Europe\nAnd emperors in Japan \nAnd after each performance\nPeople stand around and wait\nJust to tell me that they love my voice\nJust to tell me that I\'m great \nI am an opera singer\nI will sing when you\'re all dead\nI sing the mountains crumbling apart\nI sing what can\'t be said \nI am an opera singer\nI sing in foreign lands\nMost people seem to know my name\nOr at least know who I am ",0 +7141,Dido___Thank_You,sad, "TranslationsTürkçeThank You \nMy tea\'s gone cold, I\'m wondering why\nI got out of bed at all\nThe morning rain clouds up my window\nAnd I can\'t see at all\nAnd even if I could, it\'d all be grey\nBut your picture on my wall\nIt reminds me that it\'s not so bad\nIt\'s not so bad \n \nI drank too much last night, got bills to pay\nMy head just feels in pain\nI missed the bus and there\'ll be hell today\nI\'m late for work again\nAnd even if I\'m there, they\'ll all imply\nThat I might not last the day\nAnd then you call me\nAnd it\'s not so bad, it\'s not so bad\n \nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life \n \nPush the door, I\'m home at last\nAnd I\'m soaking through and through\nThen you handed me a towel\nAnd all I see is you\nAnd even if my house falls down now\nI wouldn\'t have a clue\nBecause you\'re near me \n \nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life\nAnd I want to thank you\nFor giving me the best day of my life\nOh, just to be with you\nIs having the best day of my life 35 ",1 +7707,Ed_Harcourt___Wind_Through_The_Trees,sad, "Wind Through the Trees Oh my deserted one\nYou must put down your father\'s gun\nWhen the sundial reaches midday\nShut your eyes and then look away \nSomething\'s wrong, they\'re all gone\nI will walk through the long, long grass and say your name \nShot through the chest and head\nShe killed everyone stone dead\nAnd the wind blew once more through the trees\nNow she\'s coming straight back to me\nLittle things, the insect\'s sting\nI will walk through the long, long grass and say you\'re \nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nRunning from the dark Look what you have done\nBut you can\'t run from me\n\'Cause I\'m the wind through the trees\nNo you can\'t hide from me \nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nRunning from the dark\nLook what you have done\nBut you can\'t run from me\n\'Cause I\'m the wind through the trees\nNo you can\'t hide from me\n\'Cause I\'m the wind through the trees",1 +9573,Frida_Hyvönen___You_Never_Got_Me_Right,anger, "You Never Got Me Right Like when you told me that my love was just aesthetic\nAnd I fell into the beauty of another\nAnd it was in the summer\nConfusion was a-bloom in every little corner\nOh don\'t you understand\nDon\'t you understand\nDon\'t you understand\nDon\'t you understand? \nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets\nHow lonely it gets?\nAnd then you said to me that I was cold and stern\nAnd said it like you meant I wasn\'t a woman\nAnd then you intellectualized my emotion\nAnd called me baby baby baby baby in a wrong way\nOh such a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste lack of taste\nSuch a lack of taste lack of taste! \nI never wanna see your pretty face again\nI don\'t think I\'ll be your lifelong friend\nI don\'t wanna carry any of your pain\nI\'m never gonna talk to you and\nI\'ll never explain 'cause\nYou never get me right\nNever get me right\nNever get me right\nEven if you\'d try\nYou\'d never understand\nYou never get me right\nYou never listen tight\nYou never get me right\nOh",3 +3155,Billy_Joel___An_Innocent_Man,happy, "An Innocent Man \nSome people stay far away from the door\nIf there\'s a chance of it opening up\nThey hear a voice in the hall outside\nAnd hope that it just passes by\nSome people live with the fear of a touch\nAnd the anger of having been a fool\nThey will not listen to anyone\nSo nobody tells them a lie \n \nI know you\'re only protecting yourself\nI know you\'re thinking of somebody else\nSomeone who hurt you\n \nBut I\'m not above making up for the love\nYou\'ve been denying you could ever feel\nI\'m not above doing anything\nTo restore your faith if I can\nSome people see through the eyes of the old\nBefore they ever get a look at the young\nI\'m only willing to hear you cry\nBecause I am an innocent man \n \nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am \n \nSome people say they will never believe\nAnother promise they hear in the dark\nBecause they only remember too well\nThey heard somebody tell them before\nSome people sleep all alone every night\nInstead of taking a lover to bed\nSome people find that it\'s easier to hate\nThen to wait anymore \n \nI know you don\'t wanna hear what I say\nI know you\'re gonna keep turning away\nBut I\'ve been there\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 \nAnd if I can survive I can keep you alive\nI\'m not above going through it again\nI\'m not above being cool for a while\nIf you\'re cruel to me, I\'ll understand\nSome people run from a possible fight\nSome people figure they can never win\nAnd although this is a fight I can lose\nThe accused is an innocent man \n \nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am\nAn innocent man \n \nYou know you only hurt yourself out of spite\nI guess you\'d rather be a martyr tonight\nThat\'s your decision \n \nBut I\'m not below anybody I know\nIf there\'s a chance of resurrecting a love\nI\'m not above going back to the start\nTo find out where the heartache began\nSome people hope for a miracle cure\nSome people just accept the world as it is\nBut I\'m not willing to lay down and die\nBecause I am an innocent man\n \nI am an innocent man\nOh, yes I am\nAn innocent man \n \nOh ho ho ho3 ",0 +1917,Ashbury_Heights___Eternity_at_an_End,sad, "Eternity At An End Overnight our world went flat\nCan\'t do this and can\'t do that\nLong live mediocrity\nGreater than the deep blue sea \nEternity is at an end\nWe have no more Gods to send\nNo one longer hears our prayers\nWe are left to our despair \nEternity is at an end\nThere are no more rules to bend\nWe have played our final card\nKilled the play in which we starred\nFreedom has been torn to shreds\nThree Cheers For The Newlydeads\nHonor doesn\'t mean a thing\nEmpty words of pleasant ring",1 +4548,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___Hand_Of_Blood,anger, "Hand of Blood \nOh! \n \nThere goes my valentine again\nSoaked in red for what she said\nAnd now she\'s gone!\nOh my god have I done it again?!\nThere\'s a pulse and it\'s deafening!\nI can\'t help what I hear in my head!\nIt\'s the switch that I flick When it says\n \nHand of blood!\nI don\'t want to feel, my heart is breaking\nHand of blood!\nI don\'t want to see, my life is burning! \n \nI saw you look away\nIs what you\'ve seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I\'ve done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing? \n \nThere\'s a stain on my hand and it\'s red!\nOh my god, am I losing it?\nI can\'t help what I\'ve done or I\'ve said\nIt\'s the button I push When it says \n \nHand of blood!\nI don\'t want to feel, my heart is breaking\nHand of blood!\nI don\'t want to see, my life is burning!\n \nI saw you look away\nIs what you\'ve seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I\'ve done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing? \n \nNo! \n \nI saw you look away\nIs what you\'ve seen too much to take\nOr are you blind and seeing nothing?\nI saw you run! I saw you run away\nIs what I\'ve done too much to take\nOr are you scared of being nothing?8 ",3 +2982,Beyond_Twilight___Perfect_Dark,sad, "Perfect Dark \n[Words: Finn Zierler & Jorn Lande] \nI see beauty\nI feel love\nBut when I touch it\nI burn Deep is the sky\nWhite is the sea\nBut windows and doors have been closed\nFor so long And it\'s perfect dark\nIt\'s perfect dark here\nWhere the angels scream Give me a reason\nWhat\'s this all about?\nI am sorry I don\'t understand\nWe pray to our God as we dance with the Devil Hold the candle\nPass the flame\nWe\'re all in this together Cosmic winds are gathering\nComing your way\nTelling you - you are only a fragment\nA fragment of time And it\'s perfect dark\nIt\'s perfect dark here\nHear the angels screaming I can\'t go on carrying the pain Follow the philosopher\nIs he God or Lucifer?\nIt\'s written in the sky\nA prophecy for you and I Electrical insects\nWith nowhere to go Asking the question why\nReligion might just be a lie\nBeliever, take your fix\nCrawl up on your crucifix I\'ve found the answer\nI have the key\nExperience reality\nAnd the world will see That it\'s perfect dark\nIt\'s perfect dark here\nIn the Devil\'s hall of fame Before me now\nI see a dying planet\nCaptured souls\nWith microchips implanted\nAnd it\'s perfect dark\nIn the Devil\'s hall of fame There must be a way\nI\'m waiting - waiting for the day\nHellfire\nHellfire\nHigher\nHigher\nOnly blood remains\nThere is nothing more to gain",1 +2907,Beth_Nielsen_Chapman___Trying_To_Love_You,sad, "Trying To Love You I blew out all my plans\nThe world fell in my hands\nThe day that I began\nTrying to love you \nThe secrets I have kept\nThe nights I haven\'t slept\nI\'ve laughed until I\'ve wept\nTrying to love you \nTrying to love you...No one\'s come as close or gone so far\nTrying to love you...I\'ve lost and found myself in who you are\nTrying to love you...So easy and so hard, trying to love you\nI\'ve watched myself get stuck\nSquandered all my luck\nBut I cannot give up\nTrying to love you \nTrying to love you...It broke my heart, it\'s chipped away my pride\nTrying to love you...Everytime I\'d see that faultline slide\nTrying to love you...I\'ve crossed the great divide trying to love you \nTrying to love you...I\'ve screamed your name, I\'ve slammed a thousand doors\nTrying to love you...I\'ve worn a million miles across the floor\nTrying to love you...Still I could not ignore trying to love you \nIt\'s pulled the best from me\nFor all the world to see\nAnd I will always be\nTrying to love you",1 +91,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Package,sad, "The Package \nClever got me this far\nThen tricky got me in\nEye on what I\'m after\nI don\'t need another friend\nSmile and drop the cliché\n\'Til you think I\'m listening\nTake just what I came for\nThen I\'m out the door again \n \nPeripheral on the package\nDon\'t care to settle in\nTime to feed the monster\nI don\'t need another friend\nComfort is a mystery\nCrawling out of my own skin\nJust give me what I came for\nThen I\'m out the door again\n \nLie to get what I came for\nLie to get just what I need\nLie to get what I crave\nLie and smile to get what\'s mine \n \nEye on what I\'m after\nI don\'t need another friend\nNod and watch your lips move\nIf you need me to pretend\nBecause clever got me this far\nThen tricky got me in\nI\'ll take just what I came for\nThen I\'m out the door again \n \nLie to get what I came for\nLie to get what I need now\nLie to get what I\'m craving\nLie and smile and get what\'s mine\nGive this to me \n \n \nMine, mine, mine\nTake what\'s mine\nMine, mine, mine\nTake what\'s mine\nexhaling\n \nLie to gain what I came for\nLie to gain what I need now\nLie to gain what I crave\nLie, just smile and get what\'s mine \n \nGive this to me\nTake what\'s mine\nMine, mine, mine\nTake what\'s mine \nGive this to me \n \nTake what\'s mine\nTake what\'s mine\nMine\nTake what\'s mine\nTake what\'s mine\nTake what\'s mine\nThis is mine\nMine\nMine4 ",1 +8642,Eve___Satisfaction,sad, "Satisfaction \nNow I\'mma do this thing like it ain\'t done before\nNever leave the game stranded, I had to give more\nI\'mma give you what you want, what you waitin\' for?\nMake the music that the people can\'t ignore\nA lot of niggas is bitches, a lot of bitches be trippin\'\nA lot of them be wishin\' that they was in my position\nA lot of niggas be cowards and most chicks be chickens\nFuck \'bout the CLUCK! CLUCK! Eve ain\'t trippin\'\nMost dudes is okay half of the rest ain\'t\nTalkin\' \'bout what they wanna do reality they can\'t\nAsk \'em what they life worth, watch \'em draw a blank\nI really ain\'t got no interest if it don\'t involve the bank\nMost of the time I\'m nice to \'em half the time I\'m not\nIt ain\'t nothin\' new though learned it from off the block\nPeople think I changed much \'cuz I\'m livin\' good\nNow they get my voicemail, hear them callin\' me rude?\nSometimes I feel bad most of the time I don\'t\n\'Cuz if I don\'t protect my shit other niggas won\'t\nSome want me to neglect my shit take it for a joke?!\nBut I\'m stayin\' on the grind never goin\' back to broke\n \nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction \n \nNow I\'mma do this thing like it ain\'t done before\nNever leave the game stranded, I had to give more\nI\'mma give you what you want, what you waitin\' for?\nMake the music that the people can\'t ignore\nSee how we do this thing, dog, here we go again\nDre and Bombshell, don\'t you love how it blend?\nRadio stations, DJ\'s they spin\nTold y\'all determined to win\nYou tryna enter through the back door?\nAin\'t nothin\' happenin\', this whole shit is my shit, bitch, and I\'m the captain\nCan\'t beat me, join me, baby, then get to clappin\'\nBang it in ya whips to get ya neck snappin\'\nI know you hopin\' that I rest so you can breathe\nStressed when we in the same places \'till I leave\nWhisper to they friends, What they wanna do to me? \nWish they could erase me, take away the air I breathe\nAnd I feed \'cuz that shit only give me hunger pains\nNever let you muhfuckas put out my flame\nReady for whatever, was trained to maintain\nAnd I always been a savage \'bout the fame\nSeparate the girls from the women and the winnin\'\nAlways knew the thrill was worth it from the beginnin\'\nBaby, what\'s the deal? I\'m hurtin\' \'em how I\'m livin\'\nI gotta conquer it all now the world\'s my wishin\'\n \nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction \n \nAin\'t nothin\' hotter than this heat y\'all, it\'s like a magnet\nI don\'t really mess wit too many \'cuz they be plastic\nThat\'s it enjoy it boy, it\'s like magic\nAnything less than a banger will not have it\nStill, I Ruff Ryde but I got my team\nAnd we ain\'t goin\' nowhere \'till we lock the game\nBut in the mean time, ball while we live the dream\nAnd now I need to hear y\'all sing \n \nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nAnything I want\nI\'mma get it \'cuz I know I need it\nIt\'s Evey comin\' and I know you heated\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction\nEverything I am\nJust because I had to make it happen\nThey never thought that I would make it rappin\'\nAnything I need\nGotta have it, bet I\'m gonna grab it\nAin\'t nothin\' better than the satisfaction1 ",1 +2261,Ayria___Mercury,sad, "Mercury The dull light lingers\nThe candle flickers\nBeside you in the red\nThe beat of nameless songs\nThe pulsing flame goes on\nI try to hear\nBut I am not there \nI saw you for the first time today\nWith nothing left in the way\nI\'ve never felt this way before\nI fear I\'ll never feel this way again\nWhat do you need to feel from me\nTake what you want\nWhat do you see?\nOn the ocean and beyond\nAmidst the others \nI\'m waiting impatient\nAn echoed existence \nThe dull light lingers\nThe candle flickers\nBeside you in the red\nThe beat of nameless songs\nThe pulsing flame goes on\nI try to hear\nBut I am not there \nThe faces unfamiliar\nI\'ve never felt so close\nA flickered little moment that goes on\nThat leaves me so sore",1 +978,Alton_Ellis___All_My_Tears_Come_Rolling,happy, "All My Tears Come Rolling Honey, I love a pretty little, a little girl like you\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you\nOoh, I need to be loved, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nAll the time I\'ve got to say to you, my girl\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, o\'er you\nO\'er you\nI need to be hugged, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo, I love you\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, you, you\nInstrumental break\nI need, I need to be hugged, I need to be kissed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, over you\nOver you\nNeed to be hugged, need to be squeezed\nI need to be hugged and squeezed like this, wha-ooooo\nA-a-a-a-a-a-oooooo-oooo\nAll my tears come rolling, all my tears come rolling over you, you\n____________________________________________________",0 +597,Alabama___Sad_Lookin_Moon,sad, "Sad Lookin’ Moon I thought that you could fly\nI thought that you had wings\nI guess that I believed\nYou\'d never say goodbye\nBut my world stopped turnin\' 'round\nThe stars turned upside down\nIt knocked me to the ground on my knees \nNow there\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nShinin\' down on me\nThere\'s a sad lookin\' sky\nAs far as I can see\nI always believed\nAnd I thought the stars could see\nBut there\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nShinin\' down on me\nI shared with you my dreams\nI gave you everything\nI opened up my heart\nAnd I gave you my ring\nWell I spent days and nights\nJust thinkin\' about the time\nWhen you would be mine all my life \nNow there\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nShinin\' down on me\nThere\'s a sad lookin\' sky\nAs far as I can see\nI always believed\nAnd I thought the stars could see\nBut there\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nShinin\' down on me \nThere\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nA sad lookin\' moon\nThere\'s a sad lookin\' moon\nShinin\' down on meSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",1 +1630,Aphex_Twin___Afx237_v7,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +3473,Blind_Pilot___Poor_Boy,calm, "Poor Boy Poor boy\nWhy don\'t you try getting water?\nPoor boy\nWhy don\'t you try getting sleep?\nI think if one of us is going to suffer\nWhy shouldn\'t it be me? \nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nThe rhythm you know\nIs pulsing and drifting to the grave\nWhen you come to\nYou\'ll be asking yourself just one question\nWas I always this way?\nWas I always this way?\nThink back a year\nWhen everything stood at the surface\nBut bandage you cuts cause you don\'t know what swims underneath \nHold tight\nThe bondage of this life is slipping\nWhy shouldn\'t it be me?\nWhy shouldn\'t it be me? \nWhen I come back\nYou\'ll be the brightest star\nIn the black\nWhen there are days\nThat you want the call we\'re all waiting for\nThink back \nPoor boy\nYour wife is in hard labor\nGo buy the flowers you\'ll leave on its grave\nYou went with the goal of movement\nNow one thing is different:\nYou don\'t want to change\nI don\'t want to change 2 ",2 +9115,Fiona_Apple___The_Child_Is_Gone,sad, "TranslationsFrançaisThe Child Is Gone \nDarling, give me your absence tonight\nTake the shade from the canvas and leave me the white\nLet me sink in the silence that echoes inside\nAnd don\'t bother leaving the light on \n \n\'Cause I suddenly feel like a different person\nFrom the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion\nAnd I ran my hand o\'er a strange inversion\nA vacancy that just did not belong\n \nThe child is gone \n \nHoney, help me out of this mess\nI\'m a stranger to myself\nBut don\'t reach for me, I\'m too far away\nI don\'t wanna talk 'cause there\'s nothing left to say \n \nSo my darling, give me your absence tonight\nTake all of your sympathy and leave it outside\n\'Cause there\'s no kind of loving that can make this all right\nI\'m trying to find a place I belong \n \nAnd I suddenly feel like a different person\nFrom the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion\nAnd I ran my hand o\'er a strange inversion\nAs the darkness turns into the dawn \n \nThe child is gone\nThe child is gone 6 ",1 +2880,Benjamin_Biolay___Little_Darlin,calm, "Little Darlin’ Sans trop entrer dans les détails\nJ\'ai attaqué le train postal\nSi je dérive, c\'est en aval\nMon univers est carcéral\nMon amour, j\'ai pêché\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMon amour, j\'ai pêché\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMon amour, j\'ai pêché\nMy little darlin\'\nMy little darlin\'\nMy little darlin\'\nSans trop entrer dans les détails\nIl est grand temps que je m\'en aille\nJe sens le feu dans mes entrailles\nCette injection qu\'on dit létale\nMon amour, j\'ai échoué\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMon amour, j\'ai échoué\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nSans dévoiler trop de mystère\nJ\'ai quitté cette vie de misère\nJ\'ai ma devise, j\'ai mon dicton, dicton\nLes gens c\'est tous de sacrés cons\nMon amour, j\'ai basculé de l\'autre côté\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nMon amour, j\'ai basculé de l\'autre côté\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMon amour, j\'ai échoué\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nMon amour, j\'ai pêché\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMon amour, j\'ai basculé de l\'autre côté\nLittle darlin\'\nLittle darlin\'\nLittle darlin\'\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine\nMy little darlin\', oh how, I love you\nHow I love you, none can tell\nIn your heart you love another\nLittle darlin\', pal of mine",2 +611,Alabama_3___Woody_Guthrie,calm, "Woody Guthrie Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin\' up another round\nWhile the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down\nPowder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail\nSome KKK white supremacist, cookin\' up a dose of race-hate \nI tell you now \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nSome baby in Afghanistan, cryin\' for his mama now\nWhile the BNP scare refugees senseless up in Oldham town\nHypocrites in Downing Street pourin\' petrol on the flame\nSatpal cries, asks Paddy Why do we always get the blame? \nI tell you now \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nSing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour\n Some mother in Jakarta, lays down her weary head\nIn some free trade zone compound, where they work you till you\'re dead\nHunger stalks the corridors, famine and disease\nI seen the multinationals walkin\' hand in hand with globalising marketeers \nI tell you now \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah \nI don\'t need no country\nI don\'t fly no flag\nI cut no slack for the Union Jack\nStars and stripes have got me jet-lagged yeah\nSing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour \nYou better sing a song for the asylum seeker\nFor the frightened baby on some foreign beach\nYou better bang a gong\nAnd pray they reach safe harbour \nSafe harbour\nA safe harbour ",2 +7946,Electric_President___Safe_and_Sound,sad, "Safe and Sound \nYou took your hits where the bruise is on the soles of your feet\nWell, who\'s to say if they\'re deserved?\nBut you\'re turnin\' reckless now\nI hear you sayin\' through your teeth\nThat you\'ll take them down first \n \nBut I saw you flinch when the doctors got their claws in you\nI saw your smile start to crack\nIt\'s not so funny when you\'re sunk\nAnd there ain\'t nothin\' you can do\nAnd your options are all dead ends\n \nWhen there\'s no way out\nI\'ll let you build your home with me\n\'Till the clocks run down\nWhen your lucks run out\nCall me and I will come and fix you\nGet your feet on the ground\nWhen there\'s no way out\nCall me and I will come and bury you\nAll safe and sound \n \nAnd all this time\nYou\'ve been driftin\' out with the tide, my friend\nBut you can have what\'s mine\nIf it helps you stay afloat\nIf I close my eyes\nI can\'t watch you drown anymore, my friend\nBut I\'ll tell you lies\nIf it helps you sleep at night\nAnd the more we fight\nThe more we don\'t get right, my friend\nAnd the more we fight\nThe more we don\'t get right \n \nI heard they broke you\nThat you gave in\nThat you dropped\nAnd the fight had left you\nBut don\'t you worry\nMakes no difference\nFrom the start\nYour options were all dead ends\n \nWhen there\'s no way out\nI\'ll let you build your home with me\n\'Till the clocks run down\nWhen your lucks run out\nCall me and I will come and fix you\nGet your feet on the ground\nWhen there\'s no way out\nCall me and I will come and bury you\nAll safe and sound ",1 +8528,Eskimo_Joe___London_Bombs,sad, "London Bombs \nDrag me by my ankles\nTo the bottom of the ocean\nThere I\'ll stay forever\nUntil you come back from England \n \nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\n \nI stay up forever\nAnd try to call your number\nBut you are lost forever\nIn the early days of winter \n \nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs \n \nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nOh \n \nI stay up forever\nAnd try to find the answer\nIn the Sun I wait for you \n \nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\nThe London bombs\n \nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nDirty little town on the Thames\nIs calling you away\nOh \n \nThe London bombs\nOh\nThe London bombs\nOh ",1 +7875,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Dog,calm, "Dog All the feelings you\'ve got for me \nIt\'s like for a dog \nAll the feelings you\'ve got for me \nIt\'s like for a dog \nI wanna feel it \nI wanna feel it for a dog\nI wanna feel it \nI wanna feel it for a dog \nI wanna feel it \nI wanna feel it for a dog \nI wanna feel it \nI wanna feel it for a dog",2 +8088,Elliott_Smith___I_Didnt_Understand,sad, "I Didn’t Understand Thought you\'d be looking for the next in line to love\nThen ignore, put out, and put away\nAnd so you\'d soon be leaving me\nAlone, like I\'m supposed to be\nTonight, tomorrow, and everyday \nThere\'s nothing here that you\'ll miss\nI can guarantee you this:\nIs a cloud of smoke\nTrying to occupy space\nWhat a fucking joke\nWhat a fucking joke\nI waited for a bus to separate the both of us\nAnd take me off, far away from you\nCause my feelings never change a bit\nI always feel like shit\nI don\'t know why, I guess that I just do \nYou once talked to me about love\nAnd you painted pictures of\nA Never Never Land\nAnd I could\'ve gone to that place\nBut I didn\'t understand \nI didn\'t understand\nI didn\'t understand 5 ",1 +9255,Florence__The_Machine___My_Boy_Builds_Coffins,sad, "TranslationsPortuguêsMy Boy Builds Coffins \nMy boy builds coffins with hammers and nails\nHe doesn\'t build ships, he has no use for sails\nHe doesn\'t make tables, dressers or chairs\nHe can\'t carve a whistle because he just doesn\'t care \nMy boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor\nKings and queens, they\'ve all knocked on his door\nBeggars and liars, gypsies and thieves\nThey all come to him because he\'s so eager to please\n \nMy boy builds coffins, he makes them all day\nBut it\'s not just for work and it isn\'t for play\nHe\'s made one for himself\nOne for me too\nOne of these days he\'ll make one for you\nFor you, for you, for you \n \nMy boy builds coffins for better or worse\nSome say it\'s a blessing, some say it\'s a curse\nHe fits them together in sunshine or rain\nEach one is unique, no two are the same \nMy boy builds coffins and I think it\'s a shame\nThat when each one\'s been made, he can\'t see it again\nHe crafts everyone with love and with care\nThen it\'s thrown in the ground, it just isn\'t fair \n \nMy boy builds coffins, he makes them all day\nBut it\'s not just for work and it isn\'t for play\nHe\'s made one for himself\nOne for me too\nAnd one of these days he\'ll make one for you\nFor you, for you, for youSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 14 ",1 +9105,Fiona_Apple___Fast_As_You_Can,happy, "Fast as You Can \nI let the beast in too soon\nI don\'t know how to live without my hand on his throat\nI fight him always and still\nOh darling, it\'s so sweet\nYou think you know how crazy\nHow crazy I am\nYou say you don\'t spook easy\nYou won\'t go\nBut I know\nAnd I pray that you will\n \nFast as you can, baby\nRun, free yourself of me\nFast as you can \n \nI may be soft in your palm\nBut I\'ll soon grow hungry for a fight\nAnd I will not let you win\nMy pretty mouth will frame the phrases\nThat will disprove your faith in man\nSo if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart\nFrom under your skin \n \nFast as you can, baby\nScratch me out, free yourself\nFast as you can\nFast as you can, baby\nScratch me out, free yourself\nFast as you can\n \nSometimes my mind don\'t shake and shift\nBut most of the time, it does\nAnd I get to the place where I\'m begging for a lift\nOr I\'ll drown in the wonders and the was\nAnd I\'ll be your girl, if you say it\'s a gift\nAnd you give me some more of your drugs\nYeah, I\'ll be your pet, if you just tell me it\'s a gift\nCause I\'m tired of whys, choking on whys\nJust need a little because, because\n \nI let the beast in and then\nI even tried forgiving him, but it\'s too soon\nSo I\'ll fight again, again, again, again, again\nAnd for a little while more\nI\'ll soar the uneven wind, complain and blame the sterile land\nBut if you\'re getting any bright ideas, quiet dear\nI\'m blooming within \n \nFast as you can, baby, wait, watch me; I\'ll be out\nFast as I can, maybe late but at least about\nFast as you can, leave me, let this thing run its route \n \nFast as you can\nFast as you can\nFast as you can\nFast as you can5 ",0 +6975,Devendra_Banhart___At_The_Hop,calm, "At the Hop Put me in your suitcase\nLet me help you pack\n\'Cause you\'re never coming back\nNo, you\'re never coming back \nCook me in your breakfast\nAnd put me on your plate\n\'Cause you know I taste great\nYeah, you know I taste great \nAt the hop, it\'s greaseball heaven\nWith candy pants and Archie too\nPut me in your dry dream\nOr put me in your wet\nIf you haven\'t yet\nNo, if you haven\'t yet \nLight me with your candle\nAnd watch the flames grow high\nNo, it doesn\'t hurt to try\nIt doesn\'t hurt to try \nWell, I won\'t stop all of my pretending\nThat you\'ll come home\nYou\'ll be coming home someday soon \nPut me in your blue skies\nOr put me in your grey\nThere\'s gotta be some way\nThere\'s gotta be some way \nPut me in your tongue tie\nMake it hard to say\nThat you ain\'t gonna stay\nThat you ain\'t gonna stay \nWrap me in your marrow\nStuff me in your bones\nSing a mending moan\nA song to bring you home",2 +5170,Charlotte_Sometimes___Sweet_Valium_High,anger, "Sweet Valium High You can have me dye my pale skin\nYou can beat me, I\'ll love you while I bruise\nYou can take me, drug my chapped lips\nYou can hurt me, I\'ll love you while I trip \nBut do you think of her - hands on my waist?\nAnd do you think of me when she screams your name? \nDon\'t want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much\nDon\'t want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love\nDo you want it?\nCause when you fuck me\nYou are loving me and I am owning you\nDo you hate me?\nWant to teach me that my place with you\nIs lying on my knees? \nBut do you think of her - hands on my waist?\nAnd do you think of me when she screams your name? \nDon\'t want you to drug me up, it all just hurts too much\nDon\'t want you to drug me up, your torture was meant to be love \nWe can have a pretty house\nWe can have a pretty car\nWe can have pretty things\nI know that\'s what you are",3 +2533,Bauhaus___Who_Killed_Mr_Moonlight,sad, "Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? Consider green lakes\nAnd the idiocy of clocks\nSomeone shot nostalgia in the back\nSomeone shot our innocence\nAnd all our colors have run \nA broken arrow in a bloody pool\nThe wound in the face\nOf midnight proposals\nSomeone shot nostalgia in the back\nSomeone shot our innocence\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile \nAll our dreams have melted down\nWe are hiding in the bushes\nFrom dead men\nDoing Douglas Fairbanks\' stunts \nAll our stories burnt\nOur films lost in the rushes\nWe can\'t paint any pictures\nAs the moon had all our brushes \nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nExtracting wasps from stings in flight\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight?\nIn the shadow of his smile\nIn the shadow of his smile\nWho killed Mr. Moonlight? 1 ",1 +8886,Farewell___Hey_Heather,happy, "Hey Heather I can\'t take these fights anymore\nI\'ve got too much at stake\nI swear I\'ve spent too many nights on the floor\nI\'ve set myself up to blow it\nI\'m such an ass and I know it\nThis time I\'m falling faster\nThan a Boeing with broken wings\nWith others to contrast her\nThey always leave me feeling\nCalloused, broken, alone\nHey Heather, I\'m lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nSo that\'s it you\'re not coming back\nI locked the door\nBut just in case\nI think I left a spare under the mat\nI know it makes it tougher\nI can\'t help it I love her\nTry to avoid disaster\nWhen her reply meant everything\nPatience is hard to master\nMost when it leaves you feeling\nTired, exhausted, overblown\nHey Heather, I\'m lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nCause when December comes\nI hope you\'ll see how you\'ve been missing out\nThen call me up to confess\nThat it\'s me you think about\nHow 'bout you give me the day?\nI set off for a second\nI need you here with me\nHey Heather, I\'m lost in your letters\nTogether, we can find something better\nHey Heather, I think I\'m lost in your letters\nThis time I\'m falling faster\nTogether, I know we\'ll find something better\nThis time I\'m falling",0 +5588,Cloud_Cult___Car_Crash,sad, "Car Crash In the middle of the car crash, you turned to me and said\n\'You look so pretty, let\'s do it again\'\nFor all the things I want to do\nFor all the things I want to do\nOh no, no, no... \nIn the middle of the car crash, you told me you love me\nWith a key chain wedding ring, 'whatcha say we get married?'\nThere\'s so much more I want to do\nThere\'s so much more I want to do\nOh no...\nAt 70 miles per hour we rolled up together\nLet\'s sleep in this ditch, tonight and forever\nYou\'re everything I could want to do\nThere\'s nothing more I could want to do\nThan to be with you",1 +8109,Elliott_Smith___Stupidity_Tries,sad, "Stupidity Tries \nGot a foot in the door\nGod knows what for\nAnd he\'ll cut me down to size\nStupidity tries\nEverything here is free\nEverything but you and me\nThis painting never dries\nStupidity tries \n \nSavannah shoulder raised a cheer\nColoring the sky with ash\nBecause they found some privateer\nTo sail across the sea of trash\n \nThe enemy is within\nDon\'t confuse me with him\nThe truth is otherwise\nStupidity tries \n \nAnd so I go from floor to floor\nLooking for a port of call\nAnother drunk conquistador\nConquering the governor\'s ball \n \nI couldn\'t think of a thing\nThat I hope tomorrow brings\nOh, what a surprise\nStupidity tries 2 ",1 +4079,Brand_New___Untitled,sad, "Untitled I can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it\nI can never lose it ",1 +6911,Desree___You_Gotta_Be,happy, "You Gotta Be \nListen as your day unfolds\nChallenge what the future holds\nTry and keep your head up to the sky\nLovers, they may cause you tears\nGo ahead, release your fears\nStand up and be counted\nDon\'t be 'shamed to cry\nYou gotta be \n \nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\n \nHerald what your mother said\nRead the books your father read\nTry to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time\nSome may have more cash than you\nOthers take a different view\nMy, oh my, hey, hey \n \nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day \n \nTime asks no questions, it goes on without you\nLeaving you behind if you can\'t stand the pace\nThe world keeps on spinning\nCan\'t stop it if you try to\nThe best part is danger staring you in the face, whoa\n \nRemember, listen as your day unfolds\nChallenge what the future holds\nTry and keep your head up to the sky\nLovers, they may cause you tears\nGo ahead, release your fears\nMy, oh my, hey, hey \n \nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nAll I know, all I know\nLove will save the day\n \nGot to be bold\nGot to be bad\nGot to be wise\nDon\'t ever say\nGot to be hard\nNot too too hard\nAll I know is love will save the day\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger\nYou gotta be cool\nYou gotta be calm\nYou gotta stay together\nYeah\nYou gotta be bad\nYou gotta be bold\nYou gotta be wiser\nYou gotta be hard\nYou gotta be tough\nYou gotta be stronger5 ",0 +8093,Elliott_Smith___Southern_Belle,sad, "Southern Belle \nKilling a southern belle is all you know how to do\nThat and give other people hell\nIt\'s what they expect from you, too\nBut I wouldn\'t have you how you are \n \nI don\'t want to walk around\nI don\'t even want to breathe\nI live in a southern town\nWhere all you can do is grit your teeth\nBut I wouldn\'t have you how you are\n \nHow come you\'re not ashamed of what you are?\nAnd sorry that you\'re the one she got? \n \nAin\'t nobody looking now\nNobody, nothing\'s said\nNo one\'s about to shout\nNobody\'s seeing red\nBut I wouldn\'t have you how you are \nYou\'re killing a southern belle\nKilling a southern belle\nKilling a southern belle 1 ",1 +2614,Bebel_Gilberto___Jabuticaba,calm, "Jabuticaba If I could name\nA fruit for you\nIt would be jabuticaba\nBlue, black and small\nOn the outside\nAnd soft and sweet within \nMy favourite memory\nWas under that tree\nThat\'s been there since\nI was three\nNow I would like to\nSing for you\nMy jabuticaba song\nIsn\'t she lovely\nLike purple rain\nWalking on sunshine with you\nover the rainbow\nQuiet nights, quiet stars\nIt\'s summertime\nQuiet nights, quiet stars and you \nIf I could name\nA tree for you\nIt would be\nJabuticaba\nUnder the shade\nOf the cool green leaves\nIt all comes back to me \nSo when that taste\nReminds you\nYou know just where\nTo find me\nAnd now I would like to sing for you\nMy jabuticaba song\nJabuticaba tree\nJabuticaba song",2 +4484,Bryan_Adams___Try_To_See_It_My_Way,sad, "Try to See It My Way Ohh - Try to see it my way\nOhh - Try to see it my way \nWell, I know you\'ll cover up\nFrom all the things you did that tied you up\nOhh, Just wanna let you know\nThat I wanna keep you warm\nUntil the sun warms up the dawn\nSo baby move in a little closer\nThen you can think it over\nJust try to see it my way\nJust try to see it my way \nWell, you said you needed time\nFrom all the things that run around your mind\nHow can I let you know\nThat I wanna keep you warm\nUntil the sun warms up the dawn\nAnd baby move in a little closer\nThen you can think it over \nTry to see it my way\nTry to see it my way, if you can\nJust try to see it my way, oh my way\nJust try to see it my way \nOhh, just try to see it my way\nTry to see it my way\nWell baby, baby, baby\nJust try to see it my way, if you can\nJust try to see it my way, try to see it my waySee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",1 +7769,Edwin_Starr___HAPPY_Radio,happy, "H.A.P.P.Y. Radio An automatic alarm\nTurns my radio on\nBefore my feet can hit the floor\nThe music\'s got me ready to go\nAnd all through the whole day\nI know my favourite records they\'ll play\nIt helps me chase all my blues away\nWhen I can hear that DJ say that this is station\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it\'s a Musical, natural high\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it\'s a Musical, natural high\nYou should hear them\nEveryday yeah\nWhile riding home in my car\nMy happy radio is never too far\nI just reach out my hand turn the dial\nAnd I know it will make me smile\nCause this station\nH.A.P.P.Y.\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it\'s a musical natural high\nOn Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan... by by by\nMusical natural high Yes it is\nOn station H.A. P.P. Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by by by\nMusical natural high\nYes it is\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nDon\'t you know that it\'s a musical\nNatural\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nSaid it\'s a musical natural\nH.A.P.P.Y\nJust by mistake\nOne day I turned on my dial\nFrom my radio came this is incredible sound\nThe music they were playing right next to me\nI start clapping my hands and stomping my feet\nCause they were H.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nIt\'s a musical natural\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nHey hey hey\nWooo\nYes it is\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nLet everybody sing\nI say it\'s H.A.P.P.Y\nWooo Weee\nDon\'t you know yeah\nWooo Weee\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by\nDon\'t you that it\'s a musical natural high\nWoo\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nCause it\'s a musical natural\nTO FADE",0 +5445,Chromeo___Woman_Friend,happy, "Woman Friend \nGonna take my time\nGonna make you my woman friend\nGonna make you mine\nCause I don\'t want this love to end \n \nI don\'t know where I would be\nIf you\'re not right here with me\nAs my woman friend, you\'re my woman friend\nAs my woman friend, baby you\'re my woman friend\nRah!\n[Pre-Chorus \n x2",0 +6552,Dave_Gahan___Bitter_Apple,sad, "Bitter Apple \nDays long gone and lost hot nights\nNo crowded streets to walk tonight\nStill the stars shine so bright\nDon\'t need a coat, I\'ll be alright \nThen you walked into my life\nA halo bright with dark brown eyes\nJust standing in her light\nRemembered love again at night\n \nBitter apple, take a bite\nIt\'s kind of wonderful\nFallen star, you\'re mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nBitter apple, take my life\nIt\'s kind of wonderful\nIf I close my eyes, you\'re mine tonight\nTonight \n \n \nWe laughed so hard it caused some pain\nTwo strangers standing in the rain\nWe smoked our cigarettes\nIt\'s kind of wonderful\nExchanging our regrets\nStrange but beautiful \n \n \nBitter apple, take a bite\nIt\'s kind of wonderful\nFallen star, you\'re mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nBitter apple, take my life\nIt\'s kind of wonderful\nIf I close my eyes, you\'re mine tonight\nStrange but beautiful\nTonight\n \n \nIf I close my eyes, you\'re mine tonight\nTonight\nIf I close my eyes\nIf I close my eyes ",1 +8359,Enrique_Iglesias___Ring_My_Bells,calm, "Ring My Bells \nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells \n \nSometimes you love it, sometimes you don\'t\nSometimes you need it, then you don\'t, then you let go\nSometimes we rush it, sometimes we fall\nIt doesn\'t matter, baby, we can take it real slow\n \nCause the way that we touch is something that we can\'t deny\nAnd the way that you move, oh, you make me feel alive\nCome on \n \nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells \n \nYou try to hide it, I know you do\nWhen all you really want is me to come and get you\nYou move in closer, I feel you breathe I feel you breathe\nIt\'s like the world just disappears when you\'re around me, oh \n \n\'Cause the way that we touch is something that we can\'t deny\nOh yeah\nAnd the way that you move, oh, you make me feel alive\nCome on \n \nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\n \nI say you want, I say you need\nI can tell by your face you love the way it turns me on\nI say you want, I say you need\nI will do what it takes, I would never do you wrong \n \n\'Cause the way that we love, something that we can\'t fight\nOh, no\nI just can\'t get enough, oh, you make me feel alive\nSo come on, oh \n \nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells\nRing my bell, ring my bells \n \nI say you want, I say you need\nI can tell by the way you\'re looking at me, I turn you on\nI say you want, I say you need\nif you got what it takes we don\'t have to wait, let\'s get it on\nGet it on, ooh!3 ",2 +7113,Dianne_Reeves___Too_Close_For_Comfort,calm, "Too Close for Comfort Be firm, be fair, be sure, beware\nOn your guard, take care, while there\'s such temptation \nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say When \nBe wise, be smart, behave, my heart\nDon\'t upset your cart when she\'s so close\nBe soft, be sweet, but be discreet\nDon\'t go off your feet, she\'s so close for comfort\nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say When \nOne thing leads to another\nToo late to run for cover\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now \n \nToo close, too close for comfort, please, not again\nToo close, too close to know just when to say When \nBe firm and be fair, be sure, beware\nOn your guard, take care, while there\'s such temptation \nOne thing leads to another\nToo late to run for cover\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now \nToo close, much too close\nShe\'s much too close for comfort now ",2 +3143,Billy_Joel___Honesty,sad, "Honesty \nIf you search for tenderness\nIt isn\'t hard to find\nYou can have the love you need to live\nBut if you look for truthfulness\nYou might just as well be blind\nIt always seems to be so hard to give \n \nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you\n \nI can always find someone\nTo say they sympathize\nIf I wear my heart out on my sleeve\nBut I don\'t want some pretty face\nTo tell me pretty lies\nAll I want is someone to believe \n \nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you \n \nI can find a lover\nI can find a friend\nI can have security\nUntil the bitter end\nAnyone can comfort me\nWith promises again\nI know, I know \n \nWhen I\'m deep inside of me\nDon\'t be too concerned\nI won\'t ask for nothin\' while I\'m gone\nBut when I want sincerity\nTell me, where else can I turn?\n\'Cause you\'re the one that I depend upon\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 \nHonesty is such a lonely word\nEveryone is so untrue\nHonesty is hardly ever heard\nAnd mostly what I need from you10 ",1 +880,Alkaline_Trio___Trucks_And_trains,sad, "Trucks and Trains \nThese days go by like trucks and trains\nSome hit so hard you barely feel a thing\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nLights out left now, these robots marching to the nearest liquor store \n \nThere\'s something green that\'s leaving town\nAlways thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong\nWhere it goes, hell knows maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up is turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including you, including you\n \nThese times count down like boats and planes\nSome wash away in undertow, some plummet down in flames\nLights out right now, back then and forevermore\nWith sirens on, this ambulance is racing to the west coast shore \n \nThere\'s something blue that\'s leaving town\nWe always talked about black, we\'re considering brown\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking up\'s turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the ocean, including you \n \nFeel the ocean blue engulfing you\nI view the deep blue sea\nIt\'s turning red right in front of me \n \nThere\'s something gray that\'s leaving town\nAnd it\'s way beyond me how it gets off the ground\nWhere it goes hell knows, maybe somewhere better than here\nAnd what they say of the grass on the other sides true\nToo much time looking ups turning everything blue\nIncluding me, including the pilots, including you",1 +6789,Dear_Reader___Great_White_Bear,sad, "Great White Bear He climbed into the belly of the great white bear\nIt\'s very sticky and it smells a little fishy\nBut no one will look for him there\nHe took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear \nOh, what a day it\'s been\nOh, what a terrible state he\'s in x2 \nHer eyes are wired, there\'s a hat over her thick black hair\nThey\'re racing through the snow\nTheir sweaty hands keep slipping\nBut they\'re almost there\nHer father\'s shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air\nOh, what a fix they\'re in\nOh, what a terrible sin\nOh, what a fix they\'re in\nOh, what a terrible sinister game\nThe hunter did play\nTo give them the hope\nThat they could get away\nWhen biding his time\nHe did wait down the line\nTo bring a disaster\nOn their youthful dreams of escape \nOh what a day it\'s been\nOh what a day it\'s been \nRun, there\'s a bullet in your back\nRun, run, there\'s a bullet in your back\nRun, run, run, there\'s a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn\'t take it back, I wouldn\'t take it back\nRun, run, run, there\'s a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn\'t take it back, I wouldn\'t take it back\nRun, run, run, there\'s a bullet in your back\nBut I wouldn\'t take it back, I wouldn\'t take it back\nRun, run, run there\'s a bullet in your back\nAnd I want to take it back\n I want to, want to\nI want to, want you\nI want you, want you\nI want you, want you, want you, want you back ",1 +346,Adam_Green___Musical_Ladders,happy, "Musical Ladders \nMusical ladders\nLeaning on mountains\nBathed in white laughter\nUnder the sun \n \nSomebody\'s birthday\nCame stumbling towards us\nWrapped in green gladness\nUnder the sun\n \nWe\'re gonna make it\nThrough this war tonight\nSomeone hold this child\nUp to the light \n \nProstitute fingers\nFumbling with matches\nTucked in red couches\nUnder green moons \n \nMexican waitress\nGot caught in the crossfire\nOf militant families\nBursting with Jews \n \nWe\'re gonna break it\nTo your folks tonight\nKind of hope your pops\nDon\'t hear me right, oh yeah",0 +3041,Bikini_Kill___Carnival,happy, "Carnival \nThis is a song about the seedy underbelly of the carnival\nThe part that only the kids know about\nThis is a song about 16 year old girls giving carnies head\nFor free rides and hits of pot \n \nI want to go\nI want to go\nI want to go\n \nI want to go to the carnival\nBut I know it\'ll cost $16, now\nI want to go to the carnival\nBut I know it\'ll cost me $16, now \n \nRound, round, round\nRound, round, round \n \nI\'ll win that Motley Crue mirror\nIf it fucking kills me \n \nGonna lose $20 while I\'m there\nSee the girl with the feathered hair\nWearing plastic, not real leather\nBoots go way up to there, yeah, yeah \n \nRound, round, round\nRound, round, round \n \nIt\'s by the Lacey mall\nThat\'s where you\'ll find me, yeahSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 3 ",0 +1121,Amos_Lee___Sympathize,sad, "Sympathize It ain\'t no jive\nI was burnin\' alive\nWhenever you walked in the room\nIt happened so quickly\nI was feelin\' so sickly\nLike a lover who lost his muse \nThe sharks in the tank\nThe man in the bank\nHe wants my money to loan\nI can\'t understand\nWhat the hell is his plan\nI ain\'t even got a home\nAin\'t got a home\nThe girl on the street\nWith holes in her feet\nLooks through eyes of a clown\nShe don\'t look at me\nJust feelin\' kinda sad\nSo I just walk around\nI reassess\nShe\'s down on her luck\nShe\'s reading a book of lies\nI don\'t know when I\'ll be comin\' home, baby\nBut I sure can sympathize\nCan sympathize\nCan sympathize \nAngels spread their wings\nOn all the dirty things\nYou do \nShe drops to the floor\nHer head\'s by the door\nHer bible is by her side\nHeaven is callin\'\nThe new world is fallin\'\nAnd she ain\'t got a single person left\nTo confide\nNo one to confide\nNo one to confide\nOh, to confide\nI sympathize\nCan sympathize",1 +3612,Blue_Foundation___Watch_You_Sleeping,calm, "Watch You Sleeping I wanna watch you sleeping peaceful\nResting your heart and your soul\nWe should never awake without the other\nLying by our side \nI wanna learn from the calm with which you\nAim at your dreams and your goals\nAnd I\'m sure your stories always will unfold \nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay\nI wanna carry you\nBut you won\'t get up\nIt\'s really killing me\nYou know it\'s killing me \nI wanna join you sleeping peaceful\nFeeling the sun in our room\nWhat a plenty of rays and beaming lights\nSurely it does me good \nAnd I wanna trust the pulse\nIn which decay is followed by bloom\nAnd I\'m sure any flaw will turn out beautiful \nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay \nI wanna carry you\nBut you won\'t get up\nIt\'s really killing me\nYou know it\'s killing me \nI try to get you up\nBut you go down\nAnd you are not okay\nYou are not okay\n I wanna carry you\nBut you won\'t get up Won\'t get up\nIt\'s really killing me\nYou know it\'s killing me... ",2 +7052,Diabolical_Masquerade___Dreadventurouz,sad, "Dreadventurouz Come closer morsel, for I smell your terror and I hunger \nRoaming path of sleeping dead reaching for untied\nJourney of the desperation let to reveal\nJoy with bleeding seared peachy with reason laid just back fault\nSomething it back to up something its forward\nDarkness hiding behind those of black path of clad\nDarkness standing in arches of hell fire ream\nMeddles creating an end pushed rhythm of the time\nMeddles spilling the blood of the burning awn\nSilent just to dark on in not re-passion mysterious chain\nHigher in the darkest clouds and turning to feeling of the dark you\'ve pray\nClaws in life, nothing seams the dark\nAgain sworn everything to come is creed\nWalking come possession of the reaching full up fear\nJourney of the desperation let to reveal\nTime elector of the man it twisted some of blood\nSomething it back to up something its forward\nPay my darkly apart to be the pip what\'s crawling out\nCoiling as the butterflies make you reborn\nMurder sucks a matter dreams secret seen in hallow fee\nReaching end and can\'t before to confute here I\'m fall\nFarewell to life weacn light darkening ",1 +1910,Ash___Innocent_Smile,happy, "Innocent Smile \nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nTripping 'round the town as the sun comes down\nFlying with your friends with the stars alive\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high from the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile \n \nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around\n \nVandalism\'s fun when there\'s nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn\'t you\nVandalism\'s fun when there\'s nothing to do\nBreak a few things, say it wasn\'t you\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky\nLet it all kick in, take you for a ride\nStrapped to a rocket heading for the sky \n \nSomething knocked me down and I fell far to the ground\nI lost it all in one night\nJust wandering around \n \nThat\'s when I got the shiver that reawoke my mind\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nYou turned it all around, it only took a smile\nSwinging on a chandelier hanging from the sky\nHanging from the sky \n \nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile\nRunning on a high with the spirit inside\nTaking on the world with an innocent smile",0 +879,Alkaline_Trio___Ruin_It,sad, "Ruin It I\'ve waited a long time for this life\nJust to ruin it, so please don\'t ruin this for me\nYes, I understand this lie, hell, I crossed those T\'s\nI scratched out all these eyes myself last night\nWhen I promised not to fight\nSo this is what I\'m looking like these days\nI\'m all grown up, so full of hate\nBut I don\'t want to let go of my rage\n\'Cause it\'s the salt that brings the taste\nSo where am I if you decide that I\'m not right?\n \n\'Cause I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around \nDid I stay inside to sterilize this knife?\nAm I being too careful, does this seem right?\nDid I open up the shades to expose the sun in rays?\nTo show what\'s burned there inside\nYeah, take a close look, hold me right up to the light \n \n\'Cause I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around \nI\'ve waited for so long\nI\'ve waited for so long\nSpread me out, rake me in\nThis coarse and rocky field will camouflage my skin \n \nAnd I might break and I might bend\nYour heartstrings out of tune again\nAnd I might try to apologize\nOn a good day, on my best day, if you stick around",1 +7442,Doris_Day___Move_Over_Darling,happy, "Move Over Darling Our lips shouldn\'t touch\nMove over darling\nI like it too much\nMove over darling\nThat gleam in your eyes is no big surprise anymore\n\'Cause you fooled me before \nI\'m all in a spin\nMove over darling\nAbout to give in\nMove over darling\nAnd though it\'s not right, I\'m too weak to fight it somehow\n\'Cause I want you right now\nThe way you sigh, has me waving my conscience bye-bye\nYou can call me a fickle thing\nBut I\'m practically yours forever, because \nI yearn to be kissed\nMove over darling\nHow can I resist\nMove over darling\nYou captured my heart and now that I\'m no longer free\nMake love to me \nThe way you sigh\nHas me waving my conscience goodbye\nYou can call me a fickle thing\nBut I\'m practically yours forever, because \nI yearn to be kissed\nMove over darling\nHow can I resist\nMove over darling\nPlease give me your love, I\'m longing for you\nI need all your love, honest I do \nYou captured my heart and now that I\'m no longer free\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\n Make love to me\nMove over darling\nMake love to me\nMove over darling\nMove over darling\nMove over darling ",0 +3139,Billy_Joel___The_Downeaster_Alexa,sad, "The Downeaster “Alexa” \nWell I\'m on the downeaster Alexa \nAnd I\'m cruising through Block Island Sound\nI have charted a course to the Vineyard\nBut tonight I am Nantucket bound\nWe took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday\nLeft this morning from the bell in Gardiner\'s Bay\nLike all the locals here I\'ve had to sell my home\nToo proud to leave, I work my fingers to the bone \n \nSo I could own my downeaster Alexa \nAnd I go where the ocean is deep\nThere are giants out there in the canyons\nAnd a good captain can\'t fall asleep\nI got bills to pay and children who need clothes\nI know there\'s fish out there, but where God only knows\nThey say these waters aren\'t what they used to be\nBut I got people back on land who count on me\n \nSo if you see my downeaster Alexa \nAnd if you work with the rod and the reel\nTell my wife I am trolling Atlantis\nAnd I still have my hands on the wheel \n \nYay-o\nYay-o\nYay-o\nYay-yay-o \n \nNow I drive my downeaster Alexa \nMore and more miles from shore every year\nSince they told me I can\'t sell no stripers\nAnd there\'s no luck in swordfishing here\nI was a bayman like my father was before\nCan\'t make a living as a bayman anymore\nThere ain\'t much future for a man who works the sea\nBut there ain\'t no island left for islanders like me \n \nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-o\nYay-yay-yay-oSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 11 ",1 +6663,David_Usher___Black_Black_Heart,calm, "Black Black Heart Something ugly this way comes\nThrough my fingers sliding inside\nAll these blessings all these burns\nI\'m godless underneath your cover\nSearch for pleasure search for pain\nIn this world now I am undying\nI unfurl my flag my nation helpless \nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI\'m on fire I\'m rotting to the core\nI\'m eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAs I begin to lose my grip\nOn these realities your sending\nTaste your mind and taste your sex\nI\'m naked underneath your cover\nCovers lie and we will bend and borrow\nWith the coming sign\nThe tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape \nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI\'m on fire I\'m rotting to the core\nI\'m eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds \nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI\'m on fire I\'m rotting to the core\nI\'m eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds 1 ",2 +5522,Clann_Zu___One_Bedroom_Apartment,sad, "One Bedroom Apartment Don\'t leave me\nI\'m bleeding\nAll over this linoleum floor \nI\'m still in disbelief\nI\'m drowning\nBetween the clear and blackening \nFrom morning until night\nI\'m losing sight\nOf all the beautiful things\nThere\'s nothing here for me\nWithout you\nRight here beside me, why\'d you go and go? \nWhy\'d you go and leave me here\nTo rot inside this empty place?\nI know that you are going far away \nFrom morning until night\nI\'m losing sight\nOf all the beautiful things \nA man sits naked in the middle of the room of a one bedroom apartment in New York City\nAnd no one knows he\'s there and no one\'s left to care whether or not the next drop comes out\nAnd the blood would be warm and the blood would hug him just like she used to\nBefore she left him in this fucking mess where only one sentence repeats itself and this is it:\nIt says, I will never love again, and I will never love again \nAnd on the fifth day he placed everything he owned in the centre of the room and he watched it burn\nAs he recited all of the beautiful words that had ever come out of her mouth\nAnd these are the same words that mock him now and tell him that she\'s not coming back\nThat he is nothing, not worth a fuck, and only one sentence repeats itself:\nSays, I will never love again, and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again \nAnd for the first time in 25 years he cried rivers of black shitty oil that careered down his chest\nAs the dam to his past broke, exploding, and it\'s sinking all of his future now\nAnd that was then and this is now as the animals reach their fever pitch\nAnd the windows implode in silence out of respect for the dying, out of respect for the dead\nSays, I will never love again and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again \n And before he can say stop he\'s running down the street to the beat of his feet and past all the faces\nPast all the places he\'s ever known, past all the traces he\'s left of himself\nAnd into the sky and into the air, past all the stars as he\'s screaming out, Why? \nOver the ocean in search of the only love that he will ever have\nSays, I will never love again, and I will never love again\nAnd I will never love again and I will never love again ",1 +5279,China_Crisis___Wall_Of_God,happy, "Wall of God Down on the seabed\nCrushed by the wave\nTwisted for money\nBorn I a slave\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don\'t you fall in\nFever in my hands \nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have touched on greater meaning\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have given myself to learning\nThere was a freedom\nHard to define\nVain and outspoken\nLike no friend of mine\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don\'t you fall in\nFever in my hands \nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have touched on greater meaning\nAnd for the first time\nIn my small world\nI have given myself to learning \nSail on me sailor\nFrom London to Cairo\nDrugged up like fisherman\nAnd cast of our halo\nDevil on my back\nUnderneath my skin\nLaugh at affliction\nKnock but don\'t you fall in\nFever in my hands",0 +5292,Chris_Bell___Speed_Of_Sound,sad, "Speed of Sound I remember the first time\nYou said you loved me\nI waited all weekend\nYou never called me \nSo you find him attractive\nSo what if he is\nYou\'d like some excitement\nWe could go to St. Kitts \nSo it goes\nOn and on\nMy love grows\nAnd yours is gone\nA lonely existence\nWell it\'s just a lie\nIf there is a reason\nI\'d like to know why \nSomething I want you to know\nI\'ve told you this once before\nDon\'t want you to see him no more \nOnce again\nYou\'ve let me down\nBroke my heart\nAnd turned me round \nThere\'s a light in the darkness\nIt doesn\'t seem far\nThere\'s something the matter\nThat\'s brought us ajar \nThe plane goes down\nWill not land\nPilot\'s dead\nNowhere to be found",1 +3944,Bossa_Nostra___Jackie,calm, "Jackie Jackie has a thing\nEven if the thing is not so hot\nShe knows right now it\'s all she\'s got\nAnd she can make it swing \nJackie has a past\nEven if she\'s trying to forget\nBetween the stage lights and the sweat\nOh, she will blow the past away \n \nLa la la la la\nLife is just a lonely night of shivering\nLa la la la la\nLike a long lost child who\'s on his own again\nLa la la la la\nLife is just a bitter tone with sad refrain\nGotta find a way to bear the strain\nJackie sings her pain\nUmm um umm um \nPapa was so strong\nYes, he was a strong and charming man\nAnd Jackie did not understand\nWhy you could feel so wrong \nAt the paradise\nEven if the pay is not so great\nAnd Jackie has to work till late\nBy night she sings her pain away \n \nJackie works her batch\nEvery single song she sings is slow\nAnd when the crowd begins to go\nShe starts from scratch \n ",2 +3368,Black_Sabbath___Killing_Yourself_To_Live,sad, "Killing Yourself to Live \nWell, people look and people stare\nWell, I don’t think that I even care\nYou work your life away and what do they give?\nYou\'re only killing yourself to live \n \nKilling yourself to live\nKilling yourself to live \n \nJust take a look around you, what do you see?\nPain, suffering, and misery\nIt\'s not the way that the world was meant\nIt\'s a pity, you don\'t understand\n \nKilling yourself to live\nKilling yourself to live \n \n \nI\'m telling you, believe in me, nobody else will tell you\nOpen your eyes and see the lies, oh yeah\nSmoke it, get high\nYou think that I\'m crazy and, baby, I know that it\'s true\nBefore that you know it I think that you\'ll go crazy too \n \n \nI don\'t know if I\'m up or down\nWhether black is white or blue is brown\nThe colors of my life are all different somehow\nLittle boy blue\'s a big girl now\nSo you think it\'s me who\'s strange\nBut you\'ve never had to make the change\nNever give your trust away\nYou\'ll end up paying till your dying day 5 ",1 +2730,Belle__Sebastian___The_Fox_In_The_Snow,sad, "The Fox in the Snow \nFox in the snow, where do you go\nTo find something you could eat?\nBecause the word out on the street is you are starving\nDon\'t let yourself grow hungry now, don\'t let yourself grow cold\nFox in the snow \n \nGirl in the snow, where do you go\nTo find someone who will do?\nTo tell someone all the truth before it kills you\nAnd listen to your crazy laugh before you hang a right\nAnd disappear from sight\n \nWhat do they know anyway?\nYou\'ll read it in a book\nWhat do they know anyway?\nYou\'ll read it in a book tonight \n \nBoy on the bike, what are you like\nAs you cycle round the town?\nYou\'re going up, you\'re going down, you\'re going nowhere\nIt\'s not as if they\'re paying you, it\'s not as if it\'s fun\nAt least not anymore \n \nWhen your legs are black and blue\nIt\'s time to take a break\nWhen your legs are black and blue\nTime to take a holiday \n \nKid in the snow, way to go\nIt only happens once a year\nIt only happens once a lifetime, make the most of it\nSecond just to being born, second to dying too\nWhat else would you do?\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 \nWhat else would you do?\nWhat else would you do?\nWhat else would you do?\nFox in the snow When your legs are black and blue\nFox in the snow It\'s not as if they\'re paying you\nFox in the snow When your legs are black and blue\nFox in the snow It\'s not as if they\'re paying you\nFox in the snow\nFox in the snow5 ",1 +2332,Backstreet_Boys___Never_Gone,happy, "Never Gone \nThe things we did, the things we said\nKeep coming back to me\nAnd make me smile again\nYou showed me how to face the truth\nEverything that\'s good in me I owe to you \n \nThough the distance that\'s between us\nNow may seem to be too far\nIt will never separate us\nDeep inside I know you are...\n[Chorus: Nick with All, Nick & Brian]\nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close, everyday\nEvery step along the way\nEven though for now\nWe\'ve got to say goodbye\nI know you will be forever in my life\nIn my life, yeah Never gone \n \nNo, no, no!\nI walk alone these empty streets\nThere is not a second you\'re not here with me\nThe love you gave, the grace you\'ve shown\nWill always give me strength\nAnd be my cornerstone \n \nSomehow\nSomehow you found a way\nTo see the best I have in me\nAs long as time goes on\nI swear to you that you will be... \n[Chorus: AJ with All, AJ & Kevin, AJ, Kevin with All]\nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close always close\nEveryday everyday, yeah!\nEvery step along the way\nEven though for now\nWe\'ve got to say goodbye\nI know you will be forever in my life\nIn my life, yeah!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nNever gone from me gone from me\nIf there\'s one thing I believe I believe\nI will see you somewhere down the road again \n \nNever gone, never gone! never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close always close, everyday everyday\nEvery step along the way way\nEven though for now\nWe\'ve got to say goodbye yeah yeah\nI know you will be forever in my life in my life\nNever gone, never gone! never far\nIn my heart is where you are\nIn my heart is where you are\nAlways close, everyday\nEvery step along the way \n \nNever gone, never far\nIn my heart is where you are ",0 +9587,Frog_Eyes___Idle_Songs,anger, "Idle Songs O the Roman ambassador\nWas torn apart-apart by plaster\nAnd reassembled after:\nThe 40 years of bombing:\nThey were wild and they were crying, in the picture\nWhere the smoke cleared\nTear your body from your beard\nAnd watch as the planes burn the boats from the isle \nA board is a board\nWhen the pulpit meets the sword\nAnd the poet has been bored\nHe\'s seen Fire and he\'s seen Pain\nAnd the tedium has stained\nO Vergil, get your rake out there\'s a pastor to be pulled\nAnd 60 miles west of Rome: I stopped some dreadful hoard. \nAnd I, I will let my body go\nAnd when it goes and then it stinks\nThere will be beauty in its stink\nAnd the last rays of the fink\nWill suppose themselves to shine\nUpon the corpse of Stinking Gold\nThat has fallen into brine\nIdle song ",3 +8640,Evanescence___Taking_Over_Me,sad, "Taking Over Me \nYou don\'t remember me but I remember you\nI lie awake and try so hard not to think of you\nBut who can decide what they dream?\nAnd dream I do \n \nI believe in you\nI\'ll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou\'re taking over me\n \nHave you forgotten all I know\nAnd all we had?\nYou saw me mourning my love for you\nAnd touched my hand\nI knew you loved me then \n \nI believe in you\nI\'ll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou\'re taking over me \n \nI look in the mirror and see your face\nIf I look deep enough\nSo many things inside that are just like you are taking over \n \nI believe in you\nI\'ll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou\'re taking over me \n \nI believe in you\nI\'ll give up everything just to find you\nI have to be with you to live, to breathe\nYou\'re taking over me\n \nTaking over me\nYou\'re taking over me\nTaking over me\nTaking over me12 ",1 +7900,Elbow___any_day_now,sad, "Any Day Now What\'s got into me?\nCan\'t believe myself\nMust be someone else\nMust be someone else\nMust be \n \nAny day now\nHows about\nGetting out of this place\nAny ways\nWe got a lot of spare time\nSome of my youth\nAnd all of my senses on overdrive\nWhat\'s got into me?\nCan\'t believe myself\nMust be \n \nDon\'t play Coltrane\nYou will sleep at the wheel\nEyes on horizon\nDon\'t sleep at the wheel",1 +1522,Anthony_Hamilton___Dear_Life,sad, "Dear Life Oh my baby\nOh my love\nOoh oh oh \nEarly was the morn\nFlowers filled with dew\nI became somebody through loving you\nSoftly as a child born in natural rain\nI predict the seasons to go unchanged \nSometimes in life\nYou run across a love unknown\nWithout a reason\nIt seems like you belong\nHold on, dear life\nDon\'t go off running from what\'s new\nI became somebody through loving you\nWarm was the sun that covered my body so\nReminded me of you as I\'d first known\nThose were the days\nThe days that changed my life and made me new\nI became somebody through loving you \nSometimes in life\nYou run across a love unknown\nWithout a reason\nIt feels like you belong\nHold on, dear life\nDon\'t go off running from what\'s new\nI became somebody through loving you \nAs the sun shined down on me\nI know with you in love is where I wanna be\nOh sometimes, I go on through life\nThinking that love is something that\'s not meant for me \nWoah, somebody, somebody \nHold on, dear life\nDon\'t go off running from what\'s new\nI became somebody through loving you\nI became somebody through loving you\nOh, I became somebody through loving you\nWoah oh oohSee Anthony Hamilton LiveGet tickets as low as $89 2 ",1 +5928,Cradle_Of_Filth___Tortured_Soul_Asylum,sad, "Tortured Soul Asylum Oh, sweet Midian\nI burn for thee at heart\nDon\'t despair me\nCome bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather\nTo where pleasure rings deep secrets\nIn spurts after dark \nUnder full moons waxing lyrically\nDeath\'s poetry floods the soul\nLike the freezing seed of a demon freed\nTo curse the stars with vertigo\nAnd in their dance, in trance I\'ve prised wide\nSlick rifts twist obsidian thighs\nHymeneal gates to darker sides\nA glimpse of plinths where Midian lies\nMidian \nHaunted by this portent\nThis obsession in my mind\nWith a city sunk below\nTall cedar groves and graves sublime\nSporting their importance\nMarble wings spread to the skies\nA vale of dreams that it would seem\nThe daylights race to leave behind \nThese visions struck like a furious fuck\nNailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls\nFlashes of lust to dust\nSplashed across my psychic pall\nAs hybrid lovers reached their cusp\nWith final thrusts I saw it all \nForbidden Midian\nA long fabled Judecca\nA sanctuary for sin\nTo rival Heaven\nFree of Eden\'s tragic wreck\nSmall mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault\nGaunt, haunched edifices\nMidst lightfingered mists\nFrom whence more awful shadows\nDrew back rusted bolts\nAnd dared a threshold\nThe searing sun had knelt to kiss\n Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth\nThe Tribes of Christ will not forgive\nAnd shall not suffer their kind to live \nFor I, mesmerized, started not from tombs\nOr their waltz so sibilant\nThrough the gathering gloom\nBut from flumes of the moon in bloom\nBaring cach a face effaced\nAnd raped in the womb \nIn hidden Midian\nA vatican lying in state\nFor the sanctity of sin\nTo rival Heaven\nAbove Eden\'s birth defects\nSmall mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault\nCaught twisted whispers where fisted sisters\nHaunched, flaunted orifice\nMidst lighter fingered mists\nWhilst I watched without revolt\nCarnalities few beasts permit \nBetween the dog and wolf\nBared fangs met in intercourse\nA nightly rite of teeth and cunt\nFor those below who rose to hunt\nSaw sights that preyed on me for days\nAnd in laudenum\'s haze\nI painted them all\nThe slew of sith and kin\nI drew in blood, my veins in thrall\nTo Deathugees at peace within\nCrotesques and wolves in womens\' skins\nThe raven winged and missing limbed\nSuicides and split thighed Seraphim\nAnd marble stairs\nStargazers dare\nAscend like prayer \nUnder fullmoons waxing lyrically\nDeath\'s poetry floods the soul\nLike the recking weed of a demon freed\nTo curse the star with vertigo\nAnd in their dance, in trance I prise wide\nSlick rifts twist obsidian thighs\nHymeneal gates to other sides\nA labyrinth wherein Midian hides \nMidian \nI know I\'ve seen\nThrough the blackbacked mirrors in sanity\nLucent prides amassed in last retreat\nPurient souls but no more freaks\nThan those leashing dreams at harm\'s length from me\nAnd just like grim ascension prophecies\nMy revenge, carved deep, will be\nA grisly plot that reads\nLike my filthy white ward spattered with their screams\nWhen my Deviliverers come from fog for me \nPlease come for me \nExhuming the moon\nThrough the bars in my room\nThe sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through\nBut no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes\nNo Cenobites come to clame me from you \nNo! No! No!\nDon\'t leave here in this storm weathered cell\nNo! No! No!\nWith prophets and losses\nAnd dead men from crosses\nMy fate is a preview of derelict Hell \nMidian1 ",1 +1719,Arcade_Fire___Wake_Up,sad, "Wake Up \nSomething filled up\nMy heart with nothing\nSomeone told me not to cry\nBut now that I\'m older\nMy heart\'s colder\nAnd I can see that it\'s a lie \n \nChildren, wake up\nHold your mistake up\nBefore they turn the summer into dust\nIf the children don\'t grow up\nOur bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up\nWe\'re just a million little gods causing rain storms\nTurning every good thing to rust\nI guess we\'ll just have to adjust \n \nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am going to be\nWhen the reaper he reaches and touches my hand \nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am going\nWith my lightning bolts a-glowing\nI can see where I am go-going \nYou better look out below!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 35 ",1 +8526,Escape_The_Fate___My_Apocalypse,sad, "My Apocalypse \nThere\'s a place that I\'ve found\nAs far as I can see\nThis place lies within\nThe depths of my dreams\nIn a garden surrounded\nBy fire and trees\nThrough the smoke a silhouette I can barely see\nThere\'s a man with an axe\nStanding in the rain\nLooked me straight in my eye\nThis is what he had to say\n \nNever fall asleep\nYou won\'t wake up\nDestroy the guillotine\nBefore he does \n \nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nThe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows The ways of burning down this house \n \nEnd transmission\nThe satellites are down\nI need an earthquake\nTo shake this pity\nOff the ground \n \nJust don\'t trust these liars at the door\nYou have to find a better way\nKill the ones that have these answers for\nThe questions I will never say\nNever fall asleep\nYou won\'t wake up\nDestroy the guillotine\nBefore he does\n \nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nthe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows\nThe ways of burning down this house \n \nEnd transmission\nThe satellites are down\nI need an earthquake\nTo shake this pity\nOff the ground \n \nAll the vibrant colors I see\nAnd the shades that fill the grey\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain, the pain\nPain\n \nI walk with shadows\nYou have to find a better way\nI walk with shadows\nthe questions I will never say\nHiding from the gallows\nThey keep me safe and sound\nSo I walk in shadows\nThe ways of burning down this house8 ",1 +6401,Danzig___Godless,sad, "Godless \nGodless feeling in me\nNight after night\nGodless feeling in me\nBorn of their lives \n \nYou gave me all of this and more, yeah that\'s for sure\nI can\'t believe in all your pain\nUnder the draining of a Christian deity\'s blood\nYou tell your chidren they\'re insane, yeah\n \nI couldn\'t love it anymore\nHad to listen to my heart\nCouldn\'t take it anymore\nSo you leave me godless \n \nJust spread your tentacles of hate around my life\nI\'ve taken more than you could ever give\nYou can\'t believe that someone challenges your right\nI\'m gonna send you back your pain, hey \n \nI couldn\'t love it anymore\nHad to listen to my heart\nCouldn\'t take it anymore\nSo you leave me godless \n \nI ask all who have gathered here to join me in this feast\nMay we always be strong in body, spirit and mind\nAnd all of those who would try to harm us\nLet them be cast aside 1 ",1 +995,Amanda_Marshall___Wishful_Thinking,sad, "Wishful Thinking I will wait for you\nLike I promised I would do\nThough it brings me pain\nAnd you always knew\nWhat to say to lead me to\nBelieve it\'s not in vain \nI was safe and secure when you were with me\nBut it only could last till the day that she\nTook you back again\nCHORUS:\nAnd so I get by\nOn wishful thinking\nThat when you come home\nYou\'ll want to stay\nGive me your hand--\nKeep me from sinking\nAnother day\nOf wishful thinking \nSometimes it\'s lonely\nAnd faith don\'t come easy\nThe dreams begin to fade\nThen you reassure me\nHow good it\'s gonna be\nWhen you come back some day \nYou said you\'d be back after you said goodbye\nI have to believe that it wasn\'t a lie\nAnd you\'ll be here again \nCHORUS \nI was safe and secure when you were with me\nBut it only could last till the day that she\nTook you back again\n CHORUS \nAnother day\nOf wishful thinking\nGive me your hand--and save me\nFrom sinking... ",1 +6364,Daniel_Lanois___Fire,sad, "Fire My angel I promised her\nWe\'d be dressed in a cloud\nStanding on pillars of fire\nSinging out loud \nShot from truth and love, not darkness\nWith the moon under your feet\nWhere birth goes on and rides terror\nMy shine will be complete \nWith your fire\nYour fire\nMy tremolo\nYou\'re my fire\nEvery so softly it grows\nWhen you don\'t wear your armour\nCrushing the burden\nAnd confusion soar \nTrembling high on every leaf\nRaining light down on your belief\nOh my angel, I’m burdened by the race\nI\'ll go down burning in your embrace \nOn fire\nFire\nMy tremolo\nYou\'re my fire \nDon\'t take away my shine\nMy shine is all I have\nMy heat, my love\nMy beauty and my glad\nIt worries me sometimes\nThat I want love\nAnd live a life of sad \nMy tremolo\nSweet baby\nMy fire\nMy desire\nFire",1 +7122,Diary_of_Dreams___Drop_dead,sad, "Drop Dead Drop dead-permanently gorgeous\nIn the mood to lose control \nGo leave me as my best friend, but please\nStay out of sight\nI hunger for the next one-tonight \nAre you cleaned in your soul?\nOr is a victim the one who speaks the truth? \nWhat can you tell about a person with a gun?\nCome on, give up, give up!\nMy little servant is just like a tattoo\nYou cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go \nMaybe it may be, that you need shelter\nRun for help, run for miles and find no one to blame! \nI cannot see you\nI cannot feel you\nI cannot sense the distance to you at all ",1 +9287,Fly_My_Pretties___Bag_Of_Money,calm, "Bag Of Money Yeah\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour\nHa\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour, yeah\nHave you seen my bag of money?\nI left it in the parlour\nIt was your party and they were your friends\nI see you got a nice new car and a brand new pair of pants\nI\'m sure its gone, yeah\nI\'m sure its gone, oh no, yeah\nWhere could it be, oh \nHave you seen my bag of money\nI left it in the parlour\nIt was your party and they were your friends\nI see you got a nice new car and a brand new pair of pants \nOh\nUh oh eh-eh-eh-ay \nI\'m sure its gone\nYeah\nI\'m sure its gone oh no\nI\'m sure its gone\nWhere could it be?",2 +7582,Duffy___Stepping_Stone,sad, "Stepping Stone \nI remember way back way back when\nI said I never wanna see your face again\n\'Cause you were loving, yes, you were loving somebody else\nAnd I knew, oh yes, I knew I couldn\'t control myself\nAnd now they bring you back into my life again\nAnd so I put on a face just like your friends\nBut I think you know, oh yes, you know what\'s going on\n\'Cause the feelings in me, oh yes, in me are burning strong \n \nBut I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI\'m standing upright on my own\n \nYou used to call me up from time to time\nAnd it would be so hard for me not to cross the line\nThe words of love lay on my lips just like a curse\nAnd I knew, oh yes, I knew they\'d only make it worse\nAnd now you have the nerve to play along\nJust like the maestro beats in your song\nYou get your kicks, you get your kicks from playing me\nAnd the less you give, the more I want, so foolishly \n \nBut I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI\'m standing upright on my own, own\nNo, I will never be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI\'m standing upright on my own \n \nNever be your stepping stone\nTake it all or leave me alone\nI will never be your stepping stone\nI\'m standing upright on my own",1 +9374,Forest_Fire___Sunshine_City,happy, "Sunshine City I have sunshine in my mind\nAnd I don\'t care if what you say is true\nIf you are to me and I am to you\nI have sunshine in my mind",0 +5236,Chiara_Civello___Caramel,happy, "Caramel It won\'t do\nTo dream of caramel\nTo think of cinnamon\nAnd long for you \nIt won\'t do\nTo stir a deep desire\nTo fan a hidden fire\nThat can never burn true \nI know your name\nI know your skin\nI know the way\nThese things begin;\nBut I don\'t know\nHow I would live with myself\nWhat I\'d forgive of myself\nIf you don\'t go \nSo goodbye\nSweet appetite\nNo single bite\nCould satisfy... \nI know your name\nI know your skin\nI know the way\nThese things begin; \nBut I don\'t know\nWhat I would give of myself\nHow I would live with myself\nIf you don\'t go \nIt won\'t do\nTo dream of caramel\nTo think of cinnamon\nAnd long\nFor you",0 +7579,Dubstar___Arc_Of_Fire,happy, "Arc Of Fire We are the crime of ages\nWe are the dying babies\nSounding wars\nThe land is dead\nThe pact is over \nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire\nWe\'ve seen too many changes\nWe\'ve seen your silent faces\nLife is dead\nKnow our truth\nThe peace is ended \nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire \nTake your mothers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nBurn your lives\nJoin our arc of fire \nWe are strong\nThe world is ours\nYour lives are taken \nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nLeave your homes\nJoin our arc of fire \nTake your fathers to the ocean\nJoin our arc of fire\nBurn your lives\nJoin our arc of fire\n Burn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nBurn your\nFire ",0 +9656,Funkadelic___Groovallegiance,happy, "Groovallegiance \n\'Bout that time\nThey asked me where was I going you know\nI, said, well\nYou have to be reasonable\nSo you know\nI\'ve never been away from home before\nAnd, uh, besides they gave me a good deal\nAnd I think that, uh\nFunkadelica is\nYou know, the nation\nThat, you know, I would like to, live under\nWhat in the world is this boy talking about?\n \nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nUh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk\nOf da United Funk of Funkadelica\nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nI pledge groovallegiance to the flag\nOf funky, funky, Funkadelica, yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nUh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk\nWith the united funk we can fly! \n \nFor if our cause was unjust\nWe couldn\'t bring this funk to you\nSo we feel that it\'s a must\nIt is something we should do\nYou know \nLet me take you by the hand\nAnd spread the funk across the land\nIt\'s not hard to understand\nHeadin\' for the master plan \n \nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nOh yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nOh Yea-Hoo\nDey do do da funk\nDo da funk-de e de dee\n \nPardon me, but I can tell\nWe know each other very well\nTake my funk and let it grow\nAnd then we\'ll funk some more \nPlease come on, come all to the funk\nLet your feelings grow as one\nJoin this nation, you will see\nThat we can make you free\nDip-Dip de-diddy-de-dep-dee \n \nPledge a groovallegiance to the funk\nOh yeah\nThe United Funk of Funkadelica\nOh yeah\nDo dey, do dey funk?\nOh yeah\nDo dey funk?\nUn, hum\nDo dey funk? \n \nSo if you just take the time\nYou\'d see we need to draw the line\nWhen we do I\'m sure you\'ll find\nThat we come to free your mind\nOh yeah\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow\nDo-doop--doop-do-wow \nDo you promise to funk, the whole funk and\nNothing but the funk\nGo forth and funk \n \nI am sorry I have but one funk to give to my nation\nOne nation under a groove\nThink! it ain\'t illegal yet \nIn funk we trust\nDo you pledge grooveallegiance to the funk?\nOne nation under a groove\nIt ain\'t illegal yet \nI believe in the funk! ",0 +2849,Ben_Kweller___I_Need_You_Back,happy, "I Need You Back Take me back when you think that it\'s good\nIt feels worse than they said it would\nYou\'re gone but not forever\nWhen I know that I\'m never wanted\nI tuck away in my turtle shell\nI\'ve standed on this hex forever \nI need ou back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear \nHey! I need you back\nLike a ghost in his darkest visit\nYou got my sould, now baby why is it\nGone gone gone? Take it from me\nYou are free if you can sleep at night\nYou really must be hard if you\'re feeling alright\nHey hey hey, we\'re way uptowwn, we gotta turn around \nI need you back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear \nHey! I need you back \nI need you back, I need you here\nTo take away all of my pain and then my fear \nHey! I need you back\nI\'m so lost without you",0 +3737,Boards_of_Canada___Telephasic_Workshop,calm, "Telephasic Workshop \nTwist\nYou know, this is a very personal moment, I can assume\nThis is necessary\nActivate tradition \n \nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nBordering Canada\nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nTwenty-cent!\nBordering Canada ",2 +8393,Entombed___Chief_Rebel_Angel,sad, "Chief Rebel Angel \nDown here on the ground\nSince it all began\nExperiment in moral and behavior\nIn spite of all imperfection\nI\'m a fan of man\nThe worm is my rose too \n \nMany my name\nBut one and the same\nChaos, being\nAnd the everlasting flame\n \nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star! \n \nDon\'t get too cocky\nKeep yourself small\nDon\'t ever let them see you coming\nLook at me\nUnderestimated from day one\nYou never see me coming\nI\'m a surprise \n \nSolid my game\nWe\'re one and the same\nThe chaos, the being\nAnd the everlasting flame!\n \nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star! \n \nWatching, waiting\nHolding my breath\nBut I\'m no puppeteer\nThe stage is set\nYou pull your own strings now\nLike butterfly wings\nOnce they\'re touched\nThey never leave the ground\nNo, I don\'t make things happen here! \n \nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay it!\nChief rebel angel!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nStand up!\nIn praise of the morning star!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name!\nPhosphoros\nLucifer\nSay my name! ",1 +5901,Cowboy_Junkies___I_Dont_Get_It,sad, "I Don’t Get It Breaking away to the other side\nI wanna make sense of why we live and die\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it \nI ask my friends if they understand\nThey just laugh at me and watch another band\nThey don\'t worry, they don\'t worry \nLookin\' for a way to lose my load\nI wanna make it easy to walk this road\nI can\'t find it, yeah I can\'t find it\nYeah, I\'m looking for answers in so many places\nI open my mind\nI don\'t get it \nWalkin\' this earth and keepin\' my peace\nI do what I want but the price is steep\nIt don\'t seem right, it don\'t seem right \nMy mama she told me One step at a time\nAnd sooner or later you\'ll walk that line \nI don\'t want to, I don\'t want to \nTakin\' my time to live and die\nI wanna find a way to do it right\nAnd I ease on, and I ease on \nThey say One thing always leads to another \nI open my mind\nI don\'t get it \nBreaking away to the other side\nI wanna make sense of why we live and die\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it\nI don\'t get it, I don\'t get it\nI don\'t get itSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 ",1 +3392,Black_Tambourine___Black_Car,sad, "Black Car In your black car\nAnd your front seat too\nTouch your hair and feel your knee\nTry to make a plan and try to\nTell you that I think you\'re me \nI watch you\nBut you don\'t see me\nI\'ll touch you\nBut it\'s in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won\'t you see\nI\'ll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm\nStill feel now the starter is dead too\nShed our clothes and take a swim\nClose my eyes and hold your hand down\nWeighing on a rescued limb \nI watch you\nBut you don\'t see me\nI\'ll touch you\nBut it\'s in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won\'t you see\nI\'ll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm \nWe\'re gonna see her in your black car\nTake the wheel and drive us far\nAll we have is you and me\nMy tambourine and your guitar \nI watch you\nBut you don\'t see me\nI\'ll touch you\nBut it\'s in my dreams\nI watch you ooh ooh\nOh why won\'t you see\nI\'ll touch you ooh ooh\nBut why must I dreammmmmmm",1 +4589,Busted___Crashed_The_Wedding,happy, "Crashed the Wedding \nI\'m so rushed off my feet\nLooking for Gordon Street\nSo much I need to say\nI\'m sorry that it\'s on her wedding day \n \nCause she\'s so right for me\nHer daddy disagrees\nHe\'s always hated me\nBecause I never got a J-O-B\nCause she\'s mine\n \nAnd I\'m glad I crashed the wedding\nIt\'s better than regretting\nI could have been a loser kid\nWho ran away and hid\nBut it\'s the best thing that I ever did\nCause true love lasts forever\nAnd now we\'re back together\nAs if he never met her\nSo looking back\nI\'m glad I crashed the wedding \n \nThe neighbours spread the word\nAnd my mum cried when she heard\nI stole my girl away\nFrom everybody gathered there that day\nAnd just in time \n \nAnd I\'m glad I crashed the wedding\nIt\'s better than regretting\nI could have been a loser kid\nWho ran away and hid\nI said I\'d do it and I did\nCause true love lasts forever\nAnd now we\'re back together\nAs if he never met her\nSo looking back\nI\'m glad I crashed the wedding\n \nDon\'t wish her being\nMad at me for taking her away\nCause anyway she didn\'t wanna stay\nSo please believe me when I say\nShe\'s glad I crashed the wedding\nIt\'s better than regretting\nThe ring she got was lame\nShe couldn\'t take the pain\nShe didn\'t want a silly second name \n \nTrue love lasts forever\nAnd now we\'re back together\nHe might aswell forget her\nAnd walk away\nShe\'s glad I crashed the wedding\nWe\'re back together\nIt\'s better than regretting\nIt\'s better than regretting\nThe ring she got was lame\nShe couldn\'t take the pain\nShe didn\'t wanna silly second name\nNo, no no-no\nCause true love lasts forever\nTrue love lasts\nAnd now we\'re back together\n \nHe might aswell forget her\nAnd walk away\nShe\'s glad I crashed the wedding1 ",0 +1052,Amerie___Take_Control,happy, "Take Control \nBop it\nBop it\nHey!\nWait a minute\nHey! \n \nI said baby, I love the way that you hold me\nAnd you touch me li-like you know me\nSee I don\'t want nobody else, huh\nAnd I, I\'m 'bout to offer all I can give him\n\'Cause I\'m a slave to his rhythm\nI said I just can\'t help myself\n \n\'Cause baby I love ya I love ya\nAnd I trust ya And I trust ya\nYou don\'t have to worry 'bout nothing Ooh\nOoh I\'m alive right now, look at me\nAnd I want ya I want ya\nNo I need ya No I need ya\nAnd I\'ll do anything to please ya Ooh\nI just want you to take control of me Take control \n \nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now\nDon\'t stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby \n \nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control\n \nI said baby, I gotta tell you how much I love it\nThe way you kiss my neck in public\nI try my best not to blush\nEven when, an argument comes around\nYou take the time to break it down\nAnd you\'re never ever in a rush\nNever never never ever, never ever \n \nAnd I\'m scared I\'m scared\nAnd I\'m nervous And I\'m nervous\nTrying is always worth it Ooh\nOoh I\'m alive right now, look at me\nAnd I want him I want him\nI need him And I need him\nI\'ll find him, I\'ll forgive him, I\'ll feed him Ooh\nI just want you to take control of me Take control \n \nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now\nDon\'t stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby\n \nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nTake control \n \nNow if you feel what I feel, come and take control of me\nDon\'t you know how you feelin\'? Just take control of me\n\'Cause you got my soul on fire and I feel just fine\nYou got what I need, na na na na\nNa na na na, hey hey hey Hey hey hey!\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nTake control Woo! \n \nI said hey, hey\nShow me how you want it now Show me how you want it\nDo you like it when I take it down?\nI got everything\nAnd anything you need, I wanna bring it to you baby Oh\nHey, hey\nCome a little closer now Come a little closer\nDon\'t stop wanna go another round\nYou got everything\nAnd anything I need, want you to bring it to me baby Oh, yeah yeah \n \nTake control of me Take control of me Take control of me\nTake control of me Take control of me Get closer to me\nTake control of me Take control of me\nWhy don\'t you come a little closer? \n \nHey! Ooh!\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nNa na na na, hey hey hey\nHey hey hey ",0 +525,Aimee_Mann___Its_Not,sad, "It’s Not \nI keep going round and round on the same old circuit\nA wire travels underground to a vacant lot\nWhere something I can\'t see interrupts the current\nAnd shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot\nAnd from behind the screen it can look so perfect\nBut it\'s not \n \nSo here I\'m sitting in my car at the same old stop light\nI keep waiting for a change but I don\'t know what\nSo red turns into green turning into yellow\nBut I\'m just frozen here on the same old spot\nAnd all I have to do is to press the pedal\nBut I\'m not\nNo I\'m not\n \nPeople are tricky you can\'t afford to show\nAnything risky\nAnything they don\'t know\nThe moment you try\nWell kiss it goodbye \n \nSo baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator\nAnd let me fall into the dream of the astronaut\nWhere I get lost in space that goes on forever\nAnd you make all the rest just an afterthought\nAnd I believe it\'s you who could make it better\nThough it\'s not\nNo it\'s not\nNo it\'s notSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 2 ",1 +1693,Aqualung___Falling_Out_Of_Love,calm, "Falling Out Of Love Verse 1\nI watch the sun\nSee it rise and fall\nWaiting for something to change\nI get through the day\nHope to turn things around\nSeems like \nChorus x4\nI\'m falling out of love\nVerse 2\nFeeling alone\nWith you by my side\nFurther and further away\nFunny how long\nA moment can seem\nWhen you\'re trying to hold on\nFeels like \nChorus x4\nI\'m falling out of love\nYeah I\'m falling out of love \nRepeat x3\nI\'m falling out of love\nFalling, I\'m falling, I\'m falling",2 +9652,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Your_Revolution_Is_A_Joke,sad, "Your Revolution Is a Joke They stand to fight for nothing\nAnd show how stupid we\'ve become\nAs fortune favors only\nThose who care too much to see\nIt will never be OK\nAs some will say \nWe stand to fight for nothing\nSo close your eyes and stay away\nDon\'t believe their headlines\nThey poison our minds everyday\nIt will never be the same\nWith purpose buried every day\nAnd lies that lead you to the grave\nAs some will say \nAnd it will never be OK\nAs some will say\nWith purpose buried every day\nAs some will say\nLies that lead you to the grave\nAs some will say\nYour revolution is a joke\nAs I will say 1 ",1 +2190,Avenged_Sevenfold___Radiant_Eclipse,anger, "Radiant Eclipse \nTwo nights ago I was shot\nA bullet sunk straight through my skull\nA friend pulled the trigger that silenced me\nNo pain as I awoke, but dead\nSeeing the face of the man\nThe time as he lays down his gun\nI knew this was going to take place\nWhite silence, so peaceful, so numb \nNo one knows the time they\'re changing\nNo one will see through\n \nYou\'re all gone to me gone to me\nI\'ve been pulled out to watch from my eternal sleep\nIntuition and a warning to believe I will believe\nSomething was wrong and though I felt I had to stay\nMoving on seemed to be somber bliss\nWithout one goodbye\nI watch my mother shed tears \n \nNo, this gun has stopped time in its tracks\nHas altered the course of my fate\nDestiny is shattered and timeless\nClosed eyes feel the cold wind\'s embrace \n \nI\'ll watch you call, calling for me\nYou can\'t bring back time\nClose your eyes or look away\nFate exposed, won\'t let me stay\nHope will fall tonight with broken wings\nDescending entity in me \nMy voice has been taken from me\nThe more I listen, the more I have to say\n \nAnd taste the blood that she cries\nAnd taste the blood that she cries \n \nI\'ll watch you call, calling for me\nYou can\'t bring back time\nClose your eyes or look away\nFate exposed, won\'t let me stay\nHope will fall tonight with broken wings\nDescending entity in me2 ",3 +3429,Blackmores_Night___Home_again,happy, "Home Again I\'ve been many places\nI\'ve travelled 'round the world\nAlways on the search for something new\nBut what does it matter\nWhen all the roads I\'ve crossed\nAlways seem to lead back to you \nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again \nWhen you play with fire\nSometimes you get burned\nIt happens when you take a chance or two\nBut time is never wasted\nWhen you\'ve lived and learned\nAnd in time it all comes back to you \nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again \nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\n La-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again \nAnd when I got weary\nI\'d sit a while and rest\nMemories invading my mind\nAll this things I\'d treasured\nThe ones I\'d loved the best\nWere the things that I\'d left behind \nOld familiar faces\nEveryone you meet\nFollowing the ways of the land\nCobblestones and lanterns\nLining every street\nCalling me to come home again \nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again \nLa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nLa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again\nLaughing in the sunlight\nRunning down the lane\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again \nDancing in the moonlight\nSinging in the rain\nOh, it\'s good to be back home again1 ",0 +4826,Carbon_Leaf___What_About_Everything,happy, "What About Everything? \nHoliday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves\nThat didn\'t fall with the fall, and now they clatter in vain\nHoliday sky, midnight clear\nWind is high, hard to steer\nOld muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane\nIn search of some rest, in search of a break\nFrom a life of tests where something\'s always at stake\nWhere something\'s always so far\nWhat about my broken car?\nWhat about my life so far?\nWhat about my dream?\nWhat about\n \nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nI am not in need \n \nGet away and come with me\nCome away with me and we\'ll see\nIf I was right on that night, that a future was made\nBefore time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clear\nIt\'s school, then work and then life that just sharpens the blade\nI think about time for fun\nI think about time for play\nThen I think about being done, with no resume\nWith no one left to blame\nWhat about fortune and fame?\nWhat about your love to obtain?\nWhat about the ring?\nWhat about \n \nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nI am not in need\n \nHoliday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me\nThe hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain\nHoliday sky, midnight clear\nWind is high on this pier\nI find it hard to complain when compared with what about \n \nWhat about everything?\nWhat about aeroplanes?\nAnd what about ships that drank the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about the moon and stars?\nWhat about soldier battle scars\nAnd all the anger that they eat?\nWhat about\nWhat about aliens? What about you and me and\nWhat about gold beneath the sea?\nWhat about\nWhat about when buildings fall?\nWhat about that midnight phone call\nThe one that wakes you from your peace?\nWell, I am not, I am not, I am not in need ",0 +8782,Failure___Another_Space_Song,sad, "Another Space Song The solar panel\'s shining face\nIs smiling back on me\nTwisting off into the sun\nIt\'s okay to be lonely \nAll my missions float away\nI never trained too hard\nI\'m so caught up in the tree of stars\nFalling in my backyard\nShe\'ll always be what I can\'t find\nShe\'ll always be where I break down\nShe\'ll always hide behind a star\nI\'ll always dream she can\'t be far\nI\'ve got no Houston to whine down to\nI\'ve got no protocol\nGravity\'s so far away\nWrapped on that shrinking ball \nI eclipsed my memories\nSleeping inside this pod\nPatient time will carry me\nOn her back without a sigh \nAnd I won\'t let her down\nMy soul is celestial-bound\nAnd if I\'m never found\nShe\'ll always be... \nShe\'ll always be what I can\'t find\nShe\'ll always be where I break down\nShe\'ll always hide behind a star\nI\'ll always dream she can\'t be far \nShe\'ll always be what I can\'t find\nShe\'ll always be where I break down\nShe\'ll always hide behind a star\nI\'ll always dream she can\'t be far \nShe\'ll always be what I can\'t find\nShe\'ll always be where I break down\nShe\'ll always hide behind a star\nI\'ll always dream she can\'t be far\n She\'ll always be what I can\'t find\nShe\'ll always be where I break down\nShe\'ll always hide behind a star\nI\'ll always dream she can\'t be far...4 ",1 +1669,Apostle_Of_Hustle___Baby__Youre_in_Luck,calm, "Baby, You’re In Luck Last night I got your letter\nIt weighed as much as a feather\nYour words fly off the screen\nSayin\' shit that you don\'t mean\nTammy Twococks, not far from the shore\nWell I\'ll be all right if I can sleep on the floor \nBaby, you\'re in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you\'re in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you\'re in luck\nSentimental at best\nA young heart in its nest, sad song\nFrench queen on display\nHoping she don\'t go away - not now\nNow she\'s coming toward\nAnd now I feel like a sword in my side\nLast one at the club \nBaby, you\'re in luck\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you\'re in luck\nNever fever enough\nIt could be the drugs\nNever fever enough\nBaby, you\'re in luck\nNever fever enough",2 +4367,Broadcast___You_And_Me_In_Time,calm, "You and Me in Time \nYou and me in time\nYou and me in time \n \nThe river flows down\nThe flower grows up\nThe snow makes no sound\nOn the mountain top \n \nYou and me in time\nYou and me in time\n \nWe\'re saying goodbye\nWe\'re waving our hands\nThe waves and the tide\nMove the grains of sand \n \nYou and me in time",2 +2265,Az_Yet___Last_Night,happy, "Last Night \nLast night, you were so into it\nYou told me secrets that, you\'ve never told a soul\nYou were so nervous and, yet oh so comfortable\nAs we explored your image of love\nI drank your wine, as you taste mine\nI kissed your lips, you felt my body slip\nInto your soul\nI almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful \n \nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you\n \nLast night, there was no planning it\nIt was so special and, so very innocent\nWe talked of memories, our favorite fantasies\nAs we explored our visions of love\nDeep in the night, right by the fireside\nYou felt my candlelight, in your soul\nYou felt incredible, I started to explode\nI almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful \n \nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you \n \nSunlight, red red roses\nThe scent of you, it calms the heart\nThe sight of you, I fall apart\nMoonlight, the things we notice\nWhen we\'re in love, that\'s when it comes\nAnd I\'m so, I\'m so in love\n \nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you \n \nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you \n \nLast night Last night\nI was inside of you Inside of you\nLast night Last night\nWhile making love to you While making love to you\nI saw the sun The sun, the moon The moon, the mountains and the rivers\nI saw heaven when I made sweet love to you1 ",0 +8618,Evanescence___Haunted,sad, "Haunted \nLong lost words whisper slowly to me\nStill can\'t find what keeps me here\nWhen all this time I\'ve been so hollow inside\nI know you\'re still there \n \nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nFearing you, loving you\nI won\'t let you pull me down\n \nHunting you, I can smell you alive\nYour heart pounding in my head \n \nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nSaving me, raping me, watching me \n \nWatching me, wanting me\nI can feel you pull me down\nFearing you, loving you\nI won\'t let you pull me down 9 ",1 +5914,Cowboy_Junkies___To_Love_Is_To_Bury,calm, "To Love Is to Bury I buried him down by the river\n\'cause that\'s where he liked to be\nAnd every night when the moon is high\nI go there and weep openly \nHe and I were married\nBy this river 'neath this willow tree\nAnd with God and friends witnessing it\nHe pledged his life to me \nTo me he was Earth\nAnd I rooted in his soil\nI to he was Sky vast and free\nOf the burdens from which he toiled\nThen one night a terrible fight\nWords spoken better left unsaid\nWith his wedding vows ringing in my ears\nHe gave his life to me \nThey say to love is to bury\nThose demons from which we all hide\nBut tonight by this river 'neath this willow tree\nBecoming one of Earth and SkySee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",2 +4157,Bread___If,happy, "If \nIf a picture paints a thousand words\nThen why can\'t I paint you?\nThe words will never show\nThe you I\'ve come to know \n \nIf a face could launch a thousand ships\nThen where am I to go?\nThere\'s no one home but you\nYou\'re all that\'s left me too\n \nAnd when my love for life is running dry\nYou come and pour yourself on me \n \nIf a man could be two places at one time\nI\'d be with you\nTomorrow and today\nBeside you all the way \n \nIf the world should stop revolving\nSpinning slowly down to die\nI\'d spend the end with you\nAnd when the world was through \n \nThen one by one the stars would all go out\nThen you and I, would simply fly away 8 ",0 +1686,Aqua___Around_The_World,happy, "Around the World \nI\'ve been around the world - hey, hey\nI\'ve been around the world - hey, hey\nIn the kitchen where I\'m cooking what is good for me\nSpices from the globe\nLittle by little it\'s the finest meal\nIt\'s appetite for hope - come and see \n \nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI\'m realizing things ain\'t what they seem\nThat\'s the riddle of it\nThat\'s the spirit of it\nThat\'s the power of life\n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI\'ve been the only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery \n \nIn the living room I\'m cleaning up from top to floor\nThe place I love the most\nThe wall is covered up with all my souvenirs\nI\'ve got from coast to coast - come and see\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI\'m realizing things ain\'t what they seem\nThat\'s the riddle of it\nThat\'s the spirit of it\nThat\'s the power of life \n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI\'ve been only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n \nI\'m still coming around\nI keep chasing dreams\nGirl, I keep coming around - hey, hey\nI keep coming around\nAnd I can never stop\nGirl, I keep coming around\nCause if I do I\'ll walk\nAround around - hmm, around the world \n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nHey, hey Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nRound the world1 ",0 +2537,Bauhaus___Saved,sad, "Saved You\'re entering a pearl corridor\nEnding on your crimson spot\nI become unconscious, saved \nAnd just pursuing spirograph\nWith the zahra universes\nHung in middle space\nThat i promise to be you \nBut was no such thing\nI was saved, saved, saved\nOoh, ooh \nThe world does not lie\nThe place of paradise\nThe people, the people lie\nThe people lie \nOne with your body\nYou are walking peace\nWhat if things do not part\nWhat if things do not part \nPart, ooh, ooh \nSaved, saved \nYou\'re entering a pearl corridor\nLying on your crimson spot\nI become unconscious\nSaved, saved, saved, saved, saved....",1 +3929,Boo_Hewerdine___Sugar_On_The_Pill,sad, "Sugar On The Pill I asked the walls where you are today\nThey have nothing new to say\nThe windwos sighed and turned away\nOops there goes another day\nIf you\'ve got to go\nIf you\'ve got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf I lived up on the moon\nI\'d be free of the pull of you\nAnd if I never seen you\'re face\nI\'d be happy lost in space\nIf you\'ve got to go\nIf you\'ve got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf you\'ve got to go\nIf you\'ve got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nTell me when it\'s over\nTell me when it\'s gone\nSo I can move on\nAnd the mirror girl gives her a grin\nShe doesn\'t know the trouble she\'s in\nThere\'s a truth she\'ll have to meet\nBut just this one time make it sweet\nIf you\'ve got to go\nIf you\'ve got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill\nIf you\'ve got to go\nIf you\'ve got to go\nAnd I know you will\nPut some sugar on the pill",1 +11,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___Source_Tags__Codes,sad, "Source Tags & Codes This city has lost a certain holds inside\nIt feels so worn being chained here to this life\nI\'ve been around and seen one hundred scenes\nWhere those who dare to tread the wheel\nOne day find out what\'s behind that hill \nSpend half a life deciding what went wrong\nTrying to find out what took you so long\nUntil you feel it\'s all part of some crazy scheme\nIt conjures in your memories 'til\nYou discover what\'s behind that hill\nYou picked me up and we went for a drive\nInto the stained glass cavern of the night\nYou turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows\nTake me from this place I know\nThe ruined landscapes that I once called home \nI don\'t know what in this world is trying to save me\nBut I can feel its hand and it\'s guiding me in sign\nFrom lives I\'ve tried to lead\nTo the one that I received\nEach painted sign along the road\nWill melt away in source tags and in code",1 +7576,Dubstar___Not_Once_Not_Ever,calm, "Not Once, Not Ever Hello\nMy dear friend\nYour reputation quite true\nThese are thoughts I\'ve held on\nAnd saved inside for you \n\'Cause I remember\nCouldn\'t trust you once\nNot ever \nMaybe it\'s been two years\nIt could be three\nYou know it\'s hard to recall\nI was younger, I thought it was me\nMaybe you were someone else then too\n\'Cause I remember\nCouldn\'t trust you once\nNot ever\nI remember\nCouldn\'t trust you once\nNot ever \nAnd it\'s the same old thing\nYou know I said this from the start\nThat living together is something you do\nAnd married is something you are\nNow... \nAnd even after all this\nI writing to you now\nTo be reminded of it all\nDarling, can you hear me\nDo you understand\nOur best decisions so often were unplanned \nI remember\nCouldn\'t trust you once\nNot ever\nI remember\nCouldn\'t trust you once\nNot ever\n Not ever\nNot ever\nNot ever ",2 +4392,Brook_Benton___Endlessly,happy, "Endlessly Higher than the highest mountain\nAnd deeper than the deepest sea\nThat\'s how I will love you, oh, darling, endlessly \nSofter than the gentle breezes\nAnd stronger than the wild oak tree\nThat\'s how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly \nOh, my love, you are my heaven\nYou are my kingdom, you are my crown\nOh, my love, you\'re all that I prayed for\nYou were made for these arms to surround\nFaithful as a morning sunrise\nAnd sacred as a love can be\nThat\'s how I will love you, oh darling, endlessly \nDarling, endlessly\nDarling, endlessly \nFade \nAnd do not necessarily correspond with from other recordings, sheet\nMusic, songbooks or printed on album jackets",0 +2838,Ben_Harper_And_The_Blind_Boys_Of_Alabama___Church_On_Time,happy, "Church On Time We\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nPut on your Sunday best\nI\'ll put on mine\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nNeed to hear the preacher\nGive me a sign\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nI\'m gonna get my soul in line\nI\'m gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna leave all of our troubles behind\nI\'m gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nYou may be rich may not have a dime\nWe\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nWe\'re gonna make it\nOh - We\'re gonna make it\nOh - We\'re gonna make it to the church on time\nTrouble at heart - Oh - trouble in mind\nWe\'re gonna make it, Lord, to the church on time\nRevelation chapter eight\nRevelation chapter eight\nSeven angels at the gate\nYou don\'t want to make them wait\nOh - We\'re gonna make it\nOh - I\'m gonna make it\nI\'m gonna make it\nOh -I\'m gonna make it to the church on time\nOh - To the church\nOh - To the church on time\nOn your Sunday best\nOn your Sunday best\nSunday best\nI\'m gonna put on\nI\'m gonna put on\nI\'m gonna put on mine",0 +6441,Dario_Marianelli___With_My_Own_Eyes,anger, "With My Own Eyes With my own eyes\nI saw a light shining so bright\nWith my own heart\nI had a feeling that made me cry\nWith my own ears\nI heard a message and it was true\nI tell it to you\nCause it was all\nAll about you ",3 +2333,Backstreet_Boys___Show_Me_The_Meaning_Of_Being_Lonely,sad, "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely \nShow me the meaning of being lonely \n \nSo many words for the broken heart\nIt is hard to see in a crimson love\nSo hard to breathe\nWalk with me and maybe\nNights of light so soon become\nWild and free I could feel the sun\nYour every wish will be done\nThey tell me\n \nShow me the meaning of being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with\nTell me why I can\'t be there where you are?\nThere is something missing in my heart \n \nLife goes on as it never ends\nEyes of stone observe the trends\nThey never say forever gaze, if only\nGuilty roads to an endless love endless love\nThere is no control, are you with me now?\nYour every wish will be done\nThey tell me \n \nShow me the meaning of being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with tell me why\nTell me why I can\'t be there where you are?\nThere is something missing in my heart heart!\n \nThere is nowhere to run\nI have no place to go\nSurrender my heart, body, and soul\nHow can it be you are asking me\nTo feel the things you never show?\nShow-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nYou are missing in my heart\nTell me why can\'t I be there where you are? \n[Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nShow me the meaning of being lonely being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with tell me why\nTell me why I can\'t be there where you are? where you are\nThere is something missing in my heart\nYou are missing from my heart\nShow me the meaning of being lonely being lonely\nIs this the feeling I need to walk with\nTell me why I cannot be there where you are? where you are\nThere is something missing in my heart16 ",1 +6056,Crystal_Castles___Vietnam,sad, "TranslationsEspañolVietnam \nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\n \n \nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI \n \n \nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI\nI\nThis too, I\nAlive, alive\nAlive-ive\nI\nAlive\nI\nI 1 ",1 +2453,Barry_Manilow___Raindrops_Keep_Falling_On_My_Head,happy, "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head Raindrops keep falling on my head\nAnd just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed\nNothin\' seems to fit\nThose raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling \nSo I just did me some talkin\' to the sun\nAnd I said I didn\'t like the way he\' got things done\nSleepin\' on the job\nThose raindrops are falling on my, head they keep falling \nBut there\'s one thing I know\nThe blues he sends to meet me won\'t defeat me\nIt won\'t be long till happiness steps up to greet me\nRaindrops keep falling on my head\nBut that doesn\'t mean my eyes will soon be turnin\' red\nCrying\'s not for me\nCause I\'m never gonna stop the rain by complainin\'\nBecause I\'m free\nNothing\'s worrying meSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30",0 +5806,Cool_Calm_Pete___Cloudy,sad, "Cloudy Cloudy, muggy, the day\'s all shitty as hell\nFighting fainting spells, the city\'s the rail\nQuarter delay at a quarter to six\nI\'m sorry lady done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks\nFucking around, and it sucks to be you\nBut I guess living a lie is a luxury too\nIt\'s probably plain to say that some strange days\nAnd any which way let a man convey it\nCommit to his terms no need for concern\nFrom his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn\nHand full of tricks, A fist full of motivation\nFlailing punches, swinging without hesitation\nSnooping around, ain\'t no buried treasure\nIt\'s just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures\nIt\'s the simple things that brick up a foundation\nLike a mound of patience gets you a pound of weight\nI\'m hating cause there ain\'t much love in my life\nIt\'s just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. What?\nHaven\'t you heard, it\'s a modern condition\nA band of glitches, and a mob of bitching\nA crowd of adversaries, the more the merrier\nI ain\'t going down without a fight till my burial\nYou broke the barrier, and fell off it\'s spokes\nNow it\'s tumbling down and it\'s waking the folks\nChorus \nGuess these ailments come along with the territory\nA better story, now you\'re telling me what\'s better for me\nMellow shorty, wanna chill with the kinfolk\nSmoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. haha\nBubble? of mischief, let\'s take you to the disco\nThere\'s talk of the demo, but still no disc, though\nProvoke panic, how strange they demand it\nIn a city of millions, how one can feel stranded\nHand to the heart, now one can feel the tempo\nOne empty bottle and one written-verse memento\nAll in all, still sorta like a good day\nOne Ice Cube for this growing pain tooth-ache\nBaked on a Monday, the missus is still snoring\nIgnoring the phony, imagination is soaring\nDesigning Women with a fat ass like Delta Burke\nWorking girls still find time just to make it work\nB-b-back to the drawing board\nScribbled her vaguely\nJot then a mock, frown, Why the long face, B? \nNeglect is heard, I must have been stabbed or something\nBlood curdling, the wound is now settling\nIn stitches, the broken hand counts riches\nWas it his heart, maybe they broke his spirit\nOnly time will tell, they\'ve just began to hear it\nThe mic\'s torrid, you can\'t come near it ",1 +1316,Angels_and_Airwaves___Love_Like_Rockets,happy, "Love Like Rockets \nDue to the marvels of scientific advance\nMy voice is coming to you from a satellite circling in outer space\nThrough this unique means, I convey to you and all of mankind\nAmerica\'s wish for Peace on Earth \n \nI held my head as I left the ground\nThe belts grew tight as the blast grew loud\nA loving wish whispered in my ear\nPlease leave with grace, all the best my dear\nYeah it\'s like\nI held your hand as I pulled you in\nYour lips sealed tight ready to begin\nI kissed you first then you kissed my hair\nIf I ask you once will you ask me every year?\n \nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine \n \nThe sun is set in the night time sky\nThe stars they cast a glow upon my eyes\nThe earth itself a burning ball of light\nYeah it\'s like\nWhen our first love was ignited late that night \n \nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine \n \nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound\nDo you feel alive? Imagine imagine\nThe stars in your eyes light up the sky with all its light and fire and sound 1 ",0 +4361,Broadcast___Winter_Now,happy, "Winter Now \nSnow lies all around, there\'s no sense of doubt\nYou are the only one to keep me sane when all is wrong \n \nOh, my heart waits in winter now \n \nDeep in every dream, though you\'re far from me\nThere in the deepest snow, I only wanted you to know\n \nOh, my heart waits in winter now \n \nFalling quietly there reminding me, though it\'s just a dream\nYou\'re closer than you\'ve ever been \n \nOh, my heart waits in winter now 4 ",0 +9660,Funker_Vogt___Gunman,sad, "Gunman Now the race is on the run\nSo look out for your man\nTry to catch him in the woods\nAnd kill him if you can \nCome on play the game\nAnd catch the man\nThis is your aim\nSo do what you can \nNow the race is on the run\nSo look out for our girl\nTry to catch her in the woods\nAnd rape her if you can\nCome on play the game\nAnd catch the girl\nThat is your aim\nSo do what you can \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nNow the race is on the run\nI am looking out for you\nI\'ll catch you in the woods\nAnd kill you if we meet \nCome on play the game\nAnd fight for life\nThis is the game\nWhere I will survive \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late\n I see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late \nI see with the eyes of the hunter\nNo one can escape\nI am a devil of a gunman\nFor you it is too late ",1 +7194,Dina_Carroll___This_Time,happy, "This Time Lonely, you on my mind\nHow could I let you go\nAll that we\'ve been through\nI still need you next to me\nI said so many things\nI did not mean to say\nAnd although we tried to talk\nThe words, they got in the way\nNow that I realise\nI need you with me\nI\'ve got to find a way to make you see\nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt\'s time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me \nNow that I understand\nThrough all this loneliness\nI need no other man\nSo here I am, I\'m still needing you\nAs you were leaving\nI knew I was to blame\nBut I\'m not gonna beg you\nTo come back and stay\nSo make up your mind now\n\'Cos it\'s all up to you\nYes, we owe it to ourselves to see this through \nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt\'s time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me \nNo one could hold me\nNo one could have told me\nThat I would be feeling this way\nThe day\'s getting longer\nThe feeling is stronger\nPut an end to this pain right away\n This time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt\'s time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me \nOh what I fool I must have been\nTo lose the love that you were giving me \nThis time, it could be forever\nThis time, it could be so complete\nIt\'s time for us to be together\nNow I know what you mean to me \nI\'m still wanting you, needing you\nMissing you, feeling you in my dreams\nAre you still wanting me, needing me\nMissing me, feeling me in your dreams\n\'Cos the day you come back to me\nThat\'s how it\'s gonna be, just you and me\nJust you and me \nThis time, it\'s gonna be, it\'s gonna be you and me\nThis time, I want it to be so complete\nThis time, this time it has to be together\nOh baby, it\'s gonna be, it\'s gonna be, it\'s gonna be...... ",0 +3065,Bill_Hayley_And_His_Comets___Rock_Around_The_Clock,happy, "Rock Around the Clock \nOne, Two, Three O\'clock, Four O\'clock rock\nFive, Six, Seven O\'clock, Eight O\'clock rock\nNine, Ten, Eleven O\'clock, Twelve O\'clock rock\nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight \n \nPut your glad rags on and join me hon\'\nWe\'ll have some fun when the clock strikes one \n \nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe\'re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe\'re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n \nWhen the clock strikes two, three and four\nIf the band slows down we\'ll yell for more \n \nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe\'re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe\'re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight \n \nWhen the chimes ring five, six and seven\nWe\'ll be right in seventh heaven \n \nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe\'re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe\'re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight \n \nWhen it\'s eight, nine, ten, eleven too\nI\'ll be goin\' strong and so will you \n \nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe\'re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe\'re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n \nWhen the clock strikes twelve we\'ll cool off then\nStart rockin\' around the clock again \n \nWe\'re gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe\'re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe\'re gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight4 ",0 +1655,Apollo_440___Stadium_Parking_Lot,happy, "Stadium Parking Lot Gunna make enough noise to wake the dead\nIts going on in my head\nBack from the land that time forgot\nThere\'s a party in the stadium parking lot \nCome on! \nThere\'s a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere\'s a party going on\nBring it on\nCooking up the spotlight\nHave another pop\nTurning up the heat again \nGunna make enough noise to wake the dead\nIts going on in my head\nBack from the land that time forgot\nThere\'s a party in the stadium parking lot \nThere\'s a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere\'s a party going on\nBring it on \nCooking up the spotlight\nHave another pop\nTurning up the heat\nMash up the beat\nTurning up the heat again \nCome on! \nThere\'s a party in the stadium parking lot \nThere\'s a party going on\nI can here it going on\nThere\'s a party going on\nBring it on\n There\'s a party in the stadium parking lot ",0 +2469,Barry_McGuire___Eve_Of_Destruction,sad, "Eve of Destruction \nThe Eastern world, it is explodin\'\nViolence flarin\', bullets loadin\'\nYou\'re old enough to kill, but not for votin\'\nYou don\'t believe in war, but what\'s that gun you\'re totin\'?\nAnd even the Jordan River has bodies floatin\' \n \nBut you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don\'t believe we\'re on the eve of destruction\n \nDon\'t you understand what I\'m tryin\' to say?\nAnd can\'t you feel the fears I\'m feelin\' today?\nIf the button is pushed, there\'s no runnin\' away\nThere\'ll be no one to save with the world in a grave\nTake a look around you, boy, it\'s bound to scare you, boy \n \nAnd you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don\'t believe we\'re on the eve of destruction\n \nYeah, my blood\'s so mad, feels like coagulatin\'\nI\'m sittin\' here just contemplatin\'\nI can\'t twist the truth, it knows no regulation\nHandful of senators don\'t pass legislation\nAnd marches alone can\'t bring integration\nWhen human respect is disintegratin\'\nThis whole crazy world is just too frustratin\' \n \nAnd you tell me over and over and over again, my friend\nAh, you don\'t believe we\'re on the eve of destruction \n \nThink of all the hate there is in Red China\nThen take a look around to Selma, Alabama\nAh, you may leave here, for four days in space\nBut when you return, it\'s the same old place\nThe poundin\' of the drums, the pride and disgrace\nYou can bury your dead, but don\'t leave a trace\nHate your next-door neighbor, but don\'t forget to say grace\n \nAnd tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend\nYou don\'t believe we\'re on the eve of destruction\nNo, no, you don\'t believe we\'re on the eve of destruction8 ",1 +9220,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___You_Dont_Have_To_Be_A_Prostitute,calm, "You Don’t Have to Be a Prostitute Oooohooooh\nIt\'s a cold night, beneath the street light, there\'s a man whose pants are too tight\nOh no, his pants are too tight\nMy pants are too tight\nHe stands there, an empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home\nHe\'ll have to walk home tonight\nDon\'t have enough for the ride\nThe streets are cruel, he tries to act cool, he goes to work with only his one tool\nYou can put away your tool, Jemaine\nYou don\'t have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a man ho\nA male gigolo\nYou don\'t have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro ho\nHe can\'t see his way out\nI cannot see my way out\nHe can\'t see his way out\nMale prostitution seems to be my only option\nHe can\'t see his way out\nI cannot see my way out\nHe can\'t see his way out\nNo, no, no, no, no \nHe\'s selling cheap thrills, to pay expensive bills\nBut check your résumé, you must have some other skills\nDo you have any other skills? Like typing?\nThey see him, want him to please them, want him to play them, but they don\'t even pay him\nOh no, they don\'t think he\'s worth it at all\nDon\'t think I know when, he tries to bring them home, maybe that would be a way if he lived alone\nOh, you have a roommate Jemaine, don\'t bring them home\nYou don\'t have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a man ho\nA male gigolo\nYou don\'t have to be a prostitute\nNo no no no no\nYou can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro ho 4 ",2 +8402,Enuff_ZNuff___Baby_Loves_You,happy, "Baby Loves You You know I\'ve you know i\'ve\nGot a little problem\nI have to be the one\nThe second guy to none \nAnd I\'ve got\nA pretty little girlfriend\nWho tells me all the time\nThat she\'ll be forever mine \nAnd she says\nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you\'re baby loves you\nNothing\'s gonna hurt you \nSometimes\nI lie with my eyes open\nThere\'s so much on my mind\nMy teeth begin to grind \nAnd she\'ll console me\nRepeating through my senses\nEverything\'s ok\nAnd I hear her say \nWhen she says \nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you\'re baby loves you\nNothing\'s gonna hurt you \nWhen your baby loves you\nAll your dreams will come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing\'s gonna hurt you\n Baby loves you \nguitar solo \nHold me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin\'\nLove me tongiht \nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight \nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin\'\nLove me tongiht \nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight \nYour baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing\'s gonna hurt you\nYour baby loves you\nYou dreams can come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing\'s gonna hurt you \nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight \nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight \nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight \nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight \nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight \nOoooooooooooohhh ",0 +7869,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Glory_To_The_World,sad, "Glory to the World Look at the clouds today\nThey sure got funny shapes\nLook at the clouds today\nThey sure got funny shapes \nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world \nLook at the flowers today\nThey make a crazy place\nLook at the flowers today\nThey make a crazy place\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world \nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world\nGlory, glory, glory to the world\nGlory to the world \nGlory, Glory\nGlory to the world\nGlory, Glory\nGlory to the world ",1 +5311,Chris_Cornell___Steel_Rain,sad, "Steel Rain \nAnd so we start another day together\nYou and I and the million miles between us\nI train my moods to bloom like flowers unfolding\nInstead of fluttering around and slowly drowning in the \n \nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over\n \nThe sky is open and the drones are pouring out\nThe day inhales in a contagious yawn\nAnd there you smile as though the sun were bouncing in the \n \nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt\'s taking over\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over \n \nHere in the little world, the tiny world spins for me\nAll\'s well in the tilted world\nBut there\'s something falling down in the \n \nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt\'s taking over\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nSteel rain\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over\n \nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over\nIt\'s taking over ",1 +4695,Cake___Up_So_Close,happy, "Up So Close Up so close\nI never get to see your face\nMicroscope\nI might as well be out in space \nUp so close\nI never get to see the view\nDown your throat\nI\'m never sure that it\'s still you \nUp your nose\nDown to your toes\nIn your mouth\nWay down south\nUp so close\nIt seems I only think of you\nUp so close\nI never see the sky so blue\nI only wanted to be sure\nThat what it was was really pure\nI put my face down in the cake\nMy feet were flailing in a lake\nUp so close\nI never get to see your face\nMicroscope\nI might as well be out in space \nUp so close\nI never get to see you\nMicroscope\nI\'m never sure if it\'s still you",0 +8821,Faith_No_More___Get_Out,anger, "Get Out \nWhat if there\'s no more fun to have?\nAnd all I\'ve got is what I had\nWhat if I have forgotten how?\nCut my losses and get out now\nGet out right now! \n \nThere\'s something stronger than me\nThere\'s something I don\'t want to see\nA new thing growing in me\n \nIt is the hardest thing to do\nTo watch it grow on top of you\nAnd see you\'re just like everyone\nNo fun! \n \nThere\'s something stronger than me\nThere\'s something I don\'t want to see\nA new thing growing in me \n \nI don\'t speak that language anymore!\nMy blood is not that color anymore!\nMy blood don\'t shine the same way anymore!\nI cannot deny it anymore!\nNo \n \nThere\'s something stronger than me\nThere\'s something I don\'t want to see\nGot a new thing growing in me\nThere\'s something I don\'t want to see\nThere\'s something stronger than me\nThere\'s something I don\'t want to see\nA new thing growing in me 2 ",3 +6786,Deana_Carter___Brand_New_Key,happy, "Brand New Key By Melanie Safka \nI rode my bicycle past your window last night\nI roller skated to your door at daylight\nIt almost seems that you\'re avoiding me\nI\'m ok alone but you\'ve got something I need \nWell, I\'ve gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI think that we should get together\nAnd try them out ya see\nI\'ve been lookin\' around a while\nYou got somethin\' for me\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI ride my bike, I roller skate, don\'t drive no car\nDon\'t go too fast, but I go pretty far\nFor somebody who don\'t drive I\'ve been all around the world\nSome people say I\'ve done all right for a girl\nOh yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah-yeah \nI asked your mother if you were at home\nShe said yes, but you weren\'t alone\nOh sometimes I think that your avoiding me\nI\'m ok alone but you got something I need well \nI\'ve gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\nI think that we should get together\nAnd try them out ya see\nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key \nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key \nLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nOh, I gotta brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key\n La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nI\'ve got a brand new pair of roller skates\nYou got a brand new key ",0 +8378,Ensiferum___Tale_Of_Revenge,anger, "Tale Of Revenge He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known\nInto darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown\nLike stillborn child drifting in the silent seas\nOf blood, crushing all his dreams\nNo castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes\nDevotion for death, now controls his life\nNo gold or silver can bring him consolation\nOnly one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge \nOne light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone\nOne life so old and grey, wandering away from home\nParted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief\nUnited by the sword of wicked screams\nWhat deeds he has done to hear those dreadful sounds\nIn the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound\nForever bound to death! \nWait for me in the mountains, haunt for me in the winds\nWait for me in the land where nothing lives\nUntil the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword\nUntil my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours \nWait for me in the mountains, haunt for me in the winds\nWait for me in the land where nothing lives\nUntil the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword\nUntil my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours ",3 +2999,Bic_Runga___She_Left_On_a_Monday,sad, "She Left On A Monday She left on a Monday\nShe\'s a siren down the road\nIn your herringbone overcoat\nThat you don\'t expect to get back \nAnd it\'s an ordinary sky\nToday\'s like any other day\nWhen all of the aeroplanes\nWrite her name in the clouds \nAnd nothing\'s wrong\nBut it\'s already Sunday\nAnd you know just how Sunday\nWas the day that she would come around?\nGo to her foolish man\nWhat\'s the use of having pride if you don\'t have her?\nShe\'ll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her \nIt\'s all like sinking\nYou\'re trying to stay afloat\nLike a wind blown paper boat\nOver uncharted sea \nThere\'s no question why\nYou\'re driving to kill some time\nRacing the power lines\nBack into town \nGo to her foolish man\nWhat\'s the use of having pride if you don\'t have her?\nShe\'ll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her \nGo to her foolish man\nWhat\'s the use of having pride if you don\'t have her?\nShe\'ll endure all she can\nBut you could make this easier on her\nMake this easier on her\nMake this easier on her\nMake this easier on her",1 +5584,Cloud_Cult___Journey_of_the_Featherless,happy, "Journey of the Featherless Got myself a mission\nI\'m going to find heaven\nI made crepe-paper wings\nI think they\'ll carry me a while \nI left you a love poem\nThe best I have written\nMy favorite words\nWere the ones I couldn\'t spell \nThey say that I\'m a lunatic\nThey say that I am full of it\nI say that it\'s worth dreamin\'\nJust for the dream of it\nIt\'s all about passion\nIt\'s all about perception\nDon\'t call me on my cell phone\n\'Cause there ain\'t no reception \nWhen I\'m gone\nWhen I\'m gone \nI think I\'m growing feathers\nBut I\'m not quite sure of it\n\'Cause I started getting dizzy\nAbout a hundred feet up \nI made friends with the clouds\nI made friends with the birds\nIf you ask a goose a question\nHe never shuts up \nAnd honestly I miss you\nAnd I hope that you\'re missing me\nCause I could use your lips on me\nAnd a little bit of dramamine \nFor the moment I can see\nWay better than I\'ve ever seen\nDon\'t sell my stuff on eBay\nCause I might need it back before I\'m gone\n Before I\'m gone \nI\'m not the kind of man\nWho\'s into looking downwards\nI\'ve drank my share of pity\nFrom the bartender\'s cup \nSo many people\nWonderin\' What\'s the right direction? \nAs far as I\'m concerned\nThere\'s only one way up \nAnd my fingers, they are blisters\nAnd my eyes, they are bullet holes\nBut my hearts still beating\nGuess I\'m pretty lucky \nPretty lucky\nPretty lucky\nWhen I\'m gone ",0 +560,Air_Traffic___Just_Abuse_Me,happy, "Just Abuse Me \nI never knew you\nBut now I\'m haunted by your past\nHow long will this last?\nI thought you loved me?\nYou say you love me\nLove\'s just a shadow that you cast \n \nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI\'m independent but I\'m tied to you\nYou lied to me, I\'d die for you\nBut I can\'t read your mind\n \nI\'m lost without you\nAn empty feeling deep inside\nI want to run and hide\nI\'ll let you use me\nAnd just abuse me\nBut god I want you to be mine \n \nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI\'m independent but I\'m tied to you\nYou lied to me, I\'d die for you\nBut I can\'t read your mind \n \n \nAnd all my dreams\nCome 'round in threes, always\nI\'m independent but I\'m tied to you\nYou lied to me, I\'d die for you\nBut I can\'t read your mind",0 +5362,Chris_Rice___Here_Come_Those_Eyes,happy, "Here Come Those Eyes Here come those eyes\nThere goes my ability to breathe\nThose legs are walkin\' her to me\nOh, tell me I ain\'t dreamin\'\nHere comes that smile\nI can\'t even move, can\'t even blink\n\'Cause I don\'t wanna miss a thing\nAnd I ain\'t even foolin\' when I say the boys are droolin\'\nAnd the girls are starin\' her down\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound\nIt happens every time\nShe saunters into the room\nIt all blurs and all starts to zoom\nAnd then my head starts spinnin\'\nShe gets a few feet away\nAnd suddenly we\'re both in slow motion\nLike we\'re alone in the deep blue ocean\nI know it\'s just a feelin\' \nBut it might as well be real because I\nThink I might be fixin\' to drown\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound \nShe takes my hand\nI don\'t know what to say\nShe understands anyway... \nAnd here come those eyes\nCan she see what I\'m thinkin\' on\nIf this is what they call love\nI can\'t believe I\'m in it\nThankin\' heaven every minute\nI\'m the luckiest boy in this town\nMy knees go weak and my heart stops\nI can\'t catch my breath\nI think I\'d better sit down\nMy knees go weak and my heart starts to pound",0 +8316,End_Of_Green___Infinity,sad, "Infinity I sit alone in my cold room\nThe deadly silence comes over me\nAll is forever all is lost\nAll I can see are black candles\nThey shining on me\nWhere can I go when the light go\nOut today I drown in a deep black sea\nAll I can see, all I can see is a light\nAll I see are black candles\nWhen I die in a black\nWinter night I\'m so far away\nNo memories into the light I fade\nScreams and convulsions\nBreakin\' the walls of my innerself\nAll I can see, all I can see is a light\nAll I see are black candles when I die\nIn a black winter night I close my eyes\nI sleep forever I fade away\nNever wake up again",1 +987,Amanda_Blank___Might_Like_You_Better,happy, "Might Like You Better Might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better baby, let\'s get together baby\nWanna hold you, get to know you\nShow you what I got in my sweater baby\nLove the red hair, the bitch in charge\nAnd if we settle on it, boy, I\'ll make you see stars\nGet large get hard go fuck go far\nWhen I touch it watch it fuck see my money and my I\nI might like you better baby lets get together baby\nWanna hold you get to know you\nShow you what I got in my sweater baby\nLove the red hair, the bitch in charge\nAnd if we settle on it, boy, I\'ll make you see stars\nGet large get hard go fuck go far\nWhen I touch it watch it fuck see my money and my I \nRide no lie just get inside me\nLike you better if you just ride me\nGrind me, try me, watch me finish\nI like you better if you get up in it \nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together \nIm not waiting on Ya don\'t take to long\nDon\'t waste my time just take me home\nI Got something for you believe its sweet\nLets go I moan like a cat in heat\nGo go go go let low and blow\nLet me give you something to grab and hold\nWanna know how you go\nI catch you though\nCheap cheap damn trick\nGet off the floor\nCuz Ya Baby I got what ya need\nDon\'t fuck with them chicks just fuck with me\nWhen were down we can quit it we don\'t need ta go together\nJust let me hit it once and let me hit it once and under…\n I might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together \nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home\nJust take me home, just, just take me home \nIm not waiting on Ya don\'t take too long\nDon\'t waste my time just take me home\nI Got something for you believe its sweet\nLets go I moan like a cat in heat\nGo go go go let low and blow\nLet me give you something to grab and hold\nWanna know how you go\nI catch you tho\nCheap cheap damn trick\nGet off the floor\nCuz Ya Baby I got what ya need\nDon\'t fuck with them chicks just fuck with me\nWhen were down we can quit it we don\'t need ta go together\nJust let me hit it once and let me hit it once and and under…\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept together\nI might like you better if we slept together\nMight like you better if we slept\nIf we slept, if we slept together ",0 +7217,Dinosaur_Jr___Pick_Me_Up,happy, "Pick Me Up \nLater on, I will find you\nNot too strong, not inspired \n \nI\'ve been holding off so long\nCan\'t admit that I was wrong\nI\'ve been stung when I\'ve been weak\nIn the end, I disappear \nBut I\'ve gone\nAll along \n \nPick me up, cut me out and\nI\'m in luck, you\'re still smiling \n \nI\'ve been wasting all these years\nStill you haven\'t disappeared\nI\'ve been lifted, I\'ve been wrong\nAnd I don\'t think I belong \n \nAm I wrong\nAll along? \n\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on \nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\n \nCan\'t hold on, well I smile\nCould I reach you all the while?\nI can\'t stop, it\'s always been awfully useless\nYou just smile \n \nAnd can I scream? Am I hurt?\nI still miss you, I still burn\nCan I bend to your will?\nKnow I need to, have to learn ",0 +809,Alien_Ant_Farm___Summer,happy, "Summer \nSo you finally fessed up to her\nAll the lies you said\nNow you kindly kiss up to her\nBut the feeling\'s dead \n \nSeveral days have passed now\nDarker than any damn cloud now\nLiquid sunshine falls down\nHarder than all the damn hounds\n x2\nTried to give you summer, but I\'m winter\nWish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard \n \nSo you always did what you wanted\nWe will be on our own\nI will soon let you go now\nThings will be all right \n \nSeveral weeks have passed now\nGrayer than any gray cloud\nSeveral weeks have passed now\nAnd it\'s so hard \n x2\nTried to give you summer, but I\'m winter\nWish I could make you spring, but I fall so hard \n \nAnd it\'s so hard to get out of bed x3\nShe\'s impossible to get out of your head \nTried to give you summer x3\nTried to give you something\n \nWish I could make you spring\nWish I could make you spring\nWish I could make you spring, spring time\nWish I could make you spring, spring\nTried to give you summer, but I\'m winter, yeah\nWish I could make you spring, spring time\nTried to give you summer, but I\'m winter\nWish I could make you spring ",0 +9049,Filthy_Dukes___Somewhere_At_Sea,calm, "Somewhere At Sea I can feel, there is a storm coming from the sea\nBring me where there\'s no one in between\nFound a way to be out of sight\nI Found a spaceship made of ice\nFound a Captain yelling goodbye\nSaw three ships come sailing by\nI Found a pair of shoes glued on the floor\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea\nI can feel there is a thunder hanging above me\nAnd I don\'t need a secret map to find you...\nTo find you...\nTo find you...\nI Found a way to be out of sight\nI Found a spaceship made of ice\nI Found a Captain yelling goodbye \nI Saw three ships come sailing by\nI Found a pair of shoes glued on the\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea \nFound a way to be out of sight\nFound a spaceship made of ice\nI Found a Captain yelling goodbye\nI Saw three ships come sailing by\nFound a pair of shoes glued on the floor\nI Found a suitcase with a throne\nI saw the king looking for the queen, she was lost somewhere at sea...\nSomewhere at sea...",2 +6631,David_Guetta_ft_Kelly_Rowland___When_Love_Takes_Over,happy, "When Love Takes Over \nIt\'s complicated\nIt always is\nThat\'s just the way it goes\nFeels like I\'ve waited so long for this\nI wonder if it shows \n \nHead underwater\nNow I can\'t breathe\nIt never felt so good\n\'Cause I can feel it coming over me\nI wouldn\'t stop it if I could\n \nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n\'Cause something\'s here tonight \n \nGive me a reason\nI gotta know\nDo you feel it too?\nCan\'t you see me here on overload?\nAnd this time, I blame you, mmm \n \nLookin\' out for you to hold my hand\nIt feels like I could fall\nNow love me right like I know you can\nWe could lose it all \n \nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n\'Cause something’s here tonight \n \nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight, tonight\nTonight, I-I, I\'ll be loving you all the time, it\'s true\n\'Cause I-I, I\'ll wanna make it right, with you\nSee David Guetta LiveGet tickets as low as $66 \nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nWhen love takes over\nOver, over, over, over, over\nOver, over, over, over, over \n \nWhen love takes over, yeah\nYou know you can’t deny\nWhen love takes over, yeah\n\'Cause something’s here tonight3 ",0 +696,Alexkid___Turn_It_Round_Again,calm, "Turn it round again Too many people, too much in my head\nWhy, why is this\nIf I tell you about my life my darling, oh about the life I\'m living\nDo I think you\'d understand, or would you turn me down\nWould you turn me down, oh\nWould you turn me down again\nI ain\'t so sure, what this heart of mine can take\nCannot ignore, all the signs that say you\'ve changed\nSo much wasted time, too much wasted time, but hey\nWe must be strong, we must hold on\nWe can turn it round again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, we can turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, we can turn it around again \nI would not let you down\nWould not let you down, again\nI would not let you down\nCould not let you down again\nI\'ve made, I\'ve made I\'ve made oh, my mistakes\nI want, I want to want to, try hard again\nToo long, too long, my baby\nHold on, hold on my lady, I\'ve changed\nHold on, darlin\' hold, we can turn it around again \nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again\nMmm mm mm mm, oh oh oh oh, turn it around again \nIan James Whitelaw/Alexis Mauri\n reproduced with the kind permission of Ian James Whitelaw & Taktic Music",2 +1199,Anathema___A_Natural_Disaster,sad, "A Natural Disaster \nIt\'s been a long cold winter without you\nI\'ve been crying on the inside over you\nJust slipped through my fingers as life turned away\nIt\'s been a long cold winter since that day \n \nIt\'s hard to find\nHard to find\nHard to find the strength now but I try\nAnd I don\'t want to\nDon\'t want to\nDon\'t want to go on and speak now\nOf what\'s gone by\nCos no matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can\'t change what happened\nNo matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can\'t change what happened\n \nYou just slipped through my fingers\nAnd I feel so ashamed\nYou just slipped through my fingers\nAnd I have paid \n \nCause no matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can\'t change what happened\nNo matter what I say\nNo matter what I do\nI can\'t change what happened\nNo no I can\'t change \n ",1 +954,Alphaville___Lies,happy, "Lies Baby, baby\nMmmh, what do I do?\nPlaying my tune for you\nPlaying my tune for you\nJust to get you in the mood\nEverybody\'s going to Hollywood \nAah, you\'re driving me mad\nBut I\'m smiling to the crowd instead\nA lot of money is at stake\nThis is a hit and that\'s a fake\nThis is what you mean to me\nThis is what they all should see\nMake a make up in a foolish style\nTelling the truth by making a big lie \nWhen I come, I come but nothing\'s at ease\nBreaking up the whole is a modern disease\nMaybe you think tomorrow\'s just a joke\nIt\'s a joke after joke, after joke after joke \nMy love\nEverything\'s an interview\nAnd nothing\'s really new\nAnd everybody\'s looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue \nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey\'re waiting and they will never go ho\nThis night is just a go, oh\nAnd it\'s only for show \nDig that deal and be a millionaire\nDrinking cocktails in the stratosphere\nGetting jet lagged with my business friends\nIn these supersonic wonderlands\n There\'s a shadow on the graphic display\nFirst he\'s smiling then he\'s fading away\nMaybe he thinks tomorrow\'s just a joke\nIt\'s a joke after joke, after joke after joke \nMy love\nEverything\'s an interview\nAnd nothing\'s really new\nAnd everybody\'s looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue \nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey\'re waiting and they will never go oh oh oh\nThis night is just a go oh oh oh\nAnd it\'s only for show \nMy love\nEverything\'s an interview\nAnd nothing\'s really new\nAnd everybody\'s looking for clues\nAnd you know what to do with a clue \nMy love\nGet ready for the show\nThey\'re waiting and they will never go oh oh oh\nThis night is just a go oh oh oh\nAnd it\'s only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready\nAnd it\'s only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready\nAnd it\'s only for show\nGet ready, get ready, get ready, get ready\nYeah\nGet ready for the show!! ",0 +7055,Diamanda_Galas___Malediction,sad, "Malediction The arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nOf the young man who ran screaming through\nThe street\nStreaming blood in trails of terror\nAre the arms that point me to my door\nWhich forsaken by the blood of Jesus\nInvites the Devil, who now waits for me outside \nThe arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nAre the arms that point me to the red eyes\nOf the pentecostal killers and the black eyes\nOf the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes\nOf the pinhead skinhead killers\nAnd the dirty angel does his target practice night\nAnd day\nMaking ready now to steal my soul away\nThe arms that you cut off that Sunday night\nAre the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun\nWhile the winks and smiles of singing debutantes\nAnd eunuchs whisper\n We don\'t want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit\nFilth, and perspiration\nComing back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead. \nThe arms that you cut off the body\nOf the screaming young man\nDance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul\nWhich, taunted every hour by open windows\nHas kept itself alive with prayer\nBut not for miracles\nAnd not for heaven\nJust for silence\nAnd for mercy\nUntil the end ",1 +3074,Billie_Holiday___All_Of_Me,sad, "All of Me All of me\nWhy not take all of me?\nCan\'t you see?\nI\'m no good without you \nTake my lips\nI want to lose them\nTake my arms\nI never use them \nYour goodbye\nLeft me with eyes that cry\nHow can I go on, dear, without you?\nYou took the part\nThat once was my heart\nSo why not take all of me? \nAll of me\nWhy not take all of me?\nCan\'t you see?\nI\'m no good without you \nTake my lips\nI want to lose them\nTake my arms I never use them \nYour goodbye\nLeft me with eyes that cry\nHow can I go on, dear, without you? \nYou took the best\nSo why not take the rest?\nBaby, take all of me",1 +8371,Enrique_Iglesias___Tired_Of_Being_Sorry,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +1558,AntiFlag___Mind_The_GATT,happy, "Mind the G.A.T.T. [Narration: President George W. Bush]\nWe\'re a leader in the negotiations of the WTO. We\'ve advanced bold proposals to open up global markets. We seek to build on the success of NAFTA with the Free Trade Area of the Americas. The transforming power of economic markets \nA brand new history\nSlyly and quickly\nSparkles in your eyes\nHope your not missing\nThe flash points/sign posts\nEtching the future\nFrom here\nAncient ancestors transmitting via pool formed from rainfall\nWhere my reflection stares back at me and says\nAs the sun sets bright over ancient earth and disappears from view\nThe spirit of the world will rise up from the dis again\nOur voices sing in union\nLifeless, soulless, secret abyss\nPlotting the worlds doom\nProduction and consumption wakes the sleeping world to sing again\nOur voices sing in union \nFrom African coasts to Australian mainland\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nFrom the American plains to the sea of Japan\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nIn your own backyard, or far off foreign lands\nWe find our adversaries woven of the same thread \nAs evil hacks and rips at every corner of the world\nThe peoples voice will sing as one voice\nOur voices sing in union\nTo implement a Paul Hawken-Esque model for the world\nThe people voice will sing as one voice\nOur voices sing in union \nThe Arabian sea to the coast of Chile\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nThe plateau of Tibet to the bay of Biscay\nWatch your brothers back, watch your sisters back\nIn your own backyard, or far off foreign lands\nWe find our adversaries woven of the same thread\n Rethink... Fucking dig in! \nDon\'t sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe\'re not gonna stand for any G.A. double T\'s! \nDon\'t sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe\'re not gonna stand for any G.A. double T\'s! \nDon\'t sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe\'re not gonna stand for any G.A. double T\'s! \nDon\'t sit by and take it!\nThey built it we can break it!\nWe\'re not gonna stand for any G.A. double T\'s! ",0 +5846,Corpus_Delicti___The_Lake,sad, "The Lake... Silence has said, will you ever hear a sound\nWe have lost again what had thought to find\nYou\'re ignorace, you\'re miserable\nYour tear my veins, the words are much to sore\nWe swim across the the lake we\'ve never crossed before\nDespair and shame of life, you\'re always asking more\nWe walk across the land we\'ve never crossed before\nThe purest kind of mask is all you\'re longing for\nBorn in the dirt, i was the slow-watcher\nGrown in the pain, no change of attitude\nWe\'ve run after the years that crawl\nBut you never felt my depth of soul\nWe swim across the the lake we\'ve never crossed before\nDespair and shame of life, you\'re always asking more\nWe\'ve walked across the land kept by the holy ghost\nBut i never feel the same, god knows i tried...",1 +6863,Demon_Hunter___Deteriorate,sad, "Deteriorate \nTime has had its way with me\nMy broken, tired hands can\'t build a thing\nThe wires that have held me still\nEmbedded now in flesh, define my will\nThe idle of my days has won\nThe empty I have fed has made me numb\nDespite what you will find in me\nThe failures of my past still swell beneath \n \nI need a heart that carries on through the pain\nWhen the walls start collapsing again\nGive me a soul that never ceases to follow\nDespite the infection within\n \nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in \n \nThis is where I find my fall\nThe cares that held me life don\'t work at all\nAnd every step away from here\nIs closer to the plague I hold so dear \n \nI need a heart that carries on through the pain\nWhen the walls start collapsing again\nGive me a soul that never ceases to follow\nDespite the infection within \n \nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in \n \nAwaiting my end\nBreathing in the day that finds me new\nRedemption begins\nBleeding out the flaws in place of you\nAwaiting my end\nBreathing in the day that finds me new\nRedemption begins\nRedemption begins\n \nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in\nOur careless feet leaving trails\nNever minding the fragile dirt we all land in3 ",1 +2389,Bad_Religion___21st_Century_Digital_Boy,happy, "21st Century Digital Boy \nI can\'t believe it\nThe way you look sometimes\nLike a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah\nAnd I don\'t want it\nThe things you\'re offering me\nSymbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah \n \n\'Cause I\'m a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don\'t know how to live, but I\'ve got a lot of toys\nMy daddy\'s a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy\'s on Valium, so ineffectual\nAin\'t life a mystery, yeah?\n \nI can\'t explain it\nThe things you\'re saying to me\nIt\'s going ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, oh yeah \n \n\'Cause I\'m a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don\'t know how to read, but I\'ve got a lot of toys\nMy daddy\'s a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy\'s on Valium, so ineffectual\nAin\'t life a mystery, yeah? \n \nTried to tell you about No Control\nBut now I really don\'t know\nAnd then you told me how bad you had to Suffer\nIs that really all you have to offer? \n \n \nSee, I\'m a 21st Century Digital Boy\nI don\'t know how to read but I\'ve got a lot of toys\nMy daddy\'s a lazy middle class intellectual\nMy mommy\'s on Valium, so ineffectual\n \nCat\'s foot, iron claw\n21st century digital boy\nNeurosurgeon, scream for more\n21st century digital boy\nInnocence raped with napalm fire\n21st century digital boy\nEverything I want, I really need \n \n21st century schizoid boy\n21st century video boy\n21st century digital boy\n21st century sofa boy...4 ",0 +5049,Catherine_Feeny___Hush_Now,sad, "Hush Now I won\'t bury you in the basement\nAs I\'ve been known to do\nI won\'t bludgeon your memory\nLeave you crying out for truth \nThere\'s a song we sing together\nThe song of me and you\nAnd I was hoping that we could fix it\nAt least just fiddle around with the tune \nBut you go right, I go left\nYou go forward, I go back\nAnd we\'re dancing this waltz alone\nYou go up, I go down, lost our grip\nAnd now we\'ve found ourselves\nDancing this waltz alone\nHush now, don\'t cry\nIt\'s just a lullaby\nI won\'t leave you\nTil you close your eyes\nHush now don\'t cry\nIt\'s just a lullaby\nI\'ll tell you sweet lies\nI won\'t leave your side \nWe were peaceful when we were sleeping\nOr after we had a fight\nWe were civil when people were watching\nWe were worst when we were right \nYou\'d go in, I\'d go out\nWe\'d forget what it\'s about\nAnd we\'d start dancing this waltz alone\nYou would smile and I\'d frown\nYou gave it up, now who\'s the clown\nThat is dancing this waltz alone \nHush now, don\'t cry\nIt\'s just a lullaby\nI won\'t leave you\nTil you close your eyes\nHush now don\'t cry\nIt\'s just a lullaby\nI\'ll tell you sweet lies\nI won\'t leave your side",1 +6099,Current_93___The_Carnival_Is_Dead_And_Gone,sad, "The Carnival Is Dead and Gone Dear sir, dear lady\nThis carnival is dead and gone\nAnd never anyway alas this party never yet began\nThe chairs and tables dust of dust\nYes very dust of very rust of very must and farewell trust\nI thought I saw you in the crowd dear heart\nYou turned away from me and then you dissolved into light\nThe broken lights and faded buntings\nCall to us all the Inmost Light\nAnd don\'t glare wide your eyes in wonder\nThey will flick back inside your mind\nAnd on the bone screen of your skull\nThey watch no musical salutes\nSo thoroughly modern now are we\nBut the last reel of all time\nThe Inmost Night\nIt\'s frames are glared and slow and out of focus\nValentino Vallee Moss all dead!\nThe Inmost Night\nAnd the little bells go tinkle\nAnd your eyes begin to twinkle\nAnd the joints and sinews crack\nIt\'s the expansion of your mind\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nDeath!\nThe Inmost Night\nThe cat\'s face glares from shiny card\nThe dead cats from my past\nYou tumble you froth and fun forever\nAn orchestra from another time\nAnother world all dead\nThe church bells silent\nThe rain stained glass of God is smashed\nAnd you take your choice you sup with the devil\nYou choke on your pride for ever and ever\nMy memory of my Inmost Light\nIt tumbles froth and fun forever\nVulvaic memories imagined of my would-be-life\nWell that won\'t be\nAnd that won\'t be\nAnd that won\'t be\nAnd that won\'t be\nAnd for my troubles and my pain\nAnd for the losses and the wains\nI get a picture in my mind\nThe slyly smily sly kiss\nOf your sweet heart and face\nAnd your legs in some final benediction\nYour Inmost Warm heart says ta-ra\nAnd I wished to die inside of you\nAnd push up into your heart so violently\nThat face to face with matrix creatrix am\nThe Inmost Light\nThe Inmost Night ",1 +6818,Death_is_Not_Glamorous___Elephants,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +5577,Clor___Love__Pain,happy, "Love + Pain \nI was in love but that was yesterday\nNow I\'m in pain and it\'s here to stay\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey\nThe ones that you want they\'re the ones that get away\nThe ones that you need never wanted to stay\nAnd there\'ll remain those few in-between ones\nThey are susceptible \n \nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n \nYou look a little\nYou look a little \n \nI was in love but that was yesterday\nNow I\'m in pain and it\'s here to stay\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey\nI was aloof but still this fire\'s out\nEven in spurts, seen it all before\nWe get it on if only to find out\nWhy we\'re unsuitable \n \nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nWide-eyed and open-mouthed\nYou look a little lost and found\nYou look a little\nYou look a little\n \nYou look a little\nYou look a little \n \nI was in love\nNow I\'m in pain\nI was the bird that buzzed the bees and stole the honey ",0 +2018,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Raverbashing,anger, "Raverbashing This number is a number that...\nIn England they didn\'t wanna play on the radio!\nRaverbashing! Let\'s go!\nCome on! \nGo! Go! Go! Go! x4 \nRaverbashing! 1, 2, 3, 4! \nGo! Go! Go! Go! x4\nStop it please!\nTraitor! You want the statue for yourself! \nRaverbashing! 1, 2, 3, 4!\nCome on!",3 +8208,Emiliana_Torrini___Me_And_Armini,sad, "Me And Armini I had my life\nI know my place\nI belong in your arms again\nAnd I\'ve been waiting for you\nTo belong to me \nSome might say\nI\'m a silly woman to wait\nBut I know you still hold my love \nSome people think that\nI\'m heading for a meltdown\nThat I\'m sitting by the phone\nThat I worry but no\nWhen I need your body close\nI burn up in smoke\nAnd I swore I keep waiting \nNow I see this city\nWon\'t hold my love\nFor Armini\nI know he\'s close\nBut I dream\nI just keep waiting\nI keep waiting \nSome people think that You people say\nI\'m heading for a meltdown You people say\nThat I\'m sitting by the phone You people say\nThat I worry but no \nThis I know\nShe doesn\'t love you like I do\nYes, it\'s clear\nShe\'ll never love you like me \nYou people say You people say\nThat I\'m heading for a meltdown You people say\nThat I\'m just hanging by the phone You people say\nThat I worry but no\n I don\'t worry cause I know You people say\nI don\'t worry cause I know You people say\nMe and Armini You people say\nMe and Armini\nMe and my Armini... You people say\nMe and Armini You people say\nMe and my Armini... You people say\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and Armini\nMe and my Armini... ",1 +861,Alison_Moyet___Solid_Wood,calm, "Solid Wood Some days every word gets in our way\nYou don\'t make sense of what I say\nAnd every answer begs another question why\nI didn\'t want to \nMaybe I could have changed the way it was\nI could have made much more of us\nAnd if I failed perhaps it wasn\'t just because\nI didn\'t want to \nDon\'t take it as a sign\nThe stars were out of line\nBut heaven knows\nWhoever I was then\nShe won\'t be back again so let her go\nBut you I wouldn\'t change\nI wouldn\'t change\nI wouldn\'t change you if I could\nIt\'s understood\nThey got hardboard I got solid wood\nSomehow if I am won\'t to take my time\nIf I dig in where I should mine\nIt doesn\'t build a case for your friends to decide\nI didn\'t want you\nDon\'t take it on yourself",2 +6258,Daft_Punk___Technologic_Radio_Edit,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +8413,Enya___Angeles,calm, "Angeles \nAngeles \n \nAngels, answer me\nAre you near if rain should fall?\nAm I to believe\nYou will rise to calm the storm?\nFor so great a treasure words will never do\nSurely, if this is\nPromises are mine to give you\nMine to give\n \nHere, all too soon the day!\nWish the moon to fall and alter out tomorrow\nI should know\nHeaven has her way\nEach one given memories to own \n \nAngeles, all could be\nShould you move both earth and sea\nAngeles, I could feel\nAll those dark clouds disappearing \n \n \nEven as I breathe\nComes an angel to their keep\nSurely, if this is\nPromises are mine to give you\nMine to give \n \nAngeles\nAngeles ",2 +8356,Enrique_Iglesias___I_Will_Survive,happy, "I Will Survive \nYou like to think\nThat you\'re the only one who understands my needs\nAnd you tell everyone\nThat I can\'t live without you even for one day\nBut who gave you the right\nTo talk about the way I feel so deep inside? \n \nNow I realize\nYou were never mine\nWe were never right\nBaby, you will find\n \nI will survive\nI\'m gonna make it through\nJust give me time\nI will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n\'Cause, baby, I will survive\n\'Cause, baby, I will survive \n \nWhat makes you think\nThat I don\'t see the ways you made a fool of me\nDon\'t laugh behind my back\n\'Cause what goes around, I promise you, comes back \n \nNow I realize\nYou were never mine\nWe were never right\nBaby, you will find \n \nI will survive\nI\'m gonna make it through\nJust give me time Just give me time\nI will get over you I will get over you\nI will survive I will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n\'Cause, baby, I will survive\n \n \nI will survive\nI\'m gonna make it through\nJust give me time\nI will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you\n\'Cause, baby, I will survive\nI will survive I will survive\nI\'m gonna make it through\nJust give me time Just give me time\nI will get over you I will get over you\nI will survive\nNo matter what you do No matter what you do\nJust wait and see\nI will get over you \n \nI will survive I will survive\nI\'m gonna make it through\nI will survive Yeah\nI will get over you\n\'Cause, baby, I will survive1 ",0 +7117,Diary_of_Dreams___Tears_of_Laughter,sad, "Tears Of Laughter I would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again\nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nI still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness\nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nI still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence\nLike a disciple of a witness\nI judge upon my sacred eye\nStill I found the origin\nIn what\'s left of me inside\nCan I call this my burden\nOr is this just my dream to fly?\nI would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again\nWeaker, weaker every day\nI forgot my urge to fly away\nAnd is my life as bare as it is?\nCold and lonely enough?\nHave you achieved what you were longing for?\nSad enough this cannot be undone\nI drop my eyes and shiver as I see\nThe reflection in the mirror of me\nHave you given up, my friend?\nForgiveness be mine \nI still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon\nCan I call this my burden\nOr is this just my dream to fly?\nI would be crying tears of laughter\nIf I could see me smile again",1 +1397,Anita_Baker___No_One_In_The_World,happy, "No One In The World \nI look back on all those good times\nWe once shared and I must have been blind\nJust to think I\'d find someone new\nOne who\'d love me better than you\nWell, it may come as a surprise\nLoneliness has opened my eyes\nI tried every love I could find\nStill I can\'t get you out of my mind \n \n\'Cause there\'s no one in the world to hold me\nNo one in the world\'s gonna move me\nNo one in the world can love me\nLike you do, baby\nEvery time I\'m with someone\nI\'m loving you, yes, I want to run\nI wanna run back to your arms again\nAin\'t no one in the world No one in the world\nLoves me like you do\n \nAre you happy now with your life?\nWell, for me, I\'m breaking inside\nSo self-assured that I could not see\nI had it all when you were with me, baby \n \nNo one in the world\'s gonna hold me\nNo one in the word can move me\nNo one in the world can love me\nLike you do, baby\nEvery time I\'m with someone\nI\'m loving you and I want to run\nI wanna run back to your arms again\nAin\'t no one in the world No one in the world\nLoves me like you do \n \nPlease take me back Please take me back\nOh babe, I can\'t go on I can\'t go on\nI\'m not happy in my life without you\nI\'ll do whatever it takes\nI\'ve got to get you back with me again Got to get you back with me\nI realize I need you here in my life \n \nNo one in the world No one, no one\nNo one in the world Nobody loves me like you do\nNo one in the world\nLike My You my Do my And baby\nEvery time You got the love that I need\nLove I need Ain\'t nobody 'round here to love me\nAin\'t no one in the world No one in the world\nIn this world\nIn this world, hoo... No one in the worldSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 1 ",0 +1168,Amy_Winehouse___Round_Midnight,happy, "’Round Midnight \nIt begins to tell 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nI do pretty well 'til after sundown\nAt suppertime, I\'m feelin\' sad\nBut it really gets bad 'round midnight \n \nMemories always start 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nI haven\'t got the heart to stand those memories\nSo when, when my heart is still with you\nYes, old midnight knows it, too\nAlone tonight\n \n \nFor 'round midnight, when it comes around\nSo let our heart take wing 'round midnight, 'round midnight\nLet the angels sing for your returning\n\'Til our love is safe and sound\nAnd old midnight comes around \n \n\'Cause I\'m feelin\' sad\nAnd it really gets bad 'round midnight, 'round midnight 2 ",0 +2865,Ben_Lee___Gamble_Everything_For_Love,calm, "Gamble Everything for Love \nGamble everything for love, gamble everything\nPut it in a place you keep what you need\nYou can gamble everything for love if you\'re free\nYou gotta gamble everything for love \n \nBaby, are ya cold, are ya cold, baby?\nI could wrap you up, wrap you up in my love\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nTell me, are you feeling lost, have you crossed\nIn the places that you never knew to get through?\nTell me, are you gonna cry all night?\nTell me the truth, and I\'ll tell you the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\nMake a list of things you need, leave it empty\nExcept for number one, write love, gamble everything\nKeep it under lock and key\nIf you wanna, you can gamble everything for love\nLove me with an open heart, tell me anything\nWe can find a place to start to gamble everything\nWe can set this thing apart, \'cause we\'re gonna\nGonna gamble everything for love\nTell me, do you lose your way each day?\nAre there people you don\'t recognize, do they lie?\nTell me, does it make you feel too real?\nTell me the truth, and I\'ll tell you the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\n \nOoh, you can go your own way\nOoh, you can go your own way\nOoh, you gotta go your own way\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love \n \nGamble everything for love, gamble everything\nPut it in a place you keep what you need\nYou can gamble everything for love if you\'re free\nYou gotta gamble everything for love \n \nTell me, are you gettin\' hurt, is it worth it?\nTell me, are the people strange, do they change?\nTell me, are you letting go, do you know?\nI\'ll tell you the truth if you tell me the truth\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love\nIf you gamble everything for love\nYou\'re gonna be all right, all right\nAll right ",2 +5120,Chantal_Kreviazuk___Feels_Like_Home,happy, "Feels Like Home Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself\nMakes me want to lose myself in your arms\nThere\'s something in your voice\nMakes my heart beat fast\nHope this feeling lasts the rest of my life \nIf you knew how lonely my life has been\nAnd how long I\'ve been so alone\nIf you knew how I wanted someone to come along\nAnd change my life the way you\'ve done\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I\'m all the way back where I come from \nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I\'m all the way back where I belong \nA window breaks down a long dark street\nAnd a siren wails in the night\nBut I\'m alright cause I have you here with me\nAnd I can almost see through the dark there is light \nIf you knew how much this moment means to me\nAnd how long I\'ve waited for your touch\nIf you knew how happy you are making me\nI never thought that I\'d love anyone so much \nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I\'m all the way back where I come from \nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like home to me\nIt feels like I\'m all the way back where I belong\nIt feels like I\'m all the way back where I belong 2 ",0 +9547,Freemasons___Uninvited,happy, "Uninvited Like anyone would be\nI am flattered by your fascination with me\nAnd like any hot-blooded woman\nI have simply wanted an object to crave\nBut you, you\'re not allowed\nYou\'re uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight \nMust be strangely exciting\nTo watch the stoic squirm\nMust be somewhat heartening\nTo watch shepherd meet shepherd\nBut you you\'re not allowed\nYou\'re uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight\nLike any uncharted territory\nI must seem greatly intriguing\nYou speak of my love like\nYou have experienced love like mine before\nBut this is not allowed\nYou\'re uninvited\nAn unfortunate slight \nI don\'t think you unworthy\nI need a moment to deliberate",0 +3492,Blink182___Reckless_Abandon,happy, "Reckless Abandon \nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething\'s wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe\'ll use this song to lead you on... \n \nI learned a lot today, not sure if I\'ll get laid and\nNot sure if I\'ll fail or pass, kissed every girl in class\nEverybody would waste it all to have a summer that they could call\nA memory that\'s full of fun, fucked up when it\'s all done\n \nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething\'s wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe\'ll use this song to lead you on \n \nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large \n \nSip a drink of the alcohol, end up kneeling in bathroom stalls\nEyes are red and my movement\'s slow, too high, got vertigo\nHe took a shit in the bathroom tub and fed the dog brownie drugs\nTried hard to not get caught, he fucked a chick in the parking lot \n \nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething\'s wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe\'ll use this song to lead you on \n \nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large\n \n \nBreak a window and bust a wall, making fun of your friend\'s mom\nTurn the music up way too loud, charge the pizza to the house\nEverybody would waste it all to have a summer that they could call\nA memory that\'s full of fun, fucked up when it\'s all done \n \nOn and on, reckless abandon\nSomething\'s wrong, this is gonna shock them\nNothing to hold on to\nWe\'ll use this song to lead you on \n \nAnd break the truth with more bad news\nWe left a scar, size extra-large...6 ",0 +7109,Diana_Ross___I_Will_Survive,happy, "I Will Survive \nThis is dedicated to my girls \n \nAt first I was afraid, I was petrified\nKept thinking I could never live without you by my side\nThen I spent so many nights just thinking how you did me wrong\nAnd I grew strong\nAnd I learned how to get along\nAnd so you\'re back from outer space\nI just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face\nI should have changed that stupid lock\nI should have made you leave your key\nIf I had known for just one second you\'d be back to bother me\n \nGo on now go, walk out the door\nJust turn around now\n\'Cause you\'re not welcome anymore\nWeren\'t you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nYou think I\'d crumble?\nYou think I\'d lay down and die? \n \nOh, no not I, I will survive\nFor as long as I know how to love, I know I\'ll stay alive\nI\'ve got all my life to live\nAnd I\'ve got all my love to give\nI\'ll survive\nI will survive\nHey, hey \n \nI, I will survive\nHey, hey\nI, I will survive\nEvery day\nI, I will survive\nOh yeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\n \nIt took all the strength I had not to fall apart\nJust trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart\nAnd I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself\nI used to cry, but now I hold my head up high\nAnd you see me, somebody new\nI\'m not that chained up little person still in love with you\nAnd so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free\nBut now I\'m saving all my loving for someone who\'s loving me \n \nGo on now, go walk out the door\nJust turn around now\nYou\'re not welcome anymore\nWeren\'t you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nYou think I\'d crumble?\nDid you think I\'d lay down and die? \n \nOh no not I, I will survive\nOh, as long as I know how to love, I know I\'ll stay alive\nI\'ve got all my life to live\nAnd I\'ve got all my love to give\nI\'ll survive\nI will survive\nHey, hey\n \nGo now, go walk out the door\nJust turn around now\n\'Cause you\'re not welcome anymore\nWeren\'t you the one who tried to break me with goodbyes?\nDid you think I\'d crumble?\nDid you think I\'d lay down and die? \n \nOh no not I, I will survive\nOh as long as I know how to love, I know I\'ll stay alive\nI\'ve got all my life to live\nAnd I\'ve got all my love to give\nI\'ll survive\nI will survive\nI will survive \n \nI, I will survive\nHey\nI, I will survive\nEvery day\nI, I will survive\nYeah, yeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nOh yeah\nI, I will survive\nOoh\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nYeah\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nLocka-locka-locka-boom-boom\nI, I will survive\nI\'ve got all my love to give\nI, I will survive\nI\'ve got all my life to live\nI, I will survive\nMy living is not in vain\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nOh no, yeah, oh\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nHey\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nI will survive\nI, I will survive\nHey, hey\nI, I will survive\nI\'m good, I\'m good, I will survive\nI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I\nI will\nI, I will survive ",0 +7488,Dozer___Two_Coins_for_Eyes,sad, "Two Coins for Eyes Why am I lonely\nAnd my soul\'s not here no more\nTry, yeah I do try\nAll I do is try and fail \nWhy the light of day\nWhen it\'s gone comes the war \nWhole, am I whole now\nIs this true or shades of grey\nTime is a true crime\nAnd it\'s victims end up dead\nErebus driver - Take your rider\nTwo coins for eyes...\nFare is offered - Lead and copper\nTwo coins for eyes... \nI\'ll stop this war by being no more\nI won\'t go on, I won\'t live on... \nWhy am I lonely\nAnd my souls not here no more\nTime\'s wasted on me\nAnd I won\'t hold out for more",1 +5895,Coverdale_Page___Pride_And_Joy,happy, "Pride and Joy Take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea\nPurify my soul and pour your ocean over me\nLead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night\nScratch your name across my back, make me feel alright \nYou\'re the best time I have ever had\nYou look so good, oh babe, you must be bad, ha \nDiamonds on your ankles, sapphires on your shoes\nYour little gems of wisdom chase away my blues\nMama\'s little princess, daddy\'s pride and joy\nI\'m like a kid at Christmas, playing with your toys, ooh\nYou shake me in the morning, I wake up black and blue\nOoh child, you act so wild, I\'ll name a hurricane after you\nScarlet fever kisses, little Miss Dynamite\nYoungblood, you look so good, I\'m gonna leave on all the lights \nSo I can see where I\'m goin\', baby\nPlay that thing\nMmm \nSo take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea\nPurify my soul and pour your ocean over me\nLead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night\nScratch my name across my back, make me feel alright \nI have never felt this good before\nIf you want I\'ll sleep outside your door\nYou\'re the best time I have ever had\nYou look so good, oh babe, you must be bad \nYou must be bad",0 +4776,Candlebox___Miss_You,sad, "Miss You All, all it\'s not alright\nYour role it played through time\nCome and rescue me\nYou\'re needed here at home \nAnd your space, a moment in time\nA hand to hold a hand I tried\nWho was it called to you?\nWho called?\nYour stories alive with hellos and goodbyes\nAnd bright lights, first kiss and drunken nights\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and\nHey, I can\'t wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they\'ll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and hey \nAnd the rain\nFalling cold outside\nCovered me the day you died\nYou could have waited one more day\nAnd I should\'ve called\nI dream of your life, the war and the fight\nThe music you played, the love for your wife\nAnd I miss you\nHmm mmm \nI miss you now and\nHey, I can\'t wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they\'ll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nI miss you now and hey\n Bridge:\nAnd I\'m mad at the age\nThat stole you away\nBy surviving that beach\nYou gave me my stay\nAnd I understand by this that I am\nAll that you were was changed by that sand\nBut I miss you yeah\nI miss you yeah \nAnd I miss you, yeah\nAnd hey, I can\'t wait another day\nAnd hey, that crooked smile upon your face\nOh, they\'ll never get old\nAll the stories you told\nFrom the beach to the ring\nTo the songs of your soul\nHow I miss you\nHow I miss you ",1 +5696,Coldplay___Life_In_Technicolor_ii,happy, "Life in Technicolor II \nThere\'s a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street\nEvery night there, the headlights are glowing\nThere\'s a cold war coming on the radio, I heard\nBaby, it\'s a violent world \n \nLove, don\'t let me go\nWon\'t you take me where the street lights glow?\nI can hear it coming, I can hear the siren sound\nNow my feet won\'t touch the ground\n \nTime came a-creeping and time\'s a loaded gun\nEvery road is a ray of light\nIt goes on, time only can lead you on\nStill it\'s such a beautiful night \n \nLove, don\'t let me go\nWon\'t you take me where the street lights glow?\nI can hear it coming like a serenade of sound\nNow my feet won\'t touch the ground \n \nGravity, release me and don\'t ever hold me down\nNow my feet won\'t touch the groundSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 13 ",0 +3605,Blu_Cantrell___I_Love_You,happy, "I Love You \nWe live in a world\nWhere reality depresses all emotions\nThat live inside of me\nLife can be so cruel\nBut you make it easier \nYou picked me up\nWhen I was down\nAnd now my feet\'s on solid ground\n \nYou can never tell\nSomeone too much that you love them\nYou can never know when you go\nThat\'s why you tell them, baby\nYou tell him\nThat you love him \n \nBaby how much can I tell you\nThat I love love love you\nBaby how much can I tell you\nThat I love love love you \n \nAfter all\nThat we\'d been through\nI never thought I found\nSomeone who\'d\nMake me feel so good \nI thank God for blessing me\nFor the opportunity\nTo be around someone like you \nIf everyone was like you\nThe world would be\nA better place, yeah\n \n \n \nBaby\nWe need to be strong\nWe\'ll keep love alive \nThat\'s why\nI sing this song for you\nI\'m gonna tell the world\nI love you \n ",0 +314,Ace_of_Base___Young_And_Proud,happy, "Young and Proud \nOh, oh, oh \n \nWe are much too young and life\'s so big\nWe don\'t know yet what the future brings\nIn it\'s hands for us\nWhat tomorrow brings, the future knows\nNo matter what you say, no matter what you do\nWe are united\nYoung and proud, young and proud\nWe are marching on the same side of destiny\nOn the same side of destiny\n \nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m giving you my love, though it\'s never for sale\nAnd we\'re so young and proud\nOh, anyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling out your name\nOh, anyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling out your name\nI\'m calling, calling out your name \n \nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m giving you my love, though it\'s never for sale\nAnyway, anyway you, do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m giving you my love, though it\'s never for sale\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m calling out your name, but you never hear me\nAnyway, anyway, you do it wrong\nI\'m giving you my love, though it\'s never for sale",0 +3113,Billy_Bragg___M_For_Me,happy, "M for Me Take the M for me and the Y for you\nOut of family and it all falls through\nWe\'ve got to love each other everyday\nInstead of hoping it might stay that way \nNow, I\'ve got friends who are telling me\nThey\'re living in clover\nBut lose the C for commitment and the L for love\nAnd it\'s over, baby, it\'s all over now \nI\'m not thinking about the things you said\nAs we lay awake last night in bed\nI\'m just happy to be by your side\nWhen we\'re rolling in the sheets or tumbling in the tide\nYou keep on come telling me all about your problems\nLet\'s pull the Y off of your and throw it on the fire\nAnd make 'em our problems, baby\nOur problems now \nTake the M for me and the Y for you\nOut of family and it all falls through\nWe\'ve got to love each other every day\nInstead of hoping it might stay that way \nYour problems, baby\nMake 'em our problems now\nYour problems, baby\nMake 'em our problems now",0 +2048,Athlete___Hurricane,happy, "Hurricane All the places we grew up with\nPlaying hide and seek\nDisappearing while we all sleep \nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to\nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to \nOh hurricane\nOh hurricane \nAll the millions that we marched with\nIt never made a sound\nNever made a sound on your lips\nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to\nBut we\'re not giving up the coastline so easily \nOh hurricane\nOh hurricane \nI don\'t want to run\nI\'ve been here since I was young\nWhat we see today\nCould be gone within the hour\nOh Hurricane\nWhat you gonna do to us this time?\nOh Hurricane\nWhat you gonna do to us this time? \nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to\nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to\nAnd it\'s something we\'ve got to get used to\nWe\'re not giving up the coastline so easily\nOh Hurricane",0 +1851,Armin_van_Buuren___Never_Say_Never,sad, "Never Say Never \nStay with me\nWon\'t you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never \n \nLove, you\'re in my flesh and bone\nWhere ever you go I\'m home\nI\'ll follow you, yeah\nYou\'re in my head, in my heart, in my soul\nThe air I breathe\nYou\'re in my head\nYes you’re my favorite need \nI\'ll follow you, yeah \n \nWhen everything seems lost\nI\'m stuck and falling down\nYou will guide me home\nSo promise me \n \nYou\'ll stay with me\nWon\'t you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never \nStay with me\nWon\'t you wait for me?\nCare for me\nAnd never say never, again\nNo never say never, again\nNo never say never, again\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 \nStay with me \n \nNo never say never\nSay never, say never again \n ",1 +1348,Angtoria___God_has_a_plan_for_us_all,sad, "God Has A Plan For Us All Let his holy choir sing in sodomy, praise be!\nSurrender your body and your soul unto him, demoralize me! \nSo he crept into my room\nWhispered my name, took my innocence away\nI´m only five, a pervert\'s concubine \nGod has a plan for us all\nI\'ve been touched by the hand of god\nMy sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy\nYou do not believe in him but he believes in you\nHe wants you to repent all your sins. Let him in, inside you! \nGod has a plan for us all\nYou are one of God\'s children\nGet on your knees, Serve him well, my child \nI´ve fallen prey to the devil in disguise \nGod has a plan for us all\nDon´t say a word or you\'ll go to hell\nGod has a plan for you all\nOpen up for him; let Jesus in!\nHis sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy!",1 +4989,Cat_Power___Enough,sad, "Enough My intuition said it was\nMy intuition said it was fair\nAll you should know there\'s\nNot enough to go around \nHere they go again\nI can see 'em\nAs they try they try to take it out on me\nHere they go again I can\nWatch closer now\nI can watch closer now\nThey can\'t find enough\nTo take enough from me\nThey can\'t find enough\nTo take enough from me\nGuess I go down \nSaid it wasn\'t but I guess it was\nSay it wasn\'t but I guess it ends \nHere they go again\nI can, try, try \nMy Intuition knocked again fair\nAll you should know by now is there\'s\nNot enough to go around \nBut I never go that way\nThe other half of me said I should\nThrow it down the drain\nThrow it down the drain \nThey can\'t find enough\nTo take enough from me\nThey can\'t find enough\nTo take enough from me\n I\'ve seen the hordes of war\nLooking down that drain\nAt your heart\nHere they go and they try ",1 +8457,Erasure___Blue_Savannah,happy, "Blue Savannah Blue Savannah song\nOh blue Savannah song\nSomewhere 'cross the desert\nSometime in the early hours\nIn a restless world\nOn the open highway \nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you\nBlue Savannah song\nOh blue Savannah song\nRacing 'cross the desert\nAt a hundred miles an hour\nTo the orange side\nThrough the clouds and thunder \nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you \nI\'m on my way back and your love will bring me home\nSay that your loving will bring me home\nI\'m traveling fast and your love will bring me home\nSay that your loving will bring me home\nWill I discover that your love will bring me home?\nDream away, darling\nWill I discover that your love will bring me home? Yeah \nSomewhere 'cross the desert\nSometime in the early hours\nTo the orange side\nThrough the clouds and thunder \nMy home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only\nI send my love to you\n Home is where the heart is\nSweet to surrender to you only Sweet to surrender\nI send my love to you\nOh, Savannah song Sweet to surrender\nTo you only\nI send my love to you\nOh, Savannah song\nTo you only\nTo you only ",0 +6240,DMX___Its_All_Good,anger, "It’s All Good \nLove my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nLove my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches? \n \nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n \nYo, chickens is good for pluckin\', so I\'m stickin\' bitches, fuckin\'\nGot \'em trickin\' while they suckin\', give em dick and they be buggin\'\nI\'ve done it all, from mackin\' two hoes on a three-way\nDominican hoes on B-way, country hoes in V-A\nAnd they all say the same about my game, it\'s tight\nThat\'s why every night a different group of bitches start a fight\nOver some dick that they don\'t even own\nAll I\'m givin\' them is the bone\nBlowin\' up a nigga phone, but ain\'t nobody home Damn\nI\'m in the zone, tryna do things\nLet\'s turn this into a crew thing, Wassup girlfriend, you game? \nThey\'ll wonder Why? , when I leave at night\nIt\'s because I thieve at night\nI\'m leavin\' bitches not breathin\' right\nI fuck they head up with some slick shit\nHit \'em off with some long dick shit\nMake it some quick shit, but rip shit Woah\nThen I\'m out, just like the trash on a Thursday\nKnowin\' she\'d be givin\' up the ass on the first date \n \nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n \nFlocks of bitches by the dozens, from sisters to cousins\nGot \'em doin\' shit they said they wasn\'t ever gonna do\nLike knowin\' I\'d fuck the bitch that she was close to Uh-huh\nStill gave up the ass and dough, she was supposed to What?\nPictures of bitches and flicks of chicks\nVideos with the baddest hoes, suckin\' dick\nIt\'s the dog in me, that makes me do wrong\nAnd honeys can\'t help but get strung Why?\n\'Cause the game is too strong Okay\nI like \'em greedy, black like Edi\nEyes beady, willin\' to give to the needy\nI done ran through \'em all, from around the way bitches Uh-huh\nTo them outta state hoes, and even hittin\' gay bitches Uh\nAll I tell \'em is, Let me get that, then it\'s on\nKnock her motherfuckin\' boots, and then I\'m gone\nI got the white bitches sayin\', It\'s a black thing \n\'Cause I leave that ho with no dough and plenty of back pain \n \nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\n \nBitches who get props, \'cause they know who can get got\nAnd they can get shot, by the way a niggas lip drop\nWalk up in the spot, knowin\' what she want strictly\nWhen hon\' wants the dickly, hon\' comes and gets me\nHits me, pays me, doesn\'t get crazy\nKnows to be Swayze, \'cause that\'s daddy\'s baby\nI keep them hoes in check, like the government\nHittin\' \'em off with nothin\' but the dick, and they lovin\' it\nHuggin\' it, like it\'s they best friend, \'cause it is\nWord to Miz, fuckin\' with tricks is just biz\'\nI deal with strictly dimes\nGot \'em committin\' they first crimes\nNow she suckin\' dick, for the first time\nAnd ain\'t no secret, \'bout how I freak it, when they sleeped it\nNever know how I peeped it, then creeped it\nThat\'s how I know this must be that shit\nI tell them bitches, I\'ll be back, and they believe that shit \n \nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, fuck all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, and all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches\nIt\'s all good, it\'s alright\nFuck all day, and all night\nCall my bitches, \'cause wherever I go, y\'all my bitches\nEast to the West coast, all my bitches \n \nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nI love my niggas, but where\'s my bitches?\nNigga46 ",3 +6773,Dean__Britta___Night_Nurse,happy, "Night Nurse You are the treacle in my pie\nYou are the splinter in my eye\nYou make the ice melt, the butter run\nYou are the ink stain, you are the one \nSleep together the milkyway\nSleep forever and a day\nLovely jewels in joy designed\nLa la la la... \nI am the local, I am express\nI am a tourist in a summer dress\nI am the night nurse, I am the most\nI am the visitor, you are the host\nMy wings are clipped\nMy drinks are sipped\nMy lips are lipped\nMy lid is flipped \nI am the night nurse\nI am the most\nI am the visitor\nYou are the host ",0 +3582,Blood__Sweat__Tears___I_Love_You_More_Than_Youll_Ever_Know,sad, "I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know If I ever leave you\nYou can say I told you so\nAnd if I ever hurt you baby\nYou know I hurt myself as well \nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you baby, more than you\'ll ever know\nMore than you\'ll ever know \nWhen I wasn\'t makin\' too much money\nYou know where my paycheck went\nYou know I brought it home to baby\nAnd I never spent one red cent\nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you baby, more than you\'ll ever know\nMore than you\'ll ever know \nI\'m not tryin\' to be any kind of man\nI\'m tryin\' to be somebody you can love, trust and understand\nI know that I can dream, yeah\nA part of you that no one else could see\nI just gotta hear, hear you say : 'It\'s all right, yeah, yeah, yeah\' \nI\'m only flesh and blood\nI can be anything that you demand\nI could president of General Motors baby, heh\nOr just a tiny little grain of sand \nIs that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI love you babe, I love you babe\nI love you more than you\'ll ever know \nYeah\nYeah, yeah \nIf I ever leave you\nYou can say I told you so\nAnd if I ever hurt you\nYou know I hurt myself as well\n Is that any way for a man to carry on ?\nYou think he wants his little loved one gone\nI tried to tell I love you baby, love you baby, yeah love you baby\nI love you more than you\'ll ever know, ooh yeah yeah ... \nI love you, I love you, I love you baby \nWell all right!\nI told you so many times before\nI love you, I love you, I love you\nIf you don\'t know then I\'ll tell you one more time\nI love you, I love you, I love you .. ",1 +6016,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Bad_Moon_Rising,happy, "Bad Moon Rising \nI see the bad moon arising\nI see trouble on the way\nI see earthquakes and lightnin\'\nI see bad times today \n \nDon\'t go around tonight\nWell, it\'s bound to take your life\nThere\'s a bad moon on the rise\n \nI hear hurricanes a blowing\nI know the end is coming soon\nI fear rivers overflowing\nI hear the voice of rage and ruin \n \nDon\'t go around tonight\nWell, it\'s bound to take your life\nThere\'s a bad moon on the rise \n \n \nHope you got your things together\nHope you are quite prepared to die\nLooks like we\'re in for nasty weather\nOne eye is taken for an eye \n \nWell don\'t go around tonight\nWell it\'s bound to take your life\nThere\'s a bad moon on the rise \n \nDon\'t go around tonight\nWell, it\'s bound to take your life\nThere\'s a bad moon on the rise 23 ",0 +7446,Doro___Black_rose,calm, "Black Rose I heard your echo\nAs I walked these halls\nI saw your picture\nOn the stone cold walls\nI remembered you telling me\nYour love would never die\nAnd then you turned your back and said\nGood luck and goodbye \nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you\'ve gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nI saw your taillights\nFading down the street\nI held that black rose\nAnd it smelled so sweet\nA thorn cut my fingertip\nI hurt so deep inside\nAnd I tasted the bad blood of\nA good love that died \nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd my heart turns dark as a storm grows\nAnd where you\'ve gone only heaven knows\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose \nAnd you gave me a black rose\nAnd where you\'ve gone only heaven knows\nAnd I now live where no angel goes\nI feel so blue knowing you\nGave me a black rose\nA black rose",2 +102,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___To_Fix_the_Gash_In_Your_Head,sad, "To Fix the Gash in Your Head I want to beat you up\nI don\'t care, 'cause I won\'t feel sorry\nI want to take you down\nI know that you will see in glory \nI want to beat you in\nI\'ll make you feel my sorrow\nI want to take you out\nI\'ll come find you tomorrow \nEvery time you leave\nI go down\nI\'ll just wait for you to turn around\nAnd kick your head in\nI want you to let it drop\nI don\'t care, 'cause I won\'t feel sorry\nI want to mess you up\nKeep on spending time with glory \nI want to beat you up\nYou make me feel so hollow\nI want to take you down\nEvery word you said you said you\'ll swallow \nEvery time you leave\nWell I go down\nI\'ll just have to wait till you turn around\nAnd kick your head in \nI want to beat you up\nI don\'t care, 'cause I won\'t feel sorry\nI want to take you down\nI know that you will see in glory \nI want to beat you in\nI\'ll make you feel my sorrow\nI want to take you out\nI\'ll come find you tomorrow \nEvery time you leave\nI go down\nI\'ll just wait till you turn around\nAnd kick your face in\n To fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head\nTo fix the gash in your head ",1 +6775,Dean__Britta___White_Horses,calm, "White Horses On white horses let me ride away\nTo my world of dreams so far away\nLet me run\nTo the sun \nTo a world my heart can understand\nIt\'s a gentle warm and wonderland\nFar away\nStars away \nWhere the clouds are made of candyfloss\nAs the day is born\nWhen the stars are gone\nWe\'ll race to meet the dawn\nSo when I can only see the grey\nOf a sad and very lonely day\nThat\'s when I\nSoftly sigh\nOn white horses\nSnowy white horses\nLet me ride away",2 +8735,Exodus___Children_Of_A_Worthless_God,anger, "Children of a Worthless God \nBrainwashed into madness\nYour children are killers without fear\nManipulate and dominate\nStealing their lives for your hate\nTwisted perverted minds\nThink as we do or you die\nDemagogue, fanatical tyrant\nA false prophet seething with lies \n \nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds\n \nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god \n \nPropagation of violence\nYour one god a disease upon man\nExecution, crucifixion\nThe answer for those not in your plan\nThe penalty for contempt against your god\nIs death and nothing else\nIgnorant infidels\nAre subhuman and will all burn in hell \n \nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds \n \nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\n \n \n \nSmite the perverts and the obstinate\nPraising the death of the free\nUnited States of Islam\nThat\'s what you would like it to be\nViolate the unbelievers\nPraising crimes against man\nHuman rights mean nothing\nDoctrine of death a scourge upon man \n \nI you fear, seeing through your lies\nYou I fear, raping of innocent minds \n \nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\nFollow us blindly or die like a dog\nBlood mixed with sand for this holy war\nYour saviors a killer, you die for Allah\nYou are all children of a worthless god\n 1 ",3 +207,ATB___Long_Way_Home,calm, "Long Way Home I\'m kicking that stone\nDown your street alone\nAnd the walls criticize where I have gone\nI\'m throwing that stone\nThrough your open door\nAnd the halls seem to tell me that I am wrong \nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhere everything\'s overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday\nRemember that wall\nWhere we used to hide\nAnd the world seemed so dark and cold outside\nRemember that field\nWhere we used to kiss\nAnd the rain washed away our secret list \nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhere everything\'s overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday \nNobody\'s home\nAnd I feel lost inside\nThere\'s a clock counting down\nWhat\'s left of time\nWhen you\'re all alone\nIt\'s easy to hesitate\nLike a girl listening to her heart break\n I\'m taking the long way home\nWhere everything\'s overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI\'m taking the long way home \nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhere everything\'s overgrown\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow\nI\'m taking the long way home\nWhatever may come and go\nJust like the boy\nTrying to give it away\nI regret tomorrow more than yesterday ",2 +3156,Billy_Joel___Keeping_The_Faith,happy, "Keeping the Faith \nIf it seems like I\'ve been lost in let\'s remember \nIf you think I\'m feelin\' older and missin\' my younger days, oh-oh\nThen you should have known me much better\n\'Cause my past is somethin\' that never got in my way, oh no \n \nStill I would not be here now if I never had the hunger\nAnd I\'m not ashamed to say the wild boys were my friends, oh\n\'Cause I never felt the desire\n\'Til their music set me on fire\n \nAnd then I was saved, yeah\nThat\'s why I\'m keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith \n \nWe wore matador boots, only Flagg Brothers had \'em with a Cuban heel\nIridescent socks with the same color shirt and a tight pair of chinos\nOh, I put on my shark skin jacket, you know the kind with the velvet collar\nAnd ditty-bop shades, oh yeah \n \nI took a fresh pack of Luckies and a mint called Sen-Sen\nMy old man\'s Trojans and his Old Spice aftershave, oh\nCombed my hair in a pompadour like the rest of the Romeos wore\nA permanent wave, yeah \n \nWe were keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith \n \nYou can get just so much from the good thing\nYou can linger too long in your dreams\nSay goodbye to the oldies but goodies\n\'Cause the good ol\' days weren\'t always good\nAnd tomorrow ain\'t as bad as it seems\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 \nLearned stickball as a formal education\nLost a lot of fights but it taught me how to lose okay, oh\nI heard about sex but not enough\nI found you could dance and still look tough anyway\nOh yes I did \n \nI found out a man ain\'t just bein\' macho\nAte an awful lot of late night drive-in food, drank a lot of take home pay\nI thought I was the Duke of Earl\nWhen I made it with a red-haired girl in a Chevrolet\nOh, yeah \n \nWe were keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith \n \nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nOh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh\nYou know the good ol\' days weren\'t always good\nAnd tomorrow ain\'t as bad as it seems\n \nI told you my reasons for the whole revival\nNow I\'m goin\' outside to have an ice cold beer in the shade, oh\nI\'m going to listen to my 45\'s\nAin\'t it wonderful to be alive when the rock \'n\' roll plays, yeah\nWhen the memory stays, yeah \n \nI\'m keepin\' the faith\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nKeepin\' the faith \n \nI\'m keepin\' the faith, yes I am\nYou know I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yes I am\nYou know I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh you know I will\nI\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yeah!\nOoh I\'m keepin\' the faith, oh yeah ",0 +4908,Cartel___Wonderwall,sad, "Wonderwall Today was gonna be the day\nThat they\'re gonna throw it back to you\nBy now you should\'ve somehow\nRealized what you\'ve got to do\nI don\'t believe that anybody\nFeels the way I do about you now \nBackbeat the word is on the street\nThat the fire in your heart is out\nI\'m sure you\'ve heard it all before\nBut you never really had a doubt\nAnd I don\'t believe that anybody feels\nThe way I do about you now\nAnd all the roads we have to walk along are winding\nAnd all the lights that lead us there are blinding\nThere are many things that I would\nLike to say to you\nBut I don\'t know how \nSo I said maybe\nYou\'re gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all\nYou\'re my wonderwall \nToday was gonna be the day\nBut they\'ll never throw it back to you\nBy now you should\'ve somehow\nRealized what you\'ve got to do\nI don\'t believe that anybody\nFeels the way I do about you now \nAnd all the roads we had to walk are winding\nAnd all the lights that lead us there are blinding\nThere are many things that I would like to say to you\nI don\'t know how \nSo I said maybe\nYou\'re gonna be the one that saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou\'re my wonderwall\n So I said maybe\nYou\'re gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou\'re my wonderwall \nSo I said maybe\nYou\'re gonna be the one who saves me?\nAnd after all...\nYou\'re my wonderwall \nSaid maybe\nYou\'re gonna be the one that saves me\nYou\'re gonna be the one that saves me\nYou\'re gonna be the one that saves me ",1 +8736,Exploited___Blown_To_Bits_album,anger, "', 'default\'",3 +1563,AntiFlag___Spazs_House_Destruction_Party,happy, "Spaz’s House Destruction Party I want to tell you a little story \'bout a party\nThat went all right, but went all wrong\nI want to tell you a little story \'bout a party\nIn this song \nHey! Hey! Hey! Hey!\nHey! Hey! Hey! \nIt happened back in \'93\nIn the Pittsburgh punk rock scene\nAn event that will go down in infamy\nIt was all the master plan\nOf one legendary punk rock kid\nHis name was Spaz, S-P-A-Z\nAn eviction notice to his house sparked off an idea\n I should have one last party at my place! \nSo off he set with his master plan\nThe invitations in his hand\nRead, You\'re invited to my house destruction party! \n \nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived \nLet\'s go! \nWe played there St. Patrick\'s Day\nWith Submachine and The Bad Genes\nIn a basement full of debris\nFrom kicked in doors, broken glass\nKnocked-out walls, the place was trashed\nThe house was now missing its support beams \nThe bathrooms had no toilets\nOr sinks left in them\nThere was nothing in the kitchen left to break\n Aus-Rotten spray painted on walls\nDrunk punks passed out in the halls\nAnd this was just the second night\nOf a three-day long party\n \nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived \nThe cops showed up and all the kids went piling out the back\nI remember running away and hiding out in the lot behind the Squirrel Hill Mellon Bank\nThe cop said I want to speak to someone who lives here! and this punk kid said she did\nHe asked Is this the condition this house has always been in? She answered, Uh... yeah. It is. \n \nSpaz\'s house destruction party\nIt was chaos with no end\nIf you were crazy enough to make the house destruction party\nThen you know you\'re lucky that you lived \nLet\'s go! Hey! ",0 +5829,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___The_Blackest_Lily,sad, "The Blackest Lily I didn\'t know what the day was\nI didn\'t know what the time it was\nI didn\'t know what my heart would do\nI was afraid of nothing\nWhen you called me on the telephone \nI was a creature of appetites\nAnd we played a game that you didn\'t like\nThere wasn\'t nothing that I could do\nI can be so bad, I can be so bad\nThey just took it away and they broke it in two\nOh, oh\nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew \nThe blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon\'t protect my heart from you, oh, oh, oh \nYou were unnervingly delicate\nAnd I had a weakness for etiquette\nYou laid a trail that led straight to your door, oh\nAnd I could resist but it was hard to ignore, oh \nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew \nOh, The blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon\'t protect my heart from you, oh\nThe blackest lily, the blackest pony \nI didn\'t know what the day was\nI didn\'t know what the time it was\nI didn\'t know what my heart would do\n And I was afraid of nothing\nWhen you called, called me on the telephone \nColor my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew, oh \nOh, the blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon\'t protect my heart from you \nOh, color my heart, color my heart\nMake it restart, make it restart\nColor my heart\nI want it more than I ever knew \nOh, the blackest lily, the blackest pony\nWon\'t protect my heart from you, oh\nOh, oh, oh ",1 +3258,Björk___Its_Oh_So_Quiet,happy, "It’s Oh So Quiet \nShh, shh \n \nIt\'s oh, so quiet, shh, shh\nIt\'s oh, so still, shh, shh\nYou\'re all alone, shh, shh\nAnd so peaceful until \n \nYou fall in love, zing boom\nThe sky up above, zing boom\nIs caving in, wow bam!\n \nYou\'ve never been so nuts about a guy\nYou wanna laugh, you wanna cry\nYou cross your heart and hope to die \n \nTill it\'s over, and then, shh, shh\nIt\'s nice and quiet, shh, shh\nBut soon again, shh, shh\nStarts another big riot \n \nYou blow a fuse, zing boom\nThe devil cuts loose, zing boom\nSo what\'s the use, wow, bam!\nOf falling in love? \n \nIt\'s oh, so quiet\nIt\'s oh, so still\nYou\'re all alone\nAnd so peaceful until \n \nYou ring the bell, bim bam\nYou shout and you yell, hi ho-ho\nYou broke the spell\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nGee, this is swell, you almost have a fit\nThis guy is “gorge” and I got hit\nThere\'s no mistake, this is it! \n \nTill it\'s over, and then\nIt\'s nice and quiet, shh, shh\nBut soon again, shh, shh\nStarts another big riot \n \nYou blow a fuse, zing boom\nThe devil cuts loose, zing boom\nSo what\'s the use, wow, bam!\nOf falling in love? \n \nThe sky caves in\nThe devil cuts loose\nYou blow, blow, blow\nBlow, blow your fuse, ahh!\nWhen you fall in love\nShh15 ",0 +5936,Cradle_Of_Filth___Hallowed_Be_Thy_Name,sad, "Hallowed Be Thy Name I\'m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime\nReflecting on my past life and it doesn\'t have much time\n\'Cause at 5 o\'clock they take me to The Gallow\'s Pole\nThe sands of time for me are running low\nMotherfuckers!\nRunning low \nWhen the priest comes to read me the last rites\nI take a look through the bars at the last sights\nOf a world that has gone very wrong for me\nCan it be there\'s some sort of error?\nHard to stop the surmounting terror\nIs it really the end not some crazy dream? \nSomebody please tell me that I\'m dreaming\nIt\'s not so easy to stop from screaming\nBut words escape me when I try to speak\nTears they flow but why am I crying\nAfter all I am not afraid of dying\nDon\'t I believe that there is never an end \nAs the guards march me out to the courtyard\nSomeone calls from a cell God be with you\nIf there\'s a God then why has he let me die? \nAs I walk all my life drifts before me\nAnd though the end is near I\'m not sorry\nCatch my soul 'cause it\'s willing to fly away \nMark my words please believe my soul lives on\nPlease don\'t worry now that I have gone\nI\'ve gone beyond to see the truth \nSo when you know that your time is close at hand\nMaybe then you\'ll begin to understand\nLife down there is just a strange illusion\n Oh, hallowed be thy name\nOh, hallowed be thy\nName \nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nHallowed be thy name\nNo ",1 +242,Abba___Gimme_Gimme_Gimme_A_Man_After_Midnight,happy, "TranslationsEnglishGimme! Gimme! Gimme! A Man After Midnight \nHalf-past twelve\nAnd I\'m watching the late show in my flat, all alone\nHow I hate to spend the evening on my own\nAutumn winds\nBlowing outside the window as I look around the room\nAnd it makes me so depressed to see the gloom \n \nThere\'s not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer\n \nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon\'t somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day \n \nMovie stars\nFind the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win\nIt\'s so different from the world I\'m living in\nTired of TV\nI open the window and I gaze into the night\nBut there\'s nothing there to see, no one in sight \n \nThere\'s not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer \n \nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon\'t somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day \n \nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\n \n \nThere\'s not a soul out there\nNo one to hear my prayer \n \nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon\'t somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nWon\'t somebody help me chase the shadows away?\nGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight\nTake me through the darkness to the break of the day23 ",0 +1595,Antimatter___Ghosts,sad, "Ghosts All the faces on the photographs have changed\nTo not confuse it all, the names remain the same\nShould I wait or let the past just fall?\nThe whispers are veiled\nShould you try to realign some day\nYou may find that there was nothing anyway\nIs it me or did we all get bored insane?\nPlaying the game\nI\'m peering through the holes\nBeen digging through the dirt\nTrying to save the small yesterdays",1 +8023,Ellie_Goulding___Fighter_Plane,sad, "Fighter Plane Stones falling down\nRoller coaster, heart pound\nFears overplayed\nTwo left feet emergency \nWide open space\nCatch my tail\nFishing net\nFold up my frown\nTake the rage\nAnd smooth it out\nStick to my skin\nPaper mache face to live in\nSame view to paint\nWatercolour your name \nFace your mistakes\nYou will never have to feel that way again\nOil your chains, under rate\nYou will never have to feel that way again\nRead every page\nPress the dents, fighter plane \nI held the fort, and I swung my sword I have muted the screams I have broken the falls oh I have fought, and I swung my sword I have muted the screams I have broken the falls \nFighter Plane\nFly away! 1 ",1 +7485,Downset___About_To_Blast,anger, "About To Blast Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The\nHood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well\nWhose fault is it, and who\'s to blame? Well, I\'m pointing my\nFingers at the ones who set up this game. This is what you\'ve\nGiven us and that is what you\'ve taken. Jail won\'t cure your\nGiven disease; You are straight mistaken. Child to child\nBlood stain on the flag, down on the solo creep fool and it\'s\nAbout to blast! It\'s gonna be on fool! Cuzz it\'s about to\nBlast! Mind control and it\'s fading fast! Huh world cuzz it\'s\nAbout to blast! Children crying and bullets crack! Yup cuzz\nIt\'s about to blast! And it\'s aiming at you, so what are you\nGonna do? Give it to 'em! Inner city erosion, political racial\nExplosion. Mental repression fuels that murder rate\'s explosi-\nOn. From canons straight to the bloods and crips, I say they\nGot you on lockdown with birds and a 20 dip. The system fuels\nThat anger - the killing goes on strong from 818 to 213 -\nBloodshed from your timebomb. You making a move on me? Fool\nYou better move fast, dying in the killing fields and it\'s\nAbout to blast! It\'s about to blast! Boom. Another dead young-\nSter on my block. Look in his face, politician, when a gun\nBlast makes his body drop. Your system killed him; mediocracy\nHanded to him, statistical product. You and the concrete made\nHime useless. Incarceration institution; 5 x 7 corruption;\nKill his mind is how you do him. Realize as they de humanize\nOur lives that they construct a raging humanity with fury in\nTheir eyes. Welfare, the opportunity that disables the appli-\nCation of the generate crutch. Clear the way for defective\nMaturity which leads to psychopathic institutional conduct\nLies, rape, intimidation, sovereign infliction of all. Social-\nLy declared obscene application of reconstructive formula\nFool! I\'ve had enough of the blood rainfall on me! 818 - 213 -\n310 about to blast from that time bomb! Boom",3 +8704,Everything_But_The_Girl___Cross_My_Heart,calm, "Cross My Heart \nNow and then\nDo you wash your hands of me again?\nWish me anywhere but home\nDrunk and on the end of your phone \n \nFrom time to time\nDo you guess what\'s really on my mind?\nGuess that How you keeping now? \nMeans Where are you sleeping now \n \nBut of course it\'s not polite\nTo ask you where you spent last night\nAnd if I did you might\nReply that I have no right\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nGlad that you\'re no longer mine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die \n \nYou\'d be appalled\nIf you knew what I was doing when you called\nYes, I can see I\'m blundering\nAlways end up wondering \n \nWill it ever be alright\nTo ask you where you spent last night?\nAnd can it be polite\nThe way we never write\nOf course I don\'t have the time\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die\n \n \nOh, I know it\'s not polite\nTo ask you where you spent last night\nAnd if I did you might\nReply that I have no right\nAnd anyway I\'m fine\nNow you\'re no longer mine\nIf I should tell a lie\nI\'ll cross my heart and hope to die\nI hope we never die\nI hope we never die\nI hope we never die \n \nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart\nCross my heart ",2 +4511,Bucks_Fizz___Now_Those_Days_Are_Gone,sad, "Now Those Days Are Gone Thinking, long ago when we were young and free\nLove happened easily and dreams never died\nLife sung a pretty song, now those days are gone \nCrying, finding comfort in the friends we knew\nNow it\'s just me and you trying alone\nWe used to get along we used to now those days are gone \nPlaying with words when there\'s nothing much to say\nSearching to find what we lost along the way\nCould it be one day our feelings changed\nI hope we see it through 'cause I just can\'t stand the thought\nOf life without you\nDreaming, whispers echo on the summer wind\nBack where the love begins, when nights were so warm\nWith stars we could wish upon, now those days are gone \nWe had a chance but we lost it all somehow\nBroken the spell and our dreams lie heavy now\nCould it be some day our feelings changed\nI hope we see it though 'cause I just can\'t stand the thought\nOf life without you \nThinking, long ago when we were young and free\nLove happened suddenly and we couldn\'t see\nWhere we were going wrong, now those days are gone",1 +7205,Dinosaur_Jr___Flying_Cloud,sad, "Flying Cloud Things happen and no one told me\nYou can\'t think, you can\'t drink it\nYou laughed again then you rode me\nI won\'t drop it, you can\'t stop it now\nHey lady, where you going?\nHey lady, why aren’t it snowing?\nWere you riding the chair alone?\nHey lady, where\'s your friend?\nHey lady, blew you off again\nDon\'t worry, I\'ll ride you up to the top\nHey lady, sorry, that\'s the last stop\nI\'ll see you I\'ll see you\nAll the way down\nI\'ll see you\nIn the large flying cloud\nI\'ll see you\nI\'ll see you\nAll the way down\nIn the large flying cloud",1 +9369,For_My_Pain___Killing_Romance,happy, "Killing Romance No, I can\'t go on\nI\'m waiting only for tomorrow\nLife, so meaningless and hollow\nIt\'s the circle of sorrow \nAll I once believed in is dead\nA faded halo around my head\nInnocence turns into regret\nA sinner in a white veil \nThe bond of trust\nBurned by lust\nOne wicked glance led into killing romance\nNow I know that death can dance\nCHORUS \nIn the shadows of the endless night\nI\'m paying the sins with my life\nIt hurts to come into daylight\nI\'m cursed to roam in the dark \nThe passion of life\nGone in the shade of night\nWith no belief and bleeding wings\nI\'m half of the man I used to be \nCHORUS",0 +6319,Dan_Deacon___Woof_Woof,happy, "Woof Woof Beast Antelope grazed the fields today\nBeast Lion eats fat and flesh away\nLeast little bugs clean the bones and say\nWithout us a price you\'d all Pay \nBe real slow like a glue\nFeast with the hawks and let the hawks feast you\nA little piece, a little beast\nClean a little teeth with the tiny little cream priest \nI feel low\nBut now i know that soon go\nHow and when\'s what I don\'t know\nWhen it comes i hope that I\'ll still glow\nSome bees are better off left alone\nSome bees feel better off in the throne\nSome bees are friendly like you and me\nSome bees are lazy \nDnuorgyalp elttil ynit a nur sgniht elttil esehT\n,tsaef a ta noil ,tsaeb elttiL\n.hguorht nur s\'traeh eht tub seye eht tog llitS\n.uoy ekil I ,ris yllaer ,stsaeB \n!yap annog er\'uoy ecirp eht s\'taht woN\nYas dna daor eht naelc sgub elttil tsaeL\'\nYawa hself dna taf stae noiL tsaeB\nYadot sdleif eht dezarg epoletnA tsaeB \nSome bees are better off left alone\nSome bees feel better off in the throne\nSome bees are friendly like you and me\nSome bees are lazy \nPlease go wild\nLet your skin free\nHold your head up\nBeasts the big see\nFeel the rainbow\nLet the mold grow\nMove in deeper\nGo where they won\'t\n Free To Interpretation \nPlease go wild\nLet your skin free\nHold your head up\nBeasts the big see\nFeel the rainbow\nLet the mold grow\nMove in deeper\nGo where they won\'t ",0 +8941,Feeder___Insomnia,calm, "Insomnia Reading magazines and counting sheep to pass the time away\nHoping that tomorrow\'s gonna bring a smile back home again\nImages of palm trees sway in the wind on south beach\nTakes me back to better days, summer rays, the Everglades in June \nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain \nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia\nFlying high in golden skies, I\'m flicking channels in my mind\nFinding my utopia a different chapter in a book\nThinking back to younger days as I escape in coopers break\nTakes me back to '84, the future\'s knocking at my door \nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain \nMy brain, my poor brain\nMy brain, my poor brain \nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia \nI\'m drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia \nTurning off the switch inside me\nLeaving all the stress behind me\nFlying over streets and houses\nPassing over the wye valley\nTakes me back to '84\nThe future\'s knocking at my door\n My brain, my poor brain \nDrinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia \nI\'m drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia \nI\'m drinking myself to sleep again\nNight nurse pills to keep me sane\nDrinking myself to sleep again\nInsomnia ",2 +95,A_Perfect_Circle___Orestes,sad, "Orestes \nMetaphor for a missing moment\nPull me in to your perfect circle\nOne womb, one shame, one resolve\nLiberate this will to release us all \n \nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this\nUmbilical residue\nKeeping me from killing you\n \nAnd from pulling you down with me here\nI can almost hear you scream \n \nOne more medicated, peaceful moment\nGive me one more medicated, peaceful moment\nAnd I don\'t wanna feel this overwhelming hostility\nI don\'t wanna feel this overwhelming hostility \n \nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this umbilical residue\nGotta cut away, clear away\nSnip away and sever this umbilical residue\nKeeping me from killing you \n \nSnip away and sever this\nKeeping me from killing you 13 ",1 +3047,Bikini_Kill___I_Hate_Danger,anger, "I Hate Danger \nI said, I wanna come over \nYou said, Okay, just come over \nYour friends are all on the couch\nYour friends said, Let\'s walk around \n \nI\'ll pretend your friends are my friends\nAnd kinda try not to offend them\nBut I won\'t let you see anything real\nBut you know, there\'s limits too\n \nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago \n \nIt\'s one particular point of view\nThis group dynamic caters to\nIt\'s a predictable point of view\nI think you know when it caters to you \n \nAnd if you do know, don\'t act like you don\'t\n\'Cause it\'s really annoying\nAnd if you don\'t know, well, let\'s just say\nYou\'re a lot, lot stupider than I thought \n \nI\'ll pretend your friends are my friends\nBut I don\'t wanna hear you defend them\nIn fact, that kind of insults me\nAnd I kinda don\'t really wanna be here right \n \nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago\nI stopped talking an hour ago, ago\nSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 \nOkay, your whole thing put me in negative space for way too fucking long. The only thing that I managed to say during that time was I hate danger. What I really should have said was You\'re so not dangerous. You\'re so not what you say you are at all. 1 ",3 +6694,Days_Of_The_New___Freak,sad, "Freak Watch the time, wait for me\nPatience is reality\nI don\'t know how it feels\nI can\'t see with your foot in my face \nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face \nI don\'t know how it feels\nI can\'t decide\nI can\'t see\nWith your nose in my business\nYour ass in my space\nYour life as my problem\nYour foot in my face \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nTrust my lie, you will die\nI can\'t succeed, no I can\'t fail\nI don\'t know how it feels\nI can\'t decide\nI can\'t see\nWith your nose in my business\n Your ass in my space\nYour life as my problem\nYour foot in my face \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak, hell \nSearching for things I can\'t see\nMountains in front of me\nNo nothing will conquer my existence\nFear will not discover my brain\nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI won\'t\nI can\'t\nI\'m lost\nI\'m a freak \nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak \nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak\nOh, 'cause I\'m a freak \nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak\nOh, 'cause I\'m a freak \nI\'m a freak\nI\'m a freak\nOh, 'cause I\'m a freak \nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face\nYour foot in my face ",1 +4198,Brendan_Benson___Good_To_Me,happy, "Good To Me I\'ve got a 1980 Volvo\nI get in start it off and I go\nIt ain\'t a vintage Cadillac\nAnd it doesn\'t have fins in the back \nAnd it\'ll always be good to me\nAlways be good to me\nAlways be good to me \nI got a beat up Supro amp\nI plug in and it sounds like a champ\nIt ain\'t a fender tweed deluxe\nAnd it cost me a couple hundred bucks\nAnd it\'ll always sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nAlways sound good to me\nYeah so good to me\nYeah so good to me... \nAnd these things are all I need\nAll these things are good to me \nI got a girlfriend and she\'s so true\nAnd no other kinda girl will do\nCoz I\'ve known some girls in the past\nThe kinda love they got don\'t last \nAnd she\'ll always be true to me",0 +7843,Eftos___Hyaluron,anger, "Hyaluron The older i get the more i know why\nMass murder and serial killers are \nAll great art comes from suffering\nOnly death is real\nTake us away from this rotten world\nHeartache every moment\nDont talk to me, I dont believe a word\nAll of your fears are lies\nQuestion the future\nThe Nothing is certain\nAlle Kunst kommt vom Leid\nNur der Tod ist echt\nBring uns weg von dieser Welt\nPermanenter Herzinfarkt\nSprich nicht mit mir ich glaub kein Wort\nAlle Aengste sind Luegen\nStell die Zukunft in Frage\nDas Spielzeug ist fuer immer tod \nTout l art vient de la peine\nSeulement la mort est vraie\nNous prendre loin de ce monde putrefie\nChagrin d amour chaque moment\nNe pas me parler, je ne croient pas un Word\nToutes vos craintes sont des mensonges\nRemettre en cause le futur\nJe suis pour toujours mort ",3 +6232,DJ_Shadow___Midnight_In_A_Perfect_World,calm, "Midnight in a Perfect World Insight, foresight, more sight\nThe clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight \nAh-ooh\nAh-ooh \nBy dark of moon\nYou came into the garden of my heart\nPlanting seeds of love \nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nNow—\nAh-ooh\n12 o\'clock\nAh-ooh\nRock-Rock-Rock-Rock the midnight rush\nAh-ooh\nAh-ooh \nNow—\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight, midnight\nMidnight, midnight, midnight \nBy dark of moon The midnight rush\nYou came into the garden of my heart\nPlanting seeds of love\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh \nNow approaching, now approaching\nNow approaching, now approaching, now approaching mid—\nNow approaching\nNow approaching midni—\nNow approaching, now approaching mid—\nNow approaching mid—, now appro—\nNow approaching mid—\nNow appro—, now appro—\nNow approaching midnight 5 ",2 +8268,Eminem___Without_Me,anger, "', 'default\'",3 +1220,Anathema___Far_Away_acoustic,sad, "Far Away acoustic One common subterranian destination\nOne life, another day\nA verstal child unveiled by temptation\nInnocence slipped away\nFar away\nBeen down so long\nToo deep the water that I tread\nSomtimes I feel myself going under\nSometimes I envy the dead\nSo take me far away ",1 +4329,Britney_Spears___I_Will_Be_There,happy, "I Will Be There \nOh yeah \n \nYou don\'t have to say what\'s on your mind\n\'Cause I know where you\'ve been\nGive it up and leave it all behind\nAnd then let me begin \n \nCome on over here\nLet me show how things should be\nI will make it alright\nLet me make it clear\nYou can put your trust in me\nYes, I will be there\n \nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you\'re feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there \n \nWon\'t you let me make it up to you?\nNow you know where I am\nThere ain\'t nothing that I wouldn\'t do\nJust to love once again \n \nCome on over here\nLet me show how things should be\nI will make it alright\nLet me make it clear\nYou can put your trust in me\nYes, I will be there \n \nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you\'re feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there\nI will be there\n \nJust take a stand\nI\'ll be here for you now and forever\nGive one more chance\nTo show you how much I care\nI\'ll be there \n \nWhen you need someone\nJust turn around\nAnd I will be there\nWhen you\'re in sorrow\nJust let me know and I will be there \n \nWhen you need someone\nYou just turn around\nAnd I will be there I will be there\nWhen you\'re feeling low\nBaby, let me know\nAnd I will be there I will be there \n \nI\'ll be there I will be there\nI will be there I will be there4 ",0 +4560,Burial___Night_Bus,sad, "Night Bus ",1 +8702,Everything_But_The_Girl___I_Dont_Understand_Anything,sad, "I Don’t Understand Anything \nWhat is it that I think I need?\nIs there love in me that wants to be freed?\nOr is it selfishness and ego\nWe carry with us everywhere that we go?\nThis feeling that life\'s incomplete\nDo you feel that too?\nDo you want what I want? \n \nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can\'t begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt\'s cause I don\'t understand anything\n \nAnd people say that we\'re so close\nHow can there be something that I don\'t know\nOh but even though I share your bed\nBaby, I don\'t get inside your head\nThis feeling of some mystery\nDo you feel that too?\nDo you know what I mean? \n \nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can\'t begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt\'s cause I don\'t understand anything \n \nWatch me stumble, watch me trip\nMy fingers loose their grip\nNow I\'m down on my knees\nIs that what you wanted to see?\nWhat is it that I think I need?\nWhat is it that I think I need? \n \nAnd if I should start to cry\nAnd I can\'t begin to tell you why\nAnd I stumble when I begin\nIt\'s cause I don\'t understand anything\n \nYou reach for me from miles away\nYou reach for me from miles away ",1 +1871,Arsonists_Get_All_The_Girls___My_Cups_Half_Empty,anger, "My Cup’s Half Empty The hunt is over now\nYou\'ve almost made it out\nIt took us several days\nTo remove your tumor thought benign \nBracing for it\nMy how the tables have turned\nI said my how the tables have turned \nDon\'t look down\nI hold in my hands the answers to life\nSix heads to a neck, and I know\nThey try to survive in the night\nThick are their wits, they have many names\nThey reach for a kiss and end\nAll of those with alloy and aim\nTrust us, they\'ll say this won\'t hurt a bit \nPain has the worst taste in its mouth\nAnger will deliver you into the deepest of mind \nHate condemns a man of trusting his love\nTime knows truth is only saying I \nIn The Empyreans\nI wake to the sound of your voice\nThe thought of you\nBeing gone tears at my insides\nTossing and turning every night\nI cling to memories we have lived in our lives\nI wished all our moments last forever\nTake back time, take back everything \nAs I tell what has happened\nIt appears to me that this is\nWhat it will be like from now on. Stare at change\nFilled with questions, take myself on. I deploy the ways\nIt was meant to be\nAnd the ways we dreamt to fear\nOn our shoulders\nIts weight stays and grows\nAs does my heart when I notice you\nWatching us\n Never forgetting what you stood for\nTaking chances, overcoming fears\nWhenever in doubt\nI turn to you for the answers ",3 +6477,Darren_Hayes___Listen_All_You_People,happy, "Listen All You People \nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI\'ve got time for you\nYou can call your friends\nFor we\'re headed on a journey \n \nAll the lonely\nThe mad\nAll the bad\nHold a sec\nI\'ve got a message for you:\nNothing\'s peaches and cream\nNothing\'s quite what it seems\nThey\'ve been lying to you\nAll you unhappy wives\nAll you pregnant brides\nAll you geeks\nAnd you queens\nAll you sick\nAnd you poor\nAll the drunks\nOn the floor\nWell, I\'m calling to you \n \nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI\'ve got time for you\nYou can call your friends\nFor we\'re headed on a journey\nWe\'ve been held down\nWe\'ve been pushed down now\nWe\'re through \n \nAll the freaks\nAll the queers\nAll the thumbs\nAll the steers\nWell it\'s time to give in\nThere\'s crack in the door\nIt\'s okay to want more\nYou\'ve been dying for years\nAll the races you lost\nAll the lovers that cost you\nThe hard earned sleep\nAll the stifled reactions\nThe screams you been acting\nLike no one can hear you\n \nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nThe departed\nAnd the broken-hearted\nI\'ve got time for you \n \nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through \nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through \nListen all you people\nSending out a message\nGotta get to you\nAll you lonely and deserted\nSending out a message\nIs it coming through \n \nListen all you people\nAll you lonely and deserted\nWe\'ve been held down\nWe\'ve been pushed down now\nWe\'re through\nListen all you people\nAre you lonely and deserted? ",0 +9600,From_First_to_Last___I_Once_Was_Lost_But_Now_Am_Profound,sad, "I Once Was Lost, But Now Am Profound I\'d be a lying man if I said that Everything was fine, \nBut sometimes lying\'s really the truth in disguise\nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right with my soul\nTwo different loves with a similar glow \nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI\'m a tyrant you\'re a crook\nAnd we\'re all just selfish for a line with a hook\nAnd there\'s nothing in this ghost town but the cries and the souls that we\'ve found \nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door \nWhat a mess I become\nI\'m not sure if I\'m the right one\nIt\'s not just me; it\'s my whole generation\nGeneration\nGeneration \nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right\nI\'ve come to find my heart isn\'t right with my soul\nWith my soul\nWith my soul\nWith my soul\n I\'m two steps away from my subtle smooth escape\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nI call in sick today\nI regret all my mistakes\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door\nAnd opportunity is knocking on my door ",1 +5099,Chad_Vangaalen___Willow_Tree,sad, "Willow Tree \nSleep all day just waiting for the sun to set\nI hang my clothes up on the line\nWhen I die I\'ll hang my head beside the willow tree\nWhen I\'m dead is when I\'ll be free \n \nAnd you can take my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nYou can use the kerosene\nTake my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nSend it out to sea\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh \nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah \n \n \nSo you can take my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nYou can use the gasoline\nTake my body\nPut it in a boat\nLight it on fire\nSend it out to sea",1 +5809,Copeland___Take_Care,happy, "Take Care I\'ll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI\'ll be there \nIt was a straight-faced lie I believed\nIt was a straight-faced lie, you would ever leave me\nSo for now, I\'ll keep believing your words\nAnd soon enough, my strength will return \nI\'ll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI\'ll be there\nI\'ll be right there\nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there \nLet me draw the blinds for you\nYou can watch the sunset from the bed in your hospital room\nUntil you\'re sleeping\nAnd I\'m sure I don\'t understand how I found a love so pure \nI\'ll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI\'ll be there\nI\'ll be right there \nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there \nDon\'t lift a finger\nLet me show you\nThe only way to let this go\nDon\'t lift a finger\nLet me hold you\nHold you here until the pain, it has all gone\n I\'ll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI\'ll be there\nI\'ll be right there \nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there \nI\'ll take care of you, oh\nHave faith that when you call my name\nI\'ll be there\nI\'ll be right there \nSo keep breathing, oh\nKeep that sweet heart of yours beating\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there\nI\'ll be right there ",0 +7432,Dope___Crazy,anger, "Crazy Are you looking\nAre you laughing at me?\nYou\'re reminiscing\nAnd do you remember me? \nYou wouldn\'t talk to me\nYou shut the door on me\nYou left me there standing\nDo you remember me? \nTry how I try to keep it in inside ya crazy\nTry how I try to keep it in inside ya crazy\nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going crazy \nShow me cause I can\'t see\nHelp me cause I can\'t breathe\nDrowning, I\'m in too deep\nHelp me, I know that \nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going crazy \nAre you rejoicing\nAbout my decrease?\nWell is he looking\nAnd does he look like me? \nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going crazy \nShow me cause I can\'t see\nHelp me cause I can\'t breathe \nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going\nI\'m not going crazy",3 +4629,CKY___Escape_From_Hellview,anger, "Escape from Hellview Verse 1:\nThe fire dies on its own, leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone\nI think that something is out there waiting, anticipation has grown\nThe air as black as can be, can\'t even see that my hand is in front of me\nI\'m overhearing a whisper, They won\'t escape until the blood is set free \nBridge 1:\nSo turn back, the silence is deafening\nTurn back, don\'t let them see you again\nThey make the rounds at the midnight hour\nAnd on the clock it\'s just a minute away\nBridge 2:\nSo we\'re hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed\nAnd the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease \nVerse 2:\nNow I\'m finding my friends, Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence\nI\'m on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey, I enjoy the intense \nBridge 1:\nBridge 2: And the hunger is replaced with When the hunger \nHook:\nNo experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through\nIf it\'s the last thing I will do, I\'ll be the one that will escape from Hellview\nAnd I will! \nBridge 1: 2x\nBridge 2: And the hunger is replaced with When the hunger \nHook: 1 ",3 +8165,Elvis_Presley___Let_Me_Be_Your_Teddy_Bear,happy, "Let Me Be Your Teddy Bear \nBaby, let me be your loving teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear \n \nI don\'t wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don\'t wanna be a lion\n\'Cause lions ain\'t the kind you love enough\n \nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear \n \nBaby, let me be around you every night\nRun your fingers through my hair\nAnd cuddle me real tight\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear \n \nI don\'t wanna to be a tiger\nBecause tigers play too rough\nI don\'t wanna be a lion\n\'Cause lions ain\'t the kind you love enough \n \nJust wanna be your teddy bear\nPut a chain around my neck\nAnd lead me anywhere\nOh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\n Oh, let me be oh, let him be\nYour teddy bear\nI just wanna be your teddy bear whoo4 ",0 +8710,Everything_But_The_Girl___Before_Today,sad, "Before Today \nI don\'t want excuses\nI don\'t want your smiles\nI don\'t want to feel like we\'re apart a thousand miles\nI don\'t want your attitude\nI don\'t want your things\nI don\'t want a phone that never rings \n \nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now\n \nI don\'t want your history\nI don\'t want that stuff\nI want you to shut your mouth\nThat would be enough\nI don\'t care if you\'ve been here before\nYou don\'t understand\nTonight, I feel above the law, I\'m coming in to land \n \nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now \n \nMy heart is that much harder now\nThat\'s what I thought before today\nMy heart is that much harder now\nAnd I thought that it would stay that way, before today\nBefore today\nI don\'t want a phone that never rings \n \nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love, and I want it now\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love\nI want your love 1 ",1 +5655,Colbie_Caillat___The_Little_Things,happy, "The Little Things \nThe little things you do to me are\nTaking me over, I wanna show you\nEverything inside of me, oh\nLike a nervous heart that is crazy beating \n \nMy feet are stuck here, against the pavement\nI wanna break free, I wanna make it\nCloser to your eyes, get your attention\nBefore you pass me by\n \nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon\'t you Mess up, mess up\nI don\'t wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain\'t just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don\'t you say that I\'d be\nBetter off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering if\nI\'m better off, better off, without you, boy \n \nAnd every time you notice me by\nHolding me closely and saying sweet things\nI don\'t believe that it could be\nYou speaking your mind and saying the real thing \n \nMy feet have broke free, and I\'m leaving\nI\'m not gonna stand here, feeling lonely but...\nI don\'t regret it\nAnd I won\'t think this was just a waste of time \n \nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon\'t you Mess up, mess up\nI don\'t wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain\'t just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don\'t you say that I\'d be\nBetter off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering if\nI\'m better off, better off, without you, boy\n \nDon\'t just leave, me, hanging on\nDon\'t just leave, me, hanging on \n \nThe little things, you do to me are\nTaking me over, I wanna show you\nEverything inside of me\nLike a nervous heart that is crazy beating \n \nMy feet are stuck here, against the pavement\nI wanna break free, I wanna make it\nCloser to your eyes, get your attention\nBefore you pass me by\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on \n \nBack up, back up Take another chance\nDon\'t you Mess up, mess up\nI don\'t wanna lose you\nWake up, wake up This ain\'t just a thing that you\nGive up, give up Don\'t you say that I\'d be\nBetter off, better off, sitting by myself and wondering if\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on\nI\'m better off, better off without you boy\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on\n \nDon\'t just leave me hanging on\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on\nDon\'t just leave me hanging on1 ",0 +3896,Boney_M___Sunny,happy, "Sunny Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain\nSunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain\nThe dark days are gone\nAnd the bright days are here\nMy Sunny one shines so sincere\nSunny one so true, I love you \nSunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet\nSunny, thank you for the love you brought my way\nYou gave to me your all and all\nNow I feel ten feet tall\nSunny one so true, I love you\nSunny, thank you for the truth you let me see\nSunny, thank you for the facts from A to Zee\nMy life was torn like a windblown sand\nAnd the rock was formed when you held my hand\nSunny one so true, I love you \nSunny \nSunny, thank you for the smile upon your face\nSunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace\nYou\'re my spark of nature\'s fire\nYou\'re my sweet complete desire\nSunny one so true, I love you \nSunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain\nSunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain\nThe dark days are gone\nAnd the bright days are here\nMy Sunny one shines so sincere\nSunny one so true, I love you \nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you\nI love you 6 ",0 +9246,Flogging_Molly___Drunken_Lullabies,happy, "Drunken Lullabies \nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nFive hundred years like gelignite\nHave blown us all to hell\nWhat savior rests while on his cross we die\nForgotten freedom burns\nHas the Shepherd led his lambs astray\nTo the bigot and the gun \n \nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin\' drunken lullabies\n \nI watch and stare as Roisin\'s eyes\nTurn a darker shade of red\nAnd the bullet with this sniper lie\nIn their bloody gutless cell\nMust we starve on crumbs from long ago\nThrough bars these men made steel\nIs it a great or little thing we fought\nKnelt the conscience blessed to kill \n \nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin\' drunken lullabies \n \nAh, but maybe it\'s the way we were taught\nOr maybe it`s the way we thought\nBut a smile never grins without tears to begin\nFor each kiss is a cry we all lost\nThough nothing is left to gain\nBut for the banshee that stole the grave\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin\' drunken lullabies\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37 \nI sit in and dwell on faces past\nLike memories seem to fade\nNo color left, but black and white\nAnd soon we\'ll all turn grey\nBut may these shadows rise to walk again\nWith lessons truly learnt\nWhen the blossom flowers in each our hearts\nShall beat a new found flame \n \nMust it take a life for hateful eyes\nTo glisten once again\nCause we find ourselves in the same old mess\nSingin\' drunken lullabies6 ",0 +9659,Funker_Vogt___Blind_Rage,sad, "Blind Rage With an inward turning gaze\nOf one who sees his own truth\nCertainly a true believer\nIn his superior mind\nHard times always bring about\nA certain need for escape\nHere we all let everyone\nBury his head in the sand \nThe lie, the war and the death\nNow it\'s time to confess\nWhat happened here so long ago\nAnd do not claim that you don\'t know\nRight here, right now, we are all one\nNo more a nation divided\nConvinced by a leader we are all stunned\nThe time has passed we cannot hide it\nA whole nation in blind rage\nMore dangerous than anything\nWhatever you will believe\nWhatever will come to your mind \nThe lie, the war and the death\nNow it\'s time to confess\nWhat happened here so long ago\nAnd do not claim that you don\'t know\nRight here, right now, we are all one\nNo more a nation divided\nConvinced by a leader we are all stunned\nThe time has passed we cannot hide it",1 +3968,Bouncing_Souls__The___Say_Anything,happy, "Say Anything I wanna make you know I can do everything\nBut I don\'t ever show you how I really am\nI wish I could say I have no regrets\nI wanted too much from you \nI don\'t want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nI have no regrets today \nBut I\'m so nervous that I lose my cool\nEvery time I pick up the phone and try to call you\nStanding out in the freezing cold until I\'m numb\nWondering why I\'m always acting so dumb\nI don\'t want to be this way\nI kick myself\nI wish I could say\nThat I have no regrets today \nThings just happened to turn out this way\nI can\'t say I have no regrets today\nThings happened to turn out this way\nI can\'t say I have no regrets today",0 +6870,Denis_Leary___Fat_Fucks,anger, "Fat Fucks Been to Vegas lately, any of you? Cause I was there for a couple of weeks, when we were on tour. Yeah, okay. You know what I noticed in Vegas? I noticed this one little thing: we have some fat fucking people in this country. It is out of control! Have you seen them sitting at the slot machines? They\'re so fat the stool\'s all the way up their ass, and they just sit there and have food delivered, and they eat and play the slots. AHHMUMFMUMF, CLANG!, AHHMUMMFFMUMMFF, CLANG! I need money, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG. They fart, the stool flies across the room. These people make Elvis look anorexic, you know what I\'m talking about? Stop eating! I am fed up with the little denial phrases they have, too. I\'m not fat, I\'m husky. Yeah. I\'m portly. Ya ya ya ya. I\'m stout. Oh, ok ok ok. I\'m big-boned. You\'re big-assed! Dinosaurs are big-boned! Put the fork down. We gotta do something, because we all have fat people in our families. You know what, if we don\'t stop \'em soon, they\'re just gonna start blowin\' up, I swear to God. We\'re gonna have a country full of sumo wrestlers either way \nAnd they keep finding more denial stuff. There\'s a doctor now, I\'d like to see what size he is, a doctor in L.A. came up with a theory that being fat is actually a virus. Ah, I guess I\'m the asshole here, right? Cause every other virus we know about is a flesh-eating virus: the common cold, AIDS, cancer. But he\'s the found the one that makes ya bigger. Okay, yep yep yep yep yep. That\'s all the fat person in each family needs. Now we\'re at Thanksgiving with the fat person going, Well I\'m not actually overeating. AHHMUMFMUMF, I\'m trying to keep the virus at bay, AHHMUMFMUMF. Look, I\'m trying to help here, okay? You have a choice: it\'s either me, or Richard Simmons coming over to your house, okay? He\'s gonna cry and shave his legs, I think you want me, I really do. I think I\'m the better choice. And there are definitely signs, folks, that you should stop eating. Let\'s make that very clear \nRemember the 7,000 pound guy on Long Island a couple years ago, had chest pains, and they had to cut a wall out of the house to get him to the house to get him to the hospital. Folks, that\'s the first sign. When you\'re calling the construction crew before you call the hospital, STOP FUCKING EATING! Look, I\'m having chest pains. Knock this wall down here. Yeah, get a crane and a dumpster to take me to the hospital. And then, uh, call ahead to the hospital, get some walls taken out over there, and get me a dozen donuts, cause this fucking virus is killing me, it really is. \nSee, I could never be a fat guy. I\'ll tell you why. One simple reason: the first day I wake up and can\'t see my dick, I STOP EATING! OK? Honey, I can\'t see my dick. Give the dog some of the food, cause I\'m going to Ethiopia. I CAN\'T SEE IT! Can you see it? I can\'t feel it! Freak. I have to see my dick first thing in the morning. That\'s the kind of relationship we have. Wake up, first thing, Hey, how ya doing! Good, how ya doing? Terrific, you wanna jerk off now? Ya, why not! Oh yeah, jerkin\' off is like an aerobic thing for me now. I\'m forty, now I do it every day. I do it eeevery day. I\'ve even gone beyond porno, I\'m back to regular network TV. Oh yeah. People wonder why Caroline in the City is getting such big ratings. I\'ll tell you why! I know why! \nI love my dick. My dick loves me. I love my balls too, it\'s kind of a love triangle thing we have going on. I love my dick more than my balls, but don\'t tell my balls that because that would bum my balls out. Wait, let President Leary clarify that last statement: I love my dick, but I\'m no John Wayne Bobbitt, you know what I mean? Like, if my wife cuts my dick off, I\'m not telling anybody. Nobody\'s finding out! I don\'t care if the cops show up at my house, with the dick, Nope, no, not mine. No, I never had a dick. I\'m a eunuch, that\'s right. \'No Dick Leary,\' that\'s my nickname. I\'m actually saving up to buy a vagina, that\'s what I\'m doing right now. But thanks for dropping by, fellas. CLANG! \nI also wanna make an announcment, that I am pro-tit all the way. President Leary is pro-tit all the way. I love tits. I would like to be the mayor of Tit Town if I could. I\'d like to drive a big truck full of tits down the Tit Turnpike right through the middle of Tit Town. I\'d like to have my own talk show about tits, Tit Talk . That\'s how passionate I am about the tits, I love \'em all. I actually love the small tits better than the big tits because the big tits get all the attention. The peach and plum little hand-shaped tits, they\'re great. I love to look at \'em. How ya doin! talk to \'em, What\'s goin\' on? Look at me! I\'ve got my face next to a tit! Men are mollified by tits. We don\'t know why, we just are. We don\'t have to see naked tits to get mollified, we just freeze up even at the sight of cleavage. Waitress leans over the table the wrong way... That\'s how we can end war. Get the Good Year blimp, paint it up like a tit, put a nipple on it. Fly it over the Middle East during a confrontation, Look at the tit! Look at the tiiiiit! The tiiiiiiit! The tiiiiiiit! \n----------------- \nbackwards gibberish \n What are you doing, man? ",3 +1144,Amy_MacDonald___Run,sad, "Run \nWill you tell me when the lights are fading?\n\'Cause I can\'t see, I can\'t see no more\nWill you tell me when the song stops playing?\n\'Cause I can\'t hear, I can\'t hear no more \n \nShe said, I don\'t know what you\'re living for \nShe said, I don\'t know what you\'re living for at all \nHe said, I don\'t know what you\'re living for \nHe said, I don\'t know what you\'re living for at all \n \nBut I will run until my feet no longer run no more\nAnd I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more\nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live for \n \nWill you tell me when the fighting\'s over?\n\'Cause I can\'t take, I can\'t take no more\nWill you tell me when the day is done?\n\'Cause I can\'t run, I can\'t run no more \n \nShe said, I don\'t know what you did it for \nShe said, I don\'t know what you did it for at all \nHe said, I don\'t know what you did it for \nHe said, I don\'t know what you did it for at all \n \nBut I will run until my feet no longer run no more\nAnd I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more\nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live for\n \nAnd I will love until my heart it aches\nAnd I will love until my heart it breaks\nAnd I will love until there\'s nothing more to live for ",1 +3681,Blue_States___Walkabout,sad, "Walkabout Um\nI wish everybody would be quiet\nAnd nice Yeah\nAnd don\'t throw rocks Yeah\nAnd don\'t shoot guns Right\nAnd come home safe Right\nCause we miss ya\'\nCause we miss ya\'\nAnd come home safe Right\nCause we miss ya\'\nUm\nUm\nUm\nI wish everybody would be quiet",1 +3808,Bobby_Darin___Beyond_the_Sea,happy, "Beyond the Sea Somewhere beyond the sea\nSomewhere waiting for me\nMy lover stands on golden sands\nAnd watches the ships that go sailing\nSomewhere beyond the sea\nShe\'s there watching for me\nIf I could fly like birds on high\nThen straight to her arms\nI\'d go sailing\nIt\'s far beyond the stars\nIt\'s near beyond the moon\nI know beyond a doubt\nMy heart will lead me there soon \nWe\'ll meet beyond the shore\nWe\'ll kiss just as before\nHappy we\'ll be beyond the sea\nAnd never again I\'ll go sailing\nAh! \nI know beyond a doubt, ow!\nMy heart will lead me there soon\nWe\'ll meet I know we\'ll meet beyond the shore\nWe\'ll kiss just as before\nHappy we\'ll be beyond the sea\nAnd never again I\'ll go sailing \nNo more sailing\nSo long, sailing\nBye, bye, sailing\nMove on out, captain... 13 ",0 +9429,Frank_Black_And_The_Catholics___Nadine,happy, "Nadine There goes Nadine\nHead to toe in black\nThere goes Nadine\nHead to toe in black\nWhen I see Nadine\nI want that \nWill she let me in\nUnderneath her clothes?\nWill she let me in\nUnderneath her clothes?\nThat girl got skin\nLike a ghost\nOh I think that witchy lady\nBeen cooking up some spells\n‘Cause when she walks on by\nYou know I love\nThe way she smells \nShe has a big gray car\nShe could take me for a ride\nShe has a big gray car\nShe could take me for a ride\nMaybe we\'ll park\nAnd I\'ll drive \nThere goes Nadine x5\nNadine",0 +4037,Boyzone___Must_Have_Been_High,happy, "Must Have Been High And I must have been high\nAnd I must have been high \nI thought of every reason\nExcuses I could give\nBut all it took was one to break your heart\nAnd I must have been high\nI thought it would be easy\nAssumed you would forgive\nBut now I gotta beg you girl\nCan\'t stand to be apart\nAnd I must\'ve been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere\'s no you and I\nAnd I must\'ve been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nGirl I\'d miss you so \nI wanted to move on girl\nNo time to settle down\nDidn\'t wanna give my love to only you\nBut since you have been gone girl\nI took a look around\nAnd if I\'ve gotta beg you girl\nThat\'s what I\'m gonna do \nAnd I must\'ve been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere\'s no you and I\nAnd I must have been high now baby\nAnd I must\'ve been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nGirl I miss you so\n Oh girl\nI\'ll give you everything I gotta give\nOh girl\nAnd I will make it all up I swear to you\nOh girl\nAll I\'m askin\' you please is to forgive me girl\nThat\'s what you gotta do \nAnd I must have been...\nSo high...\nSo high...\nAnd I must have been high\noooh oh yeah now tell me baby\noooh \nAnd I must\'ve been high\nGirl to let you by\nNo good reason why\nThere\'s no you and I\nAnd I must have been high now baby\nAnd I must\'ve been low\nGirl to let you go\nHow was I to know\nI would miss you so\nto fade ",0 +2028,Atari_Teenage_Riot___No_Success,anger, "No Success I\'ve had enough of doing my part\nI wanna run off - cast off - no success!\nGonna let go of all the shit! break with you all!\nNo success!\nToo much passion to walk in the line... \nCome on!\nI expose your lifestyle - your concept of degredation!\nNo success! no success!\nNo success! no success!\nWe 'bout ta blow the f**kin\' place!\nF**k lucks and leprachauns u get stepped upon\nIn a sec u gone transform like a Decepticon\nStayin\' a step beyond light years\nYou\'re playin\' upon my fears\nI switch gears and bringin\' fear to those within my sphere\nTry to hold me down control my sound what is it u stupid\nMy crew split doom\'s like toothpick\'s home do u know who u fool with\nThrew accoustics with cool shit f**k bullshit who you with\nArsonists set fires u getting tired you\'ll have - no success!\nYou thought we fell from your weak spell\nDo tell friends and foes - we 'bout ta bring ya to hell\nWhat\'s that smell? no success!\nFollow if you can hollow is your plan withstand society\nGovernment\'s eyin\' me lyin\' to me\nElectric chairs fryin\' me!\nDamn f**kin\' right! you take the truth out of my head!\nBang! and then I understand...\nRadical - dressed up like a fashion style...\nWild youth - sold out! and who asks why? \nSearch my house and search my car!\nI don\'t have anything to lose!\nUse me! rip me off! accuse me...\nThe message is clear - no success!\nNo success! no success! x3 \nYou are a soldier on the industrial battlefield...\nYou know I don\'t love for sale but you f**k to die!\nI don\'t want to make a secret of it! your success is just a lie!\nThat\'s how we live but how are you? I don\'t want to work for any of you!\nNo more engine of your game - this time you gonna burn a blaze!\nI say no! no! no! no! no success!\nI say no! no! no! no! no success! \nNo success! no success!\nDouble tall latte, call me baby\nDouble tall latte, mobile phone\nDouble tall latte, super briefcase\nCall me but I\'m at the mall \n...locked in - I can\'t move and I\'d say:\nF**k you! cause we\'re still on course...\n His suicide, his suicide, his suicide\nHis suicide, his suicide, his... \nNo success! no success!\nNo success!\nCome on! come on!\nNo success! no success!1 ",3 +6661,David_Thomas_Broughton___Walking_Over_You,calm, "Walking Over You I try to pressurize the parts of you I\'m wanting\nTry to manipulate your point of view\nI wish that you were not going where you\'re going\nEverybody\'s walking over you",2 +4490,Bryan_Adams___Here_I_Am,happy, "Here I Am \nHere I am, this is me\nI come into this world so wild and free\nHere I am, so young and strong\nRight here in the place where I belong \n \nIt\'s a new world, it\'s a new start\nIt\'s alive with the beating of a young heart\nIt\'s a new day in a new land\nAnd it\'s waiting for me\nHere I am\n \nOh, it\'s a new world, it\'s a new start\nIt\'s alive with the beating of a young heart\nYeah, it\'s a new day in a new land\nAnd it\'s waiting for me\nHere I am \n See Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 4 ",0 +1857,Army_Of_Lovers___La_Plage_De_Saint_Tropez,happy, "La Plage de Saint Tropez We drink tea for two\nThe sky is blue and I love you\nIt\'s in your eyes you love me too\nWhere it never rains\nWe take a shower of champagne\nLet\'s dance away let\'s go insane \nCrying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI\'ll survive the winter of paris\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we\'re in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we\'re in love \nWe drink lemonade\nAt the casino we get paid\nAttend a midnight masquerade\nPlayboys on the run\nWe meet khashoggi with a gun\nThey say the two of us are one \nCrying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI\'ll survive the winter of paris \nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we\'re in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we\'re in love\n Crying when I empty\nMy last bottle of chablis\nI\'ll survive the winter of paris \nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nA summer day I meet you there\nI take your hand I say mon chere\nAnd we\'re in love\nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nWe have a dirty love affair\nAnd there is musique in the air\nWhen we\'re in love \nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la \nCars a la plage de saint tropez\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la1 ",0 +4251,Brian_Wilson___Wonderful,sad, "Wonderful - Beginning of the Second Movement - \n \nShe belongs there left with her liberty\nNever known as a non-believer\nShe laughs and stays in the one-one-one-wonderful \n \nShe knew how to gather the forest when\nGod reached softly and moved her body\nOne golden locket\nQuite young and loving her mother and father\n \nFarther down the path was a mystery\nThrough the recess, the chalk and numbers\nA boy bumped into her one-one-one-wonderful \n \nAll fall down and lost in the mystery\nLost it all to a non-believer\nAnd all that\'s left is a girl\nWho\'s loved by her mother and father \n \nShe\'ll return in love with her liberty\nChased away from the non believer\nShe\'ll sigh and thank God for one- one- one- wonderful",1 +5316,Chris_Cornell___Seasons,calm, "Seasons \nSummer nights and long warm days\nAre stolen as the old moon falls\nAnd the mirror shows another face\nAnother place to hide it all\nAnother place to hide it all \n \nAnd I\'m lost, behind\nThe words I\'ll never find\nAnd I\'m left behind\nAs seasons roll on by\n \nSleeping with a full moon blanket\nSand and feathers for my head\nDreams have never been the answer\nAnd dreams have never made my bed\nDreams have never made my bed \n \nAnd I\'m lost, behind\nAnd the words I\'ll never find\nAnd I\'m left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\nYeah\nWoo hoo \n \nNow I want to fly above the storm\nBut you can\'t grow feathers in the rain\nAnd the naked floor is cold as hell\nThe naked floor reminds me\nOh, the naked floor reminds me \n \nThat I\'m lost, behind\nThe words I\'ll never find\nAnd I\'m left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\n \nIf I should be short on words\nAnd long on things to say\nCould you crawl into my world\nAnd take me worlds away?\nShould I be beside myself\nAnd not even stay \nOoooooooooo \n\n \nAnd I\'m lost, behind\nThe words I\'ll never find\nAnd I\'m left behind\nAs the seasons roll on by\nYeah3 ",2 +4675,Cake___Race_Car_YaYas,happy, "Race Car Ya-Yas The land of race car ya-yas\nThe land where you can\'t change lanes\nThe land where large, fuzzy dice\nStill hang proudly\nLike testicles from rear-view mirrors\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nThe land where you can\'t change lanes\nThe land where large, fuzzy dice\nStill hang proudly\nLike testicles from rear-view mirrors\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nYa-yas \nThe land of race car ya-yas\nThe land of race car ya-yas\nRace car ya-yas",0 +36,112___U_Already_Know,happy, "U Already Know \nUh, 112\nUh, Oh baba-ba-baby \n \nTonight\'s your night girl Yes\nI\'m trynin\' to give you that thing to make you say Yes\nFrom the kitchen floor down to the fire place Yes\nInsense burning, your body\'s talking that shit to me\nCancel that phone Yes\nThe only sound I\'m tryin\' to hear is your moan Yes\nYou ridin\' topless, no panties on Yes\nAnd I\'ve been thinkin\' 'bout this all day long\nYou\'re giving me the fire though..\n \nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don\'t ask no questions, you already know \n \nIs your girl Jenny home Yes\nCall her up and tell her it\'s 'bout to be on Yes\nTell her don\'t show if it ain\'t heels and thongs Yes\nI can already see it, ooh what a feeling\nJust don\'t Yes\nGet jealous if I hit that to hard Yes\nCuz you come first\nYou know your my heart Yes\nCuz it\'ll always be your\'s, girl I\'m 'bout to turn you out \n \nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don\'t ask no questions, you already know \n \nYou know just how I like it to see it\nYou know just how I like to see it\nYou know just how I like beat it, you already know\nYou know I like to go down and eat it\nI love it when you go down and eat it\nAnd you know I won\'t stop until you get it, you already know\n \nPapa coming home, like to give you that raw\nFavorite position, from the back door\nGirl you know the drill don\'t ask no questions, you already know1 ",0 +5549,Clawfinger___Do_What_I_Say,anger, "Do What I Say Don\'t to this don\'t do that\nDon\'t you ever talk back\nDon\'t speak with food in your mouth\nJust keep quiet while the grown ups are talking\nI\'m not being mean I\'m just being fair\nIt\'s just because I really care\nYou know that I love you\nBut shut your mouth you just have to do what I say\nI don\'t want you to lie\nYou\'re much too old to cry\nYou\'re just to young to know\nBut when you\'re older you\'ll understand\nYou are mine I own you\nLook at me I\'m talking to you\nDon\'t use that tone to me\nSo shut your mouth you just have to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way \nI\'ve paid to raise you good\nDone everything I could so don\'t you dare to say\nThat I ever cared about you anyway\nI gave you good food to eat\nI kept you on your feet\nI gave you all my good advice\nNot once did I hear you thank me for all that I\'ve done\nYou don\'t know anything\nAbout my suffering\nI went through a lot of pain\nJust to get you where you are today\nIf I ever hit you\nIt\'s because I have to\nYou have done something wrong\nAnd you deserve the punishment, you\'ll have to pay \nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way\n Don\'t ask me why not\nBe glad with what you\'ve got\nDOn\'t tell me you\'re alone\nYou should be glad that you have a home\nJust look me in the eyes\nYou have to realize\nI make the rules that\'s it\nIt\'s for your own good so you have to do what I say \nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do what I say\nWhen I grow up there will be a day\nWhen everybody has to do it my way ",3 +143,AA_Bondy___To_The_Morning,sad, "To The Morning What are the chances of three Libras\nThree brothers \nHh take them back to the morning\nOh take them back where they may shine \nAnd each drop of rain\nGoes by in May\nAnd I knew them\nThey are not to blame\nOh take me back to the morning\nOh take me back where I may shine \nAnd if you need a hand put away your hand\nAnd speak the words you will understand\nThen you\'ll return to the morning\nThen you\'ll return where you may shine, shine, shine",1 +6138,Cybotron___Cosmic_Cars,sad, "Cosmic Cars Sitting in my car, driving very far\nDriving all alone, far away from home\nMusic\'s playing loud, a hundred thirty miles\nStepping on the gas, accelerating fast \nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car \nI wish i could escape from this crazy place\nFantasy or dream, I\'ll take anything\nSuddenly surprise, right before my eyes\nAll i see are stars, and other cosmic cars\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car \nIs going, is going, is going \nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car\nMy cosmic car \nIs going \nMy cosmic car \nI love my car, and drive it real fast\nI love my car, and stepping on the gas \nMy cosmic car",1 +5438,Chroma_Key___Sad_Sad_Movie,sad, "Sad Sad Movie My mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going\nLove is in the room but I don\'t know it, love is in the sails but I kept rowing \nSad sad movie, sad sad movie, sad sad movie, I see that now \nMy mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going\nLove is on the rails but I\'m still rolling\nLove is on the lawn but I keep mowing \nSad sad movie, sad sad movie\nSad sad movie, I see that now",1 +785,Alicia_Keys___Saviour,calm, "Saviour \nOoh, baby, now\nI\'m tellin\' ya\nWhen you need me, I\'m there for you anytime\nOoh, baby, now\nJust call my name\nI\'m runnin\' to get ya anything, I don\'t mind 'cause boy, it\'s in my nature\nI don\'t care\n\'Cause that\'s just the way I am\nI don\'t mind 'cause you\'re so deserving\nLoving you with all that I am\nOh!\nAfter I\'ve give my all\nYou\'ll be there to catch me if I fall\n \nWho\'s gonna save me\nWhen I\'m empty?\nI need a someone to fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n\'Cause when I\'m out saving you\nBaby, who\'s saving me? \n \nBaby, I\'m a special kind\nCall at the last minute\nI\'ll be on time\nI\'ll take an inch and make a mile\nDon\'t worry, I got ya, I\'ll hold you down\nI don\'t mind\n\'Cause boy, it\'s my pleasure\nI don\'t care\n\'Cause that\'s just the way I am \n \nI don\'t mind\n\'Cause baby, you\'re my treasure\nLoving you with all that I am\nOh!\nIf I\'m all down and hung out to dry\nIf there\'s nothing left\nNo more inside\nWill you still save me\nWhen I\'m empty?\nI need a someone\nTo fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n\'Cause when I\'m out saving you\nBaby, who\'s saving me?\n \nI\'m my number one priority\nAin\'t nobody takin\' better care of me than me\nLoving hard\nIs my tendency\nAnd I\'m hoping that\nYou are the one who is willing to \n \nJust save me\nWhen I\'m empty\nAnd I need a someone\nTo fill me\nWill you be my saviour?\nRescue me\n\'Cause when I\'m out saving you\nBaby, who\'s saving me? \n \nWill you be my saviour?\nBaby, who\'s saving me?\nSaving me\nSaving me\nBaby, who\'s saving me? ",2 +401,Aereogramme___Nightmares,sad, "Nightmares Nightmares en route to Dallas\nBorn out of one bad habit\nOne filled with lust and fire\nUnconscious, dark desire\nOne riddled with guilt and pain\nTo shame our family name \nMy head is caving in\nAnd now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me\nThis rotting mouth and fading memory\nThis self-inflicted awful injury\nLeads to a vengeful heart\nWhich tears won\'t break apart \nMy head is caving in\nMy head is caving in\nMy head is caving in\nAnd now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now\nOnly love can save me now",1 +2069,Atmosphere___Reflections,sad, "Reflections \nLook at your face\nWhen all I could see was myself looking back at me\nReflection\nAnd all I could do was think about sleeping next to you \n \nWhat would it take to make a woman like you\nView a wolf like me for what I really might be\nListening to , only hears what I allow\nYou gotta try and make me testify for here and right now\nLet\'s have a confrontation over a cold one\nI\'ll give you conversation just to see if you can hold \'em\nI play so dumb\nBecause I know some of these star-struck small talk art fucks is no fun\nI\'m the blood type that goes straight for the guns\nLike before you even spoke already knew what your love\'s like\nSo what you thinking?\nBecause I\'m thinking we should jump into your ocean\nLet\'s go girl, this ship is sinking\n \n \nNow there\'s no reason to lie, I\'ve had a lot of lovers\nIn my reality, it\'s impossible to avoid it\nBut there\'s one reason for life: gotta provide some supper\nGonna build a family just to watch someone destroy it\nDo you really think you really wanna get to know me better?\nDon\'t you see the drama? Don\'t you feel the pressure?\nDon\'t get me wrong, it would be my pleasure\nTo sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater\nBartender, let me get a shot of Beam\nCause this girl over here is trying to get me out my jeans\nAnd she doesn\'t seem to believe I\'m just another thief\nCame to take a piece and make you stutter when you breathe\nNow girl you too smart to be a tour mark\nSet to play correct from the start with your pure heart\nAnd when you\'re all alone, I\'ll sing into your phone\nIf you don\'t know the words you can make up your own \nThe first time she met the devil was at First Avenue\nWent backstage with him into the dressing room\nSexy ego trip, taller than expected\nAbout six foot three\nSeemed to thrive on his misery\nCritical, observant, big words\nSweaty hair, sunken eyes, and thick nerves\nShe said I\'ll make him smile for the simple fact that he needs it\nI\'ll make him smile just so I can kill it, and eat it \n You look like you were built for me\nYou talk like you want to steal my drink\nYou kiss like you already came\nAnd that\'s a Lifter Puller line for those without any game \nIt\'s like damn baby\nYou know you can\'t save me\nBut you should still tell your people that you\'re leaving with the band\nMaybe you can show me your hustle\nNeither one of us would be so lonely\nIf only you would come over here and hold me\nI caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass\nBut all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh\nAnd all of your regrets that you\'re carrying or burying\nDon\'t mean a damn thing if there\'s nobody to share them with\nWe\'ve been following each other all night now\nWe ought to be all over each other like right now\nI don\'t like crowds, let\'s take flight now\nCause that face that you make\nReminds me of my life now \n \n Only trying to find myself inside of you 1 ",1 +5154,Charlotte_Hatherley___Siberia,anger, "Siberia Crisis all comes when you dance\nIn everything you do\nYour lies are all spilling out\nThey\'re coming fast and loose \nNobody talks in black and white\nAre there any straight answers anymore\nAnd your emerald city, sitting so pretty\nOver the opium sea \nHold on, we\'re in oblivion falling way down\nI\'m bending over backwards\nInto Siberian Khatru\nAnyone of you know the way to get home\nHubris, honey you broke\nMy only golden rule\nYou never truly know somebody\nNever know where they have been before \nA leader, great powerful\nYou made a crisis unavoidable\nAnd your emerald city, sitting so pretty\nOver the opium sea \nHold on, we\'re in oblivion falling way down\nI\'m bending over backwards\nCling to the tether to the truth\nOh, all this tapestry\nMy god, it\'s so unnecessary \nAll I really want is for it to be, oh\nIs for it to be, oh, what a feeling\nI\'m gone in oblivion\nAnyone of you know the way to get home? \nOh no, didn\'t you see\nThat it\'s all the same it doesn\'t matter what you are\nOh no, now you can see\nThat underneath it\'s not as good as what you thought\nOh no, didn\'t you see\nThat it\'s all the same, it doesn\'t matter what you are\n Long way down\nIn oblivion\nBending over backwards \nOh no, nothing to show\nUnder it all it\'s not as good as what you thought\nWay down, into the ground\nUnderneath for as far as you can see \nHold on, we\'re in oblivion falling way down\nI\'m bending over backwards\nCling to the tether to the truth\nOh, all this tapestry\nMy god, it\'s so unnecessary \nAll I really want is for it to be, oh\nIs for and to be, oh, what a feeling\nBut I\'m gone in oblivion\nAnyone of you know the way to get home \nHold on, in oblivion\nLong way down\nBending over backwards \nAnybody know the way to go to get me home?\nHold on, in oblivion\nLong way down\nBending over backwards \nAnybody know the way to go to get me home\nFrom Siberia ",3 +9512,Fred_Astaire___The_Way_You_Look_Tonight,calm, "The Way You Look Tonight Some day, when I\'m awfully low\nWhen the world is cold\nI will feel a glow just thinking of you\nAnd the way you look tonight \nYes you\'re lovely, with your smile so warm\nAnd your cheeks so soft\nThere is nothing for me but to love you\nAnd the way you look tonight \nWith each word your tenderness grows\nTearing my fear apart\nAnd that laugh that wrinkles your nose\nIt touches my foolish heart\nLovely, never, ever change\nKeep that breathless charm\nWon\'t you please arrange it ?\nCause I love you, just the way you look tonight \nMm, mm, mm, mm\nJust the way you look to-night",2 +3792,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Satisfy_My_Soul,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsSatisfy My Soul \nOh, please don\'t you rock my boat don\'t rock my boat\nBecause I don\'t want my boat to be rocking don\'t rock my boat\nOh, please don\'t you rock my boat don\'t rock my boat\nBecause I don\'t want my boat to be rocking don\'t rock my boat \n \nI\'m telling you that, oh, oh-ooh, wo-o-wo!\nI like it - like it this I like it like this, I like it like this\nSo keep it steady, like this. I like it like this\nAnd you should know - you should know by now\nI like it I like it like this, I like it like this\nI like it like this, I like it like this\nI like it like this, ooh yeah! I like it like this\n \nSatisfy my soul You satisfy my soul satisfy my soul\nYou satisfy my soul satisfy my soul\nEvery little action satisfy my soul\nThere\'s a reaction satisfy my soul\nOh, can\'t you see what you\'ve done for me, oh, yeah\nI am happy inside all - all of the time. Wo-oo-o-oo \n \nWhen we bend bend a new corner\nI feel like a sweep sweepstake winner\nWhen I meet you around the corner round the corner\nYou make me feel like a sweepstake winner a sweep - a sweepstake winner \n \nWhoa, child! Can\'t you see? You must believe me\nOh darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\nCan\'t you see? Why won\'t you believe me\nOh, darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\ncalling, calling, calling, calling \n \nWhen I meet you around the corner\nOh, I said, Baby, never let me be a loner\nAnd then you hold me tight, you make me feel all right\nYes, when you hold me tight, you made me feel all right\n \nWhoa, child! Can\'t you see? You must believe me\nOh darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\nCan\'t you see? Why won\'t you believe me\nOh, darling, darling, I\'m calling, calling\ncalling, calling, calling, calling \n \nSatisfy my soul, that\'s all I want you to do\nThat\'s all I\'ll take from you, satisfy my soul8 ",0 +8162,Elvis_Presley___All_shook_up,happy, "All Shook Up \nUh, well, a-bless my soul, what\'s wrong with me?\nI\'m itchin\' like a man on a fuzzy tree\nMy friends say I\'m actin\' wild as a bug\nI\'m in love, I\'m all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah \n \nWell, my hands are shaky and my knees are weak\nI can\'t seem to stand on my own two feet\nWho do you thank when you have such luck?\nI\'m in love, I\'m all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n \nWell, please don\'t ask me what\'s on my mind\nI\'m a little mixed up, but I feel fine\nWhen I\'m near the girl that I love best\nMy heart beats so it scares me to death \n \nWhen she touched my hand, what a chill I got\nHer lips are like a volcano that\'s hot\nI\'m proud to say that she\'s my buttercup\nI\'m in love, I\'m all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah \n \nMy tongue gets tied when I try to speak\nMy insides shake like a leaf on a tree\nThere\'s only one cure for this body of mine\nThat\'s to have that girl that I love so fine \n \nShe touched my hand, what a chill I got\nHer lips are like a volcano that\'s hot\nI\'m proud to say that she\'s my buttercup\nI\'m in love, I\'m all shook up\nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\n \nMm, ooh, yeah, yeah\nI\'m all shook up7 ",0 +3651,Blue_October___Into_The_Ocean,happy, "Into The Ocean \nI\'m just a normal boy\nThat sank when I fell overboard\nMy ship would leave the country\nBut I\'d rather swim ashore\nWithout a life vest, I\'d be stuck again\nWish I was much more masculine\nMaybe then I could learn to swim\nLike fourteen miles away\nNow floating up and down\nI spin, colliding into sound\nLike whales beneath me diving down\nI\'m sinking to the bottom of my\nEverything that freaks me out\nThe lighthouse beam has just run out\nI\'m cold as cold as cold can be\nBe\n \nI want to swim away but don\'t know how\nSometimes it feels just like I\'m falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down \n \nWhere is the coastguard?\nI keep looking each direction\nFor a spotlight, give me something\nI need something for protection\nMaybe flotsam junk will do just fine\nThe jetsam sunk, I\'m left behind\nI\'m treading for my life believe me\nHow can I keep up this breathing?\nNot knowing how to think\nI scream aloud, begin to sink\nMy legs and arms are broken down\nWith envy for the solid ground\nI\'m reaching for the life within me\nHow can one man stop his ending?\nI thought of just your face\nRelaxed, and floated into space\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nI want to swim away but don\'t know how\nSometimes it feels just like I\'m falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down \n \nNow waking to the sun\nI calculate what I had done\nLike jumping from the bow, yeah\nJust to prove that I knew how, yeah\nIt\'s midnight\'s late reminder of\nThe loss of her, the one I love\nMy will to quickly end it all\nSet front row in my need to fall\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all\nInto the ocean, end it all \n \nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\nInto the ocean goodbye, end it all goodbye\n \nI want to swim away but don\'t know how\nSometimes it feels just like I\'m falling in the ocean\nLet the waves up take me down\nLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah\nLet the rain of what I feel right now come down\nLet the rain come down \n \nInto space\nI thought of just your face17 ",0 +4081,Brand_New___Tautou,sad, "Tautou I\'m sinking like a stone in the sea\nI\'m burning like a bridge for your body \nI\'m sinking like a stone in the sea\nI\'m burning like a bridge for your body \nI\'m sinking like a stone in the sea\nI\'m burning like a bridge for your body 7 ",1 +1613,Antony__The_Johnsons___Twilight,sad, "Twilight Twilight, I fall in the harbor\nTwilight, I fall in the hills\nBut here in the city that never sleeps\nI can fall through one\'s fingers \nWhen the swan flies to heaven\nSoaring through the utmost fear\nThere\'s a feeling\nThat lingers in the afterwards\nWill you ever return?\nWill you ever return?\nWill you ever return?\nTwilight\nTwilight\nTwilight \nTwilight, I sit at all tables\nWith my candles and angels besides\nAnd I shall wait forever\nAs the day turns to night\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow\nSwallowed in the shadows that glow \nWhen I sought out a light\nAnd I knew darkness swallowed\nI beseech, come to me\nAll alone, come to me \nTwilight",1 +8483,Eric_Clapton___Further_On_Up_The_Road,anger, "Further On Up The Road \nFurther on up the road\nSomeone\'s going to hurt you like you hurt me\nFurther on up the road\nSomeone\'s going to hurt you like you hurt me\nFurther on up the road\nBaby, just you wait and see \n \nYou got to reap just what you sow\nThat old saying is true\nYou got to reap just what you sow\nThat old saying is true\nJust like you mistreat someone\nSomeone\'s going to mistreat you\nYou been laughing, pretty baby\nSomeday you are going to be crying\nYou been laughing, pretty baby\nSomeday you are going to be crying\nFurther on up the road\nYou will find out I was not lying \n ",3 +4926,Cascada___Fever,happy, "Fever \nI-I-I just can\'t get enough \n \nI am not a beauty queen, driving in a limousine\nI\'m a girl, but don\'t call me baby\nWho the f**k needs VIP, live a life in luxury\nI don\'t care, so just call me crazy Can you give it out? \n \nDon\'t stop, just take it to the limit\nWatch me, boy, it\'s spinning around this time\nHush, hush, running to the night\nFeel alive!\n \nI just can\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\n\'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I\'m burning, but it feels so good\nCan\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good \n \nI don\'t need no superman, tryna tell me who I am\nKnow it all\'s a driving me crazy Crazy\nNothing ever is for sure, I can\'t take this anymore\nAll I want is yes or no, baby Can you give it out? \n \nDon\'t stop, just take it to the limit\nWatch me, boy, it\'s spinning around this time\nHush, hush, running to the night\nFeel alive! \n \nI just can\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\n\'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I\'m burning, but it feels so good\nCan\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good\n \nIt\'s so hot, do it, do it real good\nCan\'t stop, do it, do it real good\nIt\'s so hot, do it, do it real good\nCan\'t stop, do it, do it real good\nIt\'s so hot, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever\nCan\'t stop, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever\nIt\'s so hot, do it, do it real good Baby, you got fever \n \nI just can\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\n\'Cause your fever makes me feel so good\nTurn it up, boy, you make your move\nSee, I\'m burning, but it feels so good\nCan\'t get enough, when I\'m with you\nYou got fever, but it feels so good\nTurn it up, baby, make your move\nKeep me burning 'cause it feels so good ",0 +3256,Björk___Jóga,sad, "Jóga \nAll these accidents that happen\nFollow the dot\nCoincidence makes sense\nOnly with you, ooh\nYou don\'t have to speak\nI feel \n \nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nThe riddle gets solved\nAnd you push me up to\n \nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be \n \nAll that no one sees\nYou see what\'s inside of me\nEvery nerve that hurts\nYou heal deep inside of me, ooh\nYou don\'t have to speak\nI feel \n \nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nConfuse\nCan the riddle get solved?\nAnd you push me up to \n \nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nEmotional landscapes\nThey puzzle me\nThe riddle gets solved\nAnd you push me up to \n \nThis state of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be \n \nState of emergency\nState of\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nState of\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nHow beautiful\nAllt sem hann sér\nAllt sem hann sér\nEmergency\nAllt sem hann sér\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency\nHow beautiful to be\nState of emergency\nIs where I want to be\nState of emergency44 ",1 +8752,Eyes_Set_to_Kill___The_Listening,anger, "The Listening Strike the ground\nThere\'s not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God\'s not listening \nBest believe, best believe\nYou\'ll be systematically\nPlaced to die tomorrow\nWith a taste, so sweet\nIt could drain the sorrow, the sorrow\nWe\'re living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die\nWe count our losses \nStrike the ground\nThere\'s not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God\'s not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening \nYou can\'t pull your way\nThrough the same situations\nTime and time again\nYou place your pawns in straight lines\nAlone to buy time\nWill we find the end, find the end? \nWe\'re living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die\nWe count our losses \nMaking the wrong moves\nHoping you\'ll make them right\nWe raise our voices in time\n Strike the ground\nThere\'s not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God\'s not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening \nWhere will you turn\nWhen your God has abandoned you?\nWhere will you turn\nWhen he leaves you to die? \nWhere will you turn\nWhen your God has abandoned you?\nWhere will you turn\nWhen he leaves you to die? \nWe pray for God\nStrip the structure\nScratch it out\nWe praise empty skies \nStrike the ground\nThere\'s not a message in the sound\nHold out your hands\nWhen your God\'s not listening\nThe common ground of a modern day escape\nIs calling for the listening\nWe\'re living through your eyes\nBut inside we start to die ",3 +4216,Brett_Dennen___Aint_No_Reason,sad, "Ain’t No Reason There ain\'t no reason things are this way\nIt\'s how they\'ve always been and they intend to stay\nI can\'t explain why we live this way\nWe do it every day \nPreachers on the podiums speaking of saints\nProphets on the sidewalk begging for change\nOld ladies laughing from the fire escape\nCursing my name \nI got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same\nA window and a pigeon with a broken wing\nYou could spend your whole life working for something\nJust to have it taken away\nPeople walk around pushing back their debts\nWearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets\nTalking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death\nEvery little heartbeat, every little breath \nPeople walk a tight rope on a razors edge\nCarrying their hurt and hatred and weapons\nIt could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen\nOr thought, or a word or a sentence \nThere ain\'t no reason things are this way\nIt\'s how they\'ve always been and they intend to stay\nI don\'t know why I say the things I say\nBut I say them anyway \nBut love will come, set me free\nLove will come, set me free, I do believe\nLove will come, set me free, I know it will\nLove will come, set me free, yes \nPrison walls still standing tall\nSome things never change at all\nKeep on building prisons, gonna fill them all\nKeep on building bombs, gonna drop them all \nWorking your fingers bare to the bone\nBreaking your back, make you sell your soul\nLike a lung, that\'s filled with coal\nSuffocating slow\nThe wind blows wild and I may move\nBut politicians lie and I am not fooled\nYou don\'t need no reason or a three piece suit\nTo argue the truth \nThe air on my skin and the world under my toes\nSlavery stitched to the fabric of my clothes\nChaos and commotion wherever I go\nLove I try to follow \nLove will come, set me free\nLove will come, set me free, I do believe\nLove will come, set me free, I know it will\nLove will come, set me free, yes \nThere ain\'t no reason things are this way\nIt\'s how they\'ve always been and they intend to stay\nI can\'t explain why we live this way\nWe do it every day ",1 +7829,Eels___PS_You_Rock_My_World,sad, "P.S. You Rock My World \nI was at a funeral the day I realized\nI wanted to spend my life with you\nSitting down on the steps at the old post office\nThe flag was flying at half-mast \n \nAnd I was thinkin\' 'bout how everyone is dying\nAnd maybe it\'s time to live \n \nI don\'t know where we\'re going\nI don\'t know what we\'ll do\n \nWalked into the Thriftee\nSaw a man with the hollow eyes\nWho didn\'t give me all my change\nBut it didn\'t bother me this time\nCause I know I\'ve only got this moment\nAnd it\'s good \n \nI went to the gas station\nOld woman honked her horn\nWaiting for me to fix her car \n \nI don\'t know where we\'re going\nI don\'t know what we\'ll do \n \nLaying in bed tonight I\'m was thinking\nAnd listening to all the dogs\nAnd the sirens and the shots \n \nAnd how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets\nWhile a happy man takes a walk\n \nAnd maybe it\'s time to live ",1 +4084,Brand_New___Failure_by_Design,sad, "Failure by Design \nWatch you on the ones and twos\nThrough a window in a well lit room\nBecome a recluse\nAnd I blame myself because I make things hard\nAnd you\'re just trying to help\nAnd when I wake up you\'re the first to call\nThis is one more late night basement song\nAnd I\'m so sore\nMy voice has gone to hell\nAnd this is one more sleepless night because\n \nWe don\'t believe in filler, baby\nIf I could I\'d sit this out \n \nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it\'s over\nI kill myself because I\'m so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI\'m another day late and one year older\nIt\'s failure by design \n \nAnd we just want sleep\nBut this night is hell\nI\'m sick and sunk and I blame myself\nBecause I make things hard and you were trying to help\nI got no gas no gas\nI\'m winding out my gears\nThis is one more day on the verge of tears\nAnd now my head hurts head hurts\nAnd my health is a joke\nNow I gotta stop because the headphones broke\n \nWe don\'t believe in filler, baby\nIf I could I\'d sit this out \n \nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it\'s over\nI kill myself because I\'m so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI\'m another day late and one year older\nIt\'s failure by design \n \nI\'m out of everything\nNo one sleeps till we get this shit out on the shelves\nIt\'s late, I\'m faltering\nBut this time I got nothing to say besides\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I\'m better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I\'m better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo Baby, I\'m better than this\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nNothing to say besides\n \nThis is over\nThis is a lesson in procrastination\nWhen I say it\'s over\nI kill myself because I\'m so frustrated\nAnd every single second that I put it off\nMeans another lonely night I gotta race the clock\nI ignore it\nWhat say we go and crash your car?\nAnd it ignores me too\nAnd every time I leave you go and lock the door\nAnd I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder\nI\'m another day late and one year older\nI\'m a failure by design2 ",1 +1517,Anthony_Hamilton___Im_A_Mess,sad, "I’m a Mess \nCan\'t believe\nOh, oh, oh, oh no, no, oh \n \nI\'m so torn up now, can\'t believe I lost you\nLost my best friend, my soul mate, can\'t believe it\'s true\nWe\'ve invested in a set of twins, a small house, and the dog cried out\nKnew I was suffering, he was chained to my pain \n \nMe and you were meant to last forever\nAnd empty walls can\'t hold this house together\nWe were born to live and die together\nAnd now you\'re gone and I\'m so alone\nBaby, come on home\n \nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could tried\nYou could have called me, baby\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don\'t want me no more\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could tried\nYou could have called on me, baby\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don\'t want me no more \n \nI\'m a mess right now, I can\'t eat, can\'t sleep\nBills are piling high, ain\'t worked in three weeks\nAin\'t bathed, can\'t shave 'cause my heart is so tender\nLike living in a blender, I\'m shaken and I\'m stirred \n \nYou and me were meant to last forever\nAnd empty walls can\'t hold this house together\nWe, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we were meant to lie and die together\nNow you\'re gone, I\'m so alone\nBaby come on home \n \nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could have tried\nWe could have tried\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nI would rather die right now\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nYou don\'t want me no more\nYou could have called, you could have wrote, you could have tried\nI rather you slit me cross the throat, so I can die\nI wish you never left me\nInstead of leaving, no explanation, as to why\nAnd I don\'t know why\nYou don\'t want me no more\nYou don\'t want me no more, no more\nSee Anthony Hamilton LiveGet tickets as low as $89 \nCall me Call me, write me Right now\nLove me, come home\nI\'m here waiting, waiting, waiting on you, yeah\nCall me Call me, write me Right now\nLove me, come home\nYeah\nCall me Call me, write me\nLove me, come home\nYou don\'t have to worry, baby, I want you back\nCall me Hey, hey, write me Hey, hey\nLove me, come home\nI need you, I need you\nCall me Right now, write me I can\'t eat\nLove me, come home\nAnd I can\'t sleep no more, baby\nCall me I don\'t even take no bath, write me\nI can\'t shave, I can\'t live without you, baby\nLove me, come home\nCome on home, yeah\nCall me Write me, write me Love me\nLove me, come home\nLove me again, baby\nCall me Said I need you, write me Pick up the phone, girl\nLove me Pick up the phone now, come home Write me now ",1 +8718,Evolution___Walking_On_Fire,calm, "Walking On Fire My fingers burn in the breakdown\nThis part of everything behind me\nI fade into off the headlights\nCrushing every feeling that\'s in me \nThese walls you\'ve built never come down\nOne\'s a crowded number when you\'re one\nLights flicker still in your eyes\nAll across the ground I own \nYou hear things that you can\'t see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat\'s your impulse for me?\nTime never leaves until it\'s over\nShadow falling never stay\nDeep treble lights that they cover\nSoftly slipping down my face \nYou hear things that you can\'t see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat\'s your impulse for me? \nI\'m walking on fire...\nI\'m walking on fire... \nTime\'s never still in my mind\nStay where I belong in your fumes\nI\'m pushing back deeper lies\nStill wait, open to you \nYou hear things that you can\'t see\nEchoes on and off\nThoughts spinning out of me\nWhat\'s your impulse for me? \nI\'m walking on fire...",2 +5950,Craig_Morgan___Redneck_Yacht_Club,happy, "Redneck Yacht Club \nI\'m meetin\' my buddies out on the lake\nWe\'re headed out to a special place we love\nThat just a few folks know\nThere\'s no signin\' up, no monthly dues\nTake your Johnson, your Mercury\nOr your Evinrude an\' fire it up\nMeet us out at party cove\nCome on in the water\'s fine\nJust idle on over an\' toss us a line\n \nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin\' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin\' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there\'s five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin\' the boat, that\'s us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club \n \nBermuda\'s, flip-flops and a tank-top tan\nHe popped his first top at 10 a.m., that\'s Bob\nHe\'s our president\nWe\'re checkin\' out the girls on the upper deck\nRubbin\' in the 15 SPF, it\'s hot\nEverybody\'s jumpin\' in\nLater on when the sun goes down\nWe\'ll pull out the jar and that old guitar\nAn\' pass 'em around \n \nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin\' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin\' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there\'s five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin\' the boat, that\'s us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\n \nWhen the party\'s over and we\'re all alone\nWe\'ll be makin\' waves in a no-wake zone \n \nBass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge\nStrung together like a floatin\' trailer park\nAnchored out and gettin\' loud all summer long\nSide by side, there\'s five houseboat front porches\nAstroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches\nRegular Joes rockin\' the boat, that\'s us\nThe Redneck Yacht Club \nRedneck Yacht Club\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nThe Redneck Yacht Club\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na\nNa na, na na, na na, na na, na na, na na1 ",0 +2094,Au_Revoir_Simone___Shadows,sad, "Shadows You tell me\nThat it\'s getting better\nBut every time that we say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight\nI\'m haunted by your eyes\nAnd how long they\'ve been crying \nDon\'t tell me\nAbout a bad reaction\nDon\'t tell me that you plan to hide, to hide, to hide\nReasoning aside\nI\'m moving on\nI hope your coming with me\nI hope your coming with me \nAnyone can answer their own questions\nAll you have to do is look inside, inside, inside\nYou know it inside\nYou know it will be alright, alright, alright\nYou know it\'s alright \nI\'m moving on\nI hope your coming with me\nCause I\'m not strong\nWithout you \nDon\'t blame it on\nYour shadows\nCause I know all\nAbout you",1 +5443,Chromeo___Me__My_Man,happy, "Me & My Man x2\nThis is the new sound\nWe came to get down\nOur name is Chromeo\nAnd we are in control \nHave you ever felt this way?\nFelt the need to get away?\nWell I have, yeah\nWhen the world is out to get you\nAnd your friends are all against you\nAnd you\'re sad, so what do you say?\n x2\nI wanna get away\nFrom the problems of the world today\nMe and my man on a plane\nFly away to a better place \nI want to, I need to\nFly away when they are out to get you\nYou want it, you need it\nLook inside and you will find that feeling \nHey My heart is made of stone\nMy soul is made of songs\nMy girl is on the phone\nBut I want to be left alone\nHey It\'s just this side of me\nYou think it\'s irony\nI wish you tried to see\nThat I need someone to set me free \n x2 \nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\nShoobey, doo-wop\n x2 \n x2 ",0 +464,Agnes___Release_Me,happy, "Release Me \nRelease me, release my body\nI know it\'s wrong\nSo why am I with you now?\nI say release me\n\'Cause I\'m not able to convince myself\nThat I\'m better off without you \n \nYeah, it\'s perfectly clear, love is not what you need\nI tell you that I don\'t care, but I don\'t want to\nAnything that you say, I hear myself agree\nAnd I don\'t recognize what I\'ve turned into\n \nI don\'t know why I want you so\n\'Cause I don\'t need a heartbreak\nI don\'t know what addictive hold\nYou have on me, I can\'t shake, no\nI\'m not in control, so let me go \n \nRelease me, release my body\nI know it\'s wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n\'Cause I\'m not able to convince myself\nThat I\'m better off without you \n \nI could sleep by myself, it would burn me alive\nFind me somebody else, but I don\'t want to\nTry to leave out the love that goes against the grain\nBut I can rationalize it if I have to \n \nI don\'t know why I want you so\nMmh, 'cause I don\'t need a heartbreak\nI don\'t know what addictive hold\nYou have on me, I can\'t shake, no\nI\'m not in control, so let me go\n \nRelease me, release my body\nI know it\'s wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back? Why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n\'Cause I\'m not able to convince myself\nThat I\'m better off without you \n \nI\'m not in control, so let me go \n \nRelease me, release my body\nI know it\'s wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n\'Cause I\'m not able to convince myself\nThat I\'m better off without you\nOh whoa...\nRelease me, release my body Release my body\nI know it\'s wrong\nSo why do I keep coming back? Why do I keep coming back?\nI say release me\n\'Cause I\'m not able to convince myself\nThat I\'m better off without you\nOoh...2 ",0 +4661,Cake___Hem_Of_Your_Garment,happy, "Hem of Your Garment \nI am intrinsically no good\nI have a heart that\'s made of wood\nI am only biding time\nOnly reciting memorized lines \n \nAnd I\'m not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I\'m not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah\n \nI have no love, but only goals\nHow very empty is my soul\nIt is a soul that feels no thrill\nIt is a soul that could easily kill \n \nAnd I\'m not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I\'m not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah \n \nI am intrinsically no good\nI have a heart that\'s made of wood\nI am only biding time\nOnly reciting memorized lines \n \nAnd I\'m not fit to touch\nThe hem of your garment\nNo, no I\'m not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nNo, no I\'m not fit to touch the hem of your garment\nOh yeah, yeah",0 +2545,Bay_City_Rollers___Money_Honey,happy, "Money Honey Money can\'t make you turn your head now\nMoney can\'t get you into bed now\nMoney honey\nCan\'t give more than you get now \nMoney honey, you ain\'t got no respect\nSnide like a fox, yeah, just to see what you can get\nAnd money honey, get your breakfast in bed\nHey money honey, oh, you drive me out of my head \nLiving like a princess with a frown\nGiving I can\'t afford a crown\nMoney honey\nHey girl, come on, don\'t bring me down\nMoney honey, you ain\'t got no respect\nSnide like a fox, yeah, just to see what you can get\nAnd money honey, get your breakfast in bed\nHey money honey, oh, you drive me out of my head \nMoney, must it buy all I get now?\nMoney, without it how far would I get now?\nMoney, money, money, money honey\nWithout it you\'d be losing my respect now",0 +483,Aimee_Mann___4th_of_July,sad, "4th of July \nToday\'s the fourth of July\nAnother June has gone by\nAnd when they light up our town\nI just think what a waste of gunpowder and sky \n \nI\'m certain I am alone\nIn harbouring thoughts of our home\nIt\'s one of my faults that I can\'t quell my past\nI ought to have gotten it gone\n \nOh, baby\nI wonder if when you are older\nSomeday\nYou\'ll wake up and say\n My God, I should have told her\nWhat would it take?\nBut now here I am and the world\'s gotten colder\nAnd she\'s got the river down which I sold her \n \nSo that\'s today\'s memory lane\nWith all the pathos and pain\nAnother chapter in a book where the chapters are endless\nAnd they\'re always the same\nA verse, then a verse, and refrain \n \nOh, baby\nI wonder if when you are older\nSomeday\nYou\'ll wake up and say\n My God, I should have told her\nWhat would it take?\nBut now here I am and the world\'s gotten colder\nAnd she\'s got the river down which I sold her... See Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 ",1 +2670,Beirut___Rhineland_Heartland,sad, "Rhineland Heartland Life, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there\'s nowhere to go, to go \nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there\'s nowhere to go, to go \nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nLife, life is all right on the Rhine\nNo, but I know, but I know\nI would have no where to go\nNo but there\'s nowhere to go, to go 2 ",1 +1207,Anathema___A_Dying_Wish,sad, "A Dying Wish I bear the seed of ruin\nA golden age turned to stone\nElysium... to dust \nFor this, a tragic journey\nA vision of a dying embrace\nScattered earth\nSilence... \nWhere Echonia wept\nI sank into the silent desert\nFallen am I\nIn the solitude of a broken promise\n..I cried alone\nMy empyrean is a scar\nFrom the memory of her beautiful life\nForever was her name \nFulfillment lost in a lifetime of regret\nOrnate peace would cover me\nAs I would die now...\nFor one last wish ",1 +5832,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Enchantment,happy, "Enchantment I wait for you\nI don\'t know why\nAll I know is I can\'t hide\nAt this temperature you could take over my mind \nLike gossamer you softly touch\nHe draws me in\nI\'m powerless\nHe possesses an enchantment \nTell me\nI\'m forgiven\nHe calls, don\'t know how I fell under his spell\nLately I\'ve been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nI wait for you\nI\'m mesmerized\nThis love is like a potion in disguise\nI tightrope walk with a blindfold on my eyes\nI can\'t escape\nOr so it seems\nI\'d run away\nHe\'s in my dreams\nHe possesses an enchantment \nTell me I\'m forgiven\nHe calls, don\'t know how I fell under his spell\nLately I\'ve been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment \nIt\'s the kind of sleepwalk that never ends\nA type of loan with no dividends\nIt\'s a parlor game where you\'re given chase\nGuess it could be called an acquired taste \nI know he knows\nHe calls, I go\nI know\nThis could be an enchantment \nWhy don\'t you tell me\nI\'m forgiven\nHe calls, don\'t know how I fell in love his spell\nI\'m forgiven\nLately\nI\'ve been driven\nHe smiles and I give in\nAn enchantment4 ",0 +2971,Beyoncé___Speechless,calm, "Speechless \nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me speechless \n \nWhere you been, baby?\nWaited for you all day\nWaited for you to use the key\nThat opens my place\nMy heart starts trembling\nAs I hear your footsteps pace\nLock opened, doorknob turned\nThere appears your face\n \nGoing out my head, I think I\'m losin\' all my mind\nDrive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night\nFeels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world\nIn your arms, lost for words\nYou\'ve got me \n \nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nOhh\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me speechless \n \nLaying so closely\nI feel your skin rubbin\' and touchin\' me\nOnly sweat between us\nFeelin\' you kissin\' and pleasin\' me\nI rub your back\nI kiss your neck\nI know that you love when we touch like that\nI can feel you need me\nFeels so good to me\nFeels so good to me\n \nGoing out my head, I think I\'m losin\' all my mind\nDrive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night\nFeels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world\nIn your arms, lost for words\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me \n \nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me You\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me speechless \n \nYes, yes, yes\nYes, yes, yes\nSpeechless, all I can say is\nYes, yes, yes\nAll I can say is\nYes, yes, yes, yes, ooh\nKiss me\nHold me\nYou\'ve got me\nSpeechless8 ",2 +4872,Carpark_North___The_Last_End,sad, "The Last End \nSad but true am I, holy is the one\nWho prays in simple words to keep his spirit strong\nWhen loneliness occurred, I met you \n \nSoft and still you are, tragic is the one\nWho craves to write the tune but fails to sing along\nWhen dreams are all we have, we divide \n \nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we try again\nThis is the last end\n \nInnocent are we, blinded is the one\nWho greets the light he sees but still denies the sun\nDoes your hand fit in mine? Are we lost?\nYeah, we are lost \n \nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we try again\nThis is the end\nFeel my skin\nLay down your last defenses\nTonight we fight\nThe last end ",1 +6483,Darren_Hayes___Casey,sad, "Casey \nDriving in your car\nWith the windows down\nAnd the beat up stereo\nStruggle with this town\nCuz you love to hate it\nAnd hate to let it go \nAnd we\'re all alone\nAnd so tired of being\nUnderrated\nSo don\'t take me home\n\'Cause I feel alive\nWhen you come and save me\nA yellow car\nSpeeding down the Southside freeway\nWe\'ll rewrite this movie\nMake it end like we want it to \n \nAnd Casey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI\'ve been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory...\nOf when we were amazing \n \n1989\nSummer had hit\nBut it was not moving\nWhat is it with this town?\nEvery time we win\nIt just feels like losing\nWe were never gonna fit in\nI was a mixed up kid\nAnd you were my sanity\n In a yellow car\nWe don\'t even have to go far\n\'Cause that song you\'re playing\nSounds like peace on the radio \n \nAnd Casey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI\'ve been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were amazing\nWhen we were amazing \n \nI know things will change\nCasey stay the same\nTake me away \nOh, we don\'t have to go far\nYeah, we don\'t have to go far\nI know\n \nCasey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI\'ve been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were\nWhen we were \nCasey\nWhen you go\nCan you come and find me\nWanna be beside you\nWhen you leave this town\nI\'ve been waving goodbye\nPretending not to cry\nI want to be someone\nIf you take me away\nAll the pain will change\nInto a memory\nOf when we were amazing\nWhen we were \n \nDriving in your car\nWith the windows down\nAnd the beat up stereo\nOh, oh \nI wanna\nI\'m gonna\nI wanna\nBe someone\nI wanna\nI\'m gonna\nI wanna\nBe someone \nI will run to you\nI will come to you\nI will run to you\nI will come to you \nCome on and get me\nCome on and rescue me \nI will run to you\nI will come to you\nI will run to you\nI will come to you \nComing through the sky\nLike a satellite\nLike a radio wave\nA meteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite\nMeteorite ",1 +8131,Elton_John___My_Fathers_Gun,calm, "My Father’s Gun \nFrom this day on I own my father\'s gun\nWe dug his shallow grave beneath the sun\nI laid his broken body down below the southern land\nIt wouldn\'t do to bury him where any Yankee stands\nI\'ll take my horse and I\'ll ride the Northern plain\nTo wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again\nI will not rest until I know the cause is fought and won\nFrom this day on until I die I\'ll wear my father\'s gun \n \nI\'d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company needs men\nSo slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\n \nAs soon as this is over we\'ll go home\nTo plant the seeds of justice in our bones\nTo watch the children growing and see the women sewing\nThere\'ll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring \n \nI\'d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company, it needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI\'d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nOh\nI\'d like to know where the riverboat, the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI\'d like to know where the riverboat, the riverboat\nThe riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nI\'d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight\nTo New Orleans, well, that\'s just fine, that\'s just fine alright\nBecause there\'s fighting there and the company needs men\nOh, I said now, oh, I said, slip us a rope and sail on round the bend\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 \nThe riverboat sails tonight\nThat\'s just fine alright\nOh, slip us a rope\nSail on round, sail on round, sail on round, sail on round\nSail\nSail on round the bend\nThe riverboat sails tonight\nOh, I said\nThat\'s just fine alright1 ",2 +1031,Amel_Larrieux___Even_If,happy, "Even If \nNever thought I would\nFind the words that could\nStand up through any weather\nSomething I could say\nYou could hear today\nBut stay with you forever \n \nJust when I was losing my faith\nAnd I was losing my way\nIt came to me as clear as day\n \nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, It\'s time I take you home \nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you \n \nInnocent and mild\nYou must be heaven\'s child\nSent to make me believe Make me believe\nOn my darkest night all you have to do is smile\nAnd you breathe new life into me \n \nJust when I was losing my faith\nAnd losing my way Losing my way\nYou came to me as clear as day \n \nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, It\'s time I take you home \nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you \n \nThere\'ll be a time\nWhen I\'m gonna have to leave this sweet place behind\nLeave it behind\nBut baby before I go\nI gotta make sure you know\nAbout the joy that you bring to my life\n \nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, It\'s time I take you home \nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nEven if I wake up and find I\'m alone\n\'Cause the whole world\'s turned to stone\nAnd my God says, It\'s time I take you home \nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you \n \nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI\'ll be happy going knowing that I loved you\nI, I, loved you\nI, I, loved you Knowing that I loved you\nI, I, loved you Knowing that I loved you, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah1 ",0 +3283,Black_Eyed_Peas___If_You_Want_Love,happy, "If You Want Love [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope\'s about to explode oh\nI got what you need and you know so don\'t ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know \n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on...\n \nBaby when you\'re gone I don\'t know what to do\nCause ain\'t no other lady make me feel brand new\nAnd there\'s no other woman that I want to pursue\nIf you want my loving, I\'ma give it to you\nLet our bodies collide and me enter you\nMeet me online, take a little preview\nSex on the net, got my girl in the mood\nAnd you know our connection is long overdue \n[Refrain: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCause I got my needs and I need them right now\nAnd I ain\'t too proud to show it\nSee I\'ve been on the road with my fuckin\' hormones\nAnd you\'d be straight over knowin it oh\nAfter the show we\'ll go to the limo, baby, we can still rock n roll it\nYou loving Your love\nYou loving Your love\nI really need your loving, baby \n \nIf you want some loving send a request\nI\'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat\'s ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI\'m down for whatever, you got me feeling fevery hey\n [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope\'s about to explode you know what I\'m talkin\' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don\'t ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know \n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on... \n \nIf you want my loving, I\'ma give it to you\nIf you need it right now, I\'ma send it on through\nFed-Ex, overnight loving\nSex, me and you rubbin\'\nA telegram of a different kind\nI\'ma taste your body and seduce your mind\nLick your envelope from behind\nPut my stamp on it, then it\'s mine \n[Refrain: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCause I got my needs and I need them right now\nAnd I ain\'t too proud to show it\nSee I\'ve been on the road with my fuckin\' hormones\nAnd you\'d be straight over knowin it oh\nAfter the show we\'ll go to the limo baby we can still rock n roll it\nYou loving Your love\nYou loving Your love\nI really need your loving, baby\n \nIf you want some loving send a request\nI\'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat\'s ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI\'m down for whatever, you got me feeling fevery hey \n[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope\'s about to explode you know what I\'m talkin\' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don\'t ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know \n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on... \n \nLove me, baby, love me, love me permanently, permanently\nYou know I love to love you, love you permanently, permanently\nYou got me feigning for your love, you got me yearning, yearning\nYou turn me on and turn me off, so keep on turning, turning\nTill my turn you know that I\'ll be learning, learning\nNew love tricks to make you go ooh\nMy magic stick can make you go ooh\nI love you from the bottom to the top and make you go oh \n \nIf you want some loving send a request\nI\'ma send it over to you next day, U.P.S\nThat\'s ultimate pleasure, special delivery\nI\'m down for whatever, I\'m even coming nightly\nKnocking on your door, you know what the business for\nThat\'s sex in your living room, the bathroom floor\nWhen I leave you be like 'give me more\', but remember\nW-I-double-L spells pleasure \n[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am, Fergie]\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope\'s about to explode you know what I\'m talkin\' 'bout\nI got what you need and you know so don\'t ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know cos I can turn you on\nIf you want love just let me know cause I can turn you on\nMy envelope\'s about to explode oh\nI got what you need and you know so don\'t ever have a doubt\nIf you want love just let me know \n[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]\nCos I can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nI can turn you on just turn me on, turn me on, turn me on\nTurn you on... oh \n \nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh!\nOh! ",0 +8328,Engineers___Said_And_Done,happy, "Said And Done In theory we\'re the same\nNo great shame\nThough we\'re poles apart \nFrom here to here knows when\nCan\'t understand\nWhy you think this way \nStood firm and took the strain\nOf every day\nWith the same old chores\nObsessive with the way\nThat you play\nAnd it goes on and on \nSo something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone\'s got to live\nBy what\'s been said and done \nWe all know that you\'ll change\nWhen they say\nIt\'s been the perfect choice \nIs the risk worth all the pain\nThat your name\'s\nImportant after all \nDisagree but never say\nThat my aims\nWere the same as yours \nIn theory we\'re the same\nNo great shame\nThough we\'re poles apart \nSo something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone\'s got to live\nBy what\'s been said and done\n So something has to change\nAs we grow bolder\nSomeone\'s got to live\nBy what\'s been said and done ",0 +8609,Evan_Rachel_Wood___It_Wont_Be_Long,happy, "It Won’t Be Long \nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you \nEvery night, when everybody has fun\nHere am I, sitting all on my own \nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you\nSince you left me, I\'m so alone\nNow you\'re coming, you\'re coming on home\nI\'ll be good like I know I should\nYou\'re coming home, you\'re coming home \nEvery night, the tears come down from my eyes\nEvery day, I\'ve done nothing but cry \nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, 'til I belong to you \nSince you left me, I\'m so alone\nNow you\'re coming, you\'re coming on home\nI\'ll be good like I know I should\nYou\'re coming home, you\'re coming home \nEvery day, we\'ll be happy, I know\nNow I know that you won\'t leave me no more \n \nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah\nIt won\'t be long yeah \n \nYeah, 'til I belong to you",0 +8410,Enya___Once_You_Had_Gold,calm, "Once You Had Gold \nOnce you had gold\nOnce you had silver\nThen came the rains\nOut of the blue \n \nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you\n \nNow you can see\nSpring becomes autumn\nLeaves become gold\nFalling from view \n \nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nNo-one can promise a dream come true\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you \n \n \nWhat is the dark\nShadows around you\nWhy not take heart\nIn the new day? \n \nEver and always\nAlways and ever\nNo-one can promise a dream come true\nTime gave both darkness and dreams to you ",2 +4432,Bruce_Springsteen___Sinaloa_Cowboys,calm, "Sinaloa Cowboys \nMiguel came from a small town in northern Mexico\nHe came north with his brother Luis to California three years ago\nThey crossed at the river levee when Luis was just sixteen\nAnd found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin \n \nThey left their homes and family, their father said, My sons, one thing you will learn\nFor everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return \nThey worked side by side in the orchards from morning until the day was through\nDoing the work the gueros wouldn\'t do\n \nWord was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands\nWell, deep in Fresno county, there was a deserted chicken ranch\nThere in a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine\nMiguel and Luis stood cooking methamphetamine \n \nYou could spend a year in the orchards\nOr make half as much in one ten-hour shift\nWorking for the men from Sinaloa\nAh, but if you slipped\nThe hydriodic acid\nCould burn right through your skin\nThey\'d leave you spitting up blood in the desert\nIf you breathed those fumes in \n \nIt was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside\nWhen the shack exploded, lighting up the valley night\nMiguel carried Luis\'s body over his shoulder down a swale to the creek side\nAnd there in the tall grass, Luis Rosales died \n \nMiguel lifted Luis\' body into his truck and then he drove\nTo where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove\nIn the dirt, he dug up ten thousand dollars, all that they\'d saved\nKissed his brother\'s lips and placed him in his graveSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 ",2 +1731,Arcade_Fire___Antichrist_Television_Blues,happy, "Antichrist Television Blues \nI don\'t wanna work in a building downtown\nNo, I don\'t wanna work in a building downtown\nI don\'t know what I\'m gonna do\n\'Cause the planes keep crashing, always two by two\nI don\'t wanna work in a building downtown\nNo, I don\'t wanna see when the planes hit the ground \n \nI don\'t wanna work in a building downtown\nI don\'t wanna work in a building downtown\nParking their cars in the underground\nTheir voices when they scream, well, they make no sound\nI wanna see the cities rust\nAnd the trouble makers riding on the back of the bus\n \nDear God, I\'m a good Christian man\nIn your glory, I know you understand\nThat you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid\nMy girl\'s thirteen but she don\'t act her age\nShe can sing like a bird in a cage\nOh Lord, if you could see her when she\'s up on that stage \n \nYou know that I\'m a God-fearing man\nYou know that I\'m a God-fearing man\nWell, I just gotta know if it\'s part of your plan\nTo seat my daughters there by your right hand\nI know that you\'ll do what is right, Lord\nFor they are the lanterns, and you are the light \n \nNow I\'m overcome\nBy the light of day\nMy lips are near but my heart is far away\nTell me what to say\nI\'ll be your mouthpiece \n \nInto the light of a bridge that burns\nAs I drive from the city with the money that I earned\nInto the dark of a starless sky\nI\'m staring into nothing and I\'m asking you why:\nLord, let me make her a star\nSo the world can see who you really are\nSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 \nLittle girl, you\'re old enough to understand\nThat you\'ll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land\nThe men are gonna come while you\'re fast asleep\nSo you better just stay close and hold on to me\nIf my little mocking bird don\'t sing\nWell, then daddy won\'t buy her no diamond ring \n \nDear God, would you send me a child?\nOh God, would you send me a child?\n\'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen\nSo the world can see what your true word means\nLord, would you send me a sign\n\'Cause I just gotta know if I\'m wasting my time? \n \nNow I\'m overcome\nBy the light of day\nMy lips are near but my heart is far away\nNow the war is won\nAnd how come nothing tastes good? \n \nOh, you\'re such a sensitive child\nYou know, you\'re such a sensitive child\nI know you\'re tired but it\'s alright\nI just need you to sing for me tonight\nYou\'re gonna have your day in the sun;\nYou know God loves the sensitive ones\n \nOh, my little bird in a cage\nOh, my little bird in a cage\nI need you to get up for me, up on that stage\nAnd show the men that you\'re old for your age\nNow ain\'t the time for fear\nBut if you don\'t take it, it will disappear \n \nOh! My little mockingbird sing!\nOh! My little mockingbird sing!\nI need you to get up on that stage for me, honey\nAnd show the men it\'s not about the money\nWanna hold a mirror up to the world\nSo that they can see themselves inside my little girl \n \nDo you know where I was at your age?\nAny idea where I was at your age?\nI was working downtown for the minimum wage\nAnd I\'m not gonna let you just throw it all away\nI\'m through being cute, I\'m through being nice\nOh, tell me Lord, am I the Antichrist?10 ",0 +6935,Destinys_Child___If,sad, "If [Verse 1: Michelle, Kelly, & Beyoncé]\nIf I don’t pick up the phone like I used to for you\nDon’t you take it personal\nIf I don’t do all the things that I used to do to you\nI ain’t mad at you\nIf you get to feeling stressed up in your chest thinking that you about to lose baby it’s true\nAnd If you’re losing out on sleep\nHome worrying about me\nThat’s how it be \n \nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain\'t stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain\'t got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love\n[Verse 2: Michelle, Kelly, & Beyoncé]\nIf you think I caught a feeling when I heard about that other chick No\nI already knew about it\nI just needed time just to clear my mind and ask myself\nWhy I didn\'t handle him\nIf you woulda taken care of home instead of leaving me alone I\nStill would be right there with you\nTaking care of you\nSteady loving you like I used to do \n \nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain\'t stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain\'t got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love \n[Bridge: All, Michelle, & Beyoncé]\nThere once was a time I blamed myself for what was wrong\nI can see so clearly now because you are gone\nThat’s how I spent all my time when you weren\'t home\nPlaying around with them raggedy heifers\nThere’ll be no more stressing, no more crying, no more trying\nI would rather be alone I’d rather be all by myself, yeah\nBecause this valuable heart of mine was yours until I realized\nFinally opened my eyes\n \nYou see ladies?\nI know I knew better\nWhat was I thinking?\nHe gon\' miss me when I\'m gone \n \nIf you don’t know now you know\nYou’re gonna miss my love\nAnd I ain\'t stressing 'bout a dog gone thing\nCause I was true when I gave you my love\nIf you search you will never find another love like my love\nYou’re gonna miss me\nI ain\'t got time while you sit around and play with my my love\nMy love8 ",1 +32,10cc___The_Things_We_Do_For_Love,happy, "The Things We Do for Love {Intro} \n \nToo many broken hearts have fallen in the river\nToo many lonely souls have drifted out to sea\nYou lay your bets and then you pay the price \n \nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\n \nCommunication is the problem to the answer\nYou\'ve got her number\nAnd your hand is on the phone\nThe weather\'s turned and all the lines are down \n \nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love \n \nLike walking in the rain and the snow\nWhen there\'s nowhere to go\nAnd you\'re feelin\' like a part of you is dying\nAnd you\'re looking for the answer in her eyes\nYou think you\'re gonna break up\nThen she says she wants to make up\nOoh you made me love you\nOoh you\'ve got a way\nOoh you had me crawling up the wall\n{Bridge} \n \nLike walking in the rain and the snow\nWhen there\'s nowhere to go\nAnd you\'re feelin\' like a part of you is dying\nAnd you\'re looking for the answer in her eyes\nYou think you\'re gonna break up\nThen she says she wants to make up\nOoh you made me love you\nOoh you\'ve got a way\nOoh you had me crawling up the wall\n \nA compromise would surely help the situation\nAgree to disagree\nBut disagree to part\nWhen after all it\'s just a compromise of \n \nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love\nThe things we do for love....5 ",0 +5466,Cinderella_Effect___Black_Hole_Sun,sad, "Black Hole Sun \nIn my eyes, indisposed\nIn disguises no one knows\nHides the face, lies the snake\nIn the sun in my disgrace\nBoiling heat, summer stench\n\'Neath the black the sky looks dead\nCall my name through the cream\nAnd I\'ll hear you scream again \n \nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come?\n \nStuttering, cold and damp\nSteal the warm wind, tired friend\nTimes are gone for honest men\nSometimes far too long for snakes\nIn my shoes, a walking sleep\nAnd my youth I pray to keep\nHeaven send Hell away\nNo one sings like you anymore \n \nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come? \n \n \nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come? \n \nWon\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come?\n \nHang my head, drown my fear\n\'Til you all just disappear \n \nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nAnd wash away the rain?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come?\nWon\'t you come? \n \nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, black hole sun\nWon\'t you come?\nBlack hole sun, won\'t you come? ",1 +676,Alexander_Skip_Spence___Weighted_Down_The_Prison_Song,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +7945,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Sweet_Talking_Woman,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +4242,Brian_McKnight___Crazy_Love,happy, "Crazy Love \nI can hear her heartbeat\nFrom a thousand miles\nHear the heavens open\nEvery time she smiles\nAnd when I come to her\nThat\'s where I belong\nYet, I\'m running to her\nLike a river strong \n \nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\n \nShe\'s got a fine sense of humor\nWhen I\'m feeling low down\nAnd when I come to her\nWhen the sun goes down\nTake my troubles away\nTake away my grief\nTake away my heartache\nIn the night like a thief \n \nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love \n \nYes I need, yes I need her in the daytime\nAnd oh I need, yes I need her in the night\nI want to throw my arms all around her\nTo kiss and hug and kiss and hug her tight\nAnd oh \n \nAnd when I\'m returning\nFrom so far away\nShe gives me sweet sweet lovin\'\nBrighten up my day\nIt makes me righteous\nAnd it makes me whole\nMakes me mellow\nDown into my soul\nSee Brian McKnight LiveGet tickets as low as $56 \nShe gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love\nShe gives me love, love, love, crazy love\nOne more time, she gives love, just a little love\nWhen I wake up in the morning\nShe gives me love, love, love\nCrazy Love ",0 +2890,Benton_Falls___Like_Portraits_On_Walls,calm, "Like Portraits on Walls This guilt hangs around your neck like portraits on walls\nI swear I can\'t recall the last time I saw you smile, it\'s been a while \nRun away\nCause this makes no sense\nWith hollow hands kissed by hollow lips\nRun away\nCause you\'ve seen him cry\nYou\'ve cut apart his heart with your knife\nHollow, hollow, hollow\nJust like you\'re pretty, pretty, now breath\nNow I\'ve said too much again\nWith hollow lips touching hollow hands\nOver time this will end\nOh, is this wrong\nWe knew this all along \nSometimes my life has got me down\nBut guilt beats hate and you turn it all around\nSometimes my life has got me down\nBut guilt beats hate, now you\'ve won",2 +4492,Bryan_Adams___Heaven,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +4705,Calexico___All_Systems_Red,sad, "All Systems Red Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath\nThat forecasts storms on the gallup poll\nWoke up from the nightmare news\nAnd hoping to read a sign in the morning air \nNothing changes here and nothing improves\nAll say my friends who just want out\nAnd leave these troubles behind\nScatter like paper in the eye of the storm\nDocumented with a silent snow\nThat\'s only heard from far away\nMore cards in play, follow in suit\nEverywhere you look, you only see red\nAnd wonder when to call off the race\nWatching a horse running down its last legs\nJust when you think it couldn\'t get much worse\nWatch the numbers rise on the death toll\nAnd the chimes of freedom flash and fade\nOnly heard from far, far away \nI hear you can\'t trust in your own\nNow the gray is broken in the early morn\nAnd the words forming barely have a voice\nIt\'s just your heart that\'s breaking without choice \nEverything you\'ve learned is distorted in your head\nBouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread\nStaying up with the blue screen glow\nForgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago \nWhen the dread is flowing down my veins\nI want to tear it all down and build it up again\nTear it all down, build it up again \nHear your heart that\'s breaking without choice\nI want to hear those chimes ring again\nRing again",1 +3634,Blue_October___The_Answer,sad, "The Answer \nIf I can\'t crawl inside of you\nI\'m laughing with a broken face\nI stumble across my self-esteem\nBut to picture the pleasure is making me want my space\nUnderstand that God wrapped you like a bow\nBut in my head, there\'s some shelves that need cleaning\nFrom basement to ceiling, control\nIf what you\'re seeing is an open book\nThat\'s great 'cause I\'m an open book\nBut I\'m real shy\nNow there\'s a part of me seeking\nAnd desperately needing to open up\nThat\'s strange 'cause I\'m an open book, a confused boy\n \nI\'m an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people\nMy heart, while in its cage\nGive and not receive a thing\nBut the only funny thing:\nI don\'t know how to give myself advice \n \nAnd I\'ve got this post-traumatic thing\nThis tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger\nAnd that\'s where I want to state this claim\nThat I\'ve got to learn to live and dream\nBefore I go and get myself in love, in love\nBefore, before, before I go and get myself in love \n \nThere\'s Zoloft, Welbutrin\nThere\'s Paxil that\'s proven, no side effects\nBut the rest left unnamed\n\'Cause they worked like a charm on me\nBut when your savings is drying\nYou can\'t stop from crying\nYou\'ve got to suck it up\nYou\'re not her buttercup\nYou\'re not her favorite book\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nI\'m an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people\nMy heart, while in its cage\nGive and not receive a thing\nBut the only funny thing:\nI don\'t know how to give myself advice \n \nAnd I\'ve got this post traumatic thing\nThis tattoo of a ring around my wedding finger\nAnd that\'s where I want to state this claim\nThat I\'ve got to learn to live and dream\nBefore I go and get myself in love, in love\nBefore, before, before I go and get myself in love ",1 +7577,Dubstar___Not_So_Manic_Now,calm, "Not So Manic Now The wind\'s whistling\nMy mind\'s twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang \nBecause I\'ve been up here for a while\nI\'m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block\nI\'m not so manic now\nI can uphold the weight of those neighbours\nAnd she\'s lifting and throwing to the wall\nThe post-natal harmonies of youth\nWhen this younger man, twenty-five\nAdvantageously took away her pride\nThe wind\'s whistling\nMy mind\'s twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang \nI staggered shaking slowly to the door\nThrough the frosted panel I could see you\nYour intentions as a salesman truly cush\nYou endeavoured as a psycho just to push\nAnd whilst lifting and throwing to the wall\nMy puny structure of an ageing OAP\nNo reason why you chose my flat\nBreathing deeply in a trance \nThe wind\'s whistling\nMy mind\'s twisting\nI was making myself the usual cup of tea\nWhen the doorbell strangely rang \nI\'m not so manic now not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now not so manic now \nBecause I\'ve been up here for a while\nI\'m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block\nI\'m not so manic now\nI can uphold the weight of those neighbours\nAnd she\'s lifting and throwing to the wall\nThe post-natal harmonies of youth\nWhen this younger man, twenty-five\nAdvantageously took away her pride\n I\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nNot so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nI\'m not so manic now\nNot so manic now ",2 +4215,Brett_Dennen___So_Far_From_Me,happy, "So Far From Me Crows ravaging a field of wheat\nStars jealous of the moon\nScarecrows know their own defeat\nEnvy and the heart that it consumes \nToday i walked without you\nLike an empty bottle drifting out to sea\nI would change it if i knew how to\nBut it don\'t come that easily \nIf my heart wasn\'t such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn\'t feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn\'t such an ocean\nI wouldn\'t sink like a stone\nIf you weren\'t so far from me\nI could you hold you while you\'re sleepin\nAnd hear ya breathin softly\nAnd be there when you wake\nPhone calls cannot complete us\nLetters cannot replace\nThe miles and miles and miles between us\nAnother time another place\nIf my heart wasn\'t such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn\'t feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn\'t such an ocean\nI wouldn\'t sink like a stone\nI have yet to meet another\nWho burns bright as you\nI\'m not looking for any other\nI only want you\nIf my heart wasn\'t such a jungle\nMaybe you wouldn\'t feel so all alone\nAnd if your heart wasn\'t such an ocean\nI wouldn\'t sink like a stone\nI wouldn\'t sink like a stone\nI wouldn\'t sink like a stone",0 +989,Amanda_Jenssen___Amarula_Tree,happy, "Amarula Tree La da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa \nI don\'t need no money, mommy\nI don\'t have a lover, brother\nI keep away from the Juppies Puppy\nI just want my amarula tree \nOh, it moves me without a touch\nPeople say that I think too much\nBut I\'m as happy as I can be\nHanging by my amarula tree\nI\'m a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better destiny\nI\'m a dreamer and as far as I can see, Amarula trees\nSo I\'m a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better world for you and me, ohh \nLa da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa \nI don\'t look back I look beyond\nI\'m just a struggling vagabond\nBut I get by well on my own\nWhere you are is what I call home \nWhow, it moves me without a touch\nPeople say that I drink too much\nBut I\'m as happy as I can be\nHanging by my amarula tree \nI\'m a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better destiny\nI\'m a dreamer and as far as I can see, Amarula trees\nI\'m a dreamer and I dream of what will be\nA better world for you and me\n La da da\nLa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da da\nDa da da da\nDa da da da\nLa da da\nLa da da daa ",0 +5360,Chris_Rea___The_Blue_Cafe,calm, "The Blue Cafe My world is miles of endless roads\nThat leaves a trail of broken dreams\nWhere have you been\nI hear you say?\nI will meet you at the Blue Cafe\nBecause, this is where the one who knows\nMeets the one who does not care\nThe cards of fate\nThe older shows\nTo the younger one, who dares to take\nThe chance of no return\nWhere have you been?\nWhere are you going to?\nI want to know what is new\nI want to go with you\nWhat have you seen?\nWhat do you know that is new?\nWhere are you going to?\nBecause I want to go with you \nSo meet me down at the Blue Cafe \nThe cost is great, the price is high\nTake all you know, and say goodbye\nYour innocence, inexperience\nMean nothing now \nBecause, this is where the one who knows\nMeets the one that does not care\nWhere have you been?\nI hear you say\nI\'ll meet you at the Blue Cafe \nSo meet me at the Blue Cafe",2 +2421,Balligomingo___Lust,sad, "Lust Follow me into deeper waters\nSinking fast into your eyes\nCaught inside your trance \nFeel my hunger for aching pleasure\nShelter me under your spell\nOffer me your soul \nFinally to free innocence\nDrowning in seas of you\nFeel the fire burning under\nWander free into my world\nLet me be your pearl \nFinally to free innocence drowning in seas of you ",1 +3389,Black_Tambourine___Throw_Aggi_Off_The_Bridge,happy, "Throw Aggi Off The Bridge I see your smile in my memory\nDriving your songs on my mind\nIt\'s hard when you live across the sea\nBut one day I know you\'ll be mine\nSo throw her off the bridge\nJust toss her in the drink\nShe\'s coming in between us\nYou know the girl I mean\nIt\'s time we were together\nIt\'s clear that I\'m the one\nSo throw her off the bridge\nYou just know it\'s gotta be done\nI trace your curves with my fingertips\nYour perfect face on my sleeve\nMaybe you\'re singing your songs for her\nBut soon you will sing them to me\nSo throw her off the bridge\nJust toss her in the drink\nShe\'s coming in between us\nYou know the girl I mean\nIt\'s time we were together\nIt\'s clear that I\'m the one\nSo throw her off the bridge\nYou just know it\'s gotta be done",0 +1394,Animal_Collective___My_Girls,happy, "My Girls \nIsn\'t much that I feel I need\nA solid soul and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl, and by my spouse\nI only want a proper house\nThere isn\'t much Isn\'t much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house \n \nThere isn\'t much There isn\'t much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house\n \nThere isn\'t much There isn\'t much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house \n \nI don\'t care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father\'s grave\nI don\'t care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave \n \nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\n \nThere isn\'t much There isn\'t much that I feel I need That I feel I need\nA solid soul A solid soul and the blood I bleed and the blood I bleed\nBut with a little girl But with a little girl, and by my spouse And by my spouse\nI only want I only want a proper house A proper house \n \nI don\'t care for fancy things\nOr to take part in the freshest wave\nBut to provide for mine who ask\nI will, with heart, on my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave\nOn my father\'s grave \n \nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\n \nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls\nI don\'t mean to seem like I care about material things\nLike a social status\nI just want four walls and adobe slats\nFor my girls32 ",0 +6272,Damien_Dempsey___Spraypaint_Backalley,sad, "Spraypaint Backalley Down a spray paint back alley\nI look up at the sky\nAnd I see through red eyes\nThe seagulls wheel around and around \nWorn out couches and fridges\nAnd mongrel dogs roam free\nThere are rags and there are riches\nInside this head for me \nWe drink cheap English cider\nAnd smoke hashish from North Africa\nI\'ve been tryin\' to get the mix right\nBut I haven\'t got it right tonight\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh \nI\'ve a fifteen year old mustache\nI\'m so desperate for to be a man\nPeople tell me to shave it off\nIf I shave it I\'m a boy again \nWatch my father and my brother\nFixing old cars\nAnd their rough oil stained hands\nAre skilled and scarred \nOoh\nOoh\nOoh \nBehind this big rusty shed door\nThere\'s a punch bag and a clapped out car\nAs the car sits on breeze blocks\nThe punch bag takes some heavy shots \nDown the lane way sniffin\' petrol\nI thought pebble dash was snow\nAs I stumbled in a blizzard\nThe pain inside me disappeared\n Cross the city down the alleys\nA thousand kids like me\nThey are watching through red eyes\nThe flock of little birds gracefully gliding by \nOoh\nOoh\nOoh \nFought in the lane, lost in the lane\nSwallowed the shame, then I fought again\nFought in the lane, cried in the lane\nSwallowed the pain, then I fought again \nFell in the lane, got back up in the lane\nDied in the lane, and came alive again \nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars \nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nWe are all in the gutter\nBut some of us are looking at the stars\nThe stars, ooh the stars, the stars ",1 +8056,Elliott_Smith___Waltz_1,sad, "Waltz #1 \nEvery time the day darkens down and goes away\nPictures open in my head of me and you\nSilent and cliché\nAll the things we did and didn\'t say\nCovered up by what we did and didn\'t do\nGoing through every out I used to cop\nTo make the repetition stop\nWhat was I supposed to say? \n \n \nNow I never leave my zone\nWe\'e both alone, I\'m going home\nI wish I\'d never seen your fa-a-ace 3 ",1 +4025,Boyz_II_Men___Under_Pressure,happy, "Under Pressure \nOne, two, one, two, three\nBa-dum-ba-dum-dum-bop-boo-be-doo\nBa-do-ah, ba-do-ah, ba-do-ooh, ooh\nYo fellas?\nYo, yo what\'s happenin\'\nYo, man, why don\'t we do something for the jeeps you know?\nYeah, like what though? That\'s cool\nLike some harmony over the hip-hop tracks?\nYeah Oh yeah, I\'m with that, I\'m with it, I\'m with it\nHere check this out\nWait a minute, wait a minute, now\nCome on, girl\nCome on, girl\nCome on, girl\n \nThere\'s a girl I know who look so fine\nShe really turns me on\nMy friends said I should\nBut it\'s takin\' me too long\nEvery time I get the nerve to call\nShe is never home\nI leave another message\nAnd I sit here all alone\nShe\'s got me \n \nUnder pressure You know what I\'m saying?\nAnd the feelin\' is killin\' me\nUnder pressure\nWhy is it, oh, so strong?\nI don\'t wanna be alone \n \nSo I got a chance to talk to her\nTo see just where we stand\nIf she felt the same about me\nCould I be her only man?\nI tried to write it out\nThat we could have some fun\nBut before I got an answer\nShe said she had to run, it\'s got me\nSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79 \nUnder pressure Woah\nAnd the feelin\' is killin\' me\nUnder pressure\nOh, I don\'t wanna be alone, alone\nUnder pressure Under pressure\nThe feelin\' is killin\' me, oh\nUnder pressure\nWhy is it, oh, so strong? \n \n \nUnder pressure You know what I\'m saying?\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure\nAnd the feelin\' is killin\' me\nUnder pressure\nI need you Under pressure\nI want you Under pressure\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure\nUnder pressure Just let me play, baby \n \nOh, Lord ",0 +9245,Flogging_Molly___Float,sad, "Float Drank away the rest of the day, I wonder what my liver\'d say\nDrink, that\'s all you can\nBlackened days with their bigger gales blow in your parlor to discuss the day\nListen, that\'s all you can \nOh, but don\'t, no, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don\'t, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built \nSick and tired of what to say, no one listens anyway\nSing, that\'s all you can\nRambling years of lousy luck, you miss the smell of burning turf\nDream, that\'s all you can\nOh, but don\'t, no, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don\'t, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat \nSingled out for who you are, it takes all types to judge a man\nFeel, that\'s all you can\nFilthy suits with bigot ears hide behind their own worst fears\nLive, that\'s all you can \nIt\'s all you can\nIt\'s all you can do \nNo matter where I put my head, I\'ll wake up feeling sound again\nBreathe, that\'s all you can\nTomorrow smells of less decay, the flowers greet this blooming fray\nBe thankful, that\'s all you can \nOh, but don\'t, no, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, you built to keep afloat\nNo, don\'t, no, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat \nNo, don\'t, no, don\'t sink the boat\nThat you built, that you built to keep afloat\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37 A ripe old age, a ripe old age\nI\'m a ripe old age, that\'s what I am\nI\'m a ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, just doing the best I can \nA ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, that\'s what I am\nA ripe old age, a ripe old age\nA ripe old age, just doing the best I can \nThe best I can5 ",1 +3751,Bob_Dylan___Just_Like_A_Woman,happy, "Just Like a Woman \nNobody feels any pain\nTonight as I stand inside the rain\nEverybody knows that baby\'s got new clothes\nBut lately I see her ribbons and her bows\nHave fallen from her curls \n \nShe takes just like a woman, yeah she does\nShe makes love just like a woman, yeah she does\nAnd she aches just like a woman\nBut she breaks just like a little girl\n \nQueen Mary, she\'s my friend\nYes, I believe I\'ll go see her again\nNobody has to guess that baby can\'t be blessed\n\'Til she finally sees that she\'s like all the rest\nWith her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls \n \nShe takes just like a woman, yes\nShe makes love just like a woman, yeah she does\nAnd she aches just like a woman\nBut she breaks just like a little girl \n \nYeah, it was raining from the first\nAnd I was dying there of thirst\nSo I came in here\nAnd your long-time curse hurts\nBut what\'s worse\nIs this pain in here\nI can\'t stay in here \n \nAin\'t it clear that I just can\'t fit\nYes, I believe it\'s time for us to quit\nBut when we meet again, introduced as friends\nPlease don\'t let on that you knew me when\nI was hungry and it was your world\n \nAh, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do\nYou make love just like a woman, yes, you do\nThen you ache just like a woman\nBut ya\' break just like a little girl\n 4 ",0 +167,AFI___The_Leaving_Song,sad, "The Leaving Song \nWalked away, heard them say\n Poisoned hearts will never change, walked away again\nTurned away in disgrace\nFelt the chill upon my face, cooling from within \n \nHard to notice gleaming from the sky\nWhen you\'re staring at the cracks\nHard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered\nYou walked away, heard them say\n Poisoned hearts will never change, walked away again\n \nAll the cracks, they lead right to me\nAnd all the cracks will crawl right through me\nAll the cracks, they lead right to me\nAnd all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart \n \nAs I walked away, heard them say\n Poisoned hearts will never change, walked away again\nTurned away in disgrace\nFelt the chill upon my face, cooling from withinSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 2 ",1 +3201,Bishop_Allen___Like_Castanets,happy, "Like Castanets This city is silver in the moon\nAnd mountains heaped with sugar spoons\nThe click and clatter of my feet\nOn lonely crooked cobbled streets\nLike castanets \nDown past the window shutter tie\nThe hollow of a haunted night\nIt\'s raining now out on the beach\nThe chit and chatter of my teeth\nLike castanets\nI\'m following the coffee trail\nAnd drink it black and by the bail\nThe pesos turn to paper cups\nMy fingers tremble at the touch\nLike castanets \nSanta Lucia\nBella vista\nSan Cristobal\nLa Moneda \nAnd on the cable car I climb\nUp to the sacred virgin shrine\nThis city\'s smothered in the smog\nThe snippy snap of wild dogs\nLike Castanets \nTomorrow is Assumption Day\nI ask them what they celebrate\nDaniello says he can\'t explain\nBut he\'ll be clappin\' anyway\nLike castanets \nOh, like castanets",0 +1813,Arctic_Monkeys___Bigger_Boys_And_Stolen_Sweethearts,happy, "Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts \nThere\'s always somebody taller with more of a wit\nAnd he\'s equipped to enthrall her and her friends think he’s fit\nAnd you just can\'t measure up though, you don\'t have a prayer\nWishing that you\'d made the most of her when she was there \n \nThey\'ve got engaged, there\'s no intention of a wedding\nHe\'s pinched your bird and he\'d probably kick your head in \n \nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, you’re better off without her anyway\nYou said you wasn\'t sad to see her go\nYeah, but I know you were though\n \nNow you don\'t know what she\'s up to, you can only assume\nIf she\'s not in the front of the shops then they\'ve gone to his room\nBet she\'s gone 'round in her school stuff, bet that’s what he likes\nI know you thought she were different and you thought she were nice \n \nBut she\'s not nice, she\'s pretty fucking far from nice\nShe’s looking at you funny, rarely looking at you twice \n \nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, you’re better off without her anyway\nYou said you wasn\'t sad to see her go\nYeah, but it\'s clear you were though \n \nHave you heard what she has been doing? Never did it for me\nHe picks her up at the school gate at twenty past three\nShe’s been with all of the boys but never went very far\nAnd she wagged English and Science just to go in his car \n \nThey\'ve got engaged, there\'s no intention of a wedding\nHe\'s pinched me bird and he\'d probably kick my head in\nOh, now the girls have grown\nYeah, but I\'m sure that they still carry on in similar ways\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 \nBigger boys and stolen sweethearts\nOh, I\'m better off without her anyway\nI said I wasn’t sad to see her go\nYeah, but I’m only pretending, you know\nYeah, I’m only pretending, you know\nI was only pretending, you know\nI was only pretending, you know5 ",0 +2841,Ben_Kweller___Falling,sad, "Falling Wind is, cold alright back in Dallas\nThe neon light from the building\nLets you know you\'re home \nYou\'d go, way back when\nIf you wanted, to be my friend\nDo you call me\nI\'d understand, it\'s true \nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say hello to the ground\nBah bah bah bah bah bah \nWait there, I\'ll be right back\nDown in Times Square\nIt\'s a heart attack\nAll the feeling\nThat makes you feel so new \nHey, trees fall and so do men\nEven the walls start caving in\nAnd you feel like there\'s no pretend for you \nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo, I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say hello to the ground \nWe could talk if days weren\'t so fast\nAnd mistakes just leave it so unsure\nWanna hold you like never before\nCause we\'re falling and I love you more and more \nDo you feel like you\'re falling down?\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down?\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling, falling, falling, down\n I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down\nJust say hello to the ground \nBah bah bah bah bah bah \nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling\nNo I don\'t feel like I\'m falling down \nDo you feel like you\'re falling down\nDo you feel like you\'re falling down\nI don\'t feel like I\'m falling falling falling\nJust say hello to the ground ",1 +3520,Bloc_Party___Zephyrus,sad, "Zephyrus \nBackwards, forwards but making no ground at all\nStanding in the city with the clocks counting one\nAnd your face is still wet from the fight before\nAs your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them\nBaby, I\'m ashamed of the things I put you through\nBaby, I\'m ashamed of the man I was for you \n \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do \n \nHow fast must we run before we can just take off in flight?\nHow far must we run before they do not recognise us?\nSo let\'s take this from the start, you\'ll be me and I\'ll be you\nAnd let\'s try not to complain about your smoking\nAnd my distant heart\nAnd my distant heart\nAnd my distant heart \n \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do \n \nToo many mirrors in this house\nAnd I don\'t like to see myself like this\nI\'m becoming the man I used to be, I guess\nThese walls could tell you a thing or two\nThings that you really don\'t want to know\nLend me your eyes for your point of view\nLend me your feet and I\'ll stand up for you \n \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do \nAnd all you said in your quietest voice\nWas I needed you as much as they do ",1 +681,Alexandra_Burke___Hallelujah,sad, "Hallelujah \nI heard there was a secret chord\nThat David played, and it pleased the Lord\nBut you don\'t really care for music, do ya?\nWell, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth\nThe minor fall and the major lift\nThe baffled king composing Hallelujah \n \nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\n \nYour faith was strong but you needed proof\nYou saw her bathing on the roof\nHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya\nShe tied you to her kitchen chair\nShe broke your throne, and she cut your hair\nAnd from your lips she drew the Hallelujah \n \nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah \n \nMaybe there\'s a God above\nBut all I\'ve ever learned from love\nWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew you\nIt\'s not a cry that you hear at night\nIt\'s not someone who\'s seen the light\nIt\'s a cold and it\'s a broken Hallelujah \n \nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelu\'\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\nHallelujah, Hallelujah\n \nHallelujah, Hallelujah ",1 +152,AFI___The_Leaving_Song_Pt_II,sad, "The Leaving Song Pt. II \nDon\'t waste your touch, you won\'t feel anything\nOr were you sent to save me?\nI\'ve thought too much, you won\'t find anything\nWorthy of redeeming \n \nYo he estado aquí muchas veces antes y regresó \n \nTo break down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\n \nImperfect cry, and scream in ecstasy\nSo what befalls the flawless?\nLook what I\'ve built please don\'t do this\nIt shines so beautifully why won\'t you look at me\nNow watch as it destroys me \n \nY regreso aquí otra vez y comienzo \n \nTo break down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away \n \nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all behind, and never said goodbye\nI left it all to die \nI saw its birth, I watched it grow\nI felt it change me\nI took the life, I ate it slow\nNow it consumes me\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 \nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nBreak down, and cease all feeling\nBurn now, what once was breathing\nReach out, and you may take my heart away\nHeart away4 ",1 +3842,Bombay_Bicycle_Club___How_Are_You,happy, "How Are You \nShe seemed like an alright girl\nAnd I was thinking just one night won\'t hurt\nAnd I remember saying to her\nI don\'t want to get much older \n \nSo Long\nSo Long\nSo Long\n \nAlways seem to be on the run\nWe haven\'t spoken in so long\nWe can\'t get past the 'how are you?'\nWe\'re not talking like we used to \n \nSo Long\nSo Long\nSo Long \n \nAlways seem to be on the run\nWe haven\'t spoken in so long\nWe can\'t get past the 'how are you?'\nWe\'re not talking like we used to \n \nSo Long\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go\nSo Long\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go\nWhere it ends, and where it has to go 1 ",0 +2754,Belle_and_Sebastian___The_Wrong_Girl,sad, "The Wrong Girl I went looking for my darling\nI went looking for a sign\nAnd I found her in the morning\nSomewhere in the back of my mind \nI\'m not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one \nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mind\nI went looking for my darling\nI went looking for a sign\nAnd I found her in the morning\nSomewhere in the back of my mind \nI\'m not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one \nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mind \nI\'m not what I could be\nI need a true love\nI went looking and I found one \nThe wrong girl, the wrong kind\nThe wrong hand to be holding\nThe wrong eyes to go searching behind\nThe wrong dream to have in my mindSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",1 +565,Airiel___In_Your_Room,sad, "In Your Room \nI always try\nTo keep my eyes from closing besides\nI still see you\nIt seems so right\nTo think of the time we could have tonight\nAnd it\'s so cold\nIt seems my hands are colder than yours\nWarm me up inside\nYour face turns red and so does mine\n \nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie \n \nYou shine so bright\nA light inside my head\nI love the thought\nOf staring at you\nAsleep at night\nKaleidoscopic thoughts of me and you\nAnd you\'re just so cool\nFor me to see\nThe life we\'d have and we\'d tell everyone\nYour face turns red and so does mine \n \nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie \n \nI always try\nTo keep my eyes from closing besides\nI still see you\nAsleep at night\nKaleidoscopic thoughts of me and you\nAnd so you\'ll join my way of life\n \nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie\nAnd we climb all around\nYou stare into my eyes\nAnd watch me drown inside\nYou whisper to me softly as I lie2 ",1 +3160,Billy_Paul___Me_and_mrs_Jones,happy, "Me and Mrs. Jones \nMe and Mrs Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong\nTo let it go now \n \nWe meet every day at the same cafe — 6:30\nI know, I know she\'ll be there\nHolding hands, making all kinds of plans\nWhile the jukebox plays our favorite song\n \nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong\nTo let it go now \n \nWe gotta be extra careful\nThat we don\'t build our hopes up too high\nCause she\'s got her own obligations\nAnd so, and so do I \n \nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong\nTo let it go now \n \nWell, it\'s time for us to be leaving\nIt hurts so much, it hurts so much inside\nNow she\'ll go her way\nAnd I\'ll go mine\nBut tomorrow we\'ll meet the same place\nThe same time\n \nMe and Mrs, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nWe got a thing going on \n \nWe gotta be extra careful\nWe can\'t afford to build our hopes up too high\nI wanna meet and talk with you\nAt the same place, the same cafe, the same time\nAnd we\'re gonna hold hands like we used to\nWe gonna talk it over, talk it over\nWe know, they know\nAnd you know and I know it was wrong\nBut I\'m thinking strong\nWe gotta let 'em know now\nThat we got a thing going on, a thing going on4 ",0 +6888,Depeche_Mode___Told_You_So,sad, "Told You So \nAnd do those feet in modern times\nWalk upon the flowers and walk upon their brothers\nWhile their heads are busy lying low trying to keep to cover, oh \n \nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day \n \nSo they can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\n \nBring me my gun of itching desire\nBring me my bullets and I will fire\nSights set higher than the tall church spire \n \nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day \n \nSo they can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so \n \nStanding in line, the blind lead the blind\nWaiting and waiting for an overdue sign\nBrothers and sisters playing Chinese whispers\nIf things aren\'t suited then they\'ll get diluted \n \nThere\'s one more dead with a hole in his head\nHe shouldn\'t have said all the things he said\nMany tears were shed for the blood he bled\n \nSomething went wrong along the way\nEverybody\'s waiting for Judgment Day \n \nSo they can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so \n \n \nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\nThey can go, Told you so \nTold you so, told you so\n \nTold you so, told you so, told you so, told you so, told you so\nTold you so, told you so, told you so, told you so, told you so2 ",1 +26,10_Years___Wasteland,sad, "Wasteland \nChange my attempt, good intentions \n \nCrouched over, you were not there, living in fear\nBut signs were not really that scarce, obvious tears\nBut I will not hide you through this, I want you to help them\nPlease see the bleeding heart perched on my shirt\nDie, withdraw, hide in cold sweat, quivering lips\nIgnore remorse, naming a kid, living wasteland\nThis time you\'ve tried all that you can, turning you red\n \nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\nHere we are with your obsession\nShould I? Could I? \n \nCrowned, hopeless, the article read, living wasteland \nThis time you\'ve tried all that you can, turning you red\nBut I will not hide you through this, I want you to help \n \nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\nHere we are with your obsession\nShould I? Could I? \n \nHeave the silver, hollow sliver\nPiercing through another victim\nTurn and tremble, be judgmental\nIgnorant to all the symbols\nBlind the face with beauty paste\nEventually, you\'ll one day know \n \nChange my attempt, good intentions\nLimbs tied, skin tight\nSelf inflicted his perdition\nShould I? Could I?\nChange my attempt, good intentions\nShould I? Could I?\n [Outro Only in the 2005 version]\nShould I? Could I?11 ",1 +4462,Bruce_Springsteen___Darkness_On_The_Edge_Of_Town,calm, "Darkness on the Edge of Town \nWell they\'re still racing out at the Trestles\nBut that blood it never burned in her veins\nNow I hear she\'s got a house up in Fairview\nAnd a style she\'s trying to maintain \n \nWell, if she wants to see me\nYou can tell her that I\'m easily found\nTell her there\'s a spot out 'neath Abram\'s Bridge\nAnd tell her\nThere\'s a darkness on the edge of town\nThere\'s a darkness on the edge of town\n \nWell everybody\'s got a secret, son\nSomething that they just can\'t face\nSome folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it\nThey carry it with them every step that they take \n \nTill some day they just cut it loose\nCut it loose or let it drag 'em down\nWhere no one asks any questions\nOr looks too long in your face\nIn the darkness on the edge of town\nIn the darkness on the edge of town \n \nSome folks are born into a good life\nAnd other folks get it anyway, anyhow\nWell then I lost my money and I lost my wife\nThem things don\'t seem to matter much to me now \n \nTonight I\'ll be on that hill 'cause I can\'t stop\nI\'ll be on that hill with everything I got\nLives on the line where dreams are found and lost\nI\'ll be there on time and I\'ll pay the cost\nFor wanting things that can only be found\nIn the darkness on the edge of town\nIn the darkness on the edge of townSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 3 ",2 +4203,Brendan_Perry___Voyage_Of_Bran,sad, "Voyage Of Bran Father, father\nCan you tell me\nWhere the hours go?\nWhere time flows?\nIs it written in the stars\nUpon the milky way\nThat we must burn bright\nBefore we fade away? \nMother, mother\nCan you tell me\nWhere the fire goes\nWhen the flames cease?\n From the ashes\nTo the astral plain\nWhere the setting sun\nMeets the sea, Brendan \nI live by the river\nWhere the old gods still dream\nOf inner communion\nWith the open sea\nThrough the eye of a hunter\nIn search of a prey\nNeither beast nor human\nIn my philosophy \nIf you don\'t recognise me\nWell, it\'s simply because\nI\'ve outgrown these old clothes\nTime to move on\nFor you and I will outlive\nThe masks life gave us\nWhen this shadowplay comes\nTo a close ",1 +8928,Faust___Giggy_Smile,sad, "Giggy Smile Please me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry \nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry\nPlease me baby tease me\nAnd I love your giggy smile\nLots of naked Germans\nWhere at last we used to cry \nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down \nKill me but don\'t kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it\'s crazy I\'m so lazy\nIn the rising sun\nKill me but don\'t kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it\'s crazy I\'m so lazy\nIn the rising sun \nBetter touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down \nKill me but don\'t kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it\'s crazy I\'m so lazy\nIn the rising sun\nKill me but don\'t kill me baby\nNaked Lunch was fun\nGod it\'s crazy I\'m so lazy\nIn the rising sun\n Better touch me before you go down\nBetter touch me before you go down ",1 +9269,Fluke___Tosh,happy, "Tosh Super human fly, super sensitized\nSuper this and that, super value pack\nSuper grass for gain, super power games\nSuper secret spy, under supervised\nOn a super stage, Super market chains\nSuper tanker spill, pinpoint super kill\nSuper info fact, super computer hack\nSuper master plan, cream of superman \nSuper deluxe fit, super shuttle trip\nSuper weekend break, super move to make\nSherlock super sleuth, super channel news\nFuture super race, super heavy weight\nSuper sexy stars, superficial farce\nSuperceding all, super 4 point 4\nSuper 2 point 2, super me and you\nOn a super charge, living super fast\nSuperintendent, common super sense\nSuper data stream, super squeaky clean\nFrom the superbowl, what a supreme show\nSuper place to go, on board the super flow\nSuper highway bus, connecting them and us\nSuper tune it up, super fast enough\nSuper nova shine, super x-ray eyes\nLooking deep inside, superstitious minds \nSupertronic key, Super A.B.C\nSuper title crown, into super sound\nSuper saver fare, weston super mare\nSuper do ray me, super duper wheeze\nSupercilious, super stupid fuss\nSuper conducting thing, twenty super kings\nSure shot super sub, super unleaded plus\nFrom the super loo, less than super cool\nSuper groupie tour, lake superior\nSmoking super skunk, lost in super funk\nSuper structure flaw, discount super store\nSuper sonic boom, super rhythm groove\nSuper mario, super high and low\nOne off super smash, super black market clash\nSoft and super strong, Super imposition\nSuper annuate, Super smashing great ",0 +7426,Dope___Everything_Sucks,anger, "Everything Sucks \nIf somebody\'s askin\', I\'ve gone away\nYeah, somebody\'s packin\' and gone today\nThe summer was lovely and I enjoyed my stay\nMaybe I\'ll be back one day\nSorry to hurry, but I\'ll miss my plane\nDon\'t worry about me, I\'ll be okay\nSee ya the next time, maybe you\'ll stop by\nMaybe, well, I\'ll try, hopefully, but I guess... \n \nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us\n \nSo-and-so called me yesterday\nSo-and-so tells me that so\'s okay\nI-don\'t-know took me far away\nHopefully, I\'ll be back one day\nSo many places, so many faces\nEverything changes, and everything\'s the same\nSo many places, so many faces\nEverything changes, yeah, typical, but I guess... \n \nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us \n \nEverything sucks!\nEverything sucks! \n \nI never cared that much, yeah\nI never kept in touch, yeah\nAnd most of all, what really sucks is\nEverything and all of us",3 +959,Alphawezen___Rain,calm, "Rain Rain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts \nAnd let it rain\nLovely rain, come and wash away \nLead me astray\nTake me to a place where we remain the same \nOne more day\nTo wax and wane\nI was lost within your frequencies\nHow beautiful your song \nNow we’re older than we used to be\nIt seems like we are gone \n… \nRain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts \nAnd let it rain\nLovely rain, come and wash away \nLead me astray\nTake me to a place where we remain the same \nOne more day\nTo wax and wane \nI was lost within your frequencies\nHow beautiful your song \nNow we’re older than we used to be\nIt seems like we are gone\n … \nRain, lovely rain\nPurge my mind of sticky thoughts \nAnd let it rain\nLovely rain ",2 +8139,Eluveitie___Grey_Sublime_Archon,happy, "Grey sublime archon I raise my hand against ye, thief!\nFor we\'re accustomed to receive\nNot to give hostages\nHear these words! deeds are overt! \nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies \nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks\nGray Sublime Archon I\'ve been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day \nI raise my hand against it all\nI question now, did I fail?\nOr retain our dignity\nAnd shelter of this defilement? \nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies \nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks \nGray Sublime Archon I\'ve been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day \nA crucial congress\nAt saônes banks \nAs chaos evolves\nIn worthless lies\n Gray Sublime Archon I\'ve been called\nThrough all these years I bore up\nNow may we all stay the course\nThis day ",0 +1958,Asobi_Seksu___Goodbye,happy, "Goodbye Once I had a girlfriend\nShe made my heart just want to die\nShe just couldn\'t stay inside\nShe\'ll make you open up your eyes until you\'ve\nCried yourself a river\nThrow your hands up in the sky\nTo be by her side\nI\'ll do anything if just to make her stay\nMake her stay\nTo make her stay\nStay...count the time until you\'re mine\nWill they ever know\nWe can\'t deny the world outside just leaves us cold\nCount the time until you\'re mine\nThey\'ll never know\nOh, we\'ll compromise\nThe world outside just leaves us cold\nOnce she gave a reason\nBut the end just made me cry\nA red sunrise outside\nShe made me open up my eyes until I\nFinally looked around me\nWhen I heard her soft reply\nI can\'t pretend to try\nI\'ll do anything if just to make her stay\nMake her stay\nTo make her stay\nStay",0 +4036,Boyzone___No_Matter_What,sad, "No Matter What \nNo matter what they tell us\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they teach us\nWhat we believe is true \n \nNo matter what they call us\nHowever, they attack\nNo matter where they take us\nWe\'ll find our own way back\n \nI can\'t deny what I believe\nI can\'t be what I\'m not\nI know I\'ll love forever\nI know, no matter what \n \nIf only tears were laughter\nIf only night was day\nIf only prayers were answered\nThen we would hear God say \n \nNo matter what they tell you\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they teach you\nWhat you believe is true \n \nAnd I will keep you safe and strong\nAnd sheltered from the storm\nNo matter where it\'s barren\nA dream is being born \n \nNo matter who they follow\nNo matter where they lead\nNo matter how they judge us\nI\'ll be everything you need\n \nNo matter if the sun don\'t shine The sun don\'t shine\nOr if the skies are blue Skies are blue\nNo matter what the ending\nMy life began with you \n \nI can\'t deny what I believe What I believe\nI can\'t be what I\'m not\nI know, I know\nI know this love\'s forever\nThat\'s all that matters now\nNo matter what \n \nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me\nNo, no matter what\nNo, no matter what, that\'s all that matters to me ",1 +1305,Angela_Bofill___Break_It_To_Me_Gently,sad, "Break It To Me Gently Did you think that your smile\nCould hide what\'s on your mind?\nNo matter how I tried\nI just couldn\'t be so blind\nWe\'ve been close but people grow\nAnd they sometimes grow apart\nThere\'s just one thing I ask you\nIf you\'ve had a change of heart… \nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTry to spare my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\nI\'m not ashamed to admit\nI really hurt inside\nAfter all these are my feelings\nWhy should I make them hide?\nBut I won\'t hold you back\nThere\'ll be no pulling on your sleeve\nJust let me down easy\nAnd go softly when you leave… \nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTry to spare my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye \nYou always knew that you had my heart\nIt\'s still yours, if you wanna take it\nBut when you go, as I know you must\nBe gentle with your breaking \nCHORUS:\nAndBreak it to me gently\nIf ya have to, then tell me lies\nBreak it to me gently\nAt least leave me with my pride\nTrust me and my feelings\nIf the feelings have to die\nBreak it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\n Break it to me gently\nIf you have to say goodbye\nGoodbye, goodbye... ",1 +4977,Cat_Power___Faces,sad, "Faces Looking out across the next few days\nI can see nothing\nLooking out across the next few year\nI can see they\'re gonna go by fast\nLooking out across the next few days\nSmoke\'s gonna clear slowly\nLooking out across the next few days\nI can see they\'re gonna go by fast\nThey\'re gonna go by, lying for me\nSo I won\'t hear a thing to bat me back\nSo I\'ll notice some grave thing\nI\'m not made of successful things\nI\'m not made of successful things\nI\'m not made of success\nI\'ve got what it takes\nI\'ve got what it takes\nTo rest\nTo rest\nTo rest\nBut I\'m still around\nLooking across the faces I\'ve know\nI can see\nNothing\nLooking out across my family members\nI know they miss me\nI know they must miss me\nNever had a lot of fun\nBetter things to do around the house\nNever had a lot of fun\nBetter things to do without\nLying for me\nSo I won\'t hear a thing to bat me back\nSo I\'ll notice some grave thing\nI\'m not made of successful things",1 +4730,Camera_Obscura___Lets_Get_Out_Of_This_Country,happy, "Let’s Get Out of This Country \nLet\'s get out of this country\nI\'ll admit I\'m bored with me\nI drowned my sorrows, slept around\nWhen not in body, at least in mind\nWe\'ll find a cathedral city\nYou can convince me I am pretty, oh \n \nWe\'ll pick berries and recline\nLet\'s hit the road, friend of mine\nWave goodbye to our thankless jobs\nDrive for miles, and never turn off\nWe\'ll find a cathedral city\nYou can be handsome, I\'ll be pretty\n \nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nEveryone else thinks it\'s the bee\'s knees\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nI just can\'t see\nI just can\'t see, oh \n \nLet\'s get out of this country\nI have been so unhappy\nSmell the jasmine, my head will turn\nFeel like getting confessional\nWe\'ll find a cathedral city\nYou can convince me I am pretty \n \nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nEveryone else thinks it\'s the bee\'s knees\nWhat does the city have to offer me?\nI just can\'t see\nI just can\'t see, oh\nOh\nOh",0 +6186,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Lover_Lay_Down,happy, "Lover Lay Down Spring sweet rhythm dance in my head\nSlip into my lover\'s hands\nKiss me oh won\'t you kiss me now\nAnd sleep I would inside your mouth \nDon\'t be us too shy\nKnowing it\'s no big surprise\nThat I will wait for you\nI will wait for no one but you \nLook please lover lay down\nSpend this time with me\nTogether share this smile\nLover lay down\nWalk with me, walk with you\nHold my hand your hands\nSo much we have dreamed\nAnd you were so much younger\nHard to explain that we are stronger \nA million reasons life to deny\nLet\'s toss them away\nSee you and me we\nLay down look see\nShe and he\nBy my lover\'s side\nTogether share this smile\nEach other\'s tears to cry\nTogether share this smile\nLover lay down \nOh please\nLook please lover lay down\nOh please lover lay down\nAnd you weep\nLover lay down\nCause it\'s over\nLover lay down\nSay lover, say lover, say lover, say lover, say lover\nCould I love you\nCould you love me 4x\nDarling it\'s\nAll the same 4x\n\'Til we dance away 4x\nChasing me all around\nLeading me all around\nLeading me all around in circles 2x\nSay...See Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69",0 +4772,Candi_Staton___He_Called_Me_Baby,sad, "He Called Me Baby \nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nUsed to hold and kiss me 'til the dawn\nThen one day I awoke and he was gone\nThere\'s no more baby, baby all night long \n \nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nLord, I feel so empty since he\'s been gone\nNow I lie here and I die here until the dawn\nI miss my baby, baby, baby all night long\n \nHe called me baby, baby, baby all night long, yes, he did\nKissed my tears away when things went wrong\nWhat I\'d give, what I\'d give if he\'d come on back home\nAnd call me baby, baby, baby all night long, oh, yeah\nMmm hmm, yeah \n \nHe called me baby, baby all night long\nHeld me up so high and made me strong\nNow each night in dreams, just like a song\nI can still hear baby, baby, baby all night long \n \nI can still hear baby, baby, baby, baby\nAll night long\nI can still hear him call me baby, baby, baby, baby\nAll night long\nOh, what you do is just hold me, baby\nSqueeze me, baby, all night long\nI just wanna hear you say baby",1 +7176,Dillinger___Cocaine_In_My_Brain,happy, "Cocaine in My Brain \nHey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya\nI want you to spell for me something\nI want you to spell for me New York , man\nWhy do you want me to spell New York, man?\nI just want you to spell for me New York \nCan you do that, man?\nSure, man, I can spell New York\nWell, go ahead, man\nN-E-W-Y-O-R-K, that`s New York, man\nNo, man, you\'ve made a mistake, man\nI\'m going to teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York, man Well, go ahead, man\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York, man\nYou see, no matter where I treat my guest\nThey always like my kitchen best\n \n\'Cause I\'ve cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve cocaine running around my brain\nI want to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters\nI want you to hold me tight \'cause I\'m out of sight and I\'m dynamite\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain \n \nMan-oh-man, I\'ve gotta be on the run\nBecause I\'ve got to meet the setting sun\nI\'ve got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine\nJust running around my brain, I\'ve got cocaine \n \nHey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya\nI want you spell for me something, Jim\nI want you spell for me New York\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nKnife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nRide on, huh, ride on\nRide on, huh, ride on \n \nWhenever time I walk in the rain\nMan-oh-man, it make me feel a burning pain\nKeep on burning in my bloody brain\n \nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nNo matter where I treat my guests\nThey always like my kitchen best\nBecause I\'ve got a whole lot of cocaine\nJust running around my brain\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nA knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork\nThat\'s the way we spell New York\nRide on, ride on, ride on, ride on\nI\'ve got cocaine, cocaine\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine\nRunning around my brain \n \nI want you to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters\nI want you to hold tight \'cause I\'m out of sight and I\'m dynamite\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine running around my brain \n \nHey, Jim, Jim, just a minute\nJust a minute, just a minute\nJust a minute, just a minute\n \nCocaine, Lord, it\'s cocaine\nYeah, it\'s cocaine, I want cocaine\nLord, I want cocaine Huh\nThat\'s cocaine, and that\'s cocaine\nRunning around my brain\nRunning around my brain\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine Yeah \n \nMan-oh-man, I\'ve gotta be on the run\nBecause I\'ve got to meet that setting sun\nAnd I\'ve got a whole lot of cocaine just running around my brain\nI\'ve got cocaine, cocaine, cocaine\nCocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine2 ",0 +4350,Britney_Spears_featuring_Ying_Yang_Twins___I_Got_That_Boom_Boom,happy, "I Got That Boom Boom \nShorty\nWe goin\' to go to the club and get crunk with Britney\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nYing Yang, Ya Who? Britney \n \nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\n \nYeah\nThis is for all the southern boys out there\nBritney Spears Check this out \n \nI see you looking my way\nAnd I know that\nYou have something to say\nWatching every inch of my body\nLike you wanted to play So here we go\nBoom, boom, boy, you look so sexy\nBoom, boom, boy, you look so sexy\nI begin to dance, just a little bit\nTo turn you on Yeah, I got that \n \nI got that boom boom that you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it\'s gone\nI got that boom boom that you want\nI don\'t think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late \n \nYou had caught my eye and\nI wanted to get to know you\nDon\'t be shy, I want you to come closer\nSo what you gonna do? So here we go\nBoom boom, boy, you look so sexy So damn sexy\nBoom boom, boy, you look so sexy Tonight\n \nI got that boom boom that you want That you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it\'s gone\nI got that boom boom I got that boom boom that you want\nI don\'t think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late \n \nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she fine\nGet on the floor and shake that ass \n \nTwilly-Twilly, what? Twilly Twilly, what?\nTwilly-Twilly, shorty get on the floor shake that ass for me\nTwilly-Twilly, Twilly-Twilly, Twilly-Twilly\nShorty get on the floor shake that ass for me \n \nShe naked, she soakin\' wet\nStrip tease like an hmm, dripping sweat\nShe got a little body that I can\'t forget\nI ain\'t met a young lady that out did her yet\nBritney Spears and the Ying Yang Twins\nHuh, we done became friends\nMight as well let the party begin\nIf you with it then join on in\n \nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that ass\nShorty She think she fine\nFine enough to blow your mind\nShorty She think she bad\nGet on the floor and shake that \n \nI got that boom boom that you want\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it\'s gone\nI got that boom boom that you want I got that boom boom\nI don\'t think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late\nI got that boom boom that you want yeah\nWatching me all night long\nHurry up before it\'s gone\nI got that boom boom that you want yeah\nI don\'t think you should wait\nOne minute might be too late \n[Post-Chorus: Britney Spears]\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy Damn, you look so sexy\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy What you doing to me?\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy Damn, you\'re turning me on\nBoom boom, boy you look so sexy \n \nHey\nYup!3 ",0 +6479,Darren_Hayes___What_You_Like,happy, "What You Like I want to thank you my friend\nFor making me feel worthwhile\nSweeter than the honey of your lips\nAnd kindness in your smile\nHand in hand we float across the room\nExplosions deep inside\nCheek to cheek, there\'s clouds under my feet\nThere\'s only you and I \nPlease tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right\nLookin\' back on lonely nights\nSearching for love again\nI never knew my journey began\nAnd ended with you my friend\nSofter than your butterfly kisses\nAnd stronger than my desire\nI wanna thank you my friend\nFor making me feel alive \nPlease tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right \nI\'ll never mess it up again\nWon\'t let it slip like grains of sand\nThrough careless fingertips because\nI\'m a man who understands\nThough burned by the fire\nI can learn to feel the light again\nAnd listen I can hear your demands\nI know I can do it give me one more chance\nBaby here I am\n Please tell me what you like\nDoes that feel nice\nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of the night\nTo get it right\nPlease tell me what you like\nIf that feels nice give me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right \nGive me a sign\nIf you love it I can do it again\nWe\'ve got the rest of our lives\nTo get it right ",0 +1654,Apollo_440___Hustler_Groove,happy, "Hustler Groove It was full moon in the middle of June\nIn the summer of ‘59\nI was young and cool\nShot a bad game of pool\nAnd hustled all the chumps I could find \nThe main hustler\'s rule is don\'t blow your cool \nI partied hard\nAnd packed a mean rod\nAnd played the horses at the track\nI\'ve won at cards, against tremendous odds\nMy favorite game was black jack!\nYes, I was hound studs dream!\nA hustler supreme!\nThere wasn\'t no game that couldn\'t I couldn\'t play\nAnd if I caught a man cheatin\'\nI would give ‘em a beatin\'\nAnd I might even blow him away!\nThe main hustler\'s rule is don\'t blow your cool \nBack when I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2 \nAnd not a time flew by\nAnd it was soon July\nAnd the days grew funky and hot\nAnd me and Spoon\nWe played it cool\nAnd I taught him to shoot pool\nTill he could soon sink three in one shot\nKept him under wraps\nTill he had master shooting craps\nAnd could deal a winning hand\nWe would practice all day\nAnd at night we would play\nPoker, Tonk and Cooncan \nWhen I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2\nDon\'t blow your cool! \nBack when I was young and cool\nDancing to the hustlers groove x2\nDon\'t blow your cool!\n Now you could feel all the tension\nBuilding up at the convention\nAs the hustlers began to arrive\nMust have been 9000 or more\nThat came to the door\nThe time was 11:55 \nThere were pickpockets, dope peddlers, murderers and thieves\nCard shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves\nBank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps\nProstitutes and call girls and all kinds of nymphs\nLoan sharks, swindlers, counterfeiters and fences\nCrooked politicians spending campaign expenses\nHijackers, arsonists, bookies and the mob\nAnd anybody else who ever killed, cheated or robbed \nThe main hustlers rule is don\'t blow your cool \nIt was full moon in the middle of June\nIn the summer of ‘59\nI was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool\nAnd hustled all the chumps I could find ",0 +2344,Backstreet_Boys___Not_For_Me,happy, "Not for Me \nYeah, mmh-mm no no, no no \n[Verse 1: Brian, AJ & Nick]\nI was looking for something\nOn the crime scene\nWhere you\'re in too deep\nI found a note with his number\nIt\'s just another clue that leads to you\nI got a little suspicious\nI got a feeling that you ain\'t true to me\nI should\'ve known better\nThat to buy your lies your sweet disguise\n \nYou can fool anyone but I\'ve got eyes to see\nThat you\'re not for me, babe \n[Chorus: All, Nick, Brian & AJ]\nNo no, uh uh!\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh!\nAnd now I know what it\'s coming to\nNo no, uh uh!\n\'Cause if you think that it\'s the way that love should be\nLet me tell you it\'s not for me no no no \n \nI don\'t wanna be part of your screenplay\nJust tell me, did you rehearse on me?\nJust tell me the story\nBaby who\'s to win? Me or him?\nCaught in the middle\nAnd I\'m tired of your games of hide and seek\nI\'m getting the feeling\nThat it\'s time for me to leave \n \nYou can fool anyone but I\'ve got eyes to see eyes to see\nThat you\'re not for me, baby!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nNo no, uh uh! yeah, yeah\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh!\nAnd now I know what it\'s coming to\nNo no, uh uh!\n\'Cause if you think that it\'s the way that love should be\nLet me tell you it\'s not for me \n[Interlude: Brian, AJ & All]\nYeah, yeah!\nI said no no! no way\nNo no, no no \n \nI had enough of your talk, your games\nAnd they won\'t go away won\'t go away\nJustify my reasons to say say, reasons to say! \n[Chorus: All, AJ, Brian & Nick]\nNo no, uh uh! uh uh, yeah yeah\nLet me hear you say no no uh uh!\nNo no\nLet me tell you it\'s not for me\nI said no no, uh uh!\n\'Cause if you think that it\'s the way that love should be\nWell let me tell you it\'s not for me!\nNo no, uh uh!\nThings will never be the same again with you\nNo no, uh uh! yeah\nAnd now I know what it\'s coming to\nNo no, uh uh! mmh, mmh\n\'Cause if you think that it\'s the way that love should be\nWell let me tell you it\'s not for me! ",0 +2600,Beatsteaks___Whats_Coming_Over_You,sad, "What’s Coming Over You \nDon\'t let go\nI go down with you\nDon\'t let go \n \nYou offer and feature\nLet anyone see you\nNow this what i\'ll do\nTo charm and please you\nSo how can you stumble?\nLet anyone run you\nWhatever will come true\nWhat will be will be\n \nWhy don\'t you take your time\nTo be the next one in line\nDon\'t let go\nDon\'t let anyone know \n \nWhat\'s coming over you, oh\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat\'s coming over you\nComing over you \n \nYou\'re nervous by nature\nAnd just sitting next to\nA love and a statue\nTo look and live up to\nSo how can you stumble?\nLet anyone run you\nWhatever will come true\nWhat will be will be \n \nWhy don\'t you take your time\nTo be the next one in line\nDon\'t let go\nDon\'t let anyone know\n \nWhat\'s coming over you, oh\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat\'s coming over you\nComing over you \n \nAh\nSo don\'t let go\nI go down with you\nDon\'t let anyone know\nWhat\'s coming over you \n \n \nYeah\nComing over you\nComing over you\nComing over you\nComing over you\nWhat\'s coming over you\nComing over you\nComing over you ",1 +50,A_Fine_Frenzy___What_I_Wouldnt_Do,happy, "What I Wouldn’t Do If we were children, I would bake you a mud pie\nWarm and brown beneath the sun\nNever learned to climb a tree, but I would try\nJust to show you what I\'d done \nOh what I wouldn\'t do\nIf I had you, babe, I had you\nOh what I wouldn\'t do\nIf I had you, babe \nIf I were old, my dearest, you would be older\nBut I would crawl upon your lap\nWrap a blanket ‘round our frail little shoulders\nAnd I\'d die happily like that\nOh what I wouldn\'t do\nIf I had you, babe, I had you\nOh what I wouldn\'t do\nIf I had you, babe, if I had you \nSo lace your hands ‘round the small of my back\nAnd I will kiss you like a king\nI will be your bride, I\'ll keep you warm at night\nI will sing, I will sing \nIt was now and we were both in the same place\nDidn\'t know how to say the words\nWith my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage\nI left before someone got hurt \nCause it was what I wouldn\'t do\nI had you, babe, I had you\nIt was what I wouldn\'t do\nWhen I had you, babe, when I had you",0 +3628,Blue_October___Chameleon_Boy,sad, "Chameleon Boy \nI changed my color for you\nI shed my coat with caution\nI lack the beauty you display\nSee here, there are the bruises\nAnd some were self-inflicted\nAnd some showed up along the way\nSo I nod my head\nI\'m ready for the world to see\nThe secret I kept here\nInside the man you thought I\'d be\nSlip into coma calm\nThe coma where I calm myself down\nHere comes excuses why I let you down\n \nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn\'t become?\nChameleon boy\nChameleon boy \n \nSo now we\'ve come upon\nThe hardest thing I\'ve ever done\nIt\'s telling you that I\'m a mess\nWhat sort of mess, I mean\nIs self-destructive gasoline\nThe kind that strips you of your best\nAnd while I play instead\nThe way that most would end up dead\nYou sleep alone at home\nAnd wish that I was in our bed\nWith this, I\'m telling you\nMy color changes back to blue\nHow do I ask you this\nWill you help me through? \n \nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn\'t become?\nStand by for another breakdown\nSound off the alarm\nIs this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn\'t become?\nChameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nI try to think of all the people I looked up to\nOr growing up, who would I be?\nNow the twisted part\nWhere did all my idols end up?\nThey\'ve all passed away\nPassed away \n \nStand by, it\'s the chameleon boy\nStand by, it\'s the chameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nI\'m the chameleon boy\nChameleon boy\nI\'m the chameleon boy ",1 +8904,Fatboy_Slim___Everybody_needs_a_303,happy, "Everybody Needs a 303 Check this out \nCheck this out \nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love \nCheck this out \nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nCheck this out \nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love \nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs loveSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 ",0 +3898,Boney_M___No_Woman_No_Cry,happy, "No Woman No Cry No woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nCause I remember when we used to sit\nIn a government yard in trenchtown\nObserving the hypocrites\nMingle with the good people we meet\nGood friends we have, now\nGood friends we have lost\nAlong the way\nIn this great future\nYou can\'t forget your past\nSo dry your tears, I say\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darling, don\'t shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\nCause I remember when we used to sit\nIn the government yard in trenchtown\nWhen Georgie would make the fire lights\nI say, log would burnin\' through the nights\nThen we would cook cornmeal porridge\nOf which I\'ll share with you\nMy feet is my only carriage\nSo I\'ve got to push on thru\nAnd while I\'m gone\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright now\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nEverything 's gonna be alright now\nEverything 's gonna be alright\nNo woman no cry \nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darlin\' don\'t shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\nOh little darlin\' don\'t shed no tears\nNo woman no cry\n Said I re, said I re, Said I remember\nNo woman no cry \nYou and I and you and I and you and I\nNo woman no cry \nCause I remember when we used to sit there\nNo woman no cry\nIn a government yard \nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry \nNo woman no cry you sweet darling\nNo woman no cry \nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry\nNo woman no cry, yeah\nNo woman no cry \nNo woman no cry ",0 +8200,Emery___World_Away,anger, "World Away \nYou want to see me disappear\nWell, it starts here\nI\'m trying my best\nNot to say what you don\'t want to hear\nBut it\'s all right\nYou can cover your, cover your ears \n \nFace my fears\nJust once a year\nThe feeling I get\nWhen I want to return everything\nThat\'s in my life\nI\'ll be busting at the seams\n \nIt\'s a gamble either way\nIf you play your cards\nIt\'s another tidal wave\nI\'ll be waiting with my eyes closed \n \nNo, I don\'t want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWe\'re just a world away from where\nI can feel like I\'ve never felt before\nSo lock the door \n \nYou want to see me disappear\nWell, it starts here\nTrying my best\nJust to say what you don\'t want to hear\nBut it\'s all right\nYou can cover your, cover your ears \n \nIt\'s a gamble either way\nIf you play your cards\nIt\'s another tidal wave\nI\'ll be waiting with my eyes closed\n \nNo, I don\'t want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWas just a world away from where\nI can feel like I\'ve never felt before\nSo lock the door\nYou\'re the one who told me\nTo pack up all my things\nAnd leave in the morning\nIt\'s just a world away from here\nAnd I will never bother you no more\nAnd that\'s for sure \n \nTake me alive you\'ll never, you\'ll never\nTake me alive you\'ll never, you\'ll never\nTake me alive you\'ll never, you\'ll never\nTake me alive \n \nNo, I don\'t want to be\nThe one who lives a lie\nBut never knew it\nWas just a world away from where\nI can feel like I\'ve never felt before\nSo lock the door\nYou\'re the one who told me\nTo pack up all my things\nAnd leave in the morning\nIt\'s just a world away from here\nAnd I will never bother you no more\nAnd that\'s for sure ",3 +4390,Bronski_Beat___Why,happy, "Why? \nTell me why\nTell me why \n \nContempt in your eyes when I turn to kiss his lips\nBroken I lie, all my feelings denied, blood on your fist \n \nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\n \nOoh! \n \nYou in your false securities tear up my life, condemning me\nName me an illness, call me a sin, never feel guilty, never give in \n \nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nTell me why?\nYeah! \n \nAah! \n \nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\nYou and me together, fighting for our love\n \nOoh! \n \nContempt in your eyes when I turn to kiss his lips\nBroken I lie, all my feelings denied, blood on your fist \n \nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why?\nCan you tell me why? ",0 +9082,Finley_Quaye___Sweet_And_Loving_Man,calm, "Sweet And Loving Man You got to make it on your own\nYou\'re so alone\nYou got to make it on your own\nYou\'re so alone \nMercy lord I beg you since\nI have become a man\nWon\'t you understand\nI\'m a sweet and loving man \nIf you is so rude\nIn a mellow way\nThen that\'s ok\nIf it\'s so bad\nLookin\' for the steel\nThen you know you got to feel\nThen you know you got to feel\nAs I would rock it to you baby\nMercy lord I beg you since\nI have become a man\nWon\'t you understand\nI\'m a sweet and loving man X2 \nIf it\'s life that you\'re loving\nThere ain\'t nothing more to do\nIf it\'s life that you\'re loving\nThere ain\'t nothing more to do \nIf there is a place for everyone\nIn your art\nThen you would never get a better start \nIf there is a place for everyone\nIn your heart\nThen you would never get a better start \nMercy you understand\nI\'m a sweet and loving man",2 +6812,Death_In_Vegas___Help_Yourself,happy, "Help Yourself You can\'t change without someone\'s shadow\nCause then it\'s gone when you still shine\nYou can\'t change to solve somebody\'s name\nDon\'t blink until you\'re made \nWhen all you\'re still, you broke all in Hell\nAnd you don\'t need what you could steal\nI\'m feeling like something I don\'t know that\'s wrong\nAnd I know the sad in my heart \nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself when you don\'t need it\nHelp yourself\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself with what you need, yeah\nHelp yourself out\nHelp yourself when you don\'t need it\nHelp yourself 2 ",0 +5497,City_And_Colour___Sensible_Heart,sad, "Sensible Heart I get so distracted\nBy some people\'s reactions\nThat I don\'t see my own faults\nFor what they are\nFor what they are\nAt times so self destructive\nWith no intent or motive\nBut behind this emotion\nA sensible heart\nA sensible heart\nSee, I\'m no king, I wear no crown\nDesperate times, they seem over now\nBut still I weaken, some how\nAnd it tears me apart\nIt tears me apart\nBut I hope to learn as time goes by\nThat I should trust what\'s deep inside\nBurning bright, oh burning bright:\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heart\nMy sensible heartSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 5 ",1 +3136,Billy_Joe_Royal___Cherry_Hill_Park,happy, "Cherry Hill Park \nMary Hill used to hang out in Cherry Hill Park\nThe game she played lasted all day \'til way after dark\nAll the girls they criticized her\nBut all the guys just idolized her\n\'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park \n \nMary Hill loved to ride on the merry-go-round\nAll the guys got eager eyes watchin\' Mary go \'round\nIn the daytime Mary Hill was a teaser\nCome the night she was such a pleaser\nOh, Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park\n \nOh, Mary Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park\nPlayin\' games with everyone \'til way after dark\nCherry Hill Park, Cherry Hill Park \n \nAnd then one day, Mary Hill, she married away\nA man with money said, Come on honey , and she said, OK \nShe went away to play a one-man game\nAnd since that day it ain\'t been the same\n\'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark\nDown in Cherry Hill Park \n \nAh, Mary Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park\nPlayin\' games with everyone \'til way after dark\nIn Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park \n \nIn Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park\nWhoa, Cherry Hill Park, yeah Cherry Hill Park\nTalkin\' \'bout Cherry Hill Park Cherry Hill Park ",0 +7013,Devin_Townsend___Nobodys_here,sad, "Nobody’s Here Hello, it\'s good to see you here\nCome in, can I offer you a beer?\nAnd they say this what it\'s like forever\n...Roll this up, it\'s deadly... \nTo feel, feel like there\'s nobody here\n...Feel like there\'s no more fear\nI wanna feel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there\'s nobody here... \nTo live, and lock yourself away\nRelax, it doesn\'t matter anyway\nCause it\'s all a lie it\'s true\nI think, I guess, I know, I think, I know...\nFuck off... \nWhy can\'t I remember? \nI feel, feel like there\'s nobody here\n...Feel like there\'s no more fear\nI wanna feel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there\'s nobody here... \nHeroes, they take my breath away\nZero the dials\nSee how the breakdown breaks ground\nAnd zeros the miles \nI feel, feel like there\'s nobody here\n...Feel like there\'s no more fear\nFeel like this for a year...\n...Feel like there\'s nobody here... \nI feel, feel like there\'s nobody here... 1 ",1 +2844,Ben_Kweller___Lollipop,happy, "Lollipop 2x\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli loli lollipop! \nCall my baby lollipop\nTell you why\nHer kiss is sweeter than an apple pie\nAnd when she does her shaky rockin\' dance\nMan, I haven\'t got a chance\nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli\nLollipop! \nSweeter than candy on a stick\nHuckleberry, cherry or lime\nIf you had a choice\nShe\'d be your pick\nBut lollipop is mine oh \nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli\nLollipop! \nCrazy way she thrills me\nTell you why\nJust like a lightning from the sky\nShe loves to kiss me till I can\'t see straight\nGee, my lollipop is great \nI call her...\nLollipop lollipop\nOh lolli lolli lolli\nLollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli 1 ",0 +2411,Badly_Drawn_Boy___What_Is_It_Now,happy, "What Is It Now? So now that life will never be the same\nWe\'ve got to face the thought of loneliness again\nTry and get inside your lover\'s brain\nDragging old romance from dirty ditch and then \nSo what is it now that it can\'t be made to feel right?\nDon\'t answer now\nI know somehow we\'ll be alright \nLevel out and help us find a place\nYou\'ve got to see the sights from somewhere else again\nYeah\nThe modern innocents have changed the pace\nThey\'ve got to know it\'s all been answered incidentally\nSo what is it now that it can\'t be made to feel right?\nDon\'t answer now\nI know somehow we\'ll be alright \nSo now that life will never be the same\nWe\'ve got to face the thought of loneliness again\nYou know we\'ll be alright... \nSo what is it now that it can\'t be made to feel right?\nDon\'t answer now\nI know somehow we\'ll be alright \nYeah what is it now that it can\'t be made to feel right?\nDon\'t answer now\nI know somehow we\'ll be alright \nWell now that life will never be the same\nWe\'ve got to face the thought of loneliness again",0 +5930,Cradle_Of_Filth___Lustmord_And_Wargasm,sad, "Lustmord And Wargasm An Archangel in bondage be diademed, souled\nWith a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold\nAbandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past\nCast her dispersions on life\'s brittle glass \nAnd though her eyes still held fire\nAs stonewalls caged the beast \'gainst the lassitudes of death\nShe fought but fell to greet\nMidst lies in collusion, she was martyred to teach that\n Divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet \nBut I swore that they would\nBefore the veil could part our embrace\nTwixt her cold silent hips, I kissed\nAnd promised Christendom in flames \nGravid with madness like a feculent dirge\nThat obsesses the heart, I am convened by words\nTo avenge her ebon splendor and surrender \nMy soul to the dead to achieve\nProphecies of libidinous scourge\nHorripilation braying her carious herds \nVexing nightmares and their weak prayers\nTo a no one there to hinder her decree\nTo weed the world of their disease \nAs shadows unblind mine eyes to see\nThe meat that is their congregation \nHow they plead to the skies?\nBut this is mere foreplay to war \nScar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal\nVestal daughters giving throat to the priest\nA psychophant, the despoiler of faith\nNow his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese\n For her interred I tore a battle banner from his hide\nSplashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and decide\nSo came the night its obsidian light \nIs a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines\nAnd under black skirts that whisper of delight\nDark seeds near fruition, darked deeds to marry mine \n In death\'s bed I have lain\nPaying lip-service to shame\nBut for dreaming of thee\nI regain a reason to seek life again \nThen we smite the divine\nFor our true nature is sin\nTo strip tender flesh from these swine\nLike the lick of carnivorous winds \nThe breath of the storm that begins\nBy forcing its Herod tongue in\nThe womb of the Holy Virgin\nTo taste of immaculate sin \nFrom temptation\'s peak we will see the world unfurled at last\nNow the wolves of time who stalk mankind\nShall be as one in grim repast\nCommemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap\nA scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep\nA crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep\nAnd lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a \nAnd we shall dance amid the ruin, as Adam and Evil\nDizzy at the falling stars, that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval \nIf all must we damn for this moment then it shall be so\nFor our souls have crossed oceans of time\nTo clasp one another more tightly, than death could alone \nAs Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl\nThe talons of lust rake a clarion call\nTo the lick of carnivorous winds\nTo the lick of carnivorous winds \nGravid with madness like a feculent dirge\nThat obsesses the heart, I am convened by words\nTo avenge her ebon splendor and surrender \nMy soul to the dead to achieve\nProphecies of libidinous scourge\nHorripilation braying her carious herds \nVexing nightmares and their weak prayers\nTo a no one there to hinder her decree\nTo weed the world of their disease \nAs shadows unblind mine eyes to see\nThe meat that is their congregation\n go again\n ",1 +308,Ace_of_Base___Edge_Of_Heaven,happy, "Edge of Heaven \nFire\nI can see it burning so brightly\nFire\nI can feel it calling out to me \n \nAnd as the sun goes down\nIt starts to paint a picture\nOf an ancient town\nSo far away, across the endless sea, oh\n \nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe\'ll be touching the edge of heaven \n \nTime\nClose your eyes, see dreams of tomorrow\nTime\nThe wheels are turning 'till eternity \n \nAnd as the darkness comes\nI start to see a picture\nOf a lonely man\nSo clearly now, reaching out for me, oh \n \nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe\'ll be touching the edge of heaven\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nAnd sail the endless sea\nSo lead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nWe\'ll be touching the edge of heaven\n \n \nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nThe edge of heaven is here\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe\'ll sail the endless sea\nLead me to the light\nAnd take me to the edge of heaven\nThe edge of heaven is here\nI am standing in the night\nLooking for the edge of heaven\nWe\'ll sail the endless sea ",0 +714,Alice_DJ___Fairytales,sad, "Fairytales Divine...fantasy...like a dream...never ends...\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart \nDivine...fantasy...like a dream...never ends...\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart\nFairytales are in my head, and in my head they start\nTo tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart ",1 +3588,Bloodbath___Eaten,anger, "Eaten \nI have one desire since I was born\nTo see my body ripped and torn\nTo see my flesh devoured before my eyes\nOnly for you I volunteer as a human sacrifice \n \nCarve me up, slice me apart\nSuck my guts and lick my heart\nChop me up, I like to be hurt\nDrink my marrow and blood for dessert\n \nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live, the more I\'m dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten \n \n \nI finally found you, my personal slaughter\nAs an appetizer, I\'ll let you taste my daughter\nCall me sick, but this is what I need\nMy only purpose here is for you to feed \n \nCarve me up, slice me apart\nSuck my guts and lick my heart\nChop me up, I like to be hurt\nDrink my marrow and blood for dessert \n \nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live the more I\'m dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\n \n \nDesecrate me\nTear me limb from limb\nEviscerate me\nChew me to death! \n \nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten\nThe longer I live the more I\'m dying to feel the pain\nEaten\nI would do anything to be\nEaten\nMy one desire, my only wish is to be\nEaten6 ",3 +4761,Camera_Obscura___Shine_Like_A_New_Pin,sad, "Shine Like a New Pin Girl with a thick skin made you shine like a new pin\nWhy smother urges, which belong under dresses?\nDo you wish that you could only start again\nLearn to live and be pedestrian?\nIf all your wishes in the world come true\nYou\'d be as good as new \nWhat can I say that will make them jump to my defence?\nI value honesty, I could never pretend\nCrest fallen boys are boring\nI don\'t know which way I\'m going anymore\nI can\'t be sure\nGirl with a thick skin made you shine",1 +6982,Devendra_Banhart___My_Dearest_Friend,sad, "My Dearest Friend I\'m gonna die of loneliness I know\nI\'m gonna die of loneliness for sure\nI\'m gonna die of loneliness I know\nI\'m gonna die of loneliness for sure\nMy dearest friend you\'ll soon begin\nTo love again, to love again",1 +2207,Avril_Lavigne___My_Happy_Ending,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsMy Happy Ending \nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh \n \nLet\'s talk this over\nIt\'s not like we\'re dead\nWas it something I did?\nWas it something you said?\nDon\'t leave me hangin\'\nIn a city so dead\nHeld up so high\nOn such a breakable thread Breakable thread\n \nYou were all the things I thought I knew\nAnd I thought we could be \n \nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending \n \nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh \n \nYou\'ve got your dumb friends\nI know what they say I know what they say\nThey tell you I\'m difficult\nBut so are they But so are they\nBut they don\'t know me\nDo they even know you? Even know you\nAll the things you hide from me\nAll the shit that you do All the shit that you do\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nYou were all the things I thought I knew\nAnd I thought we could be \n \nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending \n \nIt\'s nice to know that you were there\nThanks for acting like you care\nAnd making me feel like I was the only one\nIt\'s nice to know we had it all\nThanks for watching as I fall\nAnd letting me know we were done \n \nHe was everything, everything\nThat I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending\n \nYou were everything, everything\nThat I wanted That I wanted\nWe were meant to be, supposed to be\nBut we lost it We lost it\nAnd all of our memories so close to me\nJust fade away\nAll this time, you were pretending\nSo much for my happy ending \n \nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh So much for my happy ending\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh23 ",0 +5339,Chris_Garneau___Saturday,sad, "Saturday All the time in the world\nIs lying right beside me\nBut time does stop sometimes\nAnd back home, snow used to surprise me \nIt\'s all two years ahead of me now\nWell, that\'s a lot of drinking\nYou say I won\'t miss you, but I do\nIt\'s a lot of never thinking \nIf I don\'t black out\nI\'ll keep you inside me\nI can\'t promise you anything\nHow long can a Saturday\nKeep meaning all the same things\nI love all the things I said I love\nBut forget why I\'m still standing \nAll the time in the world\nIs lying right beside me\nIf time does stop sometimes\nLet\'s try to spend it sleeping \nIf I don\'t black out\nI\'ll keep you inside me\nI can\'t promise you anything \nI know, yeah, I\'m slow\nI sleep the best in cold\nDreams aren\'t what they used to be",1 +2669,Beherit___Intro,sad, "Intro Tireheb Satan represents man as just the another animal, sometimes better more often worse than those who walk on all fours, who because of his divine spiritual and intellectual development has become the vicious animal of all..\nHAIL SATAN ",1 +7490,Dozer___Rising,anger, "Rising I see you strapping on your velvet smile behind me\nAlthough you drown in innocence...\nGo on and swallow down my breath, the one that kills\nYou\nThe sun goes down behind you eyes...\nCome back to see, it\'s always been the same shit\nClimbing right up before it falls...\nCome back to see, it\'s always been the same deal\nI cannot wait to see you fall... \nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won\'t give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won\'t give up before your done...\nI see just lies behind the truth you think you tell\nMe\nUnder your breath there flows a smile...\nFor quite a while the darkness spread it was amazing\nAnd getting better all the time...\nCome back in greed, I bet you want the same shit\nIt\'s climbing up right as we speak...\nCome back I said, I think you\'ll get the same deal\nI kick you down to see you fall... \nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won\'t give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won\'t give up before your done... \nRising - You knock me off my feet again, yeah\nI won\'t give up until your off...\nRising - You knocked me off my feet today, yeah\nI won\'t give up before your done...\nI won\'t give up before your done...\nI won\'t give up before your done...",3 +6927,Desmond_Dekker___007,calm, "007 0-0-7\n0-0-7\nAt ocean eleven\nAnd now rudeboys have a goil\n\'Cause them out of jail\nRudeboys cannot fail\n\'Cause them must get bail \nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem rudeboys get a probation\nA Shanty Town\nAnd rudeboy bomb up the town\nA Shanty Town\n0-0-7\n0-0-7\nAt ocean eleven\nAnd the rudeboys a go wail\n\'Cause them out of jail\nRudeboys cannot fail\n\'Cause them must get bail \nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail\nA Shanty Town\nDem rudeboys get a probation\nA Shanty Town\nAnd rudeboy bomb up the town\nA Shanty Town\nPolice get taller\nA Shanty Town\nSoldier get longer\nA Shanty Town\nRudeboy a weep and a wail\nA Shanty Town",2 +2326,Backstreet_Boys___Trouble_Is,happy, "Trouble Is \nMmm-hmmm, yeah \n \nHow come you never know what you got\nUntil it’s gone?\nToo bad ‘cause I never felt so good with anyone\nHow fooled was I\nInto thinking I was gonna be alright\nOkay, fine\n \nSo everyday I try\nA little harder to forget her\nLie here convince myself\nTomorrow will be better \n \nThe trouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night\nWho\'s gonna save me\nNow she\'s gone? yeah\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories\nAnd now I know what it is\nLove is what the trouble is\nLove is what the trouble is \n \nHow come she said, you never wear your heart \nWhere I can see\nToo bad, \'cause now I\'m the one who\'s sorry\nHow stupid was I\nInto thinking I was gonna be alright\nOkay, fine \n \nSo everyday I find\nA little something to remind me\nNo matter how I try\nI can\'t put the past behind me\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nThe trouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night\nWho\'s gonna save me\nNow she\'s gone? she\'s gone, oh\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories\nAnd now I know what it is \n \nLove has left me lonely\nI\'m alright, I\'m okay\nI\'ll be fine, give it time \n[Chorus: All, Nick, Howie & AJ]\nBut the only\nTrouble is I can\'t get her out of my mind\nWhen I close my eyes at night oh-no, no-no\nWho\'s gonna save me oh-oh-oh\nNow she\'s gone? oh, she\'s gone\nThe trouble is there\'s a part of me\nThat still can\'t let go of the memories I just can\'t\nAnd now I know what it is yes I do\nNow I know And now I know what it is\n\'Cause love is what the trouble is\n \nThe trouble, love\nLove is what the trouble is\nHey-hey ",0 +3703,Blur___London_Loves,happy, "London Loves \nA malady has taken him over\nCoughing tar in his Japanese motor\nThe lights are magic and he feels lucky\nAnd he\'s got money, shoots like an arrow, oh \n \nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car\nLondon loves the misery of a speeding heart \n \nIt\'s love you like and everyone\'s at it\nAnd words are cheap when the mind is elastic\nHe loves the violence, keeps ticking over\nSo sleep together before today is sold forever\n \nLondon loves the way people just fall apart\nLondon loves the way you just don\'t stand a chance\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car \n \nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh \n \nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding car\nLondon loves the mystery of a speeding heart\nLondon loves the mystery\nHey, hey London loves the way people just fall apart\nLondon loves the way we just don\'t stand a chance\nLondon loves a speeding heart \n 3 ",0 +5288,Choir_of_Young_Believers___Hollow_Talk,calm, "Hollow Talk \nEchoes start as a cross in you\nTrembling noises that come too soon\nSpatial movement which seems to you\nResonating your mask or feud\nHollow talking and a hollow girl\nForce it up from the root of pain \n \nNever said it was good\nNever said it was near\nShadow rises and you are here\n \nAnd then you cut\nYou cut it out\nAnd everything\nGoes back to the beginning \n \nSilence seizes a clouded room\nLight is shed not a breath too soon\nDarkness rises in all you do\nStanding and drawn out across the room\nSpatial movements are butterflies\nShadows scatter without a fire \n \nThere\'s never been bad\nThere has always been truth\nMuted whisper the things she\'ll move \n \nAnd then you cut\nYou cut it out\nAnd everything\nGoes back to the beginning \n \nNever said it was good\nNever said it was near\nMuted whisper the things you\'ll feel 1 ",2 +6602,David_Essex___Hold_Me_Close,happy, "Hold Me Close Hold, me close don\'t let me go, oh no\nI, yes I love you and I think that you know\nDo ya know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud\'s got a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close don\'t let me go \nHold, me close don\'t let me go, oh no\nYou and me, yes our love it will stoppa the show\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining clearly\nIts so good to have a yer, near me\nSo hold, me close don\'t let me go\nAnd if that road gets weary\nOh I love you\nWaiting here if you need me\nCoz I love the things that you do \nSo hold, me close don\'t let me go, oh no\nYou see I, yes I love you and I think that you know\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud\'s got a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close don\'t let me go \nAnd if that road gets tougher\nOh I love you\nNo I\'ll never let you suffer\nCoz I love the things that you do \nSo hold me close don\'t let me go, oh no\nYou and me, yes our love it will grow and grow\nDo you know\nWith your love light shining\nEvery cloud\'s has a silver, lining\nSo hold, me close\nHold, me closer \nHold me close, don\'t let, me, Go\n Hold me close\nCloser girl\nHold me close\nCloser yeah ",0 +2723,Belle__Sebastian___Seeing_Other_People,happy, "Seeing Other People \nWe lay on the bed there, kissing just for practice\nCould we please be objective?\n\'Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us\nA hand over my mouth, a hand over the window\nWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle\nThen we should be okay and we won\'t get in a muddle\nWe\'re seeing other people\nAt least that\'s what we say we are doing \n \nSo how are you feeling?\nI don\'t think you can be dealing with the situation very well\nYou take a lover for a dirty weekend, that\'s okay\nWhen it\'s over you are looking at the working week\nThrough the eyes of a gigolo\n \nYou\'re kissing your elbow, you\'re kissing your reflection\nAnd you can\'t understand why all the other boys are going for the\nNew, tall, elegant rich kids\nYou can bet it is a bitch, kid\nBut if they don\'t see the quality then it is apparent that\nYou\'re going to have to change or you\'re going to have to go with girls\nYou\'d be better off, at least they know where to put it \n \nWe lay on the bed there, kissing just for practice\nCould we please be objective?\n\'Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us\nA hand over my mouth, a hand over the window\nWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle\nThen we should be okay and we won\'t get in a muddle\nWe\'re seeing other people\nAt least that\'s what we say we are doing \n \nSeeing other people\nAt least that\'s what we say we are doing\nSeeing other people\nAt least that\'s what we say we are doingSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 3 ",0 +566,Airliner___Everthing_Thats_You,sad, "Everything That’s You I meant to call you tonight \nBut I \nEnded up just like them \nThe people I despise \nThe people \nWho never make a difference\nAnd never get anything done \nI\'ve never told you enough times \nOf how \nPride got in the way \nFor all the gratitude \nI feel \nFor everything that\'s you \nEverything that\'s you \nI meant to call you tonight \nBut I \nEnded up just like them \nThe people I despise \nThe people\n Who never make a difference \nAnd never get anything done ",1 +5176,Charon___Deepest_Scar,sad, "Deepest Scar My deepest scar is where they all see my despair\nEverything I build for you collapses to soon\nAnd I saw who you are\nWhy I\'m falling, falling in grace \nEverything I had from life were scars made by myself\nEverything I made were lies 'cause I can\'t love myself\nEverything is haunting me\nEverything is everything and\nDying wish through razor\'s kiss\n\'cause I can\'t love myself\nOh, this weights on me\nI\'ll leave you to find what I was before\nFrom bedroom floor I\'ll leave like this ride is the last that I get for\nAnd I saw how it came",1 +4703,Calexico___Bloodflow,sad, "Bloodflow Her eyes are closed now\nThat final breath is near\nShe lets go of my hand\nAnd I fall into\nA sea of tears \nIn search for the trail\nThat we were both riding\nLost sometime ago\nNow I\'m stranded on the mountain\'s edge\nAnd there\'s only one way back\nDown and down I go\nInto the ground where the bad seeds are sown\nAnd take route and pull me further in \nLong and long and longer it takes\nGood luck\'s gone and there\'s no more breaks\nJust the ground beneath\nThat shakes and gives way \nSwallowed up home\nThere ain\'t much now I can pull\nNo stuntman surprises\nOr Houdini-like disguises\nFor death defying escape \nAvoid the tap on the shoulder\nFrom that one with a long black cape \nJust to see those eyes of her shine\nIs worth any sum or length of time\nThat would fill that space where her love once flowed \nBut the more I resist\nThe further and further I drift\nGet swept out in the riptide\nWhere a part of me wants\nTo lie 'neath the ways of sorrow and tears\nSink to the bottom and linger there the rest of my years\n Walk among the mild sea of bones\nOf my fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers\nFeel their blood flowing away\nSend the soul it\'s way ",1 +1110,Amos_Lee___Seen_It_All_Before,calm, "Seen It All Before Go ahead baby\nRun away again\nGrowing tired of chasing you\nI know you only have time\nTo love me\nYou\'ve got nothing better to do \nWho\'s bold enough to believe?\nEven love or war..\nBoth just leave you busted\nAnd broken down\nWanting more..\nBaby, i\'ve seen it all before\nKnow that i\'ve seen it all before\nKnow that i\'ve seen it all before\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool any more \nI can hear my heart pounding\nOh but i can\'t decide\nStuck between the depths of my fears\nAnd peaks of my pride \nBaby, i\'ve seen it all before\nKnow that i\'ve seen it all before\nYou know that i\'ve seen it all before\nAnd I ain\'t gonna be your fool any more \nSeen your tricks\nAnd i\'ve seen your traitors\nI\'ve seen your evil ways\nI\'ve seen everything\nYour twisted smile\nConveying \nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nI ain\'t gonna be your fool baby\nAnymore..",2 +5388,Christina_Aguilera___The_Right_Man,happy, "The Right Man \nSo many years have gone by\nAlways strong, tried not to cry\nNever felt like I needed any man\nTo comfort me in life\nBut I\'m all made up today\nA veil upon my face\nBut no father stands beside me\nTo give this bride away \n \nWell, I\'m standing in the chapel\nWearing my white dress\nI have waited for this moment\nWith tears of happiness\nHere I leave behind my past\nBy taking the chance\nI\'ve finally found the right man\n \nThoughts racing fast through my mind\nAs I\'m gazing down the aisle\nThat my future will mend the memories\nTorn between father and child\nMy emotions overload\n\'Cause there is no hand to hold\nThere\'s no shoulder here to lean on\nI\'m walking all on my own\nHere I go \n \nNow I\'m standing at four corners\nTo have and to hold\nNow my love, you stand beside me\nTo walk life\'s winding road\nAnd I owe it all to you\nFor taking that chance\nYou\'ve shown me there\'s a right man\n\'Cause I never knew a right man\nWell, I\'m standing in the chapel\nReady to confess\nThat I\'ve waited for this moment\nWith tears of happiness\nNow I leave behind my past\nBy taking a chance\nOh, I\'m standing at four corners\nTo have and to hold\nNow my love, you stand beside me\nTo walk life\'s winding road\nAnd I owe it all to you\nFor taking a chance\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nAnd one day my little girl\nWill reach out her hand\nShe\'ll know I found the right man2 ",0 +2800,Ben_Folds_Five___Sports__Wine,happy, "Sports & Wine \nDestiny was calling\nMonday afternoon\nWednesday, you\'ll be crawling\nAnd you\'ll pray to be there soon\nWith sports and wine \n \nYeah\nSports and wine\nNo, no\n \nSome men never grew up\nFortunate like you\nSome men never found out\nWhat it takes to be a dude\nThat\'s sports and wine \n \nYeah\nSports and wine\nNo, no, no \n \nThe girls don\'t understand it\nWhat you think is art\nMy, oh, my, we\'re all impressed\nHow sensitive you are\nEverybody\'s talkin\' about you now\nYou know it\'s true\n\'Cause it always has been sports and wine for you \n \nSo you ask me how I think I know\nJust what makes you tick\nI know what I know y\'know\nI know you make me sick\nSports and wine do, do-do, do-do-do, do\nSports and wine do, do-do, do-do-do, do\n \nThe girls don\'t understand it\nAnything you say\nAnd I don\'t understand it either\nGuess that makes me gay\nEverybody\'s talking 'bout you now\nYou know it\'s true\nNo, no, no! ",0 +3044,Bikini_Kill___Suck_My_Left_One,anger, "Suck My Left One [Intro: Kathleen Hanna & Unknown]\nSuck my left one, take one\nSuck my left one! \n \nSister, sister, where did we go wrong?\nTell me what the fuck we\'re doing here\nWhy are all the boys acting strange?\nWe\'ve got to show them we\'re worse than queer, 1, 2, 3, 4 \n \nSuck my left one\nSuck my left one\n \nDaddy comes into her room at night\nHe\'s got more than talking on his mind\nMy sister pulls the covers down\nShe reaches over, flicks on the light, she says to him \n \n Suck my left one \n Suck my left one \n \nMama says, You\'ve got to be polite, girl \n You\'ve got to be polite, girl \n Show a little respect for your father \n Wait until your father gets home \n \nFine, fine, fine, fine\nFine, fine, fine, fineSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 2 ",3 +3453,Blessid_Union_Of_Souls___Hold_Her_Closer,happy, "Hold Her Closer When you see love\nAnd you don\'t know what it is\nYou might find yourself in fear\nTo show your heart\nWhen you feel it\nAnd it\'s oh so wonderful\nAnd You might find yourself\nIn fear to let it part\nIn fear to let it part \nSo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer when\nShe feels she needs a hand to hold\nSomeone who\'ll never let her go again\nAnd hold him closer when he tries\nTo hold the tears back from his eyes\nAnd Say good-bye, say good-bye\nWhen your heart decides\nThat it\'s time to let it through\nThere\'s no reason\nTo be scared to open up\nLove may be blind\nBut all of us don\'t see it\nSo just once in your life\nIf you hear the knock of love\nJust let it in \nTo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer when\nYou know it\'s time to say good-bye\nHurry back to see her smile again\nAnd hold him closer when he\'s down\nWhen his world is upside down\nTurn it around, Turn it around \nSo hold her closer when she cries\nAnd hold her closer whe\nShe feels she needs a hand to hold\nSomeone who\'ll never let her go again\nHold her closer when she\'s down\nWhen the world is upside down\nTurn it around, and hold her close",0 +2090,Au_Pairs___Headache_For_Michelle,calm, "Headache for Michelle Got a bad taste in my mouth, I\'ve got a\nHeavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy headache\nWon\'t go away \nI can\'t remember much about last night\nBut I\'m trying to regain a little self-control\nToday \nI got out of my head\nI got out of my head\nI got out of my head\nI got out...\nLast night\nThey are coming\nAmongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst, amongst\nAnd in-between us \nThey\'re tapping our phones\nTapping our phones\nTapping our phones\nYou can be sure that\nThey\'ve seen us \nAre you working\nAre you working\nAre you working\nAre you working for\nOr with the state \nThey\'re selling you smack at a\nSlightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly\nCheaper rate \n\'Cause you\'re not a threat when you\'re out of your head\nAnd I\'m gonna get out of my head\nAnd it\'s better in bed\nWhen you\'re out of your head\nAnd Malcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nOut of his head\n They are closing down\nCommunications\nThey\'re taking control\nOf our situations\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nThe forces of control\nAre gathering around our heads\n\'Round our heads \n\'Cause you\'re not a threat when you\'re out of your head\nAnd I\'m gonna get out of my head\nAnd it\'s better in bed\nWhen you\'re out of your head\nAnd Malcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nAnd I\'m gonna get out of my head\nAnd you\'re not a threat when you\'re out of your head\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nOut of his head \nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nHow can you get\nOut of his head?\nHow can you get?\nHe got out of his head\nMalcolm is dead\nHe got out of his head\nYou\'re not a threat when you\'re out of your head \nMalcolm is dead\nMalcolm is dead ",2 +1342,Angie_Stone___Snowflakes,calm, "Snowflakes A few kisses ago, you loved me\nTook your pocket knife, carved our names on a tree\nMy heart skips a beat to whatever you say\nWhat have I done to make you push me away \nYou are my focus, you\'re the air that I breathe\nCan\'t imagine you with someone else other than me\nYou don\'t kiss me no more, and I need your energy\nTell me where will I fly to if you set me free \n1 - Stars fell like snowflakes on my head\nNow there\'s emptiness in my bed\nI still believe all the things you said\nThough I can see the flowers are dead\nBut terrible lies and emptiness fills my soul\nYou were so warm, now you feel so cold\nThe last time we kissed, your eyes were open\nIs this just a phase, I\'m praying and hoping \nYou Failed me, I gave you the key\nTo the entry in my heart, you became part of me\nTold you everything, I shared all my secrets with you\nAnd the words you fed my soul, I pray to God that you \nRepeat 1 \nTrampled on my heart, threw away the key\nSince you went away, all I see\nI can\'t even eat, I don\'t wanna sleep\nBut I see you in my dreams\nI pray that you come back cuz I need you here\nYou can kiss away all my tears\nHold me in your arms, whisper in my ear\nThat will take away my fears \nRepeat 1 \nSleeping I called you to fill your song\nMake you feel like it\'s snowing in the summertime, oh",2 +808,Alien_Ant_Farm___Glow,happy, "Glow \nI never thought that you\'d find out I did it\nI was so scared that you would leave so I hid it\nI know we said that we\'d always be honest\nSo now I went out and messed up, our nest \nIt finally seems like we\'ve turned into strangers\nIts gotten so bad there\'s just no more anger\nSo now it seems like we can\'t get no further\nI can\'t believe I\'ll be bright for another\n \nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we\'ll glow \n \nSo where\'s the sun it shines no love on your face\nUnder the moon and with the girl that\'s in your place\nAnd even Edison has no idea\nOf all the blackouts I\'ve caused you and me \n \nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we\'ll glow\nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights down real low \n \nwe\'ll glow, we\'ll glow, we\'ll glowwwow \n \n \nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the, I\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we\'ll glow\nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we\'ll glow\nI\'ll be the switch she turns on\nShe\'ll be mine too, I get off\nI\'ll be the fuse that she blows\nAnd even with the lights out we\'ll glow \n \nI\'ll be the, I\'ll be the fuse\nI\'ll be the, I\'ll be the fuse1 ",0 +2957,Beverley_Knight___Black_Butta,happy, "Black Butta Oh Yes, uh! \nHead down to my toes, everything is in place\nMy cup overflows, mama\'s settin\' the pace\nTimes the only thing I need\nTo help you feel like it should\nJust a little peace of me\nSaid I ain\'t nothing but gooood! \nI\'m sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a waterfall\nTurned on like a light switch\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2\nNothin goes to waste , I still got it in spades\nOnce you get a taste, you\'ll be digging for days\nI know exactly what to do\nI got this down to a T\nThis woman right in front of you\nIs all that I\'ve ever been! \nChorus\nI\'m sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a waterfall\nTurned on like a light switch\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2 \nGot me excited, my fuses have blown\nYou got me delighted now, don\'t leave me alone\nYou got me ignited, I\'m ready to blow! \nSweet black butta oooo \nSo much energy, I got plenty in store\nEveryone is scared of me, I have done this before! \nChorus\nI\'m sweet black butta\nI gets chilled like a water fall\nTurned on like a light switch, uh\nI gets hot like a late night phone call X2\n I\'m sweet yeh Black butta babe spread it all over you\nI\'m sweet uh yeh Black butta baby I\'m nothing, I\'m nothing\nI\'m sweet uh yeh Black butta babe spread it all over you\nI\'m sweet sugar uh yeh Black butta baby I\'m nothing, I\'m nothing\nI\'m sweet yes! yeh Black butta baby spread it all over you\nOh I\'m sweet yeh, Black butta, butta baby, I\'m nothing, I\'m nothin ",0 +1195,Anathema___Make_It_Right,sad, "Make it Right \nI know that I want you\nI know that I need you\nBut I can\'t pretend that\nThis\'ll make it right \n[Verse 2}\nYou whisper your name\nBut I can\'t hear you\nDon\'t leave me behind\nLend me your hand\n \nI can feel them\nI think they\'re closing in\nDon\'t leave me behind\nLend me your hand \n \nLet me feel you\nBy my side\nBe where I can hear you\nI long to feel 1 ",1 +1763,Archie_Bronson_Outfit___Dart_For_My_Sweetheart,sad, "Dart for My Sweetheart One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart\nTwo only you can remove such an ache so\nThree let me see what you\'ve got\nWhat you’re made of, what you’re not\nFour is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw\nFive is a bunching fist that\'s within me\nSix little stitches thread through my heart\nSeven shiny reasons are tearing us apart\nEight lose your hate, it\'s a game so come on\nLove me it\'s your fate\nNine cold crimes in the night please forgive me\nTen are the tears that are frozen on your face\nEleven I know, I’m not your favourite man\nTwelve I’ll take you like only I can",1 +6882,Department_of_Eagles___Phantom_Other,sad, "Phantom Other Alright, we\'ll do this your way\nAlright, we\'ll make it anyway\nNow\'d be a good time\nTo send us all away, man \nSo what would it take?\nAnd what would it take\nTo make you learn?\nAnd what would it take?\nAnd what would it take\nTo make you listen?\nOh man, you\'re not the only one\nOh boy, with that phantom other on\nNow\'d be the right time\nTo send us all away\nIt\'d be a good time\nIf you just go away, man \nWhat would it take?\nWhat would it take\nTo make you leave?\nWhat would it take?\nWhat would it take\nTo make you listen? \nMy God in Heaven\nWhat were we thinking?\nMy God in Heaven\nWhat were we thinking of? \nLook out, look out now\nWe gotta get out now\nLook out, look out now\nWe gotta get out now \nWake up, wake up now\nWe gotta get up now\nWake up, wake up now\nWe gotta get up now 1 ",1 +3914,Bonnie_Raitt___Lovers_Will,happy, "Lover’s Will Who\'ll take the only hearts they got\nAnd throw them into the fire?\nWho\'ll risk their own self respect\nIn the name of desire?\nWho\'ll regret everything they\'ve done\nAnd who will get the bill?\nLovers will \nWho\'ll hurt each other all the time\nAnd never give it a thought?\nWho\'ll lie about where they\'ve been\nAnd hope they never get caught?\nWho\'ll say each other\'s kisses\nNo longer thrill?\nLovers will\nLovers will do almost anything\nFor the thrill that only love can bring\nIf love is a healer, who\'ll be the first ones ill?\nLovers will \nWho\'ll never know what they\'ve got\nUntil it\'s just about gone?\nAnd whose arms will gather up what\'s left\nTo carry on?\nAnd who\'ll stalk that little bit of love\nThat hasn\'t been killed?\nLovers willSee Bonnie Raitt LiveGet tickets as low as $61",0 +8515,Erlend_Øye___Sheltered_Life,sad, "Sheltered Life Brave girl replies\nWhen you come back, I\'ll be gone\nRead off her rules\nWhen in control I move on\nThoughtful or sad \nNo need to ask\nYou in her eyes a sister someone\nWho\'s been where\nShe\'s roaming now\nFlashes of home\nAnd people there\nPressured caught up she feels\nMeasured all up revealed\nI still haven\'t walked my distance\nI\'m not ready to return\nIndependent on my way to become I \nSunday no sign\nWhy did I make you meet me here?\nNo cause for doubt\nBut feeling sustains\nWhen mix up clears \nEasy and loose\nUnsure confused\nIt doesn\'t take much to knock me\nI\'ve been living a sheltered life",1 +8651,Everclear___Otis_Redding,happy, "Otis Redding Do you remember when we were hungry?\nDo you remember when we were cold?\nDo you remember when we were happy?\nDo you remember? Do you remember? \nDo you remember when we were lucky?\nWe were livin\' the life almost every night\nI would wrap you in my thin white arms\nSit and watch the stars glide \nYeah, do you remember when we were the losers?\nDo you remember when we were the lame?\nDo you remember when we were the lepers?\nDo you remember? Do you remember?\nDo you remember when we were strung out?\nEatin\' top ramen, macaroni and cheese\nWe would get so lost in that basement room\nLet the Otis Redding sing us to sleep \nI wish I had one more life \nI don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don\'t wanna be blind \nI don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be blind \nI wish I could be like all my heroes\nI wish I could be like all yours too\nI wish I could sing like Otis Redding\nI wish I could play this guitar in tune \nDo you remember when we were hungry?\nDo you remember when we were cold?\nDo you remember when we were happy in a way\nNo one outside could ever know?\n I wish I had one more life\nHow I wish I had one more life to live I don’t wanna be wasted\nI don’t wanna live inside of this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don’t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna \nI don’t wanna be wasted\nNo, I don’t wanna live inside of this daydream anymore\nI just wanna be happy again\nI don\'t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don\'t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be\nI don\'t wanna be wasted, I don’t wanna be blind \nNo, I don’t want to be blind\nNo, I don’t want to be blind ",0 +43,A_Few_Good_Men___Have_I_Never,happy, "Have I Never \nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you I care\nHave I never told you how much I need you\nHave I ever, ever not being there \n \nIf I never told you a care\nGirl, I swear to you it\'s not because the feeling\'s not there\nI\'ll promise to you from the top of my soul\nThe bottom of my heart, girl, don\'t you know\nI love you then, I love you now and will forevermore\n \nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you \n \nHave I ever told you I miss you\nHave I ever hurt your heart\nGirl, I never ever meant to mistreat you\nI could never knowingly break your heart \n \nIf I ever caused you to feel\nThe words I speak straight from my heart are not very real\nI promise to you from the tip of my heart\nTo the depths of my soul, I pray that you know\nI love you now, I love you then and will forevermore \n \nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you \n \nOh, baby, baby\nYou will always be my lady\nAnd I promise I will never break your heart\n\'Cause I love you, I need you and will forever\n \nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you\nHave I never told you I love you\nHave I never told you the words\nBaby, I love you, you know I love you\nJust know that I love you \n \nNo-no, no-no, baby\nI love you\nOh, baby, just know that I love you ",0 +9143,Fischerspooner___Invisible,anger, "Invisible Breathing\nFeel so...\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nMovement\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nAh … Destroy me\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nMovement\nInvisible Movement\nDestroy me\nInvisible\nI … I can\'t fight\nLet me out? Romeo\nInvisible\nSo useless … So useless I feel alright\nInvisible\nMan versus nature; nature veruaoufhsoa War Man\nEternal, submission, praise me\nSo …\nEternal, submission … sigh\nDomination\nEternal, submission, praise me\nIt never ends … It never stops\nI feel so free\nAgain and again …\nAgain and again …\nI\'m going down, invisible down, down\nI\'m falling higher\nAgain and again …\nAgain and again …\nInvisible …",3 +1775,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Nothings_Wrong,happy, "Nothing’s Wrong A wicked decision\nWe can agree\nA wicked decision\nNothing\'s wrong with you and me \nA week in the forest\nA week in the fog\nYou\'ll be sad to hear that\nI I I I I was robbed \nAnd we\'re gonna own it\nA fist to the voice\nAnd we\'ve found the music\nWhy did you try at the choice?\nAnd decapitation\nFor failing to see\nNothing in this whole wide world saves us from this situation\n \nDon\'t stop talkin\' to me please\nBaby cut me all to pieces\nIf you really want hell, hell\nRipped apart by the crows not the vultures\nNo one in this fair new world can talk us through this situation \nSpeak in the garden\nYou burn down the trees\nI\'ll leave out the teasin\'\nWhile you are down on one knee \nNever is heavy\nAnd heavy is fine\nBut only in the street man\nYou ate your words wrong this time \nIt\'s wicked where you tread\nShot an arrow in your head\nSince the apple wasn\'t there, yeah\nRipped apart by the crows and the vultures\nIgnore me in the parking lot\nI\'m petrified by conversation\n It\'s wicked where you tread\nThey shot an arrow at your head\nSince the apple wasn\'t there, yeah\nWe\'re ripped apart by the crow and the vultures\nIgnore me in the parking lot\nI\'m petrified by conversation ",0 +2095,Au_Revoir_Simone___Back_In_Time,sad, "Back in Time Do you think When you know you know it\nIf we could go back in time When you know you know it\nDo you think Listen now, listen now\nThat I\'d like you then I will look for you there \nWould you try when you see, you see it\nNot to be so mean when you see, you see it\nAnd we\'d ne- Won\'t be long, it won\'t be long\n-ver just be friends I will wait for you there \nDo you think When you know you know it\nIf we could go back in time When you know you know it\nDo you think Listen now, listen now\nThat I liked you there I will look for you there\nWon\'t you try when you see, you see it\nNot to be so mean when you see, you see it\nAnd we\'re now Won\'t be long, it won\'t be long\nFor just be friends I will wait for you there \nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right \nWhy do you think\nThis will never work\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work \nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right\nThere are times that I\nFelt that this was right \nWhy do you think\nThis will never work\nWhy do you think\nThis will never work",1 +7068,Diana_Krall___Ive_Got_You_Under_My_Skin,calm, "I’ve Got You Under My Skin I\'ve got you under my skin\nI have got you deep in the heart of me\nSo deep in my heart, you\'re really a part of me\nAnd I\'ve got you under my skin \nI have tried so, not to give in\nI\'ve said to myself this affair it never would go so well\nBut why should I try to resist when I know so well\nThat I\'ve got you under my skin \nI would sacrifice anything come what might\nFor the sake of having you near\nIn spite of a warning voice, that comes in the night and repeats in my ear\nDon\'t you know you fool you never can win\nUse your mentality, wake up to reality\nFor each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin\nBecause I\'ve got you under my skinSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",2 +7350,Dogs_Die_In_Hot_Cars___Lounger,happy, "Lounger I know nothing, don\'t know much\nI think my education\'s gone out to lunch\nI can\'t remember, I cannot think\nWhat is the difference between iron and zinc? \nI can listen, I can speak\nBut my conversational skills are gobblety-geek\nI know Harold in 1066\nGot shot in the eye with a long pointy stick \nRevolutions and World War II, is it true what they say?\nThat Charles de Gaulle was a hero and Churchill\'s a Nero\nI threw that away\nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon\'t keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon\'t have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n\'Cause nobody is around to tell me off \nNow, I can lounge about in my house 'cause lounging about\nIs good \nI know all I need to know\nWhy talk Swahili if it\'s where i won\'t go?\nLatin is clever and sexy is French\nSprechen sie Deutsche would hardly make sense \nInquisitions and missionaries seem fairly bizarre\nDo I follow commandments from Moses or petals off roses?\nI am a Czar \nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon\'t keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon\'t have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n\'Cause nobody is around to tell me off \nNow, I can lounge about in my house 'cause lounging about\nIs good \nRevolutions and World War II, is it true what they say?\nThat Charles de Gaulle was a hero and Churchill\'s a Nero\nI threw that away\n I get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon\'t keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon\'t have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n\'Cause nobody is around to tell me off\nI get up when I like, wear anything I like\nDon\'t keep up with the cool, I make up my own rules\nDon\'t have to eat my greens or keep my bedroom extra tidy\n\'Cause nobody is around to tell me off \nLounge ",0 +3811,Bobby_McFerrin___Drive,calm, "Drive \n \nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one\'s gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one\'s gonna catch me\n \n \nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one\'s gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one\'s gonna catch me \n \n \nGonna get in the car\nDrive away\nDrive so far\nNo one\'s gonna find me\nPut my foot on the gas\nAccelerate\nDrive so fast\nNo one\'s gonna catch me\nNo one\'s gonna catch me\nNo one\'s gonna catch me\nNo one\'s gonna catch me\nNo one\'s gonna catch me",2 +820,Alien_Sex_Fiend___Smells_Like,sad, "Smells Like... YEAH!\nRIGHT!\nSTANDING 'NEATH A STARRY SKY...\nLOOK THE MOON IN THE EYE...\nWHISKERS APPEAR ON MA FACE...\nIN THE MORNING AIN\'T A TRACE...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT\nYOU TOOK ALL THE MONEY...\nWOTCHA GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT!\nTELEPHONE IS RINGIN\'...\nDRIVIN\' ME INSANE...\nCHEMICAL REACTION IN MY BRAIN...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT...\nTOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOT YER GOT...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE... SH SH SH SH SHI-T!\nAND THE BAND PLAYED ON! OOOOH!\nI HAVE A LITTLE DRINK\nAND A CIGARETTE...\nI WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN\'\nAND I\'M STILL IN DEBT...\nSTANDING 'NEATH A STARRY SKY...!\nLOOK THAT CHEESEY BASTARD IN THE EYE!\nI WANNA DIE...\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEYPOT\nTOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOTCHA GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE...\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE... SHIT!\nAND THE B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-BEAT GOES ON...\nYEAH!\nTELEPHONE IS RINGING DRIVIN\' ME INSANE\nI GOT A CHEMICAL REACTION\nSTARTING UP IN MY BRAIN\nUP ALL NIGHT\nSLEEP ALL DAY\nCUP OF TEA\nCIGARETTE\nDRINK OF WATER\nWRAPPED UP IN BED\nLIKE FLIES ROUND THE HONEY POT\nYOU TOOK ALL THE MONEY\nNOW WOT YOU FUCKING GOT?\nSMELLS LIKE\nSMELLS LIKE\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nWHATYA GOT\nTELL ME WHATYA GOT\nBABY\nWOTCHA GOT?\nAND THE B-B-B-B-BAND PLAYED ON\nB-B-B-B-BAND PLAYED ON\nYEAH THE BAND PLAYED ON\nYOW!\nGUITAR!\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nYOU SMELL LIKE SHIT\nSMELL LIKE SHIT\nSMELL LIKE SHIT\nAND THE BEAT GOES ON\nAAAAAAGH!\nGUITAR!\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nOH OH OH-OH-OH\nSMELLS LIKE SHIT\nYOU SMELL LIKE SHIT\nTHE BAND PLAYED ON...\nWade/Wade/James",1 +561,Air_Traffic___An_End_To_All_Our_Problems,sad, "An End to All Our Problems Follow me out beyond the furthest galaxy\nIn a world just slipping from the grip of seventeen\nSick with greed and engulfed by an obsessive running\nThey made a choice to sterilize the universe \nFocusing intelligence incomprehensible\nAnd driven on by a fever becoming more insatiable\nLet\'s pull the trigger\nLet\'s pull the trigger\nGo on\nAnd put an end, end to all our problems",1 +1310,Angelique_Kidjo___Summertime,sad, "Summertime Angelique Kidjo\nKeep On Moving The Best Of Angelique Kidjo\nSummertime\nSummertime\nAnd the livin\' is easy\nFish are jumpin\'\nAnd the cotton is high\nYou\'re daddy\'s rich\nAnd your mom is good lookin\'\nSo hush little baby\nDon\'t you cry\nOne of these mornings\nYou\'re gonna rise up singing\nThen you spread your wings\nAnd fly to the sky\nBut till the mornin\'\nThere\'s nothing can harm you\nWith mama and daddy\nStanding by\nOne of these mornings\nYou\'re gonna rise up singing\nThen you spread your wings\nAnd fly to the sky\nBut till that morning\nThere\'s nothing can harm you\nWith mama and daddy\nStanding by",1 +1336,Anggun___A_Rose_In_The_Wind,happy, "A Rose in the Wind \nI was born at daybreak\nTo the road I did take\nTrembling as the ground shakes\nUnder my feet cracked in the stone heat\nNever ending motion\nWay across the ocean\nInto your devotion\nLong have I gone, so far from my home \n \nWhat to do with this love that I\'m in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone\nOn my way home\n \nDreaming always begins\nFind a door that\'s opening\nSomething there is shining\nThe light in your eyes\nWhen you were all mine\nAll alone as I wake\nMoving in a new place\nShivering as I trace\nA road of my own\nCut by the deep cold \n \nWhat to do with this love that I\'m in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all of my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone\nHang on to me tight, and a rose in the wind\nWill be with you wherever you go\nAll the way back home \n \nCan I take you back there?\nDrifting on the warm air\nSay you\'ll follow me anywhere\nAll of our nights\nInto the jade skies\nI\'ll be true to you\nFlying over the moon\nLying in the bamboo\nI\'ll always know\nThe light in the window\n \nWhat to do with this love that I\'m in?\nI have given you all of my soul\nFlying all of my life like a rose in the wind\nTell me why I am always alone ",0 +6150,Cyndi_Lauper___Whats_Going_On,happy, "What’s Going On \nMother, mother\nThere\'s too many of you crying\nAnd brother, brother, brother\nThere\'s far too many of you dying\nYou know you\'ve got to find a way\nTo bring back love here today \n \nFather, father\nThere\'s no need to escalate\nYou see, war is not the answer\nFor only love can conquer hate\nYou know we\'ve got to find a way\nTo bring back lovin\' here today\n \nPicket lines Brother\nAnd picket signs Brother\nDon\'t punish me Brother\nWith brutality Brother\nJust talk to me Brother\nSo you can see \n \nAh, what\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on, yeah\nWhat\'s going on \n \n \n \nMother, mother\nEverybody thinks we\'re wrong\nWho are they to judge us\nJust because our hair is long?\nYou know we\'ve got to find a way\nTo bring back understanding today \n \nAh-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ha\nAh-ah, ah-ah\nYou know we\'ve got to find a way\nTo bring back some lovin\' here today\n \nPicket lines Sister\nAnd picket signs Sister\nDon\'t punish me Sister\nWith brutality Sister\nNow just talk to me Sister\nSo you can see \n \nWhat\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on\nOh, what\'s going on\nTell me, what\'s going on? \n \n \n \nWhat\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on\nYeah, yeah\nWhat\'s going on, yeah\nYou tell me, I\'ll tell you\nYou tell me, I\'ll tell you\nWhat\'s going on, ah\nMother, mother\nFather, father, yeah\nWhat\'s going on\nWhat\'s going on\nI\'ll tell you what\'s going on\nYou tell me what\'s going on, ah\nFather, father\nThere\'s too many of you dying...1 ",0 +6257,Daft_Punk___Technologic,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsTechnologic \nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\n \nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic \n \nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it \nTouch it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\n Lock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nBuy it, use it, break it, fix it\nTrash it, change it, mail – upgrade it\nCharge it, point it, zoom it, press it\nSnap it, work it, quick – erase it\nWrite it, cut it, paste it, save it\nLoad it, check it, quick – rewrite it\nPlug it, play it, burn it, rip it\nDrag and drop it, zip – unzip it\nLock it, fill it, call it, find it\nView it, code it, jam – unlock it\nSurf it, scroll it, pause it, click it\nCross it, crack it, switch – update it\nName it, read it, tune it, print it\nScan it, send it, fax – rename it\nTouch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\nTurn it, leave it, start – format it\n \nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic \n \n \nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic\nTechnologic20 ",0 +5020,Cat_Stevens___Sitting,calm, "Sitting Oh I\'m on my way, I know I am\nSomewhere not so far from here\nAll I know is all I feel right now\nI feel the power growing in my hair \nSitting on my own not by myself\nEverybody\'s here with me\nI don\'t need to touch your face to know\nAnd I don\'t need to use my eyes to see \nI keep on wondering if I sleep too long\nWill I always wake up the same or so?\nAnd keep on wondering if I sleep too long\nWill I even wake up again or something\nOh I\'m on my way I know I am\nBut times there were when I thought not\nBleeding half my soul in bad company\nI thank the moon I had the strength to stop \nI\'m not making love to anyone\'s wishes\nOnly for that light I see\n\'Cause when I\'m dead and lowered low in my grave\nThat\'s gonna be the only thing that\'s left of me \nAnd if I make it to the waterside\nWill I even find me a boat or so?\nAnd if I make it to the waterside\nI\'ll be sure to write you note or something \nOh I\'m on my way I know I am\nSomewhere not so far from here\nAll I know is all I feel right now\nI feel the power growing in my hair \nOh life is like a maze of doors and they all\nOpen from the side you\'re on\nJust keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may\nYou\'re going to wind up where you started from\nYou\'re going to wind up where you started from",2 +4087,Brand_New___Fork_And_Knife,sad, "Fork and Knife \nWe\'ll take it easy, tigers in a cage\nWe\'re pacing on our pads, and waiting\nFor the time to come in reverie\nOur lazy bones ache for our dowry \n \nYou can\'t hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\n \nThe closest thing we had to royalty\nA chance to break our parents\' patterns\nWe chose to keep our teenage tragedy\nIn lieu of their romantic palette\nPlay tender like a newborn baby would\nPlay tender 'til the night is over\nI\'m leaving you to nurture cherished wounds\nAnd care for it just like your lover, yeah \n \nYou can\'t hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending \n \nYou can\'t hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nThe morning\'s over, the day is in full swing\n \nI know you\'re busy, but please won\'t you come visit me?\nYou are an aimless ghost, you haunt your bag of bones\nThe wolf messed with your vision\nHe is sitting in your kitchen while you sleep tonight\nHe will eat your young and you will act surprised \n \nYou can\'t hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nWhat we invented, I am now ending \n \nYou can\'t hold on to the thrill\nSo I hope you find your will to follow through\nWhat we invented, I am now ending\nHold on to who you love\nWe are dry and blown like dust since we were young\nThe morning\'s over, the day is in full swing6 ",1 +4755,Camera_Obscura___James,sad, "James James, he came to my place\nHe said he had to see my face\nHe hopes that we can still be friends\nIn his own way, he\'ll love me till the end \nAnd James, he came to the door\nWanting to know for sure\nWhy love gets up and goes\nI\'m sorry but it had no place to grow\nOh, James, my love for you is stronger, don\'t you know?\nI\'d like to celebrate you, dear\nAll in all it\'s been a pretty good year\nI looked deep within myself\nI got scared by just how hard I fell\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well \nOh, you and me, honey and bee\nOh, sun and moon, I\'ll be fine by June\nI could tell that you weren\'t well\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well\nOh, James, you broke me, I thought I knew you well",1 +6050,Crystal_Castles___Doe_Deer,anger, "TranslationsEspañolDoe Deer \nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray \n \nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\nDeathray, deathray\n \nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you\nBehind you, behind you 5 ",3 +9654,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Bullet_Theory,anger, "Bullet Theory \nWho shot the bullet that killed the air tonight?\nWithout a thought, without a reason \nTake a gun called hate\nUp against your heart\nAnd pull the trigger x2 \n \nIt\'s over, it\'s only over\nIt\'s only over when we say\n \nThe smoke and mirrors\nThe lies that wind your tongue\nIs this oppression what we wanted or what we needed?\nAs we function on impatience\nAnd our patience is wearing thin\nAnd you live a lie that will destroy us all \n \n \nBack and to the left\nBack and to the left\nBack and to the left\nCome on and shoot motherfucker! \nYou like this baby?\nYou like this baby?\nYou like this baby?\nWell just dance a bit longer \n ",3 +7099,Diana_Ross___More_Today_Than_Yesterday,happy, "More Today Than Yesterday I don\'t remember what day it was\nI didn\'t notice what time it was\nAll I know is that I fell in love with you\nAnd if all my dreams come true\nI\'ll be spending time with you \nEvery day\'s a new day in love with you\nWith each day comes a new way of loving you\nEvery time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander\nAnd if all my dreams come true\nI\'ll be spending time with you\nOh, I love you more today than yesterday\nBut not as much as tomorrow\nI love you more today than yesterday\nBut, darling, not as much as tomorrow \nTomorrow\'s date means springtime\'s just a day away\nCupid, we don\'t need ya now, be on your way\nI thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger\nAnd I always will be true, I know you feel the same way too \nOh, I love you more today than yesterday\nBut not as much as tomorrow\nI love you more today than yesterday\nBut only half as much as tomorrow \nEvery day\'s a new day, every time I love ya\nEvery way\'s a new way, every time I love ya\nEvery day\'s a new day, every time I love ya\nEvery way\'s a new way, every time I love ya",0 +8624,Evanescence___Farther_Away_Live_in_Europe,sad, "Combray \xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0COMBRAY \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Combray at a distance, from a twenty-mile radius, as we used to see it from the railway when we arrived there every year in Holy Week, was no more than a church epitomising the town, representing it, speaking of it and for it to the horizon, and as one drew near, gathering close about its long, dark cloak, sheltering from the wind, on the open plain, as a shepherd gathers his sheep, the woolly grey backs of its flocking houses, which a fragment of its mediaeval ramparts enclosed, here and there, in an outline as scrupulously circular as that of a little town in a primitive painting. To live in, Combray was a trifle depressing, like its streets, whose houses, built of the blackened stone of the country, fronted with outside steps, capped with gables which projected long shadows downwards, were so dark that one had, as soon as the sun began to go down, to draw back the curtains in the sitting-room windows; streets with the solemn names of Saints, not a few of whom figured in the history of the early lords of Combray, such as the Rue Saint-Hilaire, the Rue Saint-Jacques, in which my aunt\'s house stood, the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde, which ran past her railings, and the Rue du Saint-Esprit, on to which the little garden gate opened; and these Combray streets exist in so remote a quarter of my memory, painted in colours so different from those in which the world is decked for me to-day, that in fact one and all of them, and the church which towered above them in the Square, seem to me now more unsubstantial than the projections of my magic-lantern; while at times I feel that to be able to cross the Rue Saint-Hilaire again, to engage a room in the Rue de l\'Oiseau, in the old hostelry of the Oiseau Flesché, from whose windows in the pavement used to rise a smell of cooking which rises still in my mind, now and then, in the same warm gusts of comfort, would be to secure a contact with the unseen world more marvellously supernatural than it would be to make Golo\'s acquaintance and to chat with Geneviève de Brabant. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My grandfather\'s cousin—by courtesy my great-aunt—with whom we used to stay, was the mother of that aunt Léonie who, since her husband\'s my uncle Octave\'s death, had gradually declined to leave, first Combray, then her house in Combray, then her bedroom, and finally her bed; and who now never \'came down,\' but lay perpetually in an indefinite condition of grief, physical exhaustion, illness, obsessions, and religious observances. Her own room looked out over the Rue Saint-Jacques, which ran a long way further to end in the Grand-Pré as distinct from the Petit-Pré, a green space in the centre of the town where three streets met and which, monotonous and grey, with the three high steps of stone before almost every one of its doors, seemed like a deep furrow cut by some sculptor of gothic images in the very block of stone out of which he had fashioned a Calvary or a Crib. My aunt\'s life was now practically confined to two adjoining rooms, in one of which she would rest in the afternoon while they, aired the other. They were rooms of that country order which just as in certain climes whole tracts of air or ocean are illuminated or scented by myriads of protozoa which we cannot see fascinate our sense of smell with the countless odours springing from their own special virtues, wisdom, habits, a whole secret system of life, invisible, superabundant and profoundly moral, which their atmosphere holds in solution; smells natural enough indeed, and coloured by circumstances as are those of the neighbouring countryside, but already humanised, domesticated, confined, an exquisite, skilful, limpid jelly, blending all the fruits of the season which have left the orchard for the store-room, smells changing with the year, but plenishing, domestic smells, which compensate for the sharpness of hoar frost with the sweet savour of warm bread, smells lazy and punctual as a village clock, roving smells, pious smells; rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety, and in a prosiness which serves as a deep source of poetry to the stranger who passes through their midst without having lived amongst them. The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent that I could not enter them without a sort of greedy enjoyment, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully, because I had just arrived then at Combray: before I went in to wish my aunt good day I would be kept waiting a little time in the outer room, where the sun, a wintry sun still, had crept in to warm itself before the fire, lighted already between its two brick sides and plastering all the room and everything in it with a smell of soot, making the room like one of those great open hearths which one finds in the country, or one of the canopied mantelpieces in old castles under which one sits hoping that in the world outside it is raining or snowing, hoping almost for a catastrophic deluge to add the romance of shelter and security to the comfort of a snug retreat; I would turn to and fro between the prayer-desk and the stamped velvet armchairs, each one always draped in its crocheted antimacassar, while the fire, baking like a pie the appetising smells with which the air of the room, was thickly clotted, which the dewy and sunny freshness of the morning had already \'raised\' and started to \'set,\' puffed them and glazed them and fluted them and swelled them into an invisible though not impalpable country cake, an immense puff-pastry, in which, barely waiting to savour the crustier, more delicate, more respectable, but also drier smells of the cupboard, the chest-of-drawers, and the patterned wall-paper I always returned with an unconfessed gluttony to bury myself in the nondescript, resinous, dull, indigestible, and fruity smell of the flowered quilt. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the next room I could hear my aunt talking quietly to herself. She never spoke save in low tones, because she believed that there was something broken in her head and floating loose there, which she might displace by talking too loud; but she never remained for long, even when alone, without saying something, because she believed that it was good for her throat, and that by keeping the blood there in circulation it would make less frequent the chokings and other pains to which she was liable; besides, in the life of complete inertia which she led she attached to the least of her sensations an extraordinary importance, endowed them with a Protean ubiquity which made it difficult for her to keep them secret, and, failing a confidant to whom she might communicate them, she used to promulgate them to herself in an unceasing monologue which was her sole form of activity. Unfortunately, having formed the habit of thinking aloud, she did not always take care to see that there was no one in the adjoining room, and I would often hear her saying to herself: I must not forget that I never slept a wink —for never sleeping a wink was her great claim to distinction, and one admitted and respected in our household vocabulary; in the morning Françoise would not \'call\' her, but would simply \'come to\' her; during the day, when my aunt wished to take a nap, we used to say just that she wished to \'be quiet\' or to \'rest\'; and when in conversation she so far forgot herself as to say what made me wake up, or I dreamed that, she would flush and at once correct herself. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0After waiting a minute, I would go in and kiss her; Françoise would be making her tea; or, if my aunt were feeling \'upset,\' she would ask instead for her \'tisane,\' and it would be my duty to shake out of the chemist\'s little package on to a plate the amount of lime-blossom required for infusion in boiling water. The drying of the stems had twisted them into a fantastic trellis, in whose intervals the pale flowers opened, as though a painter had arranged them there, grouping them in the most decorative poses. The leaves, which had lost or altered their own appearance, assumed those instead of the most incongruous things imaginable, as though the transparent wings of flies or the blank sides of labels or the petals of roses had been collected and pounded, or interwoven as birds weave the material for their nests. A thousand trifling little details—the charming prodigality of the chemist—details which would have been eliminated from an artificial preparation, gave me, like a book in which one is astonished to read the name of a person whom one knows, the pleasure of finding that these were indeed real lime-blossoms, like those I had seen, when coming from the train, in the Avenue de la Gare, altered, but only because they were not imitations but the very same blossoms, which had grown old. And as each new character is merely a metamorphosis from something older, in these little grey balls I recognised green buds plucked before their time; but beyond all else the rosy, moony, tender glow which lit up the blossoms among the frail forest of stems from which they hung like little golden roses—marking, as the radiance upon an old wall still marks the place of a vanished fresco, the difference between those parts of the tree which had and those which had not been \'in bloom\'—shewed me that these were petals which, before their flowering-time, the chemist\'s package had embalmed on warm evenings of spring. That rosy candlelight was still their colour, but half-extinguished and deadened in the diminished life which was now theirs, and which may be called the twilight of a flower. Presently my aunt was able to dip in the boiling infusion, in which she would relish the savour of dead or faded blossom, a little madeleine, of which she would hold out a piece to me when it was sufficiently soft. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At one side of her bed stood a big yellow chest-of-drawers of lemon-wood, and a table which served at once as pharmacy and as high altar, on which, beneath a statue of Our Lady and a bottle of Vichy-Célestins, might be found her service-books and her medical prescriptions, everything that she needed for the performance, in bed, of her duties to soul and body, to keep the proper times for pepsin and for vespers. On the other side her bed was bounded by the window: she had the street beneath her eyes, and would read in it from morning to night to divert the tedium of her life, like a Persian prince, the daily but immemorial chronicles of Combray, which she would discuss in detail afterwards with Françoise.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I would not have been five minutes with my aunt before she would send me away in case I made her tired. She would hold out for me to kiss her sad brow, pale and lifeless, on which at this early hour she would not yet have arranged the false hair and through which the bones shone like the points of a crown of thorns—or the beads of a rosary, and she would say to me: Now, my poor child, you must go away; go and get ready for mass; and if you see Françoise downstairs, tell her not to stay too long amusing herself with you; she must come up soon to see if I want anything. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise, who had been for many years in my aunt\'s service and did not at that time suspect that she would one day be transferred entirely to ours, was a little inclined to desert my aunt during the months which we spent in her house. There had been in my infancy, before we first went to Combray, and when my aunt Léonie used still to spend the winter in Paris with her mother, a time when I knew Françoise so little that on New Year\'s Day, before going into my great-aunt\'s house, my mother put a five-franc piece in my hand and said: Now, be careful. Don\'t make any mistake. Wait until you hear me say \'Good morning, Françoise,\' and I touch your arm before you give it to her. No sooner had we arrived in my aunt\'s dark hall than we saw in the gloom, beneath the frills of a snowy cap as stiff and fragile as if it had been made of spun sugar, the concentric waves of a smile of anticipatory gratitude. It was Françoise, motionless and erect, framed in the small doorway of the corridor like the statue of a saint in its niche. When we had grown more accustomed to this religious darkness we could discern in her features a disinterested love of all humanity, blended with a tender respect for the \'upper classes\' which raised to the most honourable quarter of her heart the hope of receiving her due reward. Mamma pinched my arm sharply and said in a loud voice: Good morning, Françoise. At this signal my fingers parted and I let fall the coin, which found a receptacle in a confused but outstretched hand. But since we had begun to go to Combray there was no one I knew better than Françoise. We were her favourites, and in the first years at least, while she shewed the same consideration for us as for my aunt, she enjoyed us with a keener relish, because we had, in addition to our dignity as part of \'the family\' for she had for those invisible bonds by which community of blood unites the members of a family as much respect as any Greek tragedian, the fresh charm of not being her customary employers. And so with what joy would she welcome us, with what sorrow complain that the weather was still so bad for us, on the day of our arrival, just before Easter, when there was often an icy wind; while Mamma inquired after her daughter and her nephews, and if her grandson was good-looking, and what they were going to make of him, and whether he took after his granny. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Later, when no one else was in the room, Mamma, who knew that Françoise was still mourning for her parents, who had been dead for years, would speak of them kindly, asking her endless little questions about them and their lives. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0She had guessed that Françoise was not over-fond of her son-in-law, and that he spoiled the pleasure she found in visiting her daughter, as the two could not talk so freely when he was there. And so one day, when Françoise was going to their house, some miles from Combray, Mamma said to her, with a smile: Tell me, Françoise, if Julien has had to go away, and you have Marguerite to yourself all day, you will be very sorry, but will make the best of it, won\'t you? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And Françoise answered, laughing: Madame knows everything; Madame is worse than the X-rays she pronounced \'x\' with an affectation of difficulty and with a smile in deprecation of her, an unlettered woman\'s, daring to employ a scientific term they brought here for Mme. Octave, which see what is in your heart —and she went off, disturbed that anyone should be caring about her, perhaps anxious that we should not see her in tears: Mamma was the first person who had given her the pleasure of feeling that her peasant existence, with its simple joys and sorrows, might offer some interest, might be a source of grief or pleasure to some one other than herself. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My aunt resigned herself to doing without Françoise to some extent during our visits, knowing how much my mother appreciated the services of so active and intelligent a maid, one who looked as smart at five o\'clock in the morning in her kitchen, under a cap whose stiff and dazzling frills seemed to be made of porcelain, as when dressed for churchgoing; who did everything in the right way, who toiled like a horse, whether she was well or ill, but without noise, without the appearance of doing anything; the only one of my aunt\'s maids who when Mamma asked for hot water or black coffee would bring them actually boiling; she was one of those servants who in a household seem least satisfactory, at first, to a stranger, doubtless because they take no pains to make a conquest of him and shew him no special attention, knowing very well that they have no real need of him, that he will cease to be invited to the house sooner than they will be dismissed from it; who, on the other hand, cling with most fidelity to those masters and mistresses who have tested and proved their real capacity, and do not look for that superficial responsiveness, that slavish affability, which may impress a stranger favourably, but often conceals an utter barrenness of spirit in which no amount of training can produce the least trace of individuality. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0When Françoise, having seen that my parents had everything they required, first went upstairs again to give my aunt her pepsin and to find out from her what she would take for luncheon, very few mornings pased but she was called upon to give an opinion, or to furnish an explanation, in regard to some important event. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Just fancy, Françoise, Mme. Goupil went by more than a quarter of an hour late to fetch her sister: if she loses any more time on the way I should not be at all surprised if she got in after the Elevation. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Well, there\'d be nothing wonderful in that, would be the answer. Or: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Françoise, if you had come in five minutes ago, you would have seen Mme. Imbert go past with some asparagus twice the size of what mother Callot has: do try to find out from her cook where she got them. You know you\'ve been putting asparagus in all your sauces this spring; you might be able to get some like these for our visitors. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I shouldn\'t be surprised if they came from the Curé\'s, Françoise would say, and: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I\'m sure you wouldn\'t, my poor Françoise, my aunt would reply, raising her shoulders. From the Curé\'s, indeed! You know quite well that he can never grow anything but wretched little twigs of asparagus, not asparagus at all. I tell you these ones were as thick as my arm. Not your arm, of course, but my-poor arm, which has grown so much thinner again this year. Or: \n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Françoise, didn\'t you hear that bell just now! It split my head. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, Mme. Octave. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Ah, poor girl, your skull must be very thick; you may thank God for that. It was Maguelone come to fetch Dr. Piperaud. He came out with her at once and they went off along the Rue de l\'Oiseau. There must be some child ill. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh dear, dear; the poor little creature! would come with a sigh from Françoise, who could not hear of any calamity befalling a person unknown to her, even in some distant part of the world, without beginning to lament. Or: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Françoise, for whom did they toll the passing-bell just now? Oh dear, of course, it would be for Mme. Rousseau. And to think that I had forgotten that she passed away the other night. Indeed, it is time the Lord called me home too; I don\'t know what has become of my head since I lost my poor Octave. But I am wasting your time, my good girl. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Indeed no, Mme. Octave, my time is not so precious; whoever made our time didn\'t sell it to us. I am just going to see that my fire hasn\'t gone out. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In this way Françoise and my aunt made a critical valuation between them, in the course of these morning sessions, of the earliest happenings of the day. But sometimes these happenings assumed so mysterious or so alarming an air that my aunt felt she could not wait until it was time for Françoise to come upstairs, and then a formidable and quadruple peal would resound through the house. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But, Mme. Octave, it is not time for your pepsin, Françoise would begin. Are you feeling faint? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, thank you, Françoise, my aunt would reply, that is to say, yes; for you know well that there is very seldom a time when I don\'t feel faint; one day I shall pass away like Mme. Rousseau, before I know where I am; but that is not why I rang. Would you believe that I have just seen, as plainly as I see you, Mme. Goupil with a little girl I didn\'t know at all. Run and get a pennyworth of salt from Camus. It\'s not often that Théodore can\'t tell you who a person is. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But that must be M. Pupin\'s daughter, Françoise would say, preferring to stick to an immediate explanation, since she had been perhaps twice already into Camus\'s shop that morning. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 M. Pupin\'s daughter! Oh, that\'s a likely story, my poor Françoise. Do you think I should not have recognised M. Pupin\'s daughter! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But I don\'t mean the big one, Mme. Octave; I mean the little girl, he one who goes to school at Jouy. I seem to have seen her once already his morning. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, if that\'s what it is! my aunt would say, she must have come over for the holidays. Yes, that is it. No need to ask, she will have come over for the holidays. But then we shall soon see Mme. Sazerat come along and ring her sister\'s door-bell, for her luncheon. That will be it! I saw the boy from Galopin\'s go by with a tart. You will see that the tart was for Mme. Goupil. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Once Mme. Goupil has anyone in the house, Mme. Octave, you won\'t be long in seeing all her folk going in to their luncheon there, for it\'s not so early as it was, would be the answer, for Françoise, who was anxious to retire downstairs to look after our own meal, was not sorry to leave my aunt with the prospect of such a distraction.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh! not before midday! my aunt would reply in a tone of resignation, darting an uneasy glance at the clock, but stealthily, so as not to let it be seen that she, who had renounced all earthly joys, yet found a keen satisfaction in learning that Mme. Goupil was expecting company to luncheon, though, alas, she must wait a little more than an hour still before enjoying the spectacle. And it will come in the middle of my luncheon! she would murmur to herself. Her luncheon was such a distraction in itself that she did not like any other to come at the same time. At least, you will not forget to give me my creamed eggs on one of the flat plates? These were the only plates which had pictures on them and my aunt used to amuse herself at every meal by reading the description on whichever might have been sent up to her. She would put on her spectacles and spell out: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp, and smile, and say Very good indeed. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I may as well go across to Camus... Françoise would hazard, seeing that my aunt had no longer any intention of sending her there. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, no; it\'s not worth while now; it\'s certain to be the Pupin girl. My poor Françoise, I am sorry to have made you come upstairs for nothing. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But it was not for nothing, as my aunt well knew, that she had rung for Françoise, since at Combray a person whom one \'didn\'t know at all\' was as incredible a being as any mythological deity, and it was apt to be forgotten that after each occasion on which there had appeared in the Rue du Saint-Esprit or in the Square one of these bewildering phenomena, careful and exhaustive researches had invariably reduced the fabulous monster to the proportions of a person whom one \'did know,\' either personally or in the abstract, in his or her civil status as being more or less closely related to some family in Combray. It would turn out to be Mme. Sauton\'s son discharged from the army, or the Abbé Perdreau\'s niece come home from her convent, or the Curé\'s brother, a tax-collector at Châteaudun, who had just retired on a pension or had come over to Combray for the holidays. On first noticing them you have been impressed by the thought that there might be in Combray people whom you \'didn\'t know at all,\' simply because, you had failed to recognise or identify them at once. And yet long beforehand Mme. Sauton and the Curé had given warning that they expected their \'strangers.\' In the evening, when I came in and went upstairs to tell my aunt the incidents of our walk, if I was rash enough to say to her that we had passed, near the Pont-Vieux, a man whom my grandfather didn\'t know: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 A man grandfather didn\'t know at all! she would exclaim. That\'s a likely story. None the less, she would be a little disturbed by the news, she would wish to have the details correctly, and so my grandfather would be summoned. Who can it have been that you passed near the Pont-Vieux, uncle? A man you didn\'t know at all? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Why, of course I did, my grandfather would answer; it was Prosper, Mme. Bouilleboeuf\'s gardener\'s brother. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Ah, well! my aunt would say, calm again but slightly flushed still; and the boy told me that you had passed a man you didn\'t know at all! After which I would be warned to be more careful of what I said, and not to upset my aunt so by thoughtless remarks. Everyone was so well known in Combray, animals as well as people, that if my aunt had happened to see a dog go by which she \'didn\'t know at all\' she would think about it incessantly, devoting to the solution of the incomprehensible problem all her inductive talent and her leisure hours. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 That will be Mme. Sazerat\'s dog, Françoise would suggest, without any real conviction, but in the hope of peace, and so that my aunt should not \'split her head.\' \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 As if I didn\'t know Mme. Sazerat\'s dog! —for my aunt\'s critical mind would not so easily admit any fresh fact. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Ah, but that will be the new dog M. Galopin has brought her from Lisieux. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, if that\'s what it is! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 It seems, it\'s a most engaging animal, Françoise would go on, having got the story from Théodore, as clever as a Christian, always in a good temper, always friendly, always everything that\'s nice. It\'s not often you see an animal so well-behaved at that age. Mme. Octave, it\'s high time I left you; I can\'t afford to stay here amusing myself; look, it\'s nearly ten o\'clock and my fire not lighted yet, and I\'ve still to dress the asparagus. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 What, Françoise, more asparagus! It\'s a regular disease of asparagus you have got this year: you will make our Parisians sick of it. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, no, Madame Octave, they like it well enough. They\'ll be coming back from church soon as hungry as hunters, and they won\'t eat it out of the back of their spoons, you\'ll see. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Church! why, they must be there now; you\'d better not lose any time. Go and look after your luncheon. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0While my aunt gossiped on in this way with Françoise I would have accompanied my parents to mass. How I loved it: how clearly I can see it still, our church at Combray! The old porch by which we went in, black, and full of holes as a cullender, was worn out of shape and deeply furrowed at the sides as also was the holy water stoup to which it led us just as if the gentle grazing touch of the cloaks of peasant-women going into the church, and of their fingers dipping into the water, had managed by agelong repetition to acquire a destructive force, to impress itself on the stone, to carve ruts in it like those made by cart-wheels upon stone gate-posts against which they are driven every day. Its memorial stones, beneath which the noble dust of the Abbots of Combray, who were buried there, furnished the choir with a sort of spiritual pavement, were themselves no longer hard and lifeless matter, for time had softened and sweetened them, and had made them melt like honey and flow beyond their proper margins, either surging out in a milky, frothing wave, washing from its place a florid gothic capital, drowning the white violets of the marble floor; or else reabsorbed into their limits, contracting still further a crabbed Latin inscription, bringing a fresh touch of fantasy into the arrangement of its curtailed characters, closing together two letters of some word of which the rest were disproportionately scattered. Its windows were never so brilliant as on days when the sun scarcely shone, so that if it was dull outside you might be certain of fine weather in church. One of them was filled from top to bottom by a solitary figure, like the king on a playing-card, who lived up there beneath his canopy of stone, between earth and heaven; and in the blue light of its slanting shadow, on weekdays sometimes, at noon, when there was no service at one of those rare moments when the airy, empty church, more human somehow and more luxurious with the sun shewing off all its rich furnishings, seemed to have almost a habitable air, like the hall—all sculptured stone and painted glass—of some mediaeval mansion, you might see Mme. Sazerat kneel for an instant, laying down on the chair beside her own a neatly corded parcel of little cakes which she had just bought at the baker\'s and was taking home for her luncheon. In another, a mountain of rosy snow, at whose foot a battle was being fought, seemed to have frozen the window also, which it swelled and distorted with its cloudy sleet, like a pane to which snowflakes have drifted and clung, but flakes illumined by a sunrise—the same, doubtless, which purpled the reredos of the altar with tints so fresh that they seemed rather to be thrown on it for a moment by a light shining from outside and shortly to be extinguished than painted and permanently fastened on the stone. And all of them were so old that you could see, here and there, their silvery antiquity sparkling with the dust of centuries and shewing in its threadbare brilliance the very cords of their lovely tapestry of glass. There was one among them which was a tall panel composed of a hundred little rectangular windows, of blue principally, like a great game of patience of the kind planned to beguile King Charles VI; but, either because a ray of sunlight had gleamed through it or because my own shifting vision had drawn across the window, whose colours died away and were rekindled by turns, a rare and transient fire—the next instant it had taken on all the iridescence of a peacock\'s tail, then shook and wavered in a flaming and fantastic shower, distilled and dropping from the groin of the dark and rocky vault down the moist walls, as though it were along the bed of some rainbow grotto of sinuous stalactites that I was following my parents, who marched before me, their prayer-books clasped in their hands; a moment later the little lozenge windows had put on the deep transparence, the unbreakable hardness of sapphires clustered on some enormous breastplate; but beyond which could be distinguished, dearer than all such treasures, a fleeting smile from the sun, which could be seen and felt as well here, in the blue and gentle flood in which it washed the masonry, as on the pavement of the Square or the straw of the market-place; and even on our first Sundays, when we came down before Easter, it would console me for the blackness and bareness of the earth outside by making burst into blossom, as in some springtime in old history among the heirs of Saint Louis, this dazzling and gilded carpet of forget-me-nots in glass. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Two tapestries of high warp represented the coronation of Esther in which tradition would have it that the weaver had given to Ahasuerus the features of one of the kings of France and to Esther those of a lady of Guermantes whose lover he had been; their colours had melted into one another, so as to add expression, relief, light to the pictures. A touch of red over the lips of Esther had strayed beyond their outline; the yellow on her dress was spread with such unctuous plumpness as to have acquired a kind of solidity, and stood boldly out from the receding atmosphere; while the green of the trees, which was still bright in Silk and wool among the lower parts of the panel, but had quite \'gone\' at the top, separated in a paler scheme, above the dark trunks, the yellowing upper branches, tanned and half-obliterated by the sharp though sidelong rays of an invisible sun. All these things and, still more than these, the treasures which had come to the church from personages who to me were almost legendary figures such as the golden cross wrought, it was said, by Saint Eloi and presented by Dagobert, and the tomb of the sons of Louis the Germanic in porphyry and enamelled copper, because of which I used to go forward into the church when we were making our way to our chairs as into a fairy-haunted valley, where the rustic sees with amazement on a rock, a tree, a marsh, the tangible proofs of the little people\'s supernatural passage—all these things made of the church for me something entirely different from the rest of the town; a building which occupied, so to speak, four dimensions of space—the name of the fourth being Time—which had sailed the centuries with that old nave, where bay after bay, chapel after chapel, seemed to stretch across and hold down and conquer not merely a few yards of soil, but each successive epoch from which the whole building had emerged triumphant, hiding the rugged barbarities of the eleventh century in the thickness of its walls, through which nothing could be seen of the heavy arches, long stopped and blinded with coarse blocks of ashlar, except where, near the porch, a deep groove was furrowed into one wall by the tower-stair; and even there the barbarity was veiled by the graceful gothic arcade which pressed coquettishly upon it, like a row of grown-up sisters who, to hide him from the eyes of strangers, arrange themselves smilingly in front of a countrified, unmannerly and ill-dressed younger brother; rearing into the sky above the Square a tower which had looked down upon Saint Louis, and seemed to behold him still; and thrusting down with its crypt into the blackness of a Merovingian night, through which, guiding us with groping finger-tips beneath the shadowy vault, ribbed strongly as an immense bat\'s wing of stone, Théodore or his sister would light up for us with a candle the tomb of Sigebert\'s little daughter, in which a deep hole, like the bed of a fossil, had been bored, or so it was said, by a crystal lamp which, on the night when the Frankish princess was murdered, had left, of its own accord, the golden chains by which it was suspended where the apse is to-day and with neither the crystal broken nor the light extinguished had buried itself in the stone, through which it had gently forced its way. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then the apse of Combray: what am I to say of that? It was so coarse, so devoid of artistic beauty, even of the religious spirit. From outside, since the street crossing which it commanded was on a lower level, its great wall was thrust upwards from a basement of unfaced ashlar, jagged with flints, in all of which there was nothing particularly ecclesiastical; the windows seemed to have been pierced at an abnormal height, and its whole appearance was that of a prison wall rather than of a church. And certainly in later years, were I to recall all the glorious apses that I had seen, it would never enter my mind to compare with any one of them the apse of Combray. Only, one day, turning out of a little street in some country town, I came upon three alley-ways that converged, and facing them an old wall, rubbed, worn, crumbling, and unusually high; with windows pierced in it far overhead and the same asymmetrical appearance as the apse of Combray. And at that moment I did not say to myself, as at Chartres I might have done or at Rheims, with what strength the religious feeling had been expressed in its construction, but instinctively I exclaimed The Church! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The church! A dear, familiar friend; close pressed in the Rue Saint-Hilaire, upon which its north door opened, by its two neighbours, Mme. Loiseau\'s house and the pharmacy of M. Rapin, against which its walls rested without interspace; a simple citizen of Combray, who might have had her number in the street had the streets of Combray borne numbers, and at whose door one felt that the postman ought to stop on his morning rounds, before going into Mme. Loiseau\'s and after leaving M. Rapin\'s, there existed, for all that, between the church and everything in Combray that was not the church a clear line of demarcation which I have never succeeded in eliminating from my mind. In vain might Mme. Loiseau deck her window-sills with fuchsias, which developed the bad habit of letting their branches trail at all times and in all directions, head downwards, and whose flowers had no more important business, when they were big enough to taste the joys of life, than to go and cool their purple, congested cheeks against the dark front of the church; to me such conduct sanctified the fuchsias not at all; between the flowers and the blackened stones towards which they leaned, if my eyes could discern no interval, my mind preserved the impression of an abyss. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0From a long way off one could distinguish and identify the steeple of Saint-Hilaire inscribing its unforgettable form upon a horizon beneath which Combray had not yet appeared; when from the train which brought us down from Paris at Easter-time my father caught sight of it, as it slipped into every fold of the sky in turn, its little iron cock veering continually in all directions, he would say: Come, get your wraps together, we are there. And on one of the longest walks we ever took from Combray there was a spot where the narrow road emerged suddenly on to an immense plain, closed at the horizon by strips of forest over which rose and stood alone the fine point of Saint-Hilaire\'s steeple, but so sharpened and so pink that it seemed to be no more than sketched on the sky by the finger-nail of a painter anxious to give to such a landscape, to so pure a piece of \'nature,\' this little sign of art, this single indication of human existence. As one drew near it and could make out the remains of the square tower, half in ruins, which still stood by its side, though without rivalling it in height, one was struck, first of all, by the tone, reddish and sombre, of its stones; and on a misty morning in autumn one would have called it, to see it rising above the violet thunder-cloud of the vineyards, a ruin of purple, almost the colour of the wild vine. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often in the Square, as we came home, my grandmother would make me stop to look up at it. From the tower windows, placed two and two, one pair above another, with that right and original proportion in their spacing to which not only human faces owe their beauty and dignity, it released, it let fall at regular intervals flights of jackdaws which for a little while would wheel and caw, as though the ancient stones which allowed them to sport thus and never seemed to see them, becoming of a sudden uninhabitable and discharging some infinitely disturbing element, had struck them and driven them forth. Then after patterning everywhere the violet velvet of the evening air, abruptly soothed, they would return and be absorbed in the tower, deadly no longer but benignant, some perching here and there not seeming to move, but snapping, perhaps, and swallowing some passing insect on the points of turrets, as a seagull perches, with an angler\'s immobility, on the crest of a wave. Without quite knowing why, my grandmother found in the steeple of Saint-Hilaire that absence of vulgarity, pretension, and meanness which made her love—and deem rich in beneficent influences—nature itself, when the hand of man had not, as did my great-aunt\'s gardener, trimmed it, and the works of genius. And certainly every part one saw of the church served to distinguish the whole from any other building by a kind of general feeling which pervaded it, but it was in the steeple that the church seemed to display a consciousness of itself, to affirm its individual and responsible existence. It was the steeple which spoke for the church. I think, too, that in a confused way my grandmother found in the steeple of Combray what she prized above anything else in the world, namely, a natural air and an air of distinction. Ignorant of architecture, she would say: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its quaint old face which pleases me. If it could play the piano, I am sure it would really play. And when she gazed on it, when her eyes followed the gentle tension, the fervent inclination of its stony slopes which drew together as they rose, like hands joined in prayer, she would absorb herself so utterly in the outpouring of the spire that her gaze seemed to leap upwards with it; her lips at the same time curving in a friendly smile for the worn old stones of which the setting sun now illumined no more than the topmost pinnacles, which, at the point where they entered that zone of sunlight and were softened and sweetened by it, seemed to have mounted suddenly far higher, to have become truly remote, like a song whose singer breaks into falsetto, an octave above the accompanying air. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which shaped and crowned and consecrated every occupation, every hour of the day, every point of view in the town. From my bedroom window I could discern no more than its base, which had been freshly covered with slates; but when on Sundays I saw these, in the hot light of a summer morning, blaze like a black sun I would say to myself: Good heavens! nine o\'clock! I must get ready for mass at once if I am to have time to go in and kiss aunt Léonie first, and I would know exactly what was the colour of the sunlight upon the Square, I could feel the heat and dust of the market, the shade behind the blinds of the shop into which Mamma would perhaps go on her way to mass, penetrating its odour of unbleached calico, to purchase a handkerchief or something, of which the draper himself would let her see what he had, bowing from the waist: who, having made everything ready for shutting up, had just gone into the back shop to put on his Sunday coat and to wash his hands, which it was his habit, every few minutes and even on the saddest occasions, to rub one against the other with an air of enterprise, cunning, and success. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And again, after mass, when we looked in to tell Théodore to bring a larger loaf than usual because our cousins had taken advantage of the fine weather to come over from Thiberzy for luncheon, we had in front of us the steeple, which, baked and brown itself like a larger loaf still of \'holy bread,\' with flakes and sticky drops on it of sunlight, pricked its sharp point into the blue sky. And in the evening, as I came in from my walk and thought of the approaching moment when I must say good night to my mother and see her no more, the steeple was by contrast so kindly, there at the close of day, that I would imagine it as being laid, like a brown velvet cushion, against—as being thrust into the pallid sky which had yielded beneath its pressure, had sunk slightly so as to make room for it, and had correspondingly risen on either side; while the cries of the birds wheeling to and fro about it seemed to intensify its silence, to elongate its spire still further, and to invest it with some quality beyond the power of words. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Even when our errands lay in places behind the church, from which it could not be seen, the view seemed always to have been composed with reference to the steeple, which would stand up, now here, now there, among the houses, and was perhaps even more affecting when it appeared thus without the church. And, indeed, there are many others which look best when seen in this way, and I can call to mind vignettes of housetops with surmounting steeples in quite another category of art than those formed by the dreary streets of Combray. I shall never forget, in a quaint Norman town not far from Balbec, two charming eighteenth-century houses, dear to me and venerable for many reasons, between which, when one looks up at them from a fine garden which descends in terraces to the river, the gothic spire of a church itself hidden by the houses soars into the sky with the effect of crowning and completing their fronts, but in a material so different, so precious, so beringed, so rosy, so polished, that it is at once seen to be no more a part of them than would be a part of two pretty pebbles lying side by side, between which it had been washed on the beach, the purple, crinkled spire of some sea-shell spun out into a turret and gay with glossy colour. Even in Paris, in one of the ugliest parts of the town, I know a window from which one can see across a first, a second, and even a third layer of jumbled roofs, street beyond street, a violet bell, sometimes ruddy, sometimes too, in the finest \'prints\' which the atmosphere makes of it, of an ashy solution of black; which is, in fact, nothing else than the dome of Saint-Augustin, and which imparts to this view of Paris the character of some of the Piranesi views of Rome. But since into none of these little etchings, whatever the taste my memory may have been able to bring to their execution, was it able to contribute an element I have long lost, the feeling which makes us not merely regard a thing as a spectacle, but believe in it as in a creature without parallel, so none of them keeps in dependence on it a whole section of my inmost life as does the memory of those aspects of the steeple of Combray from the streets behind the church. Whether one saw it at five o\'clock when going to call for letters at the post-office, some doors away from one, on the left, raising abruptly with its isolated peak the ridge of housetops; or again, when one had to go in and ask for news of Mme. Sazerat, one\'s eyes followed the line where it ran low again beyond the farther, descending slope, and one knew that it would be the second turning after the steeple; or yet again, if pressing further afield one went to the station, one saw it obliquely, shewing in profile fresh angles and surfaces, like a solid body surprised at some unknown point in its revolution; or, from the banks of the Vivonne, the apse, drawn muscularly together and heightened in perspective, seemed to spring upwards with the effort which the steeple made to hurl its spire-point into the heart of heaven: it was always to the steeple that one must return, always it which dominated everything else, summing up the houses with an unexpected pinnacle, raised before me like the Finger of God, Whose Body might have been concealed below among the crowd of human bodies without fear of my confounding It, for that reason, with them. And so even to-day in any large provincial town, or in a quarter of Paris which I do not know well, if a passer-by who is \'putting me on the right road\' shews me from afar, as a point to aim at, some belfry of a hospital, or a convent steeple lifting the peak of its ecclesiastical cap at the corner of the street which I am to take, my memory need only find in it some dim resemblance to that dear and vanished outline, and the passer-by, should he turn round to make sure that I have not gone astray, would see me, to his astonishment, oblivious of the walk that I had planned to take or the place where I was obliged to call, standing still on the spot, before that steeple, for hours on end, motionless, trying to remember, feeling deep within myself a tract of soil reclaimed from the waters of Lethe slowly drying until the buildings rise on it again; and then no doubt, and then more uneasily than when, just now, I asked him for a direction, I will seek my way again, I will turn a corner... but... the goal is in my heart... \n\xa0\xa0\xa0On our way home from mass we would often meet M. Legrandin, who, detained in Paris by his professional duties as an engineer, could only except in the regular holiday seasons visit his home at Combray between Saturday evenings and Monday mornings. He was one of that class of men who, apart from a scientific career in which they may well have proved brilliantly successful, have acquired an entirely different kind of culture, literary or artistic, of which they make no use in the specialised work of their profession, but by which their conversation profits. More \'literary\' than many \'men of letters\' we were not aware at this period that M. Legrandin had a distinct reputation as a writer, and so were greatly astonished to find that a well-known composer had set some verses of his to music, endowed with a greater ease in execution than many painters, they imagine that the life they are obliged to lead is not that for which they are really fitted, and they bring to their regular occupations either a fantastic indifference or a sustained and lofty application, scornful, bitter, and conscientious. Tall, with a good figure, a fine, thoughtful face, drooping fair moustaches, a look of disillusionment in his blue eyes, an almost exaggerated refinement of courtesy; a talker such as we had never heard; he was in the sight of my family, who never ceased to quote him as an example, the very pattern of a gentleman, who took life in the noblest and most delicate manner. My grandmother alone found fault with him for speaking a little too well, a little too much like a book, for not using a vocabulary as natural as his loosely knotted Lavallière neckties, his short, straight, almost schoolboyish coat. She was astonished, too, at the furious invective which he was always launching at the aristocracy, at fashionable life, and \'snobbishness\'— undoubtedly, he would say, the sin of which Saint Paul is thinking when he speaks of the sin for which there is no forgiveness. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Worldly ambition was a thing which my grandmother was so little capable of feeling, or indeed of understanding, that it seemed to her futile to apply so much heat to its condemnation. Besides, she thought it in not very good taste that M. Legrandin, whose sister was married to a country gentleman of Lower Normandy near Balbec, should deliver himself of such violent attacks upon the nobles, going so far as to blame the Revolution for not having guillotined them all. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Well met, my friends! he would say as he came towards us. You are lucky to spend so much time here; to-morrow I have to go back to Paris, to squeeze back into my niche. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, I admit, he went on, with his own peculiar smile, gently ironical, disillusioned and vague, I have every useless thing in the world in my house there. The only thing wanting is the necessary thing, a great patch of open sky like this. Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life, little boy, he added, turning to me. You have a soul in you of rare quality, an artist\'s nature; never let it starve for lack of what it needs. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, on our reaching the house, my aunt would send to ask us whether Mme. Goupil had indeed arrived late for mass, not one of us could inform her. Instead, we increased her anxiety by telling her that there was a painter at work in the church copying the window of Gilbert the Bad. Françoise was at once dispatched to the grocer\'s, but returned empty-handed owing to the absence of Théodore, whose dual profession of choirman, with a part in the maintenance of the fabric, and of grocer\'s assistant gave him not only relations with all sections of society, but an encyclopaedic knowledge of their affairs. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Ah! my aunt would sigh, I wish it were time for Eulalie to come. She is really the only person who will be able to tell me. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Eulalie was a limping, energetic, deaf spinster who had \'retired\' after the death of Mme. de la Bretonnerie, with whom she had been in service from her childhood, and had then taken a room beside the church, from which she would incessantly emerge, either to attend some service, or, when there was no service, to say a prayer by herself or to give Théodore a hand; the rest of her time she spent in visiting sick persons like my aunt Léonie, to whom she would relate everything that had occurred at mass or vespers. She was not above adding occasional pocket-money to the little income which was found for her by the family of her old employers by going from time to time to look after the Curé\'s linen, or that of some other person of note in the clerical world of Combray. Above a mantle of black cloth she wore a little white coif that seemed almost to attach her to some Order, and an infirmity of the skin had stained part of her cheeks and her crooked nose the bright red colour of balsam. Her visits were the one great distraction in the life of my aunt Léonie, who now saw hardly anyone else, except the reverend Curé. My aunt had by degrees erased every other visitor\'s name from her list, because they all committed the fatal error, in her eyes, of falling into one or other of the two categories of people she most detested. One group, the worse of the two, and the one of which she rid herself first, consisted of those who advised her not to take so much care of herself, and preached even if only negatively and with no outward signs beyond an occasional disapproving silence or doubting smile the subversive doctrine that a sharp walk in the sun and a good red beefsteak would do her more good her, who had had two dreadful sips of Vichy water on her stomach for fourteen hours! than all her medicine bottles and her bed. The other category was composed of people who appeared to believe that she was more seriously ill than she thought, in fact that she was as seriously ill as she said. And so none of those whom she had allowed upstairs to her room, after considerable hesitation and at Françoise urgent request, and who in the course of their visit had shewn how unworthy they were of the honour which had been done them by venturing a timid: Don\'t you think that if you were just to stir out a little on really fine days...? or who, on the other hand, when she said to them: I am very low, very low; nearing the end, dear friends! had replied: Ah, yes, when one has no strength left! Still, you may last a while yet ; each party alike might be certain that her doors would never open to them again. And if Françoise was amused by the look of consternation on my aunt\'s face whenever she saw, from her bed, any of these people in the Rue du Saint-Esprit, who looked as if they were coming to see her, or heard her own door-bell ring, she would laugh far more heartily, as at a clever trick, at my aunt\'s devices which never failed for having them sent away, and at their look of discomfiture when they had to turn back without having seen her; and would be filled with secret admiration for her mistress, whom she felt to be superior to all these other people, inasmuch as she could and did contrive not to see them. In short, my aunt stipulated, at one and the same time, that whoever came to see her must approve of her way of life, commiserate with her in her sufferings, and assure her of an ultimate recovery. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In all this Eulalie excelled. My aunt might say to her twenty times in a minute: The end is come at last, my poor Eulalie! , twenty times Eulalie would retort with: Knowing your illness as you do, Mme. Octave, you will live to be a hundred, as Mme. Sazerin said to me only yesterday. For one of Eulalie\'s most rooted beliefs, and one that the formidable list of corrections which her experience must have compiled was powerless to eradicate, was that Mme. Sazerat\'s name was really Mme. Sazerin. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I do not ask to live to a hundred, my aunt would say, for she preferred to have no definite limit fixed to the number of her days. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And since, besides this, Eulalie knew, as no one else knew, how to distract my aunt without tiring her, her visits, which took place regularly every Sunday, unless something unforeseen occurred to prevent them, were for my aunt a pleasure the prospect of which kept her on those days in a state of expectation, appetising enough to begin with, but at once changing to the agony of a hunger too long unsatisfied if Eulalie were a minute late in coming. For, if unduly prolonged, the rapture of waiting for Eulalie became a torture, and my aunt would never cease from looking at the time, and yawning, and complaining of each of her symptoms in turn. Eulalie\'s ring, if it sounded from the front door at the very end of the day, when she was no longer expecting it, would almost make her ill. For the fact was that on Sundays she thought of nothing else than this visit, and the moment that our luncheon was ended Françoise would become impatient for us to leave the dining-room so that she might go upstairs to \'occupy\' my aunt. But—and this more than ever from the day on which fine weather definitely set in at Combray—the proud hour °f noon, descending from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which it blazoned for a moment with the twelve points of its sonorous crown, would long have echoed about our table, beside the \'holy bread,\' which too had come in, after church, in its familiar way; and we would still be found seated in front of our Arabian Nights plates, weighed down by the heat of the day, and even more by our heavy meal. For upon the permanent foundation of eggs, cutlets, potatoes, preserves, and biscuits, whose appearance on the table she no longer announced to us, Françoise would add—as the labour of fields and orchards, the harvest of the tides, the luck of the markets, the kindness of neighbours, and her own genius might provide; and so effectively that our bill of fare, like the quatrefoils that were carved on the porches of cathedrals in the thirteenth century, reflected to some extent the march of the seasons and the incidents of human life—a brill, because the fish-woman had guaranteed its freshness; a turkey, because she had seen a beauty in the market at Roussainville-le-Pin; cardoons with marrow, because she had never done them for us in that way before; a roast leg of mutton, because the fresh air made one hungry and there would be plenty of time for it to \'settle down\' in the seven hours before dinner; spinach, by way of a change; apricots, because they were still hard to get; gooseberries, because in another fortnight there would be none left; raspberries, which M. Swann had brought specially; cherries, the first to come from the cherry-tree, which had yielded none for the last two years; a cream cheese, of which in those days I was extremely fond; an almond cake, because she had ordered one the evening before; a fancy loaf, because it was our turn to \'offer\' the holy bread. And when all these had been eaten, a work composed expressly for ourselves, but dedicated more particularly to my father, who had a fondness for such things, a cream of chocolate, inspired in the mind, created by the hand of Françoise, would be laid before us, light and fleeting as an \'occasional piece\' of music, into which she had poured the whole of her talent. Anyone who refused to partake of it, saying: No, thank you, I have finished; I am not hungry, would at once have been lowered to the level of the Philistines who, when an artist makes them a present of one of his works, examine its weight and material, whereas what is of value is the creator\'s intention and his signature. To have left even the tiniest morsel in the dish would have shewn as much discourtesy as to rise and leave a concert hall while the \'piece\' was still being played, and under the composer\'s-very eyes. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At length my mother would say to me: Now, don\'t stay here all day; you can go up to your room if you are too hot outside, but get a little fresh air first; don\'t start reading immediately after your food. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And I would go and sit down beside the pump and its trough, ornamented here and there, like a gothic font, with a salamander, which modelled upon a background of crumbling stone the quick relief of its slender, allegorical body; on the bench without a back, in the shade of a lilac-tree, in that little corner of the garden which communicated, by a service door, with the Rue du Saint-Esprit, and from whose neglected soil rose, in two stages, an outcrop from the house itself and apparently a separate building, my aunt\'s back-kitchen. One could see its red-tiled floor gleaming like porphyry. It seemed not so much the cave of Françoise as a little temple of Venus. It would be overflowing with the offerings of the milkman, the fruiterer, the greengrocer, come sometimes from distant villages to dedicate here the first-fruits of their fields. And its roof was always surmounted by the cooing of a dove. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In earlier days I would not have lingered in the sacred grove which surrounded this temple, for, before going upstairs to read, I would steal into the little sitting-room which my uncle Adolphe, a brother of my grandfather and an old soldier who had retired from the service as a major, used to occupy on the ground floor, a room which, even when its opened windows let in the heat, if not actually the rays of the sun which seldom penetrated so far, would never fail to emit that vague and yet fresh odour, suggesting at once an open-air and an old-fashioned kind of existence, which sets and keeps the nostrils dreaming when one goes into a disused gun-room. But for some years now I had not gone into my uncle Adolphe\'s room, since he no longer came to Combray on account of a quarrel which had arisen between him and my family, by my fault, and in the following circumstances: Once or twice every month, in Paris, I used to be sent to pay him a. visit, as he was finishing his luncheon, wearing a plain alpaca coat, and waited upon by his servant in a working-jacket of striped linen, purple and white. He would complain that I had not been to see him for a long time; that he was being neglected; he would offer me a marchpane or a tangerine, and we would cross a room in which no one ever sat, whose fire was never lighted, whose walls were picked out with gilded mouldings, its ceiling painted blue in imitation of the sky, and its furniture upholstered in satin, as at my grandparents\', only yellow; then we would enter what he called his \'study,\' a room whose walls were hung with prints which shewed, against a dark background, a plump and rosy goddess driving a car, or standing upon a globe, or wearing a star on her brow; pictures which were popular under the Second Empire because there was thought to be something about them that suggested Pompeii, which were then generally despised, and which now people are beginning to collect again for one single and consistent reason despite any others which they may advance, namely, that they suggest the Second Empire. And there I would stay with my uncle until his man came, with a message from the coachman, to ask him at what time he would like the carriage. My uncle would then be lost in meditation, while his astonished servant stood there, not daring to disturb him by the least movement, wondering and waiting for his answer, which never varied. For in the end, after a supreme crisis of hesitation, my uncle would utter, infallibly, the words: A quarter past two, which the servant would echo with amazement, but without disputing them: A quarter past two! Very good, sir... I will go and tell him.... \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this date I was a lover of the theatre: a Platonic lover, of necessity, since my parents had not yet allowed me to enter one, and so incorrect was the picture I drew for myself of the pleasures to be enjoyed there that I almost believed that each of the spectators looked, as into a stereoscope, upon a stage and scenery which existed for himself alone, though closely resembling the thousand other spectacles presented to the rest of the audience individually. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Every morning I would hasten to the Moriss column to see what new plays it announced. Nothing could be more disinterested or happier than the dreams with which these announcements filled my mind, dreams which took their form from the inevitable associations of the words forming the title of the play, and also from the colour of the bills, still damp and wrinkled with paste, on which those words stood out. Nothing, unless it were such strange titles as the Testament de César Girodot, or Oedipe-Roi, inscribed not on the green bills of the Opéra-Comique, but on the wine-coloured bills of the Comédie-Française, nothing seemed to me to differ more profoundly from the sparkling white plume of the Diamants de la Couronne than the sleek, mysterious satin of the Domino Noir and since my parents had told me that, for my first visit to the theatre, I should have to choose between these two pieces, I would study exhaustively and in turn the title of one and the title of the other for those were all that I knew of either, attempting to snatch from each a foretaste of the pleasure which it offered me, and to compare this pleasure with that latent in the other title, until in the end I had shewn myself such vivid, such compelling pictures of, on the one hand, a play of dazzling arrogance, and on the other a gentle, velvety play, that I was as little capable of deciding which play I should prefer to see as if, at the dinner-table, they had obliged me to choose between rice à l\'Impératrice and the famous cream of chocolate. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0All my conversations with my playfellows bore upon actors, whose art, although as yet I had no experience of it, was the first of all its numberless forms in which Art itself allowed me to anticipate its enjoyment. Between one actor\'s tricks of intonation and inflection and another\'s, the most trifling differences would strike me as being of an incalculable importance. And from what I had been told of them I would arrange them in the order of their talent in lists which I used to murmur to myself all day long: lists which in the end became petrified in my brain and were a source of annoyance to it, being irremovable. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And later, in my schooldays, whenever I ventured in class, when the master\'s head was turned, to communicate with some new friend, I would always begin by asking him whether he had begun yet to go to theatres, and if he agreed that our greatest actor was undoubtedly Got, our second Delaunay, and so on. And if, in his judgment, Febvre came below Thiron, or Delaunay below Coquelin, the sudden volatility which the name of Coquelin, forsaking its stony rigidity, would engender in my mind, in which it moved upwards to the second place, the rich vitality with which the name of Delaunay would suddenly be furnished, to enable it to slip down to fourth, would stimulate and fertilise my brain with a sense of bradding and blossoming life. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But if the thought of actors weighed so upon me, if the sight of Maubant, coming out one afternoon from the Théâtre-Français, had plunged me in the throes and sufferings of hopeless love, how much more did the name of a \'star,\' blazing outside the doors of a theatre, how much more, seen through the window of a brougham which passed me in the street, the hair over her forehead abloom with roses, did the face of a woman who, I would think, was perhaps an actress, leave with me a lasting disturbance, a futile and painful effort to form a picture of her private life. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I classified, in order of talent, the most distinguished: Sarah Bernhardt, Berma, Bartet, Madeleine Brohan, Jeanne Samary; but I was interested in them all. Now my uncle knew many of them personally, and also ladies of another class, not clearly distinguished from actresses in my mind. He used to entertain them at his house. And if we went to see him on certain days only, that was because on the other days ladies might come whom his family could not very well have met. So we at least thought; as for my uncle, his fatal readiness to pay pretty widows who had perhaps never been married and countesses whose high-sounding titles were probably no more than noms de guerre the compliment of presenting them to my grandmother or even of presenting to them some of our family jewels, had already embroiled him more than once with my grandfather. Often, if the name of some actress were mentioned in conversation, I would hear my father say, with a smile, to my mother: One of your uncle\'s friends, and I would think of the weary novitiate through which, perhaps for years on end, a grown man, even a man of real importance, might have to pass, waiting on the doorstep of some such lady, while she refused to answer his letters and made her hall-porter drive him away; and imagine that my uncle was able to dispense a little jackanapes like myself from all these sufferings by introducing me in his own home to the actress, unapproachable by all the world, but for him an intimate friend. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so—on the pretext that some lesson, the hour of which had been altered, now came at such an awkward time that it had already more than once prevented me, and would continue to prevent me, from seeing my uncle—one day, not one of the days which he set apart for our visits, I took advantage of the fact that my parents had had luncheon earlier than usual; I slipped out and, instead of going to read the playbills on their column, for which purpose I was allowed to go out unaccompanied, I ran all the way to his house. I noticed before his door a carriage and pair, with red carnations on the horses\' blinkers and in the coachman\'s buttonhole. As I climbed the staircase I could hear laughter and a woman\'s voice, and, as soon as I had rung, silence and the sound of shutting doors. The man-servant who let me in appeared embarrassed, and said that my uncle was extremely busy and probably could not see me; he went in, however, to announce my arrival, and the same voice I had heard before said: Oh, yes! Do let him come in; just for a moment; it will be so amusing. Is that his photograph there, on your desk? And his mother your niece, isn\'t she? beside it? The image of her, isn\'t he? I should so like to see the little chap, just for a second. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could hear my uncle grumbling and growing angry; finally the manservant told me to come in. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0On the table was the same plate of marchpanes that was always there; my uncle wore the same alpaca coat as on other days; but opposite to him, in a pink silk dress with a great necklace of pearls about her throat, sat a young woman who was just finishing a tangerine. My uncertainty whether I ought to address her as Madame or Mademoiselle made me blush, and not daring to look too much in her direction, in case I should be obliged to speak to her, I hurried across to kiss my uncle. She looked at me and smiled; my uncle said My nephew! without telling her my name or telling me hers, doubtless because, since his difficulties with my grandfather, he had endeavoured as far as possible to avoid any association of his family with this other class of acquaintance. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 How like his mother he is, said the lady. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But you have never seen my niece, except in photographs, my uncle broke in quickly, with a note of anger. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I beg your pardon, dear friend, I passed her on the staircase last year when you were so ill. It is true I only saw her for a moment, and your staircase is rather dark; but I saw well enough to see how lovely she was. This young gentleman has her beautiful eyes, and also this, she went on, tracing a line with one finger across the lower part of her forehead. Tell me, she asked my uncle, is your niece Mme.——; is her name the same as yours? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 He takes most after his father, muttered my uncle, who was no more anxious to effect an introduction by proxy, in repeating Mamma\'s name aloud, than to bring the two together in the flesh. He\'s his father all over, and also like my poor mother. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I have not met his father, dear, said the lady in pink, bowing her head slightly, and I never saw your poor mother. You will remember it was just after your great sorrow that we got to know one another. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt somewhat disillusioned, for this young lady was in no way different from other pretty women whom I had seen from time to time at home, especially the daughter of one of our cousins, to whose house I went every New Year\'s Day. Only better dressed; otherwise my uncle\'s friend had the same quick and kindly glance, the same frank and friendly manner. I could find no trace in her of the theatrical appearance which I admired in photographs of actresses, nothing of the diabolical expression which would have been in keeping with the life she must lead. I had difficulty in believing that this was one of \'those women,\' and certainly I should never have believed her one of the \'smart ones\' had I not seen the carriage and pair, the pink dress, the pearly necklace, had I not been aware, too, that my uncle knew only the very best of them. But I asked myself how the millionaire who gave her her carriage and her flat and her jewels could find any pleasure in flinging his money away upon a woman who had so simple and respectable an appearance. And yet, when I thought of what her life must be like, its immorality disturbed me more, perhaps, than if it had stood before me in some concrete and recognisable form, by its secrecy and invisibility, like the plot of a novel, the hidden truth of a scandal which had driven out of the home of her middle-class parents and dedicated to the service of all mankind which had brought to the flowering-point of her beauty, had raised to fame or notoriety this woman, the play of whose features, the intonations of whose voice, like so many others I already knew, made me regard her, in spite of myself, as a young lady of good family, her who was no longer of a family at all. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We had gone by this time into the \'study,\' and my uncle, who seemed a trifle embarrassed by my presence, offered her a cigarette. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, thank you, dear friend, she said. You know I only smoke the ones the Grand Duke sends me. I tell him that they make you jealous. And she drew from a case cigarettes covered with inscriptions in gold, in a foreign language. Why, yes, she began again suddenly. Of course I have met this young man\'s father with you. Isn\'t he your nephew? How on earth could I have forgotten? He was so nice, so charming to me, she went on, modestly and with feeling. But when I thought to myself what must actually have been the rude greeting which, she made out, had been so charming, I, who knew my father\'s coldness and reserve, was shocked, as though at some indelicacy on his part, at the contrast between the excessive recognition bestowed on it and his never adequate geniality. It has since struck me as one of the most touching aspects of the part played in life by these idle, painstaking women that they devote all their generosity, all their talent, their transferable dreams of sentimental beauty for, like all artists, they never seek to realise the value of those dreams, or to enclose them in the four-square frame of everyday life, and their gold, which counts for little, to the fashioning of a fine and precious setting for the rubbed and scratched and ill-polished lives of men. And just as this one filled the smoking-room, where my uncle was entertaining her in his alpaca coat, with her charming person, her dress of pink silk, her pearls, and the refinement suggested by intimacy with a Grand Duke, so, in the same way, she had taken some casual remark by my father, had worked it up delicately, given it a \'turn,\' a precious title, set in it the gem of a glance from her own eyes, a gem of the first water, blended of humility and gratitude; and so had given it back transformed into a jewel, a work of art, into something altogether charming. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Look here, my boy, it is time you went away, said my uncle. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I rose; I could scarcely resist a desire to kiss the hand of the lady in pink, but I felt that to do so would require as much audacity as a forcible abduction of her. My heart beat loud while I counted out to myself Shall I do it, shall I not? and then I ceased to ask myself what I ought to do so as at least to do something. Blindly, hotly, madly, flinging aside all the reasons I had just found to support such action, I seized and raised to my lips the hand she held out to me. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Isn\'t he delicious! Quite a ladies\' man already; he takes after his uncle. He\'ll be a perfect \'gentleman,\' she went on, setting her teeth so as to give the word a kind of English accentuation. Couldn\'t he come to me some day for \'a cup of tea,\' as our friends across the channel say; he need only send me a \'blue\' in the morning? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had not the least idea of what a \'blue\' might be. I did not understand half the words which the lady used, but my fear lest there should be concealed in them some question which it would be impolite in me not to answer kept me from withdrawing my close attention from them, and I was beginning to feel extremely tired. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, no; it is impossible, said my uncle, shrugging his shoulders. He is kept busy at home all day; he has plenty of work to do. He brings back all the prizes from his school, he added in a lower tone, so that I should not hear this falsehood and interrupt with a contradiction. You can\'t tell; he may turn out a little Victor Hugo, a kind of Vaulabelle, don\'t you know. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, I love artistic people, replied the lady in pink; there is no one like them for understanding women. Them, and really nice men like yourself. But please forgive my ignorance. Who, what is Vaulabelle? Is it those gilt books in the little glass case in your drawing-room? You know you promised to lend them to me; I will take great care of them. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My uncle, who hated lending people books, said nothing, and ushered me out into the hall. Madly in love with the lady in pink, I covered my old uncle\'s tobacco-stained cheeks with passionate kisses, and while he, awkwardly enough, gave me to understand without actually saying that he would rather I did not tell my parents about this visit, I assured him, with tears in my eyes, that his kindness had made so strong an impression upon me that some day I would most certainly find a way of expressing my gratitude. So strong an impression had it made upon me that two hours later, after a string of mysterious utterances which did not strike me as giving my parents a sufficiently clear idea of the new importance with which I had been invested, I found it simpler to let them have a full account, omitting no detail, of the visit I had paid that afternoon. In doing this I had no thought of causing my uncle any unpleasantness. How could I have thought such a thing, since I did not wish it? And I could not suppose that my parents would see any harm in a visit in which I myself saw none. Every day of our lives does not some friend or other ask us to make his apologies, without fail, to some woman to whom he has been prevented from writing; and do not we forget to do so, feeling that this woman cannot attach much importance to a silence which has none for ourselves? I imagined, like everyone else, that the brains of other people were lifeless and submissive receptacles with no power of specific reaction to any stimulus which might be applied to them; and I had not the least doubt that when I deposited in the minds of my parents the news of the acquaintance I had made at my uncle\'s I should at the same time transmit to them the kindly judgment I myself had based on the introduction. Unfortunately my parents had recourse to principles entirely different from those which I suggested they should adopt when they came to form their estimate of my uncle\'s conduct. My father and grandfather had \'words\' with him of a violent order; as I learned indirectly. A few days later, passing my uncle in the street as he drove by in an open carriage, Î felt at once all the grief, the gratitude, the remorse which I should have liked to convey to him. Beside the immensity of these emotions I considered that merely to raise my hat to him would be incongruous and petty, and might make him think that I regarded myself as bound to shew him no more than the commonest form of courtesy. I decided to abstain from so inadequate a gesture, and turned my head away. My uncle thought that, in doing so I was obeying my parents\' orders; he never forgave them; and though he did not die until many years later, not one of us ever set eyes on him again. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so I no longer used to go into the little sitting-room now kept shut of my uncle Adolphe; instead, after hanging about on the outskirts of the back-kitchen until Françoise appeared on its threshold and announced: I am going to let the kitchen-maid serve the coffee and take up the hot water; it is time I went off to Mme. Octave, I would then decide to go indoors, and would go straight upstairs to my room to read. The kitchen-maid was an abstract personality, a permanent institution to which an invariable set of attributes assured a sort of fixity and continuity and identity throughout the long series of transitory human shapes in which that personality was incarnate; for we never found the same girl there two years running. In the year in which we ate such quantities of asparagus, the kitchen-maid whose duty it was to dress them was a poor sickly creature, some way \'gone\' in pregnancy when we arrived at Combray for Easter, and it was indeed surprising that Françoise allowed her to run so many errands in the town and to do so much work in the house, for she was beginning to find a difficulty in bearing before her the mysterious casket, fuller and larger every day, whose splendid outline could be detected through the folds of her ample smocks. These last recalled the cloaks in which Giotto shrouds some of the allegorical figures in his paintings, of which M. Swann had given me photographs. He it was who pointed out the resemblance, and when he inquired after the kitchen-maid he would say: Well, how goes it with Giotto\'s Charity? And indeed the poor girl, whose pregnancy had swelled and stoutened every part of her, even to her face, and the vertical, squared outlines of her cheeks, did distinctly suggest those virgins, so strong and mannish as to seem matrons rather, in whom the Virtues are personified in the Arena Chapel. And I can see now that those Virtues and Vices of Padua resembled her in another respect as well. For just as the figure of this girl had been enlarged by the additional symbol which she carried in her body, without appearing to understand what it meant, without any rendering in her facial expression of all its beauty and spiritual significance, but carried as if it were an ordinary and rather heavy burden, so it is without any apparent suspicion of what she is about that the powerfully built housewife who is portrayed in the Arena beneath the label \'Caritas,\' and a reproduction of whose portrait hung upon the wall of my schoolroom at Combray, incarnates that virtue, for it seems impossible, that any thought of charity can ever have found expression in her vulgar and energetic face. By a fine stroke of the painter\'s invention she is tumbling all the treasures of the earth at her feet, but exactly as if she were treading grapes in a wine-press to extract their juice, or, still more, as if she had climbed on a heap of sacks to raise herself higher; and she is holding out her flaming heart to God, or shall we say \'handing\' it to Him, exactly as a cook might hand up a corkscrew through the skylight of her underground kitchen to some one who had called down to ask her for it from the ground-level above. The \'Invidia,\' again, should have had some look on her face of envy. But in this fresco, too, the symbol occupies so large a place and is represented with such realism; the serpent hissing between the lips of Envy is so huge, and so completely fills her wide-opened mouth that the muscles of her face are strained and contorted, like a child\'s who is filling a balloon with his breath, and that Envy, and we ourselves for that matter, when we look at her, since all her attention and ours are concentrated on the action of her lips, have no time, almost, to spare for envious thoughts. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Despite all the admiration that M. Swann might profess for these figures of Giotto, it was a long time before I could find any pleasure in seeing in our schoolroom where the copies he had brought me were hung that Charity devoid of charity, that Envy who looked like nothing so much as a plate in some medical book, illustrating the compression of the glottis or uvula by a tumour in the tongue, or by the introduction of the operator\'s instrument, a Justice whose greyish and meanly regular features were the very same as those which adorned the faces of certain good and pious and slightly withered ladies of Combray whom I used to see at mass, many of whom had long been enrolled in the reserve forces of Injustice. But in later years I understood that the arresting strangeness, the special beauty of these frescoes lay in the great part played in each of them by its symbols, while the fact that these were depicted, not as symbols for the thought symbolised was nowhere expressed, but as real things, actually felt or materially handled, added something more precise and more literal to their meaning, something more concrete and more striking to the lesson they imparted. And even in the case of the poor kitchen-maid, was not our attention incessantly drawn to her belly by the load which filled it; and in the same way, again, are not the thoughts of men and women in the agony of death often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, internal, intestinal aspect, towards that \'seamy side\' of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, a side which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0There must have been a strong element of reality in those Virtues and Vices of Padua, since they appeared to me to be as much alive as the pregnant servant-girl, while she herself appeared scarcely less allegorical than they. And, quite possibly, this lack or seeming lack of participation by a person\'s soul in the significant marks of its own special virtue has, apart from its aesthetic meaning, a reality which, if not strictly psychological, may at least be called physiognomical. Later on, when, in the course of my life, I have had occasion to meet with, in convents for instance, literally saintly examples of practical charity, they have generally had the brisk, decided, undisturbed, and slightly brutal air of a busy surgeon, the face in which one can discern no commiseration, no tenderness at the sight of suffering humanity, and no fear of hurting it, the face devoid of gentleness or sympathy, the sublime face of true goodness. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Then while the kitchen-maid—who, all unawares, made the superior qualities of Françoise shine with added lustre, just as Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth—took in coffee which according to Mamma was nothing more than hot water, and then carried up to our rooms hot water which was barely tepid, I would be lying stretched out on my bed, a book in my hand, in my room which trembled with the effort to defend its frail, transparent coolness against the afternoon sun, behind its almost closed shutters through which, however, a reflection of the sunlight had contrived to slip in on its golden wings, remaining motionless, between glass and woodwork, in a corner, like a butterfly poised upon a flower. It was hardly light enough for me to read, and my feeling of the day\'s brightness and splendour was derived solely from the blows struck down below, in the Rue de la Curé, by Camus whom Françoise had assured that my aunt was not \'resting\' and that he might therefore make a noise, upon some old packing-cases from which nothing would really be sent flying but the dust, though the din of them, in the resonant atmosphere that accompanies hot weather, seemed to scatter broadcast a rain of blood-red stars; and from the flies who performed for my benefit, in their small concert, as it might be the chamber music of summer; evoking heat and light quite differently from an air of human music which, if you happen to have heard it during a fine summer, will always bring that summer back to your mind, the flies\' music is bound to the season by a closer, a more vital tie—born of sunny days, and not to be reborn but with them, containing something of their essential nature, it not merely calls up their image in our memory, but gives us a guarantee that they do really exist, that they are close around us, immediately accessible. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0This dim freshness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that is to say, equally luminous, and presented to my imagination the entire panorama of summer, which my senses, if I had been out walking, could have tasted and enjoyed in fragments only; and so was quite in harmony with my state of repose, which thanks to the adventures related in my books, which had just excited it bore, like a hand reposing motionless in a stream of running water, the shock and animation of a torrent of activity and life. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But my grandmother, even if the weather, after growing too hot, had broken, and a storm, or just a shower, had burst over us, would come up and beg me to go outside. And as I did not wish to leave off my book, I would go on with it in the garden, under the chestnut-tree, in a little sentry-box of canvas and matting, in the farthest recesses of which I used to sit and feel that I was hidden from the eyes of anyone who might be coming to call upon the family. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then my thoughts, did not they form a similar sort of hiding-hole, in the depths of which I felt that I could bury myself and remain invisible even when I was looking at what went on outside? When I saw any external object, my consciousness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, enclosing it in a slender, incorporeal outline which prevented me from ever coming directly in contact with the material form; for it would volatilise itself in some way before I could touch it, just as an incandescent body which is moved towards something wet never actually touches moisture, since it is always preceded, itself, by a zone of evaporation. Upon the sort of screen, patterned with different states and impressions, which my consciousness would quietly unfold while I was reading, and which ranged from the most deeply hidden aspirations of my heart to the wholly external view of the horizon spread out before my eyes at the foot of the garden, what was from the first the most permanent and the most intimate part of me, the lever whose incessant movements controlled all the rest, was my belief in the philosophic richness and beauty of the book I was reading, and my desire to appropriate these to myself, whatever the book might be. For even if I had purchased it at Combray, having seen it outside Borange\'s, whose grocery lay too far from our house for Françoise to be able to deal there, as she did with Camus, but who enjoyed better custom as a stationer and bookseller; even if I had seen it, tied with string to keep it in its place in the mosaic of monthly parts and pamphlets which adorned either side of his doorway, a doorway more mysterious, more teeming with suggestion than that of a cathedral, I should have noticed and bought it there simply because I had recognised it as a book which had been well spoken of, in my hearing, by the school-master or the school-friend who, at that particular time, seemed to me to be entrusted with the secret of Truth and Beauty, things half-felt by me, half-incomprehensible, the full understanding of which was the vague but permanent object of my thoughts. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next to this central belief, which, while I was reading, would be constantly a motion from my inner self to the outer world, towards the discovery of Truth, came the emotions aroused in me by the action in which I would be taking part, for these afternoons were crammed with more dramatic and sensational events than occur, often, in a whole lifetime. These were the events which took place in the book I was reading. It is true that the people concerned in them were not what Françoise would have called \'real people.\' But none of the feelings which the joys or misfortunes of a \'real\' person awaken in us can be awakened except through a mental picture of those joys or misfortunes; and the ingenuity of the first novelist lay in his understanding that, as the picture was the one essential element in the complicated structure of our emotions, so that simplification of it which consisted in the suppression, pure and simple, of \'real\' people would be a decided improvement. A \'real\' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, he remains opaque, offers a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift. If some misfortune comes to him, it is only in one small section of the complete idea we have of him that we are capable of feeling any emotion; indeed it is only in one small section of the complete idea he has of himself that he is capable of feeling any emotion either. The novelist\'s happy discovery was to think of substituting for those opaque sections, impenetrable by the human spirit, their equivalent in immaterial sections, things, that is, which the spirit can assimilate to itself. After which it matters not that the actions, the feelings of this new order of creatures appear to us in the guise of truth, since we have made them our own, since it is in ourselves that they are happening, that they are holding in thrall, while we turn over, feverishly, the pages of the book, our quickened breath and staring eyes. And once the novelist has brought us to that state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes to disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid, and of a more lasting impression than those which come to us in sleep; why, then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world, a few of which, only, we should have to spend years of our actual life in getting to know, and the keenest, the most intense of which would never have been revealed to us because the slow course of their development stops our perception of them. It is the same in life; the heart changes, and that is our worst misfortune; but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next to, but distinctly less intimate a part of myself than this human element, would come the view, more or less projected before my eyes, of the country in which the action of the story was taking place, which made a far stronger impression on my mind than the other, the actual landscape which would meet my eyes when I raised them from my book. In this way, for two consecutive summers I used to sit in the heat of our Combray garden, sick with a longing inspired by the book I was then reading for a land of mountains and rivers, where I could see an endless vista of sawmills, where beneath the limpid currents fragments of wood lay mouldering in beds of watercress; and nearby, rambling and clustering along low walls, purple flowers and red. And since there was always lurking in my mind the dream of a woman who would enrich me with her love, that dream in those two summers used to be quickened with the freshness and coolness of running water; and whoever she might be, the woman whose image I called to mind, purple flowers and red would at once spring up on either side of her like complementary colours. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was not only because an image of which we dream remains for ever distinguished, is adorned and enriched by the association of colours not its own which may happen to surround it in our mental picture; for the scenes in the books I read were to me not merely scenery more vividly portrayed by my imagination than any which Combray could spread before my eyes but otherwise of the same kind. Because of the selection that the author had made of them, because of the spirit of faith in which my mind would exceed and anticipate his printed word, as it might be interpreting a revelation, these scenes used to give me the impression—one which I hardly ever derived from any place in which I might happen to be, and never from our garden, that undistinguished product of the strictly conventional fantasy of the gardener whom my grandmother so despised—of their being actually part of Nature herself, and worthy to be studied and explored. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Had my parents allowed me, when I read a book, to pay a visit to the country it described, I should have felt that I was making an enormous advance towards the ultimate conquest of truth. For even if we have the sensation of being always enveloped in, surrounded by our own soul, still it does not seem a fixed and immovable prison; rather do we seem to be borne away with it, and perpetually struggling to pass beyond it, to break out into the world, with a perpetual discouragement as we hear endlessly, all around us, that unvarying sound which is no echo from without, but the resonance of a vibration from within. We try to discover in things, endeared to us on that account, the spiritual glamour which we ourselves have cast upon them; we are disillusioned, and learn that they are in themselves barren and devoid of the charm which they owed, in our minds, to the association of certain ideas; sometimes we mobilise all our spiritual forces in a glittering array so as to influence and subjugate other human beings who, as we very well know, are situated outside ourselves, where we can never reach them. And so, if I always imagined the woman I loved as in a setting of whatever places I most longed, at the time, to visit; if in my secret longings it was she who attracted me to them, who opened to me the gate of an unknown world, that was not by the mere hazard of a simple association of thoughts; no, it was because my dreams of travel and of love were only moments—which I isolate artificially to-day as though I were cutting sections, at different heights, in a jet of water, rainbow-flashing but seemingly without flow or motion—were only drops in a single, undeviating, irresistible outrush of all the forces of my life. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, as I continue to trace the outward course of these impressions from their close-packed intimate source in my consciousness, and before I come to the horizon of reality which envelops them, I discover pleasures of another kind, those of being comfortably seated, of tasting the good scent on the air, of not being disturbed by any visitor; and, when an hour chimed from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire, of watching what was already spent of the afternoon fall drop by drop until I heard the last stroke which enabled me to add up the total sum, after which the silence that followed seemed to herald the beginning, in the blue sky above me, of that long part of the day still allowed me for reading, until the good dinner which Françoise was even now preparing should come to strengthen and refresh me after the strenuous pursuit of its hero through the pages of my book. And, as each hour struck, it would seem to me that a few seconds only had passed since the hour before; the latest would inscribe itself, close to its predecessor, on the sky\'s surface, and I would be unable to believe that sixty minutes could be squeezed into the tiny arc of blue which was comprised between their two golden figures. Sometimes it would even happen that this precocious hour would sound two strokes more than the last; there must then have been an hour which I had not heard strike; something which had taken place had not taken place for me; the fascination of my book, a magic as potent as the deepest slumber, had stopped my enchanted ears and had obliterated the sound of that golden bell from the azure surface of the enveloping silence. Sweet Sunday afternoons beneath the chestnut-tree in our Combray garden, from which I was careful to eliminate every commonplace incident of my actual life, replacing them by a career of strange adventures and ambitions in a land watered by living streams, you still recall those adventures and ambitions to my mind when I think of you, and you embody and preserve them by virtue of having little by little drawn round and enclosed them while I went on with my book and the heat of the day declined in the gradual crystallisation, slowly altering in form and dappled with a pattern of chestnut-leaves, of your silent, sonorous, fragrant, limpid hours. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes I would be torn from my book, in the middle of the afternoon, by the gardener\'s daughter, who came running like a mad thing, overturning an orange-tree in its tub, cutting a finger, breaking a tooth, and screaming out They\'re coming, they\'re coming! so that Françoise and I should run too and not miss anything of the show. That was on days when the cavalry stationed in Combray went out for some military exercise, going as a rule by the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde. While our servants, sitting in a row on their chairs outside the garden railings, stared at the people of Combray taking their Sunday walks and were stared at in return, the gardener\'s daughter, through the gap which there was between two houses far away in the Avenue de la Gare, would have spied the glitter of helmets. The servants then hurried in with their chairs, for when the troopers filed through the Rue Sainte-Hildegarde they filled it from side to side, and their jostling horses scraped against the walls of the houses, covering and drowning the pavements like banks which present too narrow a channel to a river in flood. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Poor children, Françoise would exclaim, in tears almost before she had reached the railings; poor boys, to be mown down like grass in a meadow. It\'s just shocking to think of, she would go on, laying a hand over her heart, where presumably she had felt the shock. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 A fine sight, isn\'t it, Mme. Françoise, all these young fellows not caring two straws for their lives? the gardener would ask, just to \'draw\' her. And he would not have spoken in vain. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Not caring for their lives, is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it\'s not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time? Oh dear, oh dear; you\'re right all the same; it\'s quite true, they don\'t care! I can remember them in \'70; in those wretched wars they\'ve no fear of death left in them; they\'re nothing more nor less than madmen; and then they aren\'t worth the price of a rope to hang them with; they\'re not men any more, they\'re lions. For by her way of thinking, to compare a man with a lion, which she used to pronounce \'lie-on,\' was not at all complimentary to the man. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Rue Sainte-Hildegarde turned too sharply for us to be able to see people approaching at any distance, and it was only through the gap between those two houses in the Avenue de la Gare that we could still make out fresh helmets racing along towards us, and flashing in the sunlight. The gardener wanted to know whether there were still many to come, and he was thirsty besides, with the sun beating down upon his head. So then, suddenly, his daughter would leap out, as though from a beleaguered city, would make a sortie, turn the street corner, and, having risked her life a hundred times over, reappear and bring us, with a jug of liquorice-water, the news that there were still at least a thousand of them, pouring along without a break from the direction of Thiberzy and Méséglise. Françoise and the gardener, having \'made up\' their difference, would discuss the line to be followed in case of war. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Don\'t you see, Françoise, he would say. Revolution would be better, because then no one would need to join in unless he liked. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, yes, I can see that, certainly; it\'s more straightforward. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The gardener believed that, as soon as war was declared, they would stop all the railways. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Yes, to be sure; so that we sha\'n\'t get away, said Françoise. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And the gardener would assent, with Ay, they\'re the cunning ones, for he would not allow that war was anything but a kind of trick which the state attempted to play on the people, or that there was a man in the world who would not run away from it if he had the chance to do so. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Françoise would hasten back to my aunt, and I would return to my book, and the servants would take their places again outside the gate to watch the dust settle on the pavement, and the excitement caused by the passage of the soldiers subside. Long after order had been restored, an abnormal tide of humanity would continue to darken the streets of Corn-bray. And in front of every house, even of those where it was not, as a rule, \'done,\' the servants, and sometimes even the masters would sit and stare, festooning their doorsteps with a dark, irregular fringe, like the border of shells and sea-weed which a stronger tide than usual leaves on the beach, as though trimming it with embroidered crape, when the sea itself has retreated. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Except on such days as these, however, I would as a rule be left to read in peace. But the interruption which a visit from Swann once made, and the commentary which he then supplied to the course of my reading, which had brought me to the work of an author quite new to me, called Bergotte, had this definite result that for a long time afterwards it was not against a wall gay with spikes of purple blossom, but on a wholly different background, the porch of a gothic cathedral, that I would see outlined the figure of one of the women of whom I dreamed. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had heard Bergotte spoken of, for the first time, by a friend older than myself, for whom I had a strong admiration, a precious youth of the name of Bloch. Hearing me confess my love of the Nuit d\'Octobre, he had burst out in a bray of laughter, like a bugle-call, and told me, by way of warning: You must conquer your vile taste for A. de Musset, Esquire. He is a bad egg, one of the very worst, a pretty detestable specimen. I am bound to admit, natheless, he added graciously, that he, and even the man Racine, did, each of them, once in his life, compose a line which is not only fairly rhythmical, but has also what is in my eyes the supreme merit of meaning absolutely nothing. One is \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0La blanche Oloossone et la blanche Camire \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And the other \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0La fille de Minos et de Pasiphaë. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0They were submitted to my judgment, as evidence for the defence of the two runagates, in an article by my very dear master Father Lecomte, who is found pleasing in the sight of the immortal gods. By which token, here is a book which I have not the time, just now, to read, a book recommended, it would seem, by that colossal fellow. He regards, or so they tell me, its author, one Bergotte, Esquire, as a subtle scribe, more subtle, indeed, than any beast of the field; and, albeit he exhibits on occasion a critical pacifism, a tenderness in suffering fools, for which it is impossible to account, and hard to make allowance, still his word has weight with me as it were the Delphic Oracle. Read you then this lyrical prose, and, if the Titanic master-builder of rhythm who composed Bhagavat and the Lévrier de Magnus speaks not falsely, then, by Apollo, you may taste, even you, my master, the ambrosial joys of Olympus. It was in an ostensible vein of sarcasm that he had asked me to call him, and that he himself called me, my master. But, as a matter of fact, we each derived a certain amount of satisfaction from the mannerism, being still at the age in which one believes that one gives a thing real existence by giving it a name. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Unfortunately I was not able to set at rest, by further talks with Bloch, in which I might have insisted upon an explanation, the doubts he had engendered in me when he told me that fine lines of poetry from which I, if you please, expected nothing less than the revelation of truth itself were all the finer if they meant absolutely nothing. For, as it happened, Bloch was not invited to the house again. At first, he had been well received there. It is true that my grandfather made out that, whenever I formed a strong attachment to any one of my friends and brought him home with me, that friend was invariably a Jew; to which he would not have objected on principle—indeed his own friend Swann was of Jewish extraction—had he not found that the Jews whom I chose as friends were not usually of the best type. And so I was hardly ever able to bring a new friend home without my grandfather\'s humming the O, God of our fathers from La Juive, or else Israel, break thy chain, singing the tune alone, of course, to an um-ti-tum-ti-tum, tra-la ; but I used to be afraid of my friend\'s recognising the sound, and so being able to reconstruct the words. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Before seeing them, merely on hearing their names, about which, as often as not, there was nothing particularly Hebraic, he would divine not only the Jewish origin of such of my friends as might indeed be of the chosen people, but even some dark secret which was hidden in their family. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 And what do they call your friend who is coming this evening? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Dumont, grandpapa. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Dumont! Oh, I\'m frightened of Dumont. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And he would sing: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Archers, be on your guard!\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Watch without rest, without sound. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, after a few adroit questions on points of detail, he would call out On guard! on guard, or, if it were the victim himself who had already arrived, and had been obliged, unconsciously, by my grandfather\'s subtle examination, to admit his origin, then my grandfather, to shew us that he had no longer any doubts, would merely look at us, humming almost inaudibly the air of \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 What! do you hither guide the feet\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Of this timid Israelite? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Or of \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Sweet vale of Hebron, dear paternal fields \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Or, perhaps, of \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Yes, I am of the chosen race \n\xa0\xa0\xa0These little eccentricities on my grandfather\'s part implied no ill-will whatsoever towards my friends. But Bloch had displeased my family for other reasons. He had begun by annoying my father, who, seeing him come in with wet clothes, had asked him with keen interest: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Why, M. Bloch, is there a change in the weather; has it been raining? I can\'t understand it; the barometer has been \'set fair.\' \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Which drew from Bloch nothing more instructive than Sir, I am absolutely incapable of telling you whether it has rained. I live so resolutely apart from physical contingencies that my senses no longer trouble to inform me of them. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 My poor boy, said my father after Bloch had gone, your friend is out of his mind. Why, he couldn\'t even tell me what the weather was like. As if there could be anything more interesting! He is an imbecile. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next, Bloch had displeased my grandmother because, after luncheon, when she complained of not feeling very well, he had stifled a sob and wiped the tears from his eyes. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 You cannot imagine that he is sincere, she observed to me. Why he doesn\'t know me. Unless he\'s mad, of course. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And finally he had upset the whole household when he arrived an hour and a half late for luncheon and covered with mud from head to foot, and made not the least apology, saying merely: I never allow myself to be influenced in the smallest degree either by atmospheric disturbances or by the arbitrary divisions of what is known as Time. I would willingly reintroduce to society the opium pipe of China or the Malayan kriss, but I am wholly and entirely without instruction in those infinitely more pernicious besides being quite bleakly bourgeois implements, the umbrella and the watch. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In spite of all this he would still have been received at Combray. He was, of course, hardly the friend my parents would have chosen for me; they had, in the end, decided that the tears which he had shed on hearing of my grandmother\'s illness were genuine enough; but they knew, either instinctively or from their own experience, that our early impulsive emotions have but little influence over our later actions and the conduct of our lives; and that regard for moral obligations, loyalty to our friends, patience in finishing our work, obedience to a rule of life, have a surer foundation in habits solidly formed and blindly followed than in these momentary transports, ardent but sterile. They would have preferred to Bloch, as companions for myself, boys who would have given me no more than it is proper, by all the laws of middle-class morality, for boys to give one another, who would not unexpectedly send me a basket of fruit because they happened, that morning, to have thought of me with affection, but who, since they were incapable of inclining in my favour, by any single impulse of their imagination and emotions, the exact balance of the duties and claims of friendship, were as incapable of loading the scales to my prejudice. Even the injuries we do them will not easily divert from the path of their duty towards us those conventional natures of which my great-aunt furnished a type: who, after quarrelling for years with a niece, to whom she never spoke again, yet made no change in the will in which she had left that niece the whole of her fortune, because she was her next-of-kin, and it was the \'proper thing\' to do. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But I was fond of Bloch; my parents wished me to be happy; and the insoluble problems which I set myself on such texts as the \'absolutely meaningless\' beauty of La fille de Minos et de Pasiphaëtired me more and made me more unwell than I should have been after further talks with him, unwholesome as those talks might seem to my mother\'s mind. And he would still have been received at Combray but for one thing. That same night, after dinner, having informed me a piece of news which had a great influence on my later life, making it happier at one time and then more unhappy that no woman ever thought of anything but love, and that there was not one of them whose resistance a man could not overcome, he had gone on to assure me that he had heard it said on unimpeachable authority that my great-aunt herself had led a \'gay\' life in her younger days, and had been notoriously \'kept.\' I could not refrain from passing on so important a piece of information to my parents; the next time Bloch called he was not admitted, and afterwards, when I met him in the street, he greeted me with extreme coldness. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But in the matter of Bergotte he had spoken truly. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0For the first few days, like a tune which will be running in one\'s head and maddening one soon enough, but of which one has not for the moment \'got hold,\' the things I was to love so passionately in Bergotte\'s style had not yet caught my eye. I could not, it is true, lay down the novel of his which I was reading, but I fancied that I was interested in the story alone, as in the first dawn of love, when we go every day to meet a woman at some party or entertainment by the charm of which we imagine it is that we are attracted. Then I observed the rare, almost archaic phrases which he liked to employ at certain points, where a hidden flow of harmony, a prelude contained and concealed in the work itself would animate and elevate his style; and it was at such points as these, too, that he would begin to speak of the vain dream of life, of the inexhaustible torrent of fair forms, of the sterile, splendid torture of understanding and loving, of the moving effigies which ennoble for all time the charming and venerable fronts of our cathedrals ; that he would express a whole system of philosophy, new to me, by the use of marvellous imagery, to the inspiration of which I would naturally have ascribed that sound of harping which began to chime and echo in my ears, an accompaniment to which that imagery added something ethereal and sublime. One of these passages of Bergotte, the third or fourth which I had detached from the rest, filled me with a joy to which the meagre joy I had tasted in the first passage bore no comparison, a joy which I felt myself to have experienced in some innermost chamber of my soul, deep, undivided, vast, from which all obstructions and partitions seemed to have been swept away. For what had happened was that, while I recognised in this passage the same taste for uncommon phrases, the same bursts of music, the same idealist philosophy which had been present in the earlier passages without my having taken them into account as the source of my pleasure, I now no longer had the impression of being confronted by a particular passage in one of Bergotte\'s works, which traced a purely bi-dimensional figure in outline upon the surface of my mind, but rather of the \'ideal passage\' of Bergotte, common to every one of his books, and to which all the earlier, similar passages, now becoming merged in it, had added a kind of density and volume, by which my own understanding seemed to be enlarged. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was by no means Bergotte\'s sole admirer; he was the favourite writer also of a friend of my mother\'s, a highly literary lady; while Dr. du Boulbon had kept all his patients waiting until he finished Bergotte\'s latest volume; and it was from his consulting room, and from a house in a park near Combray that some of the first seeds were scattered of that taste for Bergotte, a rare-growth in those days, but now so universally acclimatised that one finds it flowering everywhere throughout Europe and America, and even in the tiniest villages, rare still in its refinement, but in that alone. What my mother\'s friend, and, it would seem, what Dr. du Boulbon liked above all in the writings of Bergotte was just what I liked, the same flow of melody, the same old-fashioned phrases, and certain others, quite simple and familiar, but so placed by him, in such prominence, as to hint at a particular quality of taste on his part; and also, in the sad parts of his books, a sort of roughness, a tone that was almost harsh. And he himself, no doubt, realised that these were his principal attractions. For in his later books, if he had hit upon some great truth, or upon the name of an historic cathedral, he would break off his narrative, and in an invocation, an apostrophe, a lengthy prayer, would give a free outlet to that effluence which, in the earlier volumes, remained buried beneath the form of his prose, discernible only in a rippling of its surface, and perhaps even more delightful, more harmonious when it was thus veiled from the eye, when the reader could give no precise indication of where the murmur of the current began, or of where it died away. These passages in which he delighted were our favourites also. For my own part I knew all of them by heart. I felt even disappointed when he resumed the thread of his narrative. Whenever he spoke of something whose beauty had until then remained hidden from me, of pine-forests or of hailstorms, of Notre-Dame de Paris, of Athalie, or of Phèdre, by some piece of imagery he would make their beauty explode and drench me with its essence. And so, dimly realising that the universe contained innumerable elements which my feeble senses would be powerless to discern, did he not bring them within my reach, I wished that I might have his opinion, some metaphor of his, upon everything in the world, and especially upon such things as I might have an opportunity, some day, of seeing for myself; and among such things, more particularly still upon some of the historic buildings of France, upon certain views of the sea, because the emphasis with which, in his books, he referred to these shewed that he regarded them as rich in significance and beauty. But, alas, upon almost everything in the world his opinion was unknown to me. I had no doubt that it would differ entirely from my own, since his came down from an unknown sphere towards which I was striving to raise myself; convinced that my thoughts would have seemed pure foolishness to that perfected spirit, I had so completely obliterated them all that, if I happened to find in one of his books something which had already occurred to my own mind, my heart would swell with gratitude and pride as though some deity had, in his infinite bounty, restored it to me, had pronounced it to be beautiful and right. It happened now and then that a page of Bergotte would express precisely those ideas which I used often at night, when I was unable to sleep, to write to my grandmother and mother, and so concisely and well that his page had the appearance of a collection of mottoes for me to set at the head of my letters. And so too, in later years, when I began to compose a book of my own, and the quality of some of my sentences seemed so inadequate that I could not make up my mind to go on with the undertaking, I would find the equivalent of my sentences in Bergotte\'s. But it was only then, when I read them in his pages, that I could enjoy them; when it was I myself who composed them, in my anxiety that they should exactly reproduce what I seemed to have detected in my mind, and in my fear of their not turning out \'true to life,\' I had no time to ask myself whether what I was writing would be pleasant to read! But indeed there was no kind of language, no kind of ideas which I really liked, except these. My feverish and unsatisfactory attempts were themselves a token of my love, a love which brought me no pleasure, but was, for all that, intense and deep. And so, when I came suddenly upon similar phrases in the writings of another, that is to say stripped of their familiar accompaniment of scruples and repressions and self-tormentings, I was free to indulge to the full my own appetite for such things, just as a cook who, once in a while, has no dinner to prepare for other people, can then find time to gormandise himself. And so, when I had found, one day, in a book by Bergotte, some joke about an old family servant, to which his solemn and magnificent style added a great deal of irony, but which was in principle what I had often said to my grandmother about Françoise, and when, another time, I had discovered that he thought not unworthy of reflection in one of those mirrors of absolute Truth which were his writings, a remark similar to one which I had had occasion to make on our friend M. Legrandin and, moreover, my remarks on Françoise and M. Legrandin were among those which I would most resolutely have sacrificed for Bergotte\'s sake, in the belief that he would find them quite without interest; then it was suddenly revealed to me that my own humble existence and the Realms of Truth were less widely separated than I had supposed, that at certain points they were actually in contact; and in my new-found confidence and joy I wept upon his printed page, as in the arms of a long-lost father. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0From his books I had formed an impression of Bergotte as a frail and disappointed old man, who had lost his children, and had never found any consolation. And so I would read, or rather sing his sentences in my brain, with rather more dolce, rather more lento than he himself had, perhaps, intended, and his simplest phrase would strike my ears with something peculiarly gentle and loving in its intonation. More than anything else in the world I cherished his philosophy, and had pledged myself to it in lifelong devotion. It made me impatient to reach the age when I should be eligible to attend the class at school called \'Philosophy.\' I did not wish to learn or do anything else there, but simply to exist and be guided entirely by the mind of Bergotte, and, if I had been told then that the metaphysicians whom I was actually to follow there resembled him in nothing, I should have been struck down by the despair a young lover feels who has sworn lifelong fidelity, when a friend speaks to him of the other mistresses he will have in time to come. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0One Sunday, while I was reading in the garden, I was interrupted by Swann, who had come to call upon my parents. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 What are you reading? May I look? Why, it\'s Bergotte! Who has been telling you about him? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I replied that Bloch was responsible. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, yes, that boy I saw here once, who looks so like the Bellini portrait of Mahomet II. It\'s an astonishing likeness; he has the same arched eyebrows and hooked nose and prominent cheekbones. When his beard comes he\'ll be Mahomet himself. Anyhow he has good taste, for Bergotte is a charming creature. And seeing how much I seemed to admire Bergotte, Swann, who never spoke at all about the people he knew, made an exception in my favour and said: I know him well; if you would like him to write a few words on the title-page of your book I could ask him for you. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I dared not accept such an offer, but bombarded Swann with questions about his friend. Can you tell me, please, who is his favourite actor? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Actor? No, I can\'t say. But I do know this: there\'s not a man on the stage whom he thinks equal to Berma; he puts her above everyone. Have you seen her? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, sir, my parents do not allow me to go to the theatre. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 That is a pity. You should insist. Berma in Phèdre, in the Cid; well, she\'s only an actress, if you like, but you know that I don\'t believe very much in the \'hierarchy\' of the arts. As he spoke I noticed, what had often struck me before in his conversations with my grandmother\'s sisters, that whenever he spoke of serious matters, whenever he used an expression which seemed to imply a definite opinion upon some important subject, he would take care to isolate, to sterilise it by using a special intonation, mechanical and ironic, as though he had put the phrase or word between inverted commas, and was anxious to disclaim any personal responsibility for it; as who should say the \'hierarchy,\' don\'t you know, as silly people call it. But then, if it was so absurd, why did he say the \'hierarchy\'? A moment later he went on: Her acting will give you as noble an inspiration as any masterpiece of art in the world, as—oh, I don\'t know— and he began to laugh, shall we say the Queens of Chartres? Until then I had supposed that his horror of having to give a serious opinion was something Parisian and refined, in contrast to the provincial dogmatism of my grandmother\'s sisters; and I had imagined also that it was characteristic of the mental attitude towards life of the circle in which Swann moved, where, by a natural reaction from the \'lyrical\' enthusiasms of earlier generations, an excessive importance was given to small and precise facts, formerly regarded as vulgar, and anything in the nature of \'phrase-making\' was banned. But now I found myself slightly shocked by this attitude which Swann invariably adopted when face to face with generalities. He appeared unwilling to risk even having an opinion, and to be at his ease only when he could furnish, with meticulous accuracy, some precise but unimportant detail. But in so doing he did not take into account that even here he was giving an opinion, holding a brief as they say for something, that the accuracy of his details had an importance of its own. I thought again of the dinner that night, when I had been so unhappy because Mamma would not be coming up to my room, and when he had dismissed the balls given by the Princesse de Léon as being of no importance. And yet it was to just that sort of amusement that he was devoting his life. For what other kind of existence did he reserve the duties of saying in all seriousness what he thought about things, of formulating judgments which he would not put between inverted commas; and when would he cease to give himself up to occupations of which at the same, time he made out that they were absurd? I noticed, too, in the manner in which Swann spoke to me of Bergotte, something which, to do him justice, was not peculiar to himself, but was shared by all that writer\'s admirers at that time, at least by my mother\'s friend and by Dr. du Boulbon. Like Swann, they would say of Bergotte: He has a charming mind, so individual, he has a way of his own of saying things, which is a little far-fetched, but so pleasant. You never need to look for his name on the title-page, you can tell his work at once. But none of them had yet gone so far as to say He is a great writer, he has great talent. They did not even credit him with talent at all. They did not speak, because they were not aware of it. We are very slow in recognising in the peculiar physiognomy of a new writer the type which is labelled \'great talent\' in our museum of general ideas. Simply because that physiognomy is new and strange, we can find in it no resemblance to what we are accustomed to call talent. We say rather originality, charm, delicacy, strength; and then one day we add up the sum of these, and find that it amounts simply to talent. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Are there any books in which Bergotte has written about Berma? I asked M. Swann. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I think he has, in that little essay on Racine, but it must be out of print. Still, there has perhaps been a second impression. I will find out. Anyhow, I can ask Bergotte himself all that you want to know next time he comes to dine with us. He never misses a week, from one year\'s end to another. He is my daughter\'s greatest friend. They go about together, and look at old towns and cathedrals and castles. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0As I was still completely ignorant of the different grades in the social hierarchy, the fact that my father found it impossible for us to see anything of Swann\'s wife and daughter had, for a long time, had the contrary effect of making me imagine them as separated from us by an enormous gulf, which greatly enhanced their dignity and importance in my eyes. I was sorry that my mother did not dye her hair and redden her lips, as I had heard our neighbour, Mme. Sazerat, say that Mme. Swann did, to gratify not her husband but M. de Charlus; and I felt that, to her, we must be an object of scorn, which distressed me particularly on account of the daughter, such a pretty little girl, as I had heard, and one of whom I used often to dream, always imagining her with the same features and appearance, which I bestowed upon her quite arbitrarily, but with a charming effect. But from this afternoon, when I had learned that Mile. Swann was a creature living in such rare and fortunate circumstances, bathed, as in her natural element, in such a sea of privilege that, if she should ask her parents whether anyone were coming to dinner, she would be answered in those two syllables, radiant with celestial light, would hear the name of that golden guest who was to her no more than an old friend of her family, Bergotte; that for her the intimate conversation at table, corresponding to what my great-aunt\'s conversation was for me, would be the words of Bergotte upon all those subjects which he had not been able to take up in his writings, and on which I would fain have heard him utter oracles; and that, above all, when she went to visit other towns, he would be walking by her side, unrecognised and glorious, like the gods who came down, of old, from heaven to dwell among mortal men: then I realised both the rare worth of a creature such as Mile. Swann, and, at the same time, how coarse and ignorant I should appear to her; and I felt so keenly how pleasant and yet how impossible it would be for me to become her friend that I was filled at once with longing and with despair. And usually, from this time forth, when I thought of her, I would see her standing before the porch of a cathedral, explaining to me what each of the statues meant, and, with a smile which was my highest commendation, presenting me, as her friend, to Bergotte. And invariably the charm of all the fancies which the thought of cathedrals used to inspire in me, the charm of the hills and valleys of the He de France and of the plains of Normandy, would radiate brightness and beauty over the picture I had formed in my mind of Mile. Swann; nothing more remained but to know and to love her. Once we believe that a fellow-creature has a share in some unknown existence to which that creature\'s love for ourselves can win us admission, that is, of all the preliminary conditions which Love exacts, the one to which he attaches most importance, the one which makes him generous or indifferent as to the rest. Even those women who pretend that they judge a man by his exterior only, see in that exterior an emanation from some special way of life. And that is why they fall in love with a soldier or a fireman, whose uniform makes them less particular about his face; they kiss and believe that beneath the crushing breastplate there beats a heart different from the rest, more gallant, more adventurous, more tender; and so it is that a young king or a crown prince may travel in foreign countries and make the most gratifying conquests, and yet lack entirely that regular and classic profile which would be indispensable, I dare say, in an outside-broker. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0While I was reading in the garden, a thing my great-aunt would never have understood my doing save on a Sunday, that being the day on which it was unlawful to indulge in any serious occupation, and on which she herself would lay aside her sewing on a week-day she would have said, How you can go on amusing yourself with a book; it isn\'t Sunday, you know! putting into the word \'amusing\' an implication of childishness and waste of time, my aunt Léonie would be gossiping with Françoise until it was time for Eulalie to arrive. She would tell her that she had just seen Mme. Goupil go by without an umbrella, in the silk dress she had made for her the other day at Châteaudun. If she has far to go before vespers, she may get it properly soaked. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Very likely which meant also very likely not was the answer, for Françoise did not wish definitely to exclude the possibility of a happier alternative \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There, now, went on my aunt, beating her brow, that reminds me that I never heard if she got to church this morning before the Elevation. I must remember to ask Eulalie... Françoise, just look at that black cloud behind the steeple, and how poor the light is on the slates, you may be certain it will rain before the day is out. It couldn\'t possibly keep on like this, it\'s been too hot. And the sooner the better, for until the storm breaks my Vichy water won\'t \'go down,\' she concluded, since, in her mind, the desire to accelerate the digestion of her Vichy water was of infinitely greater importance than her fear of seeing Mme. Goupil\'s new dress ruined. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Very likely. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 And you know that when it rains in the Square there\'s none too much shelter. Suddenly my aunt turned pale. What, three o\'clock! she exclaimed. But vespers will have begun already, and I\'ve forgotten my pepsin! Now I know why that Vichy water has been lying on my stomach. And falling precipitately upon a prayer-book bound in purple velvet, with gilt clasps, out of which in her haste she let fall a shower of the little pictures, each in a lace fringe of yellowish paper, which she used to mark the places of the greater feasts of the church, my aunt, while she swallowed her drops, began at full speed to mutter the words of the sacred text, its meaning being slightly clouded in her brain by the uncertainty whether the pepsin, when taken so long after the Vichy, would still be able to overtake it and to \'send it down.\' Three o\'clock! It\'s unbelievable how time flies. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There, Françoise, what did I tell you? How it\'s coming down! But I think I heard the bell at the garden gate: go along and see who can be outside in this weather. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise went and returned. It\'s Mme. Amédée my grandmother. She said she was going for a walk. It\'s raining hard, all the same. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I\'m not at all surprised, said my aunt, looking up towards the sky. I\'ve always said that she was not in the least like other people. Well, I\'m glad it\'s she and not myself who\'s outside in all this. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Mme. Amédée is always the exact opposite of the rest, said Françoise, not unkindly, refraining until she should be alone with the other servants from stating her belief that my grandmother was \'a bit off her head.\' \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There\'s Benediction over! Eulalie will never come now, sighed my aunt. It will be the weather that\'s frightened her away. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But it\'s not five o\'clock yet, Mme. Octave, it\'s only half-past four. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Only half-past four! And here am I, obliged to draw back the small curtains, just to get a tiny streak of daylight. At half-past four! Only a week before the Rogation-days. Ah, my poor Françoise, the dear Lord must be sorely vexed with us. The world is going too far in these days. As my poor Octave used to say, we have forgotten God too often, and He is taking vengeance upon us. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0A bright flush animated my aunt\'s cheeks; it was Eulalie. As ill luck would have it, scarcely had she been admitted to the presence when Françoise reappeared and, with a smile which was meant to indicate her full participation in the pleasure which, she had no doubt, her tidings would give my aunt, articulating each syllable so as to shew that, in spite of her having to translate them into indirect speech, she was repeating, as a good servant should, the very words which the new visitor had condescended to use, said: His reverence the Curé would be delighted, enchanted, if Mme. Octave is not resting just now, and could see him. His reverence does not wish to disturb Mme. Octave. His reverence is downstairs; I told him to go into the parlour. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Had the truth been known, the Curé\'s visits gave my aunt no such ecstatic pleasure as Françoise supposed, and the air of jubilation with which she felt bound to illuminate her face whenever she had to announce his arrival, did not altogether correspond to what was felt by her invalid. The Curé an excellent man, with whom I am sorry now that I did not converse more often, for, even if he cared nothing for the arts, he knew a great many etymologies, being in the habit of shewing distinguished visitors over his church he had even planned to compile a history of the Parish of Com-bray, used to weary her with his endless explanations, which, incidentally, never varied in the least degree. But when his visit synchronized exactly with Eulalie\'s it became frankly distasteful to my aunt. She would have preferred to make the most of Eulalie, and not to have had the whole of her circle about her at one time. But she dared not send the Curé away, and had to content herself with making a sign to Eulalie not to leave when he did, so that she might have her to herself for a little after he had gone. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 What is this I have been hearing, Father, that a painter has set up his easel in your church, and is copying one of the windows? Old as I am, I can safely say that I have never even heard of such a thing in all my life! What is the world coming to next, I wonder! And the ugliest thing in the whole church, too. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I will not go so far as to say that it is quite the ugliest, for, although there are certain things in Saint-Hilaire which are well worth a visit, there are others that are very old now, in my poor basilica, the only one in all the diocese that has never even been restored. The Lord knows, our porch is dirty and out of date; still, it is of a majestic character; take, for instance, the Esther tapestries, though personally I would not give a brass farthing for the pair of them, but experts put them next after the ones at Sens. I can quite see, too, that apart from certain details which are—well, a trifle realistic, they shew features which testify to a genuine power of observation. But don\'t talk to me about the windows. Is it common sense, I ask you, to leave up windows which shut out all the daylight, and even confuse the eyes by throwing patches of colour, to which I should be hard put to it to give a name, on a floor in which there are not two slabs on the same level? And yet they refuse to renew the floor for me because, if you please, those are the tombstones of the Abbots of Combray and the Lords of Guermantes, the old Counts, you know, of Brabant, direct ancestors of the present Duc de Guermantes, and of his Duchesse also, since she was a lady of the Guermantes family, and married her cousin. My grandmother, whose steady refusal to take any interest in \'persons\' had ended in her confusing all their names and titles, whenever anyone mentioned the Duchesse de Guermantes used to make out that she must be related to Mme. de Villeparisis. The whole family would then burst out laughing; and she would attempt to justify herself by harking back to some invitation to a christening or funeral: I feel sure that there was a Guermantes in it somewhere. And for once I would side with the others, and against her, refusing to admit that there could be any connection between her school-friend and the descendant of Geneviève de Brabant. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Look at Roussainville, the Curé went on. It is nothing more nowadays than a parish of farmers, though in olden times the place must have had a considerable importance from its trade in felt hats and clocks. I am not certain, by the way, of the etymology of Roussainville. I should dearly like to think that the name was originally Rouville, from Radulfi villa, analogous, don\'t you see, to Châteauroux,Castrum Radulfi, but we will talk about that some other time. Very well; the church there has superb windows, almost all quite modern, including that most imposing \'Entry of Louis-Philippe into Combray\' which would be more in keeping, surely, at Combray itself, and which is every bit as good, I understand, as the famous^windows at Chartres. Only yesterday I met Dr. Percepied\'s brother, who goes in for these things, and he told me that he looked upon it as a most beautiful piece of work. But, as I said to this artist, who, by the way, seems to be a most civil fellow, and is a regular virtuoso, it appears, with his brush; what on earth, I said to him, do you find so extraordinary in this window, which is, if anything, a little dingier than the rest? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I am sure that if you were to ask his Lordship, said my aunt in a resigned tone, for she had begun to feel that she was going to be \'tired,\' he would never refuse you a new window. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 You may depend upon it, Mme. Octave, replied the Curé. Why, it was just his Lordship himself who started the outcry about the window, by proving that it represented Gilbert the Bad, a Lord of Guermantes and a direct descendant of Geneviève de Brabant, who was a daughter of the House of Guermantes, receiving absolution from Saint Hilaire. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But I don\'t see where Saint Hilaire comes in. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Why yes, have you never noticed, in the corner of the window, a lady in a yellow robe? Very well, that is Saint Hilaire, who is also known, you will remember, in certain parts of the country as Saint Illiers, Saint Hèlier, and even, in the Jura, Saint Ylie. But these various corruptions of Sanctus Hilarius are by no means the most curious that have occurred in the names of the blessed Saints. Take, for example, my good Eulalie, the case of your own patron, Sancta Eulalia; do you know what she has become in Burgundy? Saint Eloi, nothing more nor less! The lady has become a gentleman. Do you hear that, Eulalie, after you are dead they will make a man of you! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Father will always have his joke. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Gilbert\'s brother, Charles the Stammerer, was a pious prince, but, having early in life lost his father, Pepin the Mad, who died as a result of his mental infirmity, he wielded the supreme power with all the arrogance of a man who has not been subjected to discipline in his youth, so much so that, whenever he saw a man in a town whose face he did not remember, he would massacre the whole place, to the last inhabitant. Gilbert, wishing to be avenged on Charles, caused the church at Combray to be burned down, the original church, that was, which Théodebert, when he and his court left the country residence he had near here, at Thiberzy which is, of course, Theodeberiacus, to go out and fight the Burgundians, had promised to build over the tomb of Saint Hilaire if the Saint brought him; victory. Nothing remains of it now but the crypt, into which Théodore has probably taken you, for Gilbert burned all the rest. Finally, he defeated the unlucky Charles with the aid of William which the Curé pronounced Will\'am the Conqueror, which is why so many English still come to visit the place. But he does not appear to have managed to win the affection of the people of Combray, for they fell upon him as he was coming out from mass, and cut off his head. Théodore has a little book, that he lends people, which tells you the whole story. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But what is unquestionably the most remarkable thing about our church is the view from the belfry, which is full of grandeur. Certainly in your case, since you are not very strong, I should never recommend you: to climb our seven and ninety steps, just half the number they have in the famous cathedral at Milan. It is quite tiring enough for the most active person, especially as you have to go on your hands and knees, if you don\'t wish to crack your skull, and you collect all the cobwebs off the staircase upon your clothes. In any case you should be well wrapped up, he went on, without noticing my aunt\'s fury at the mere suggestion that she could ever, possibly, be capable of climbing into his belfry, for there\'s a strong breeze there, once you get to the top. Some people even assure me that they have felt the chill of death up there. No matter, on Sundays there are always clubs and societies, who come, some of them, long distances to admire our beautiful panorama, and they always go home charmed. Wait now, next Sunday, if the weather holds, you will be sure to find a lot of people there, for Rogation-tide. You must admit, certainly, that the view from up there is like a fairy-tale, with what you might call vistas along the plain, which have quite a special charm of their own. On a clear day you can see as far as Verneuil. And then another thing; you can see at the same time places which you are in the habit of seeing one without the other, as, for instance, the course of the Vivonne and the ditches at Saint-Assise-lès-Combray, which are separated, really, by a screen of tall trees; or, to take another example, there are all the canals at Jouy-le-Vicomte, which is Gaudiacus vicecomitis, as of course you know. Each time that I have been to Jouy I have seen a bit of a canal in one place, and then I have turned a corner and seen another, but when I saw the second I could no longer see the first. I tried in vain to imagine how they lay by one another; it was no good. But, from the top of Saint-Hilaire, it\'s quite another matter; the whole countryside is spread out before you like a map. Only, you cannot make out the water; you would say that there were great rifts in the town, slicing it up so neatly that it looks like a loaf of bread which still holds together after it has been cut up. To get it all quite perfect you would have to be in both places at once; up here on the top of Saint-Hilaire and down there at Jouy-le-Vicomte. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Curé had so much exhausted my aunt that no sooner had he gone than she was obliged to send away Eulalie also \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Here, my poor Eulalie, she said in a feeble voice, drawing a coin from a small purse which lay ready to her hand. This is just something so that you shall not forget me in your prayers. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, but, Mme. Octave, I don\'t think I ought to; you know very well that I don\'t come here for that! So Eulalie would answer, with the same hesitation and the same embarrassment, every Sunday, as though each temptation were the first, and with a look of displeasure which enlivened my aunt and never offended her, for if it so happened that Eulalie, when she took the money, looked a little less sulky than usual, my aunt would remark afterwards, I cannot think what has come over Eulalie; I gave her just the trifle I always give, and she did not look at all pleased. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I don\'t think she has very much to complain of, all the same, Françoise would sigh grimly, for she had a tendency to regard as petty cash all that my aunt might give her for herself or her children, and as treasure riotously squandered on a pampered and ungrateful darling the little coins slipped, Sunday by Sunday, into Eulalie\'s hand, but so discreetly passed that Françoise never managed to see them. It was not that she wanted to have for herself the money my aunt bestowed on Eulalie. She already enjoyed a sufficiency of all that my aunt possessed, in the knowledge that the wealth of the mistress automatically ennobled and glorified the maid in the eyes of the world; and that she herself was conspicuous and worthy to be praised throughout Combray, Jouy-le-Vicomte, and other cities of men, on account of my aunt\'s many farms, her frequent and prolonged visits from the Curé, and the astonishing number of bottles of Vichy water which she consumed. Françoise was avaricious only for my aunt; had she had control over my aunt\'s fortune which would have more than satisfied her highest ambition she would have guarded it from the assaults of strangers with a maternal ferocity. She would, however, have seen no great harm in what my aunt, whom she knew to be incurably generous, allowed herself to give away, had she given only to those who were already rich. Perhaps she felt that such persons, not being actually in need of my aunt\'s presents, could not be suspected of simulating affection for her on that account. Besides, presents offered to persons of great wealth and position, such as Mme. Sazerat, M. Swann, M. Legrandin and Mme. Goupil, to persons of the \'same class\' as my aunt, and who would naturally \'mix with her,\' seemed to Françoise to be included among the ornamental customs of that strange and brilliant life led by rich people, who hunted and shot, gave balls and paid visits, a life which she would contemplate with an admiring smile. But it was by no means the same thing if, for this princely exchange of courtesies, my aunt substituted mere charity, if her beneficiaries were of the class which Françoise would label people like myself, or people no better than myself, people whom she despised even more if they did not address her always as Mme. Françoise, just to shew that they considered themselves to be \'not as good.\' And when she saw that, despite all her warnings, my aunt continued to do exactly as she pleased, and to fling money away with both hands or so, at least, Françoise believed on undeserving objects, she began to find that the presents she herself received from my aunt were very tiny compared to the imaginary riches squandered upon Eulalie, There was not, in the neighbourhood of Combray, a farm of such prosperity and importance that Françoise doubted Eulalie\'s ability to buy it, without thinking twice, out of the capital which her visits to my aunt had \'brought in.\' It must be added that Eulalie had formed an exactly similar estimate of the vast and secret hoards of Françoise. So, every Sunday, after Eulalie had gone, Françoise would mercilessly prophesy her coming downfall. She hated Eulalie, but was at the same time afraid of her, and so felt bound, when Eulalie was there, to \'look pleasant.\' But she would make up for that after the other\'s departure; never, it is true, alluding to her by name, but hinting at her in Sibylline oracles, or in utterances of a comprehensive character, like those of Ecclesiastes, the Preacher, but so worded that their special application could not escape my aunt. After peering out at the side of the curtain to see whether Eulalie had shut the front-door behind her; Flatterers know how to make themselves welcome, and to gather up the crumbs; but have patience, have patience; our God is a jealous God, and one fine day He will be avenged upon them! she would declaim, with the sidelong, insinuating glance of Joash, thinking of Athaliah alone when he says that the \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 prosperity\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0Of wicked men runs like a torrent past\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0And soon is spent \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But on this memorable afternoon, when the Curé had come as well, and by his interminable visit had drained my aunt\'s strength, Françoise followed Eulalie from the room, saying: Mme. Octave, I will leave you to rest; you look utterly tired out. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And my aunt answered her not a word, breathing a sigh so faint that it seemed it must prove her last, and lying there with closed eyes, as though already dead. But hardly had Françoise arrived downstairs, when four peals of a bell, pulled with the utmost violence, reverberated through the house, and my aunt, sitting erect upon her bed, called out: Has Eulalie gone yet? Would you believe it; I forgot to ask her whether Mme. Goupil arrived in church before the Elevation. Run after her, quick! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Françoise returned alone, having failed to overtake Eulalie. It is most provoking, said my aunt, shaking her head. The one important thing that I had to ask her. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In this way life went by for my aunt Léonie, always the same, in the gentle uniformity of what she called, with a pretence of deprecation but with a deep tenderness, her \'little jog-trot.\' Respected by all and sundry, not merely in her own house, where every one of us, having learned the futility of recommending any healthier mode of life, had become gradually resigned to its observance, but in the village as well, where, three streets away, a tradesman who had to hammer nails into a packing-case would send first to Françoise to make sure that my aunt was not \'resting\'—her \'little jog-trot\' was, none the less, brutally disturbed on one occasion in this same year. Like a fruit hidden among its leaves, which has grown and ripened unobserved by man, until it falls of its own accord, there came upon us one night the kitchen-maid\'s confinement. Her pains were unbearable, and, as there was no midwife in Combray, Françoise had to set off before dawn to fetch one from Thiberzy. My aunt was unable to \'rest,\' owing to the cries of the girl, and as Françoise, though the distance was nothing, was very late in returning, her services were greatly missed. And so, in the course of the morning, my mother said to me: Run upstairs, and see if your aunt wants anything. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I went into the first of her two rooms, and through the open door of the other saw my aunt lying on her side, asleep. I could hear her breathing, in what was almost distinguishable as a snore. I was just going to slip away when something, probably the sound of my entry, interrupted her sleep, and made it \'change speed,\' as they say of motorcars nowadays, for the music of her snore broke off for a second and began again on a lower note; then she awoke, and half turned her face, which I could see for the first time; a kind of horror was imprinted on it; plainly she had just escaped from some terrifying dream. She could not see me from where she was lying, and I stood there not knowing whether I ought to go forward or to retire; but all at once she seemed to return to a sense of reality, and to grasp the falsehood of the visions that had terrified her; a smile of joy, a pious act of thanksgiving to God, Who is pleased to grant that life shall be less cruel than our dreams, feebly illumined her face, and, with the habit she had formed of speaking to herself, half-aloud, when she thought herself alone, she murmured: The Lord be praised! We have nothing to disturb us here but the kitchen-maid\'s baby. And I\'ve been dreaming that my poor Octave had come back to life, and was trying to make me take a walk every day! She stretched out a hand towards her rosary, which was lying on the small table, but sleep was once again getting the mastery, and did not leave her the strength to reach it; she fell asleep, calm and contented, and I crept out of the room on tiptoe, without either her or anyone\'s else ever knowing, from that day to this, what I had seen and heard \n\xa0\xa0\xa0When I say that, apart from such rare happenings as this confinement, my aunt\'s \'little jog-trot\' never underwent any variation, I do not include those variations which, repeated at regular intervals and in identical form, did no more, really, than print a sort of uniform pattern upon the greater uniformity of her life. So, for instance, every Saturday, as Françoise had to go in the afternoon to market at Roussainville-le-Pin, the whole household would have to have luncheon an hour earlier. And my aunt had so thoroughly acquired the habit of this weekly exception to her general habits, that she clung to it as much as to the rest. She was so well \'routined\' to it, as Françoise would say, that if, on a Saturday, she had had to wait for her luncheon until the regular hour, it would have \'upset\' her as much as if she had had, on an ordinary day, to put her luncheon forward to its Saturday time. Incidentally this acceleration of luncheon gave Saturday, for all of us, an individual character, kindly and rather attractive. At the moment when, ordinarily, there was still an hour to be lived through before meal-time sounded, we would all know that in a few seconds we should see the endives make their precocious appearance, followed by the special favour of an omelette, an unmerited steak. The return of this asymmetrical Saturday was one of those petty occurrences, intra-mural, localised, almost civic, which, in uneventful lives and stable orders of society, create a kind of national unity, and become the favourite theme for conversation, for pleasantries, for anecdotes which can be embroidered as the narrator pleases; it would have provided a nucleus, ready-made, for a legendary cycle, if any of us had had the epic mind. At daybreak, before we were dressed, without rhyme or reason, save for the pleasure of proving the strength of our solidarity, we would call to one another good-humoredly, cordially, patriotically, Hurry up; there\'s no time to be lost; don\'t forget, it\'s Saturday! while my aunt, gossiping with Françoise, and reflecting that the day would be even longer than usual, would say, You might cook them a nice bit of veal, seeing that it\'s Saturday. If, at half-past ten, some one absent-mindedly pulled out a watch and said, I say, an hour-and-a-half still before luncheon, everyone else would be in ecstasies over being able to retort at once: Why, what are you thinking about? Have you for-gotten that it\'s Saturday? And a quarter of an hour later we would still be laughing, and reminding ourselves to go up and tell aunt Léonie about this absurd mistake, to amuse her. The very face of the sky appeared to undergo a change. After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith, and when some one, thinking that we were late in starting for our walk, said, What, only two o\'clock! feeling the heavy throb go by him of the twin strokes from the steeple of Saint-Hilaire which as a rule passed no one at that hour upon the highways, deserted for the midday meal or for the nap which follows it, or on the banks of the bright and ever-flowing stream, which even the angler had abandoned, and so slipped unaccompanied into the vacant sky, where only a few loitering clouds remained to greet them the whole family would respond in chorus: Why, you\'re forgetting; we had luncheon an hour earlier; you know very well it\'s Saturday. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The surprise of a \'barbarian\' for so we termed everyone who was not acquainted with Saturday\'s special customs who had called at eleven o\'clock to speak to my father, and had found us at table, was an event which used to cause Françoise as much merriment as, perhaps, anything that had ever happened in her life. And if she found it amusing that the nonplussed visitor should not have known, beforehand, that we had our luncheon an hour earlier on Saturday, it was still more irresistibly funny that my father himself fully as she sympathised, from the bottom of her heart, with the rigid chauvinism which prompted him should never have dreamed that the barbarian could fail to be aware of so simple a matter, and so had replied, with no further enlightenment of the other\'s surprise at seeing us already in the dining-room: You see, it\'s Saturday. On reaching this point in the story, Françoise would pause to wipe the tears of merriment from her eyes, and then, to add to her own enjoyment, would prolong the dialogue, inventing a further reply for the visitor to whom the word \'Saturday\' had conveyed nothing. And so far from our objecting to these interpolations, we would feel that the story was not yet long enough, and would rally her with: Oh, but surely he said something else as well. There was more than that, the first time you told it. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My great-aunt herself would lay aside her work, and raise her head and look on at us over her glasses \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The day had yet another characteristic feature, namely, that during May we used to go out on Saturday evenings after dinner to the \'Month of Mary\' devotions \n\xa0\xa0\xa0As we were liable, there, to meet M. Vinteuil, who held very strict views on the deplorable untidiness of young people, which seems to be encouraged in these days, my mother would first see that there was nothing out of order in my appearance, and then we would set out for the church. It was in these \'Month of Mary\' services that I can remember having first fallen in love with hawthorn-blossom. The hawthorn was not merely in the church, for there, holy ground as it was, we had all of us a right of entry; but, arranged upon the altar itself, inseparable from the mysteries in whose celebration it was playing a part, it thrust in among the tapers and the sacred vessels its rows of branches, tied to one another horizontally in a stiff, festal scheme of decoration; and they were made more lovely still by the scalloped outline of the dark leaves, over which were scattered in profusion, as over a bridal train, little clusters of buds of a dazzling whiteness. Though I dared not look at them save through my fingers, I could feel that the formal scheme was composed of living things, and that it was Nature herself who, by trimming the shape of the foliage, and by adding the crowning ornament of those snowy buds, had made the decorations worthy of what was at once a public rejoicing and a solemn mystery. Higher up on the altar, a flower had opened here and there with a careless grace, holding so unconcernedly, like a final, almost vaporous bedizening, its bunch of stamens, slender as gossamer, which clouded the flower itself in a white mist, that in following these with my eyes, in trying to imitate, somewhere inside myself, the action of their blossoming, I imagined it as a swift and thoughtless movement of the head with an enticing glance from her contracted pupils, by a young girl in white, careless and alive \n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. Vinteuil had come in with his daughter and had sat down beside us. He belonged to a good family, and had once been music-master to my grandmother\'s sisters; so that when, after losing his wife and inheriting some property, he had retired to the neighbourhood of Combray, we used often to invite him to our house. But with his intense prudishness he had given up coming, so as not to be obliged to meet Swann, who had made what he called a most unsuitable marriage, as seems to be the fashion in these days. My mother, on hearing that he \'composed,\' told him by way of a compliment that, when she came to see him, he must play her something of his own. M. Vinteuil would have liked nothing better, but he carried politeness and consideration for others to so fine a point, always putting himself in their place, that he was afraid of boring them, or of appearing egotistical, if he carried out, or even allowed them to suspect what were his own desires. On the day when my parents had gone to pay him a visit, I had accompanied them, but they had allowed me to remain outside, and as M. Vinteuil\'s house, Montjouvain, stood on a site actually hollowed out from a steep hill covered with shrubs, among which I took cover, I had found myself on a level with his drawing-room, upstairs, and only a few feet away from its window. When a servant came in to tell him that my parents had arrived, I had seen M. Vinteuil run to the piano and lay out a sheet of music so as to catch the eye. But as soon as they entered the room he had snatched it away and hidden it in a corner. He was afraid, no doubt, of letting them suppose that he was glad to see them only because it gave him a chance of playing them some of his compositions. And every time that my mother, in the course of her visit, had returned to the subject of his playing, he had hurriedly protested: I cannot think who put that on the piano; it is not the proper place for it at all, and had turned the conversation aside to other topics, simply because those were of less interest to himself \n\xa0\xa0\xa0His one and only passion was for his daughter, and she, with her somewhat boyish appearance, looked so robust that it was hard to restrain a smile when one saw the precautions her father used to take for her health, with spare shawls always in readiness to wrap around her shoulders. My grandmother had drawn our attention to the gentle, delicate, almost timid expression which might often be caught flitting across the face, dusted all over with freckles, of this otherwise stolid child. When she had spoken, she would at once take her own words in the sense in which her audience must have heard them, she would be alarmed at the possibility of a misunderstanding, and one would see, in clear outline, as though in a transparency, beneath the mannish face of the \'good sort\' that she was, the finer features of a young woman in tears \n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, before turning to leave the church, I made a genuflection before the altar, I felt suddenly, as I rose again, a bitter-sweet fragrance of almonds steal towards me from the hawthorn-blossom, and I then noticed that on the flowers themselves were little spots of a creamier colour, in which I imagined that this fragrance must lie concealed, as the taste of an almond cake lay in the burned parts, or the sweetness of Mile. Vinteuil\'s cheeks beneath their freckles. Despite the heavy, motionless silence of the hawthorns, these gusts of fragrance came to me like the murmuring of an intense vitality, with which the whole altar was quivering like a roadside hedge explored by living antennae, of which I was reminded by seeing some stamens, almost red in colour, which seemed to have kept the springtime virulence, the irritant power of stinging insects now transmuted into flowers \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Outside the church we would stand talking for a moment with M. Vinteuil, in the porch. Boys would be chevying one another in the Square, and he would interfere, taking the side of the little ones and lecturing the big. If his daughter said, in her thick, comfortable voice, how glad she had been to see us, immediately it would seem as though some elder and more sensitive sister, latent in her, had blushed at this thoughtless, schoolboyish utterance, which had, perhaps, made us think that she was angling for an invitation to the house. Her father would then arrange a cloak over her shoulders, they would clamber into a little dog-cart which she herself drove, and home they would both go to Montjouvain. As for ourselves, the next day being Sunday, with no need to be up and stirring before high mass, if it was a moonlight night and warm, then, instead of taking us home at once, my father, in his thirst for personal distinction, would lead us on a long walk round by the Calvary, which my mother\'s utter incapacity for taking her bearings, or even for knowing which road she might be on, made her regard as a triumph of his strategic genius. Sometimes we would go as far as the viaduct, which began to stride on its long legs of stone at the railway station, and to me typified all the wretchedness of exile beyond the last outposts of civilisation, because every year, as we came down from Paris, we would be warned to take special care, when we got to Combray, not to miss the station, to be ready before the train stopped, since it would start again in two minutes and proceed across the viaduct, out of the lands of Christendom, of which Combray, to me, represented the farthest limit. We would return by the Boulevard de la Gare, which contained the most attractive villas in the town. In each of their gardens the moonlight, copying the art of Hubert Robert, had scattered its broken staircases of white marble, its fountains of water and gates temptingly ajar. Its beams had swept away the telegraph office. All that was left of it was a column, half shattered, but preserving the beauty of a ruin which endures for all time. I would by now be dragging my weary limbs, and ready to drop with sleep; the balmy scent of the lime-trees seemed a consolation which I could obtain only at the price of great suffering and exhaustion, and not worthy of the effort. From gates far apart the watchdogs, awakened by our steps in the silence, would set up an antiphonal barking, as I still hear them bark, at times, in the evenings, and it is in their custody when the public gardens of Combray were constructed on its site that the Boulevard de la Gare must have taken refuge, for wherever I may be, as soon as they begin their alternate challenge and acceptance, I can see it again with all its lime-trees, and its pavement glistening beneath the moon \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly my father would bring us to a standstill and ask my mother— Where are we? Utterly worn out by the walk but still proud of her husband, she would lovingly confess that she had not the least idea. He would shrug his shoulders and laugh. And then, as though it had slipped, with his latchkey, from his waistcoat pocket, he would point out to us, when it stood before our eyes, the back-gate of our own garden, which had come hand-in-hand with the familiar corner of the Rue du Saint-Esprit, to await us, to greet us at the end of our wanderings over paths unknown. My mother would murmur admiringly You really are wonderful! And from that instant I had not to take another step; the ground moved forward under my feet in that garden where, for so long, my actions had ceased to require any control, or even attention, from my will. Custom came to take me in her arms, carried me all the way up to my bed, and laid me down there like a little child \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Although Saturday, by beginning an hour earlier, and by depriving her of the services of Françoise, passed more slowly than other days for my aunt, yet, the moment it was past, and a new week begun, she would look forward with impatience to its return, as something that embodied all the novelty and distraction which her frail and disordered body was still able to endure. This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some even greater variation, that she did not pass through those abnormal hours in which one thirsts for something different from what one has, when those people who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, in their eagerness for news even if it be bad news, for some emotion even that of grief; when the heartstrings, which prosperity has silenced, like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded again by some hand, even a brutal hand, even if it shall break them; when the will, which has with such difficulty brought itself to subdue its impulse, to renounce its right to abandon itself to its own uncontrolled desires, and consequent sufferings, would fain cast its guiding reins into the hands of circumstances, coercive and, it may be, cruel. Of course, since my aunt\'s strength, which was completely drained by the slightest exertion, returned but drop by drop into the pool of her repose, the reservoir was very slow in filling, and months would go by before she reached that surplus which other people use up in their daily activities, but which she had no idea—and could never decide how to employ. And I have no doubt that then—just as a desire to have her potatoes served with béchamel sauce, for a change, would be formed, ultimately, from the pleasure she found in the daily reappearance of those mashed potatoes of which she was never \'tired\'—she would extract from the accumulation of those monotonous days on which she so much depended a keen expectation of some domestic cataclysm, instantaneous in its happening, but violent enough to compel her to put into effect, once for all, one of those changes which she knew would be beneficial to her health, but to which she could never make up her mind without some such stimulus. She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease; coming at a moment when she felt \'well\' and was not in a perspiration, the news that the house was being destroyed by a fire, in which all the rest of us had already perished, a fire which, in a little while, would not leave one stone standing upon another, but from which she herself would still have plenty of time to escape without undue haste, provided that she rose at once from her bed, must often have haunted her dreams, as a prospect which combined with the two minor advantages of letting her taste the full savour of her affection for us in long years of mourning, and of causing universal stupefaction in the village when she should sally forth to conduct our obsequies, crushed but courageous, moribund but erect, the paramount and priceless boon of forcing her at the right moment, with no time to be lost, no room for weakening hesitations, to go off and spend the summer at her charming farm of Mirougrain, where there was a waterfall. Inasmuch as nothing of this sort had ever occurred, though indeed she must often have pondered the success of such a manoeuvre as she lay alone absorbed in her interminable games of patience and though it must have plunged her in despair from the first moment of its realisation, from the first of those little unforeseen facts, the first word of calamitous news, whose accents can never afterwards be expunged from the memory, everything that bears upon it the imprint of actual, physical death, so terribly different from the logical abstraction of its possibility she would fall back from time to time, to add an interest to her life, upon imagining other, minor catastrophes, which she would follow up with passion. She would beguile herself with a sudden suspicion that Françoise had been robbing her, that she had set a trap to make certain, and had caught her betrayer red-handed; and being in the habit, when she made up a game of cards by herself, of playing her own and her adversary\'s hands at once, she would first stammer out Françoise\'s awkward apologies, and then reply to them with such a fiery indignation that any of us who happened to intrude upon her at one of these moments would find her bathed in perspiration, her eyes blazing, her false hair pushed awry and exposing the baldness of her brows. Françoise must often, from the next room, have heard these mordant sarcasms levelled at herself, the mere framing of which in words would not have relieved my aunt\'s feelings sufficiently, had they been allowed to remain in a purely immaterial form, without the degree of substance and reality which she added to them by murmuring them half-aloud. Sometimes, however, even these counterpane dramas would not satisfy my aunt; she must see her work staged. And so, on a Sunday, with all the doors mysteriously closed, she would confide in Eulalie her doubts of Françoise\'s integrity and her determination to be rid of her, and on another day she would confide in Françoise her suspicions of the disloyalty of Eulalie, to whom the front-door would very soon be closed for good. A few days more, and, disgusted with her latest confidant, she would again be \'as thick as thieves\' with the traitor, while, before the next performance, the two would once more have changed their parts. But the suspicions which Eulalie might occasionally breed in her were no more than a fire of straw, which must soon subside for lack of fuel, since Eulalie was not living with her in the house. It was a very different matter when the suspect was Françoise, of whose presence under the same roof as herself my aunt was perpetually conscious, while for fear of catching cold, were she to leave her bed, she would never dare go downstairs to the kitchen to see for herself whether there was, indeed, any foundation for her suspicions. And so on by degrees, until her mind had no other occupation than to attempt, at every hour of the day, to discover what was being done, what was being concealed from her by Françoise. She would detect the most furtive movement of Françoise\'s features, something contradictory in what she was saying, some desire which she appeared to be screening. And she would shew her that she was unmasked, by, a single word, which made Françoise turn pale, and which my aunt seemed to find a cruel satisfaction in driving into her unhappy servant\'s heart. And the very next Sunday a disclosure by Eulalie—like one of those discoveries which suddenly open up an unsuspected field for exploration to some new science which has hitherto followed only the beaten paths—proved to my aunt that her own worst suspicions fell a long way short of the appalling truth. But Françoise ought to know that, said Eulalie, now that you have given her a carriage. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Now that I have given her a carriage! gasped my aunt \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, but I didn\'t know; I only thought so; I saw her go by yesterday in her open coach, as proud as Artaban, on her way to Roussainville market. I supposed that it must be Mme. Octave who had given it to her. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0So on by degrees, until Françoise and my aunt, the quarry and the hunter, could never cease from trying to forestall each other\'s devices. My mother was afraid lest Françoise should develop a genuine hatred of my aunt, who was doing everything in her power to annoy her. However that might be, Françoise had come, more and more, to pay an infinitely scrupulous attention to my aunt\'s least word and gesture. When she had to ask her for anything she would hesitate, first, for a long time, making up her mind how best to begin. And when she had uttered her request, she would watch my aunt covertly, trying to guess from the expression on her face what she thought of it, and how she would reply. And in this way—whereas an artist who had been reading memoirs of the seventeenth century, and wished to bring himself nearer to the great Louis, would consider that he was making progress in that direction when he constructed a pedigree that traced his own descent from some historic family, or when he engaged in correspondence with one of the reigning Sovereigns of Europe, and so would shut his eyes to the mistake he was making in seeking to establish a similarity by an exact and therefore lifeless copy of mere outward forms—a middle-aged lady in a small country town, by doing no more than yield whole-hearted obedience to her own irresistible eccentricities, and to a spirit of mischief engendered by the utter idleness of her existence, could see, without ever having given a thought to Louis XIV, the most trivial occupations of her daily life, her morning toilet, her luncheon, her afternoon nap, assume, by virtue of their despotic singularity, something of the interest that was to be found in what Saint-Simon used to call the \'machinery\' of life at Versailles; and was able, too, to persuade herself that her silence, a shade of good humour or of arrogance on her features, would provide Françoise with matter for a mental commentary as tense with passion and terror, as did the silence, the good humour or the arrogance of the King when a courtier, or even his greatest nobles, had presented a petition to him, at the turning of an avenue, at Versailles \n\xa0\xa0\xa0One Sunday, when my aunt had received simultaneous visits from the Curé and from Eulalie, and had been left alone, afterwards, to rest, the whole family went upstairs to bid her good night, and Mamma ventured to condole with her on the unlucky coincidence that always brought both visitors to her door at the same time \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I hear that things went wrong again to-day, Léonie, she said kindly, you have had all your friends here at once. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And my great-aunt interrupted with: Too many good things... for, since her daughter\'s illness, she felt herself in duty bound to revive her as far as possible by always drawing her attention to the brighter side of things. But my father had begun to speak \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I should like to take advantage, he said, of the whole family\'s being here together, to tell you a story, so as not to have to begin all over again to each of you separately. I am afraid we are in M. Legrandin\'s bad books; he would hardly say \'How d\'ye do\' to me this morning. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not wait to hear the end of my father\'s story, for I had been with him myself after mass when we had passed M. Legrandin; instead, I went downstairs to the kitchen to ask for the bill of fare for our dinner, which was of fresh interest to me daily, like the news in a paper, and excited me as might the programme of a coming festivity \n\xa0\xa0\xa0As M. Legrandin had passed close by us on our way from church, walking by the side of a lady, the owner of a country house in the neighbourhood, whom we knew only by sight, my father had saluted him in a manner at once friendly and reserved, without stopping in his walk; M. Legrandin had barely acknowledged the courtesy, and then with an air of surprise, as though he had not recognised us, and with that distant look characteristic of people who do not wish to be agreeable, and who from the suddenly receding depths of their eyes seem to have caught sight of you at the far end of an interminably straight road, and at so great a distance that they content themselves with directing towards you an almost imperceptible movement of the head, in proportion to your doll-like dimensions \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Now, the lady who was walking with Legrandin was a model of virtue, known and highly respected; there could be no question of his being out for amorous adventure, and annoyed at being detected; and my father asked himself how he could possibly have displeased our friend \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 I should be all the more sorry to feel that he was angry with us, he said, because among all those people in their Sunday clothes there is something about him, with his little cut-away coat and his soft neckties, so little \'dressed-up,\' so genuinely simple; an air of innocence, almost, which is really attractive. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the vote of the family council was unanimous, that my father had imagined the whole thing, or that Legrandin, at the moment in question, had been preoccupied in thinking about something else. Anyhow, my father\'s fears were dissipated no later than the following evening. As we returned from a long walk we saw, near the Pont-Vieux, Legrandin himself, who, on account of the holidays, was spending a few days more in Combray. He came up to us with outstretched hand: Do you know, master book-lover, he asked me, this line of Paul Desjardins? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Now are the woods all black, but still the sky is blue \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Is not that a fine rendering of a moment like this? Perhaps you have never read Paul Desjardins. Read him, my boy, read him; in these days he is converted, they tell me, into a preaching friar, but he used to have the most charming water-colour touch— \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Now are the woods all black, but still the sky is blue \n\xa0\xa0\xa0May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, which is coming now for me, when the woods are all black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I am doing, by looking up to the sky. He took a cigarette from his pocket and stood for a long time, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Goodbye, friends! he suddenly exclaimed, and left us. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the hour when I usually went downstairs to find out what there was for dinner, its preparation would already have begun, and Françoise, a colonel with all the forces of nature for her subalterns, as in the fairy-tales where giants hire themselves out as scullions, would be stirring the coals, putting the potatoes to steam, and, at the right moment, finishing over the fire those culinary masterpieces which had been first got ready in some of the great array of vessels, triumphs of the potter\'s craft, which ranged from tubs and boilers and cauldrons and fish kettles down to jars for game, moulds for pastry, and tiny pannikins for cream, and included an entire collection of pots and pans of every shape and size. I would stop by the table, where the kitchen-maid had shelled them, to inspect the platoons of peas, drawn up in ranks and numbered, like little green marbles, ready for a game; but what fascinated me would be the asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of imperceptible changes to their white feet, still stained a little by the soil of their garden-bed: a rainbow-loveliness that was not of this world. I felt that these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which covered their firm and edible flesh, allowed me to discern in this radiance of earliest dawn, these hinted rainbows, these blue evening shades, that precious quality which I should recognise again when, all night long after a dinner at which I had partaken of them, they played lyrical and coarse in their jesting as the fairies in Shakespeare\'s Dream at transforming my humble chamber into a bower of aromatic perfume. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Poor Giotto\'s Charity, as Swann had named her, charged by Françoise with the task of preparing them for the table, would have them lying beside her in a basket; sitting with a mournful air, as though all the sorrows of the world were heaped upon her; and the light crowns of azure which capped the asparagus shoots above their pink jackets would be finely and separately outlined, star by star, as in Giotto\'s fresco are the flowers banded about the brows, or patterning the basket of his Virtue at Padua. And, meanwhile, Françoise would be turning on the spit one of those chickens, such as she alone knew how to roast, chickens which had wafted far abroad from Combray the sweet savour of her merits, and which, while she was serving them to us at table, would make the quality of kindness predominate for the moment in my private conception of her character; the aroma of that cooked flesh, which she knew how to make so unctuous and so tender, seeming to me no more than the proper perfume of one of her many virtues. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the day on which, while my father took counsel with his family upon our strange meeting with Legrandin, I went down to the kitchen, was one of those days when Giotto\'s Charity, still very weak and ill after her recent confinement, had been unable to rise from her bed; Françoise, being without assistance, had fallen into arrears. When I went in, I saw her in the back-kitchen which opened on to the courtyard, in process of killing a chicken; by its desperate and quite natural resistance, which Françoise, beside herself with rage as she attempted to slit its throat beneath the ear, accompanied with shrill cries of Filthy creature! Filthy creature! it made the saintly kindness and unction of our servant rather less prominent than it would do, next day at dinner, when it made its appearance in a skin gold-embroidered like a chasuble, and its precious juice was poured out drop by drop as from a pyx. When it was dead Françoise mopped up its streaming blood, in which, however, she did not let her rancour drown, for she gave vent to another burst of rage, and, gazing down at the carcass of her enemy, uttered a final Filthy creature! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I crept out of the kitchen and upstairs, trembling all over; I could have prayed, then, for the instant dismissal of Françoise. But who would have baked me such hot rolls, boiled me such fragrant coffee, and even—roasted me such chickens? And, as it happened, everyone else had already had to make the same cowardly reckoning. For my aunt Léonie knew though I was still in ignorance of this that Françoise, who, for her own daughter or for her nephews, would have given her life without a murmur, shewed a singular implacability in her dealings with the rest of the world. In spite of which my aunt still retained her, for, while conscious of her cruelty, she could appreciate her services. I began gradually to realise that Françoise\'s kindness, her compunction, the sum total of her virtues concealed many of these back-kitchen tragedies, just as history reveals to us that the reigns of the kings and queens who are portrayed as kneeling with clasped hands in the windows of churches, were stained by oppression and bloodshed. I had taken note of the fact that, apart from her own kinsfolk, the sufferings of humanity inspired in her a pity which increased in direct ratio to the distance separating the sufferers from herself. The tears which flowed from her in torrents when she read of the misfortunes of persons unknown to her, in a newspaper, were quickly stemmed once she had been able to form a more accurate mental picture of the victims. One night, shortly after her confinement, the kitchen-maid was seized with the most appalling pains; Mamma heard her groans, and rose and awakened Françoise, who, quite unmoved, declared that all the outcry was mere malingering, that the girl wanted to \'play the mistress\' in the house. The doctor, who had been afraid of some such attack, had left a marker in a medical dictionary which we had, at the page on which the symptoms were described, and had told us to turn up this passage, where we would find the measures of \'first aid\' to be adopted. My mother sent Françoise to fetch the book, warning her not to let the marker drop out. An hour elapsed, and Françoise had not returned; my mother, supposing that she had gone back to bed, grew vexed, and told me to go myself to the bookcase and fetch the volume. I did so, and there found Françoise who, in her curiosity to know what the marker indicated, had begun to read the clinical account of these after-pains, and was violently sobbing, now that it was a question of a type of illness with which she was not familiar. At each painful symptom mentioned by the writer she would exclaim: Oh, oh, Holy Virgin, is it possible that God wishes any wretched human creature to suffer so? Oh, the poor girl! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But when I had called her, and she had returned to the bedside of Giotto\'s Charity, her tears at once ceased to flow; she could find no stimulus for that pleasant sensation of tenderness and pity which she very well knew, having been moved to it often enough by the perusal of newspapers; nor any other pleasure of the same kind in her sense of weariness and irritation at being pulled out of bed in the middle of the night for the kitchen-maid; so that at the sight of those very sufferings, the printed account of which had moved her to tears, she had nothing to offer but ill-tempered mutterings, mingled with bitter sarcasm, saying, when she thought that we had gone out of earshot: Well, she need never have done what she must have done to bring all this about! She found that pleasant enough, I dare say! She had better not put on any airs now. All the same, he must have been a god-forsaken young man to go after that. Dear, dear, it\'s just as they used to say in my poor mother\'s country: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs\' tails\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 And dirty sluts in plenty\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 Smell sweeter than roses in young men\'s noses\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 When the heart is one-and-twenty. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Although, when her grandson had a slight cold in his head, she would Bet off at night, even if she were ill also, instead of going to bed, to see whether he had everything that he wanted, covering ten miles on foot before daybreak so as to be in time to begin her work, this same love for her own people, and her desire to establish the future greatness of her house on a solid foundation reacted, in her policy with regard to the other servants, in one unvarying maxim, which was never to let any of them set foot in my aunt\'s room; indeed she shewed a sort of pride in not allowing anyone else to come near my aunt, preferring, when she herself was ill, to get out of bed and to administer the Vichy water in person, rather than to concede to the kitchen-maid the right of entry into her mistress\'s presence. There is a species of hymenoptera, observed by Fabre, the burrowing wasp, which in order to provide a supply of fresh meat for her offspring after her own decease, calls in the science of anatomy to amplify the resources of her instinctive cruelty, and, having made a collection of weevils and spiders, proceeds with marvellous knowledge and skill to pierce the nerve-centre on which their power of locomotion but none of their other vital functions depends, so that the paralysed insect, beside which her egg is laid, will furnish the larva, when it is hatched, with a tamed and inoffensive quarry, incapable either of flight or of resistance, but perfectly fresh for the larder: in the same way Françoise had adopted, to minister to her permanent and unfaltering resolution to render the house uninhabitable to any other servant, a series of crafty and pitiless stratagems. Many years later we discovered that, if we had been fed on asparagus day after day throughout that whole season, it was because the smell of the plants gave the poor kitchen-maid, who had to prepare them, such violent attacks of asthma that she was finally obliged to leave my aunt\'s service. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas! we had definitely to alter our opinion of M. Legrandin. On one-of the Sundays following our meeting with him on the Pont-Vieux, after which my father had been forced to confess himself mistaken, as mass drew to an end, and, with the sunshine and the noise of the outer world, something else invaded the church, an atmosphere so far from sacred that Mme. Goupil, Mme. Percepied all those, in fact, who a moment ago, when I arrived a little late, had been sitting motionless, their eyes fixed on their prayer-books; who, I might even have thought, had not seen me come in, had not their feet moved slightly to push away the little kneeling-desk which was preventing me from getting to my chair began in loud voices to discuss with us all manner of utterly mundane topics, as though we were already outside in the Square, we saw, standing on the sun-baked steps of the porch, dominating the many-coloured tumult of the market, Legrandin himself, whom the husband of the lady we had seen with him, on the previous occasion, was just going to introduce to the wife of another large landed proprietor of the district. Legrandin\'s face shewed an extraordinary zeal and animation; he made a profound bow, with a subsidiary backward movement which brought his spine sharply up into a position behind its starting-point, a gesture in which he must have been trained by the husband of his sister, Mme. de Cambremer. This rapid recovery caused a sort of tense muscular wave to ripple over Legrandin\'s hips, which I had not supposed to be so fleshy; I cannot say why, but this undulation of pure matter, this wholly carnal fluency, with not the least hint in it of spiritual significance, this wave lashed to a fury by the wind of an assiduity, an obsequiousness of the basest sort, awoke my mind suddenly to the possibility of a Legrandin altogether different from the one whom we knew. The lady gave him some message for her coachman, and while he was stepping down to her carriage the impression of joy, timid and devout, which the introduction had stamped there, still lingered on his face. Carried away in a sort of dream, he smiled, then he began to hurry back towards the lady; he was walking faster than usual, and his shoulders swayed backwards and forwards, right and left, in the most absurd fashion; altogether he looked, so utterly had he abandoned himself to it, ignoring all other considerations, as though he were the lifeless and wire-pulled puppet of his own happiness. Meanwhile we were coming out through the porch; we were passing close beside him; he was too well bred to turn his head away; but he fixed his eyes, which had suddenly changed to those of a seer, lost in the profundity of his vision, on so distant a point of the horizon that he could not see us, and so had not to acknowledge our presence. His face emerged, still with an air of innocence, from his straight and pliant coat, which looked as though conscious of having been led astray, in spite of itself, and plunged into surroundings of a detested splendour. And a spotted necktie, stirred by the breezes of the Square, continued to float in front of Legrandin, like the standard of his proud isolation, of his noble independence. Just as we reached the house my mother discovered that we had forgotten the \'Saint-Honoré,\' and asked my father to go back with me and tell them to send it up at once. Near the church we met Legrandin, coming towards us with the same lady, whom he was escorting to her carriage. He brushed past us, and did not interrupt what he was saying to her, but gave us, out of the corner of his blue eye, a little sign, which began and ended, so to speak, inside his eyelids, and as it did not involve the least movement of his facial muscles, managed to pass quite unperceived by the lady; but, striving to compensate by the intensity of his feelings for the somewhat restricted field in which they had to find expression, he made that blue chink, which was set apart for us, sparkle with all the animation of cordiality, which went far beyond mere playfulness, and almost touched the border-line of roguery; he subtilised the refinements of good-fellowship into a wink of connivance, a hint, a hidden meaning, a secret understanding, all the mysteries of complicity in a plot, and finally exalted his assurances of friendship to the level of protestations of affection, even of a declaration of love, lighting up for us, and for us alone, with a secret and languid flame invisible by the great lady upon his other side, an enamoured pupil in a countenance of ice. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Only the day before he had asked my parents to send me to dine with him on this same Sunday evening. Come and bear your aged friend company, he had said to me. Like the nosegay which a traveller sends us from some land to which we shall never go again, come and let me breathe from the far country of your adolescence the scent of those flowers of spring among which I also used to wander, many years ago. Come with the primrose, with the canon\'s beard, with the gold-cup; come with the stone-crop, whereof are posies made, pledges of love, in the Balzacian flora, come with that flower of the Resurrection morning, the Easter daisy, come with the snowballs of the guelder-rose, which begin to embalm with their fragrance the alleys of your great-aunt\'s garden ere the last snows of Lent are melted from its soil. Come with the glorious silken raiment of the lily, apparel fit for Solomon, and with the many-coloured enamel of the pansies, but come, above all, with the spring breeze, still cooled by the last frosts of winter, wafting apart, for the two butterflies\' sake, that have waited outside all morning, the closed portals of the first Jerusalem rose. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The question was raised at home whether, all things considered, I ought still to be sent to dine with M. Legrandin. But my grandmother refused to believe that he could have been impolite. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 You admit yourself that he appears at church there, quite simply dressed, and all that; he hardly looks like a man of fashion. She added that; in any event, even if, at the worst, he had been intentionally rude, it was far better for us to pretend that we had noticed nothing. And indeed my father himself, though more annoyed than any of us by the attitude which Legrandin had adopted, may still have held in reserve a final uncertainty as to its true meaning. It was like every attitude or action which reveals a man\'s deep and hidden character; they bear no relation to what he has previously said, and we cannot confirm our suspicions by the culprit\'s evidence, for he will admit nothing; we are reduced to the evidence of our own senses, and we ask ourselves, in the face of this detached and incoherent fragment of recollection, whether indeed our senses have not been the victims of a hallucination; with the result that such attitudes, and these alone are of importance in indicating character, are the most apt to leave us in perplexity. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I dined with Legrandin on the terrace of his house, by moonlight. There is a charming quality, is there not, he said to me, in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist, whom you will read in time to come, claims that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And see you this, my boy, there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could hear what M. Legrandin was saying; like everything that he said, it sounded attractive; but I was disturbed by the memory of a lady whom I had seen recently for the first time; and thinking, now that I knew that Legrandin was on friendly terms with several of the local aristocracy, that perhaps she also was among his acquaintance, I summoned up all my courage and said to him: Tell me, sir, do you, by any chance, know the lady—the ladies of Guermantes? and I felt glad because, in pronouncing the name, I had secured a sort of power over it, by the mere act of drawing it up out of my dreams and giving it an objective existence in the world of spoken things \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But, at the sound of the word Guermantes, I saw in the middle of each of our friend\'s blue eyes a little brown dimple appear, as though they had been stabbed by some invisible pin-point, while the rest of his pupils, reacting from the shock, received and secreted the azure overflow. His fringed eyelids darkened, and drooped. His mouth, which had been stiffened and seared with bitter lines, was the first to recover, and smiled, while his eyes still seemed full of pain, like the eyes of a good-looking martyr whose body bristles with arrows \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, I do not know them, he said, but instead of uttering so simple a piece of information, a reply in which there was so little that could astonish me, in the natural and conversational tone which would have befitted it, he recited it with a separate stress upon each word, leaning forward, bowing his head, with at once the vehemence which a man gives, so as to be believed, to a highly improbable statement as though the fact that he did not know the Guermantes could be due only to some strange accident of fortune and with the emphasis of a man who, finding himself unable to keep silence about what is to him a painful situation, chooses to proclaim it aloud, so as to convince his hearers that the confession he is making is one that causes him no embarrassment, but is easy, agreeable, spontaneous, that the situation in question, in this case the absence of relations with the Guermantes family, might very well have been not forced upon, but actually designed by Legrandin himself, might arise from some family tradition, some moral principle or mystical vow which expressly forbade his seeking their society \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 No, he resumed, explaining by his words the tone in which they were uttered. No, I do not know them; I have never wished to know them; I have always made a point of preserving complete independence; at heart, as you know, I am a bit of a Radical. People are always coming to me about it, telling me I am mistaken in not going to Guermantes, that I make myself seem ill-bred, uncivilised, an old bear. But that\'s not the sort of reputation that can frighten me; it\'s too true! In my heart of hearts I care for nothing in the world now but a few churches, books—two or three, pictures—rather more, perhaps, and the light of the moon when the fresh breeze of youth such as yours wafts to my nostrils the scent of gardens whose flowers my old eyes are not sharp enough, now, to distinguish. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not understand very clearly why, in order to refrain from going to the houses of people whom one did not know, it should be necessary to cling to one\'s independence, nor how that could give one the appearance of a savage or a bear. But what I did understand was this, that Legrandin was not altogether truthful when he said that he cared only for churches, moonlight, and youth; he cared also, he cared a very great deal, for people who lived in country houses, and would be so much afraid, when in their company, of incurring their displeasure that he would never dare to let them see that he numbered, as well, among his friends middle-class people, the families of solicitors and stockbrokers, preferring, if the truth must be known, that it should be revealed in his absence, when he was out of earshot, that judgment should go against him if so it must by default: in a word, he was a snob. Of course he would never have admitted all or any of this in the poetical language which my family and I so much admired. And if I asked him, Do you know the Guermantes family? Legrandin the talker would reply, No, I have never cared to know them. But unfortunately the talker was now subordinated to another Legrandin, whom he kept carefully hidden in his breast, whom he would never consciously exhibit, because this other could tell stories about our own Legrandin and about his snobbishness which would have ruined his reputation for ever; and this other Legrandin had replied to me already in that wounded look, that stiffened smile, the undue gravity of his tone in uttering those few words, in the thousand arrows by which our own Legrandin had instantaneously been stabbed and sickened, like a Saint Sebastian of snobbery: \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, how you hurt me! No, I do not know the Guermantes family. Do not remind me of the great sorrow of my life. And since this other, this irrepressible, dominant, despotic Legrandin, if he lacked our Legrandin\'s charming vocabulary, shewed an infinitely greater promptness in expressing himself, by means of what are called \'reflexes,\' it followed that, when Legrandin the talker attempted to silence him, he would already have spoken, and it would be useless for our friend to deplore the bad impression which the revelations of his alter ego must have caused, since he could do no more now than endeavour to mitigate them \n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was not to say that M. Legrandin was anything but sincere when he inveighed against snobs. He could not from his own knowledge, at least be aware that he was one also, since it is only with the passions of others that we are ever really familiar, and what we come to find out about our own can be no more than what other people have shewn us. Upon ourselves they react but indirectly, through our imagination, which substitutes for our actual, primary motives other, secondary motives, less stark and therefore more decent. Never had Legrandin\'s snobbishness impelled him to make a habit of visiting a duchess as such. Instead, it would set his imagination to make that duchess appear, in Legrandin\'s eyes, endowed with all the graces. He would be drawn towards the duchess, assuring himself the while that he was yielding to the attractions of her mind, and her other virtues, which the vile race of snobs could never understand. Only his fellow-snobs knew that he was of their number, for, owing to their inability to appreciate the intervening efforts of his imagination, they saw in close juxtaposition the social activities of Legrandin and their primary cause \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At home, meanwhile, we had no longer any illusions as to M. Legrandin, and our relations with him had become much more distant. Mamma would be greatly delighted whenever she caught him red-handed in the sin, which he continued to call the unpardonable sin, of snobbery. As for my father, he found it difficult to take Legrandin\'s airs in so light, in so detached a spirit; and when there was some talk, one year, of sending me to spend the long summer holidays at Balbec with my grandmother, he said: I must, most certainly, tell Legrandin that you are going to Balbec, to see whether he will offer you an introduction to his sister. He probably doesn\'t remember telling us that she lived within a mile of the place. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My grandmother, who held that, when one went to the seaside, one ought to be on the beach from morning to night, to taste the salt breezes, and that one should not know anyone in the place, because calls and parties and excursions were so much time stolen from what belonged, by rights, to the sea-air, begged him on no account to speak to Legrandin of our plans; for already, in her mind\'s eye, she could see his sister, Mme. de Cambremer, alighting from her carriage at the door of our hotel just as we were on the point of going out fishing, and obliging us to remain indoors all afternoon to entertain her. But Mamma laughed her fears to scorn, for she herself felt that the danger was not so threatening, and that Legrandin would shew no undue anxiety to make us acquainted with his sister. And, as it happened, there was no need for any of us to introduce the subject of Balbec, for it was Legrandin himself who, without the least suspicion that we had ever had any intention of visiting those parts, walked into the trap uninvited one evening, when we met him strolling on the banks of the Vivonne \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There are tints in the clouds this evening, violets and blues, which are very beautiful, are they not, my friend? he said to my father. Especially a blue which is far more floral than atmospheric, a cineraria blue, which it is surprising to see in the sky. And that little pink cloud there, has it not just the tint of some flower, a carnation or hydrangea? Nowhere, perhaps, except on the shores of the English Channel, where Normandy merges into Brittany, have I been able to find such copious examples of what you might call a vegetable kingdom in the clouds. Down there, close to Balbec, among all those places which are still so uncivilised, there is a little bay, charmingly quiet, where the sunsets of the Auge Valley, those red-and-gold sunsets which, all the same, I am very far from despising seem commonplace and insignificant; for in that moist and gentle atmosphere these heavenly flower-beds will break into blossom, in a few moments, in the evenings, incomparably lovely, and often lasting for hours before they fade. Others shed their leaves at once, and then it is more beautiful still to see the sky strewn with the scattering of their innumerable petals, sulphurous yellow and rosy red. In that bay, which they call the Opal Bay, the golden sands appear more charming still from being fastened, like fair Andromeda, to those terrible rocks of the surrounding coast, to that funereal shore, famed for the number of its wrecks, where every winter many a brave vessel falls a victim to the perils of the sea. Balbec! the oldest bone in the geological skeleton that underlies our soil, the true Armor, the sea, the land\'s end, the accursed region which Anatole France—an enchanter whose works our young friend ought to read—has so well depicted, beneath its eternal fogs, as though it were indeed the land of the Cimmerians in the Odyssey. Balbec; yes, they are building hotels there now, superimposing them upon its ancient and charming soil, which they are powerless to alter; how delightful it is, down there, to be able to step out at once into regions so primitive and so entrancing. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Indeed! And do you know anyone at Balbec? inquired my father. This young man is just going to spend a couple of months there with his grandmother, and my wife too, perhaps. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Legrandin, taken unawares by the question at a moment when he was looking directly at my father, was unable to turn aside his gaze, and so concentrated it with steadily increasing intensity—smiling mournfully the while—upon the eyes of his questioner, with an air of friendliness and frankness and of not being afraid to look him in the face, until he seemed to have penetrated my father\'s skull, as it had been a ball of glass, and to be seeing, at the moment, a long way beyond and behind it, a brightly coloured cloud, which provided him with a mental alibi, and would enable him to establish the theory that, just when he was being asked whether he knew anyone at Balbec, he had been thinking of something else, and so had not heard the question. As a rule these tactics make the questioner proceed to ask, Why, what are you thinking about? But my father, inquisitive, annoyed, and cruel, repeated: Have you friends, then, in that neighbourhood, that you know Balbec so well? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In a final and desperate effort the smiling gaze of Legrandin struggled to the extreme limits of its tenderness, vagueness, candour, and distraction; then feeling, no doubt, that there was nothing left for it now but to answer, he said to us: I have friends all the world over, wherever there are companies of trees, stricken but not defeated, which have come together to offer a common supplication, with pathetic obstinacy, to an inclement sky which has no mercy upon them. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 That is not quite what I meant, interrupted my father, obstinate as a tree and merciless as the sky. I asked you, in case anything should happen to my mother-in-law and she wanted to feel that she was not all alone down there, at the ends of the earth, whether you knew any of the people. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There as elsewhere, I know everyone and I know no one, replied Legrandin, who was by no means ready yet to surrender; places I know well, people very slightly. But, down there, the places themselves seem to me just like people, rare and wonderful people, of a delicate quality which would have been corrupted and ruined by the gift of life. Perhaps it is a castle which you encounter upon the cliff\'s edge; standing there by the roadside, where it has halted to contemplate its sorrows before an evening sky, still rosy, through which a golden moon is climbing; while the fishing-boats, homeward bound, creasing the watered silk of the Channel, hoist its pennant at their mastheads and carry its colours. Or perhaps it is a simple dwelling-house that stands alone, ugly, if anything, timid-seeming but full of romance, hiding from every eye some imperishable secret of happiness and disenchantment. That land which knows not truth, he continued with Machiavellian subtlety, that land of infinite fiction makes bad reading for any boy; and is certainly not what I should choose or recommend for my young friend here, who is already so much inclined to melancholy, for a heart already predisposed to receive its impressions. Climates that breathe amorous secrets and futile regrets may agree with an old and disillusioned man like myself; but they must always prove fatal to a temperament which is still unformed. Believe me, he went on with emphasis, the waters of that bay—more Breton than Norman—may exert a sedative influence, though even that is of questionable value, upon a heart which, like mine, is no longer unbroken, a heart for whose wounds there is no longer anything to compensate. But at your age, my boy, those waters are contra-indicated.... Good night to you, neighbours, he added, moving away from us with that evasive abruptness to which we were accustomed; and then, turning towards us, with a physicianly finger raised in warning, he resumed the consultation: No Balbec before you are fifty! he called out to me, and even then it must depend on the state of the heart. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father spoke to him of it again, as often as we met him, and tortured him with questions, but it was labour in vain: like that scholarly swindler who devoted to the fabrication of forged palimpsests a wealth of skill and knowledge and industry the hundredth part of which would have sufficed to establish him in a more lucrative—but an honourable occupation, M. Legrandin, had we insisted further, would in the end have constructed a whole system of ethics, and a celestial geography of Lower Normandy, sooner than admit to us that, within a mile of Balbec, his own sister was living in her own house; sooner than find himself obliged to offer us a letter of introduction, the prospect of which would never have inspired him with such terror had he been absolutely certain—as, from his knowledge of my grandmother\'s character, he really ought to have been certain—that in no circumstances whatsoever would we have dreamed of making use of it. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0* * * \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We used always to return from our walks in good time to pay aunt Léonie a visit before dinner. In the first weeks of our Combray holidays, when the days ended early, we would still be able to see, as we turned into the Rue du Saint-Esprit, a reflection of the western sky from the windows of the house and a band of purple at the foot of the Calvary, which was mirrored further on in the pond; a fiery glow which, accompanied often by a cold that burned and stung, would associate itself in my mind with the glow of the fire over which, at that very moment, was roasting the chicken that was to furnish me, in place of the poetic pleasure I had found in my walk, with the sensual pleasures of good feeding, warmth and rest. But in summer, when we came back to the house, the sun would not have set; and while we were upstairs paying our visit to aunt Léonie its rays, sinking until they touched and lay along her window-sill, would there be caught and held by the large inner curtains and the bands which tied them back to the wall, and split and scattered and filtered; and then, at last, would fall upon and inlay with tiny flakes of gold the lemonwood of her chest-of-drawers, illuminating the room in their passage with the same delicate, slanting, shadowed beams that fall among the boles of forest trees. But on some days, though very rarely, the chest-of-drawers would long since have shed its momentary adornments, there would no longer, as we turned into the Rue du Saint-Esprit, be any reflection from the western sky burning along the line of window-panes; the pond beneath the Calvary would have lost its fiery glow, sometimes indeed had changed already to an opalescent pallor, while a long ribbon of moonlight, bent and broken and broadened by every ripple upon the water\'s surface, would be lying across it, from end to end. Then, as we drew near the house, we would make out a figure standing upon the doorstep, and Mamma would say to me: Good heavens! There is Françoise looking out for us; your aunt must be anxious; that means we are late. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And without wasting time by stopping to take off our \'things\' we would fly upstairs to my aunt Léonie\'s room to reassure her, to prove to her by our bodily presence that all her gloomy imaginings were false, that, on the contrary, nothing had happened to us, but that we had gone the \'Guermantes way,\' and, good lord, when one took that walk, my aunt knew well enough that one could never say at what time one would be home \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 There, Françoise, my aunt would say, didn\'t I tell you that they must have gone the Guermantes way? Good gracious! They must be hungry! And your nice leg of mutton will be quite dried up now, after all the hours it\'s been waiting. What a time to come in! Well, and so you went the Guermantes way? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But, Leonie, I supposed you knew, Mamma would answer. I thought that Françoise had seen us go out by the little gate, through the kitchen-garden. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0For there were, in the environs of Combray, two \'ways\' which we used to take for our walks, and so diametrically opposed that we would actually leave the house by a different door, according to the way we had chosen: the way towards Méséglise-la-Vineuse, which we called also \'Swann\'s way,\' because, to get there, one had to pass along the boundary of M. Swann\'s estate, and the \'Guermantes way.\' Of Méséglise-la-Vineuse, to tell the truth, I never knew anything more than the way there, and the strange people who would come over on Sundays to take the air in Combray, people whom, this time, neither my aunt nor any of us would \'know at all,\' and whom we would therefore assume to be \'people who must have come over from Méséglise.\' As for Guermantes, I was to know it well enough one day, but that day had still to come; and, during the whole of my boyhood, if Méséglise was to me something as inaccessible as the horizon, which remained hidden from sight, however far one went, by the folds of a country which no longer bore the least resemblance to the country round Combray; Guermantes, on the other hand, meant no more than the ultimate goal, ideal rather than real, of the \'Guermantes way,\' a sort of abstract geographical term like the North Pole or the Equator. And so to \'take the Guermantes way\' in order to get to Méséglise, or vice versa, would have seemed to me as nonsensical a proceeding as to turn to the east in order to reach the west. Since my father used always to speak of the \'Méséglise way\' as comprising the finest view of a plain that he knew anywhere, and of the \'Guermantes way\' as typical of river scenery, I had invested each of them, by conceiving them in this way as two distinct entities, with that cohesion, that unity which belongs only to the figments of the mind; the smallest detail of either of them appeared to me as a precious thing, which exhibited the special excellence of the whole, while, immediately beside them, in the first stages of our walk, before we had reached the sacred soil of one or the other, the purely material roads, at definite points on which they were set down as the ideal view over a plain and the ideal scenery of a river, were no more worth the trouble of looking at them than, to a keen playgoer and lover of dramatic art, are the little streets which may happen to run past the walls of a theatre. But, above all, I set between them, far more distinctly than the mere distance in miles and yards and inches which separated one from the other, the distance that there was between the two parts of my brain in which I used to think of them, one of those distances of the mind which time serves only to lengthen, which separate things irremediably from one another, keeping them for ever upon different planes. And this distinction was rendered still more absolute because the habit we had of never going both ways on the same day, or in the course of the same walk, but the \'Méséglise way\' one time and the \'Guermantes way\' another, shut them up, so to speak, far apart and unaware of each other\'s existence, in the sealed vessels—between which there could be no communication—of separate afternoons \n\xa0\xa0\xa0When we had decided to go the \'Méséglise way\' we would start without undue haste, and even if the sky were clouded over, since the walk was not very long, and did not take us too far from home, as though we were not going anywhere in particular, by the front-door of my aunt\'s house, which opened on to the Rue du Saint-Esprit. We would be greeted by the gunsmith, we would drop our letters into the box, we would tell Théodore, from Françoise, as we passed, that she had run out of oil or coffee, and we would leave the town by the road which ran along the white fence of M. Swann\'s park. Before reaching it we would be met on our way by the scent of his lilac-trees, come out to welcome strangers. Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white or purple blossom, which glowed, even in the shade, with the sunlight in which they had been bathed. Some of them, half-concealed by the little tiled house, called the Archers\' Lodge, in which Swann\'s keeper lived, overtopped its gothic gable with their rosy minaret. The nymphs of spring would have seemed coarse and vulgar in comparison with these young houris, who retained, in this French garden, the pure and vivid colouring of a Persian miniature. Despite my desire to throw my arms about their pliant forms and to draw down towards me the starry locks that crowned their fragrant heads, we would pass them by without stopping, for my parents had ceased to visit Tansonville since Swann\'s marriage, and, so as not to appear to be looking into his park, we would, instead of taking the road which ran beside its boundary and then climbed straight up to the open fields, choose another way, which led in the same direction, but circuitously, and brought us out rather too far from home \n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day my grandfather said to my \'father: Don\'t you remember Swann\'s telling us yesterday that his wife and daughter had gone off to Rheims and that he was taking the opportunity of spending a day or two in Paris? We might go along by the park, since the ladies are not at home; that will make it a little shorter. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We stopped for a moment by the fence. Lilac-time was nearly over; some of the trees still thrust aloft, in tall purple chandeliers, their tiny balls of blossom, but in many places among their foliage where, only a week before, they had still been breaking in waves of fragrant foam, these were now spent and shrivelled and discoloured, a hollow scum, dry and scentless. My grandfather pointed out to my father in what respects the appearance of the place was still the same, and how far it had altered since the walk that he had taken with old M. Swann, on the day of his wife\'s death; and he seized the opportunity to tell us, once again, the story of that walk \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In front of us a path bordered with nasturtiums rose in the full glare of the sun towards the house. But to our right the park stretched away into the distance, on level ground. Overshadowed by the tall trees which stood close around it, an \'ornamental water\' had been constructed by Swann\'s parents but, even in his most artificial creations, nature is the material upon which man has to work; certain spots will persist in remaining surrounded by the vassals of their own especial sovereignty, and will raise their immemorial standards among all the \'laid-out\' scenery of a park, just as they would have done far from any human interference, in a solitude which must everywhere return to engulf them, springing up out of the necessities of their exposed position, and superimposing itself upon the work of man\'s hands. And so it was that, at the foot of the path which led down to this artificial lake, there might be seen, in its two tiers woven of trailing forget-me-nots below and of periwinkle flowers above, the natural, delicate, blue garland which binds the luminous, shadowed brows of water-nymphs; while the iris, its swords sweeping every way in regal profusion, stretched out over agrimony and water-growing king-cups the lilied sceptres, tattered glories of yellow and purple, of the kingdom of the lake \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The absence of Mlle. Swann, which—since it preserved me from the terrible risk of seeing her appear on one of the paths, and of being identified and scorned by this so privileged little girl who had Bergotte for a friend and used to go with him to visit cathedrals—made the exploration of Tansonville, now for the first time permitted me, a matter of indifference to myself, seemed however to invest the property, in my grandfather\'s and father\'s eyes, with a fresh and transient charm, and like an entirely cloudless sky when one is going mountaineering to make the day extraordinarily propitious for a walk in this direction; I should have liked to see their reckoning proved false, to see, by a miracle, Mlle. Swann appear, with her father, so close to us that we should not have time to escape, and should therefore be obliged to make her acquaintance. And so, when I suddenly noticed a straw basket lying forgotten on the grass by the side of a line whose float was bobbing in the water, I made a great effort to keep my father and grandfather looking in another direction, away from this sign that she might, after all, be in residence. Still, as Swann had told us that he ought not, really, to go away just then, as he had some people staying in the house, the line might equally belong to one of these guests. Not a footstep was to be heard on any of the paths. Somewhere in one of the tall trees, making a stage in its height, an invisible bird, desperately attempting to make the day seem shorter, was exploring with a long, continuous note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility that, one would have said, it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly. The sunlight fell so implacably from a fixed sky that one was naturally inclined to slip away out of the reach of its attentions, and even the slumbering water, whose repose was perpetually being invaded by the insects that swarmed above its surface, while it dreamed, no doubt, of some imaginary maelstrom, intensified the uneasiness which the sight of that floating cork had wrought in me, by appearing to draw it at full speed across the silent reaches of a mirrored firmament; now almost vertical, it seemed on the point of plunging down out of sight, and I had begun to ask myself whether, setting aside the longing and the terror that I had of making her acquaintance, it was not actually my duty to warn Mlle. Swann that the fish was biting—when I was obliged to run after my father and grandfather, who were calling me, and were surprised that I had not followed them along the little path, climbing up hill towards the open fields, into which they had already turned. I found the whole path throbbing with the fragrance of hawthorn-blossom. The hedge resembled a series of chapels, whose walls were no longer visible under the mountains of flowers that were heaped upon their altars; while underneath, the sun cast a square of light upon the ground, as though it had shone in upon them through a window; the scent that swept out over me from them was as rich, and as circumscribed in its range, as though I had been standing before the Lady-altar, and the flowers, themselves adorned also, held out each its little bunch of glittering stamens with an air of inattention, fine, radiating \'nerves\' in the flamboyant style of architecture, like those which, in church, framed the stair to the rood-loft or closed the perpendicular tracery of the windows, but here spread out into pools of fleshy white, like strawberry-beds in spring. How simple and rustic, in comparison with these, would seem the dog-roses which, in a few weeks\' time, would be climbing the same hillside path in the heat of the sun, dressed in the smooth silk of their blushing pink bodices, which would be undone and scattered by the first breath of wind \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But it was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns, to breathe in, to marshal before my mind which knew not what to make of it, to lose in order to rediscover their invisible and unchanging odour, to absorb myself in the rhythm which disposed their flowers here and there with the light-heartedness of youth, and at intervals as unexpected as certain intervals of music; they offered me an indefinite continuation of the same charm, in an inexhaustible profusion, but without letting me delve into it any more deeply, like those melodies which one can play over a hundred times in succession without coming any nearer to their secret. I turned away from them for a moment so as to be able to return to them with renewed strength. My eyes followed up the slope which, outside the hedge, rose steeply to the fields, a poppy that had strayed and been lost by its fellows, or a few cornflowers that had fallen lazily behind, and decorated the ground here and there with their flowers like the border of a tapestry, in which may be seen at intervals hints of the rustic theme which appears triumphant in the panel itself; infrequent still, spaced apart as the scattered houses which warn us that we are approaching a village, they betokened to me the vast expanse of waving corn beneath the fleecy clouds, and the sight of a single poppy hoisting upon its slender rigging and holding against the breeze its scarlet ensign, over the buoy of rich black earth from which it sprang, made my heart beat as does a wayfarer\'s when he perceives, upon some low-lying ground, an old and broken boat which is being caulked and made seaworthy, and cries out, although he has not yet caught sight of it, The Sea! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then I returned to my hawthorns, and stood before them as one stands before those masterpieces of painting which, one imagines, one will be better able to \'take in\' when one has looked away, for a moment, at something else; but in vain did I shape my fingers into a frame, so as to have nothing but the hawthorns before my eyes; the sentiment which they aroused in me remained obscure and vague, struggling and failing to free itself, to float across and become one with the flowers. They themselves offered me no enlightenment, and I could not call upon any other flowers to satisfy this mysterious longing. And then, inspiring me with that rapture which we feel on seeing a work by our favourite painter quite different from any of those that we already know, or, better still, when some one has taken us and set us down in front of a picture of which we have hitherto seen no more than a pencilled sketch, or when a piece of music which we have heard played over on the piano bursts out again in our ears with all the splendour and fullness of an orchestra, my grandfather called me to him, and, pointing to the hedge of Tansonville, said: You are fond of hawthorns; just look at this pink one; isn\'t it pretty? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it was indeed a hawthorn, but one whose flowers were pink, and lovelier even than the white. It, too, was in holiday attire, for one of those days which are the only true holidays, the holy days of religion, because they are not appointed by any capricious accident, as secular holidays are appointed, upon days which are not specially ordained for such observances, which have nothing about them that is essentially festal—but it was attired even more richly than the rest, for the flowers which clung to its branches, one above another, so thickly as to leave no part of the tree undecorated, like the tassels wreathed about the crook of a rococo shepherdess, were every one of them \'in colour,\' and consequently of a superior quality, by the aesthetic standards of Combray, to the \'plain,\' if one was to judge by the scale of prices at the \'stores\' in the Square, or at Camus\'s, where the most expensive biscuits were those whose sugar was pink. And for my own part I set a higher value on cream cheese when it was pink, when I had been allowed to tinge it with crushed strawberries. And these flowers had chosen precisely the colour of some edible and delicious thing, or of some exquisite addition to one\'s costume for a great festival, which colours, inasmuch as they make plain the reason for their superiority, are those whose beauty is most evident to the eyes of children, and for that reason must always seem more vivid and more natural than any other tints, even after the child\'s mind has realised that they offer no gratification to the appetite, and have not been selected by the dressmaker. And, indeed, I had felt at once, as I had felt before the white blossom, but now still more marvelling, that it was in no artificial manner, by no device of human construction, that the festal intention of these flowers was revealed, but that it was Nature herself who had spontaneously expressed it with the simplicity of a woman from a village shop, labouring at the decoration of a street altar for some procession by burying the bush in these little rosettes, almost too ravishing in colour, this rustic \'pompadour.\' High up on the branches, like so many of those tiny rose-trees, their pots concealed in jackets of paper lace, whose slender stems rise in a forest from the altar on the greater festivals, a thousand buds were swelling and opening, paler in colour, but each disclosing as it burst, as at the bottom of a cup of pink marble, its blood-red stain, and suggesting even more strongly than the full-blown flowers the special, irresistible quality of the hawthorn-tree, which, wherever it budded, wherever it was about to blossom, could bud and blossom in pink flowers alone. Taking its place in the hedge, but as different from the rest as a young girl in holiday attire among a crowd of dowdy women in everyday clothes, who are staying at home, equipped and ready for the \'Month of Mary,\' of which it seemed already to form a part, it shone and smiled in its cool, rosy garments, a Catholic bush indeed, and altogether delightful \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The hedge allowed us a glimpse, inside the park, of an alley bordered with jasmine, pansies, and verbenas, among which the stocks held open their fresh plump purses, of a pink as fragrant and as faded as old Spanish leather, while on the gravel-path a long watering-pipe, painted green, coiling across the ground, poured, where its holes were, over the flowers whose perfume those holes inhaled, a vertical and prismatic fan of infinitesimal, rainbow-coloured drops. Suddenly I stood still, unable to move, as happens when something appears that requires not only our eyes to take it in, but involves a deeper kind of perception and takes possession of the whole of our being. A little girl, with fair, reddish hair, who appeared to be returning from a walk, and held a trowel in her hand, was looking at us, raising towards us a face powdered with pinkish freckles. Her black eyes gleamed, and as I did not at that time know, and indeed have never since learned how to reduce to its objective elements any strong impression, since I had not, as they say, enough \'power of observation\' to isolate the sense of their colour, for a long time afterwards, whenever I thought of her, the memory of those bright eyes would at once present itself to me as a vivid azure, since her complexion was fair; so much so that, perhaps, if her eyes had not been quite so black—which was what struck one most forcibly on first meeting her—I should not have been, as I was, especially enamoured of their imagined blue \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I gazed at her, at first with that gaze which is not merely a messenger from the eyes, but in whose window all the senses assemble and lean out, petrified and anxious, that gaze which would fain reach, touch, capture, bear off in triumph the body at which it is aimed, and the soul with the body; then so frightened was I lest at any moment my grandfather and father, catching sight of the girl, might tear me away from her, by making me run on in front of them with another, an unconsciously appealing look, whose object was to force her to pay attention to me, to see, to know me. She cast a glance forwards and sideways, so as to take stock of my grandfather and father, and doubtless the impression she formed of them was that we were all absurd people, for she turned away with an indifferent and contemptuous air, withdrew herself so as to spare her face the indignity of remaining within their field of vision; and while they, continuing to walk on without noticing her, had overtaken and passed me, she allowed her eyes to wander, over the space that lay between us, in my direction, without any particular expression, without appearing to have seen me, but with an intensity, a half-hidden smile which I was unable to interpret, according to the instruction I had received in the ways of good breeding, save as a mark of infinite disgust; and her hand, at the same time, sketched in the air an indelicate gesture, for which, when it was addressed in public to a person whom one did not know, the little dictionary of manners which I carried in my mind supplied only one meaning, namely, a deliberate insult \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Gilberte, come along; what are you doing? called out in a piercing tone of authority a lady in white, whom I had not seen until that moment, while, a little way beyond her, a gentleman in a suit of linen \'ducks,\' whom I did not know either, stared at me with eyes which seemed to be starting from his head; the little girl\'s smile abruptly faded, and, seizing her trowel, she made off without turning to look again in my direction, with an air of obedience, inscrutable and sly \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so was wafted to my ears the name of Gilberte, bestowed on me like a talisman which might, perhaps, enable me some day to rediscover her whom its syllables had just endowed with a definite personality, whereas, a moment earlier, she had been only something vaguely seen. So it came to me, uttered across the heads of the stocks and jasmines, pungent and cool as the drops which fell from the green watering-pipe; impregnating and irradiating the zone of pure air through which it had passed, which it set apart and isolated from all other air, with the mystery of the life of her whom its syllables designated to the happy creatures that lived and walked and travelled in her company; unfolding through the arch of the pink hawthorn, which opened at the height of my shoulder, the quintessence of their familiarity—so exquisitely painful to myself—with her, and with all that unknown world of her existence, into which I should never penetrate \n\xa0\xa0\xa0For a moment while we moved away, and my grandfather murmured: Poor Swann, what a life they are leading him; fancy sending him away so that she can be left alone with her Charlus—for that was Charlus: I recognised him at once! And the child, too; at her age, to be mixed up in all that! the impression left on me by the despotic tone in which Gilberte\'s mother had spoken to her, without her replying, by exhibiting her to me as being obliged to yield obedience to some one else, as not being indeed superior to the whole world, calmed my sufferings somewhat, revived some hope in me, and cooled the ardour of my love. But very soon that love surged up again in me like a reaction by which my humiliated heart was endeavouring to rise to Gilberte\'s level, or to draw her down to its own. I loved her; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to do her some injury, to force her to keep some memory of me. I knew her to be so beautiful that I should have liked to be able to retrace my steps so as to shake my fist at her and shout, I think you are hideous, grotesque; you are utterly disgusting! However, I walked away, carrying with me, then and for ever afterwards, as the first illustration of a type of happiness rendered inaccessible to a little boy of my kind by certain laws of nature which it was impossible to transgress, the picture of a little girl with reddish hair, and a skin freckled with tiny pink marks, who held a trowel in her hand, and smiled as she directed towards me a long and subtle and inexpressive stare. And already the charm with which her name, like a cloud of incense, had filled that archway in the pink hawthorn through which she and I had, together, heard its sound, was beginning to conquer, to cover, to embalm, to beautify everything with which it had any association: her grandparents, whom my own had been so unspeakably fortunate as to know, the glorious profession of a stockholder, even the melancholy neighbourhood of the Champs-Elysées, where she lived in Paris. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Léonie, said my grandfather on our return, I wish we had had you with us this afternoon. You would never have known Tansonville. If I had had the courage I would have cut you a branch of that pink hawthorn you used to like so much. And so my grandfather told her the story of our walk, either just to amuse her, or perhaps because there was still some hope that she might be stimulated to rise from her bed and to go out of doors. For in earlier days she had been very fond of Tansonville, and, moreover, Swann\'s visits had been the last that she had continued to receive, at a time when she had already closed her doors to all the world. And just as, when he called, in these later days, to inquire for her and she was still the only person in our household whom he would ask to see, she would send down to say that she was tired at the moment and resting, but that she would be happy to see him another time, so, this evening, she said to my grandfather, Yes, some day when the weather is fine I shall go for a drive as far as the gate of the park. And in saying this she was quite sincere. She would have liked to see Swann and Tansonville again; but the mere wish to do so sufficed for all that remained of her strength, which its fulfilment would have more than exhausted. Sometimes a spell of fine weather made her a little more energetic, she would rise and put on her clothes; but before she had reached the outer room she would be \'tired\' again, and would insist on returning to her bed. The process which had begun in her—and in her a little earlier only than it must come to all of us—was the great and general renunciation which old age makes in preparation for death, the chrysalis stage of life, which may be observed wherever life has been unduly prolonged; even in old lovers who have lived for one another with the utmost intensity of passion, and in old friends bound by the closest ties of mental sympathy, who, after a certain year, cease to make, the necessary journey, or even to cross the street to see one another, cease to correspond, and know well that they will communicate no more in this world. My aunt must have been perfectly well aware that she would not see Swann again, that she would never leave her own house any more, but this ultimate seclusion seemed to be accepted by her with all the more readiness for the very reason which, to our minds, ought to have made it more unbearable; namely, that such a seclusion was forced upon her by the gradual and steady diminution in her strength which she was able to measure daily, which, by making every action, every movement \'tiring\' to her if not actually painful, gave to inaction, isolation and silence the blessed, strengthening and refreshing charm of repose. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My aunt did not go to see the pink hawthorn in the hedge, but at all hours of the day I would ask the rest of my family whether she was not going to go, whether she used not, at one time, to go often to Tansonville, trying to make them speak of Mile. Swann\'s parents and grandparents, who appeared to me to be as great and glorious as gods. The name, which had for me become almost mythological, of Swann—when I talked with my family I would grow sick with longing to hear them utter it; I dared not pronounce it myself, but I would draw them into a discussion of matters which led naturally to Gilberte and her family, in which she was involved, in speaking of which I would feel myself not too remotely banished from her company; and I would suddenly force my father by pretending, for instance, to believe that my grandfather\'s business had been in our family before his day, or that the hedge with the pink hawthorn which my aunt Léonie wished to visit was on common ground to correct my statements, to say, as though in opposition to me and of his own accord: No, no, the business belonged to Swann\'s father, that hedge is part of Swann\'s park. And then I would be obliged to pause for breath; so stifling was the pressure, upon that part of me where it was for ever inscribed, of that name which, at the moment when I heard it, seemed to me fuller, more portentous than any other name, because it was burdened with the weight of all the occasions on which I had secretly uttered it in my mind. It caused me a pleasure which I was ashamed to have dared to demand from my parents, for so great was it that to have procured it for me must have involved them in an immensity of effort, and with no recompense, since for them there was no pleasure in the sound. And so I would prudently turn the conversation. And by a scruple of conscience, also. All the singular seductions which I had stored up in the sound of that word Swann, I found again as soon as it was uttered. And then it occurred to me suddenly that my parents could not fail to experience the same emotions, that they must find themselves sharing my point of view, that they perceived in their turn, that they condoned, that they even embraced my visionary longings, and I was as wretched as though I had ravished and corrupted the innocence of their hearts. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0That year my family fixed the day of their return to Paris rather earlier than usual. On the morning of our departure I had had my hair curled, to be ready to face the photographer, had had a new hat carefully set upon my head, and had been buttoned into a velvet jacket; a little later my mother, after searching everywhere for me, found me standing in tears on that steep little hillside close to Tansonville, bidding a long farewell to my hawthorns, clasping their sharp branches to my bosom, and like a princess in a tragedy, oppressed by the weight of all her senseless jewellery with no gratitude towards the officious hand which had, in curling those ringlets, been at pains to collect all my hair upon my forehead; trampling underfoot the curl-papers which I had torn from my head, and my new hat with them. My mother was not at all moved by my tears, but she could not suppress a cry at the sight of my battered headgear and my ruined jacket. I did not, however, hear her. Oh, my poor little hawthorns, I was assuring them through my sobs, it is not you that want to make me unhappy, to force me to leave you. You, you have never done me any harm. So I shall always love you. And, drying my eyes, I promised them that, when I grew up, I would never copy the foolish example of other men, but that even in Paris, on fine spring days, instead of paying calls and listening to silly talk, I would make excursions into the country to see the first hawthorn-trees in bloom. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Once in the fields we never left them again during the rest of our Méséglise walk. They were perpetually crossed, as though by invisible streams of traffic, by the wind, which was to me the tutelary genius of Combray. Every year, on the day of our arrival, in order to feel that I really was at Combray, I would climb the hill to find it running again through my clothing, and setting me running in its wake. One always had the wind for companion when one went the \'Méséglise way,\' on that swelling plain which stretched, mile beyond mile, without any disturbance of its gentle contour. I knew that Mlle. Swann used often to go and spend a few days at Laon, and, for all that it was many miles away, the distance was obviated by the absence of any intervening obstacle; when, on hot afternoons, I would see a breath of wind emerge from the farthest horizon, bowing the heads of the corn in distant fields, pouring like a flood over all that vast expanse, and finally settling down, warm and rustling, among the clover and sainfoin at my feet, that plain which was common to us both seemed then to draw us together, to unite us; I would imagine that the same breath had passed by her also, that there was some message from her in what it was whispering to me, without my being able to understand it, and I would catch and kiss it as it passed. On my left was a village called Champieu Campus Pagani, according to the Curé. On my right I could see across the cornfields the two crocketed, rustic spires of Saint-André-des-Champs, themselves as tapering, scaly, plated, honeycombed, yellowed, and roughened as two ears of wheat. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At regular intervals, among the inimitable ornamentation of their leaves, which can be mistaken for those of no other fruit-tree, the apple-trees were exposing their broad petals of white satin, or hanging in shy bunches their unopened, blushing buds. It was while going the \'Méséglise way\' that I first noticed the circular shadow which apple-trees cast upon the sunlit ground, and also those impalpable threads of golden silk which the setting sun weaves slantingly downwards from beneath their leaves, and which I would see my father slash through with his stick without ever making them swerve from their straight path. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes in the afternoon sky a white moon would creep up like a little cloud, furtive, without display, suggesting an actress who does not have to \'come on\' for a while, and so goes \'in front\' in her ordinary clothes to watch the rest of the company for a moment, but keeps in the background, not wishing to attract attention to herself. I was glad to find her image reproduced in books and paintings, though these works of art were very different—at least in my earlier years, before Bloch had attuned my eyes and mind to more subtle harmonies—from those in which the moon seems fair to me to-day, but in which I should not have recognised her then. It might be, for instance, some novel by Saintine, some landscape by Gleyre, in which she is cut out sharply against the sky, in the form of a silver sickle, some work as unsophisticated and as incomplete as were, at that date, my own impressions, and which it enraged my grandmother\'s sisters to see me admire. They held that one ought to set before children, and that children shewed their own innate good taste in admiring, only such books and pictures as they would continue to admire when their minds were developed and mature. No doubt they regarded aesthetic values as material objects which an unclouded vision could not fail to discern, without needing to have their equivalent in experience of life stored up and slowly ripening in one\'s heart. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was along the \'Méséglise way,\' at Montjouvain, a house built on the edge of a large pond, and overlooked by a steep, shrub-grown hill, that M. Vinteuil lived. And so we used often to meet his daughter driving her dogcart at full speed along the road. After a certain year we never saw her alone, but always accompanied by a friend, a girl older than herself, with an evil reputation in the neighbourhood, who in the end installed herself permanently, one day, at Montjouvain. People said: That poor M. Vinteuil must be blinded by love not to see what everyone is talking about, and to let his daughter—a man who is horrified if you use a word in the wrong sense—bring a woman like that to live under his roof. He says that she is a most superior woman, with a heart of gold, and that she would have shewn extraordinary musical talent if she had only been trained. He may be sure it is not music that she is teaching his daughter. But M. Vinteuil assured them that it was, and indeed it is remarkable that people never fail to arouse admiration of their normal qualities in the relatives of anyone with whom they are in physical intercourse. Bodily passion, which has been so unjustly decried, compels its victims to display every vestige that is in them of unselfishness and generosity, and so effectively that they shine resplendent in the eyes of all beholders. Dr. Percepied, whose loud voice and bushy eyebrows enabled him to play to his heart\'s content the part of \'double-dealer,\' a part to which he was not, otherwise, adapted, without in the least degree compromising his unassailable and quite unmerited reputation of being a kind-hearted old curmudgeon, could make the Curé and everyone else laugh until they cried by saying in a harsh voice: What d\'ye say to this, now? It seems that she plays music with her friend, Mile. Vinteuil. That surprises you, does it? Oh, I know nothing, nothing at all. It was Papa Vinteuil who told me all about it yesterday. After all, she has every right to be fond of music, that girl. I should never dream of thwarting the artistic vocation of a child; nor Vinteuil either, it seems. And then he plays music too, with his daughter\'s friend. Why, gracious heavens, it must be a regular musical box, that house out there! What are you laughing at? I say they\'ve been playing too much music, those people. I met Papa Vinteuil the other day, by the cemetery. It was all he could do to keep on his feet. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Anyone who, like ourselves, had seen M. Vinteuil, about this time, avoiding people whom he knew, and turning away as soon as he caught sight of them, changed in a few months into an old man, engulfed in a sea of sorrows, incapable of any effort not directly aimed at promoting his daughter\'s happiness, spending whole days beside his wife\'s grave, could hardly have failed to realise that he was gradually dying of a broken heart, could hardly have supposed that he paid no attention to the rumours which were going about. He knew, perhaps he even believed, what his neighbours were saying. There is probably no one, however rigid his virtue, who is not liable to find himself, by the complexity of circumstances, living at close quarters with the very vice which he himself has been most outspoken in condemning, without at first recognising it beneath the disguise which it assumes on entering his presence, so as to wound him and to make him suffer; the odd words, the unaccountable attitude, one evening, of a person whom he has a thousand reasons for loving. But for a man of M. Vinteuil\'s sensibility it must have been far more painful than for a hardened man of the world to have to resign himself to one of those situations which are wrongly supposed to occur in Bohemian circles only; for they are produced whenever there needs to establish itself in the security necessary to its development a vice which Nature herself has planted in the soul of a child, perhaps by no more than blending the virtues of its father and mother, as she might blend the colours of their eyes. And yet however much M. Vinteuil may have known of his daughter\'s conduct it did not follow that his adoration of her grew any less. The facts of life do not penetrate to the sphere in which our beliefs are cherished; as it was not they that engendered those beliefs, so they are powerless to destroy them; they can aim at them continual blows of contradiction and disproof without weakening them; and an avalanche of miseries and maladies coming, one after another, without interruption into the bosom of a family, will not make it lose faith in either the clemency of its God or the capacity of its physician. But when M. Vinteuil regarded his daughter and himself from the point of view of the world, and of their reputation, when he attempted to place himself by her side in the rank which they occupied in the general estimation of their neighbours, then he was bound to give judgment, to utter his own and her social condemnation in precisely the terms which the inhabitant of Combray most hostile to him and his daughter would have employed; he saw himself and her in \'low,\' in the very \'lowest water,\' inextricably stranded; and his manners had of late been tinged with that humility, that respect for persons who ranked above him and to whom he must now look up however far beneath him they might hitherto have been, that tendency to search for some means of rising again to their level, which is an almost mechanical result of any human misfortune. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day, when we were walking with Swann in one of the streets of Combray, M. Vinteuil, turning out of another street, found himself so suddenly face to face with us all that he had not time to escape; and Swann, with that almost arrogant charity of a man of the world who, amid the dissolution of all his own moral prejudices, finds in another\'s shame merely a reason for treating him with a friendly benevolence, the outward signs of which serve to enhance and gratify the self-esteem of the bestower because he feels that they are all the more precious to him upon whom they are bestowed, conversed at great length with M. Vinteuil, with whom for a long time he had been barely on speaking terms, and invited him, before leaving us, to send his daughter over, one day, to play at Tansonville. It was an invitation which, two years earlier, would have enraged M. Vinteuil, but which now filled him with so much gratitude that he felt himself obliged to refrain from the indiscretion of accepting. Swann\'s friendly regard for his daughter seemed to him to be in itself so honourable, so precious a support for his cause that he felt it would perhaps be better to make no use of it, so as to have the wholly Platonic satisfaction of keeping it in reserve. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 What a charming man! he said to us, after Swann had gone, with the same enthusiasm and veneration which make clever and pretty women of the middle classes fall victims to the physical and intellectual charms of a duchess, even though she be ugly and a fool. What a charming man! What a pity that he should have made such a deplorable marriage! \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then, so strong an element of hypocrisy is there in even the most sincere of men, who cast off, while they are talking to anyone, the opinion they actually hold of him and will express when he is no longer there, my family joined with M. Vinteuil in deploring Swann\'s marriage, invoking principles and conventions which all the more because they invoked them in common with him, as though we were all thorough good fellows of the same sort they appeared to suggest were in no way infringed at Montjouvain. M. Vinteuil did not send his daughter to visit Swann, an omission which Swann was the first to regret. For constantly, after meeting M. Vinteuil, he would remember that he had been meaning for a long time to ask him about some one of the same name as himself, one of his relatives, Swann supposed. And on this occasion he determined that he would not forget what he had to say to him when M. Vinteuil should appear with his daughter at Tansonville. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Since the \'Méséglise way\' was the shorter of the two that we used to take for our walks round Combray, and for that reason was reserved for days of uncertain weather, it followed that the climate of Méséglise shewed an unduly high rainfall, and we would never lose sight of the fringe of Roussainville wood, so that we could, at any moment, run for shelter beneath its dense thatch of leaves. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return. The brightness, though not the light of day, would then be shut off from a landscape in which all life appeared to be suspended, while the little village of Roussainville carved in relief upon the sky the white mass of its gables, with a startling precision of detail. A gust of wind blew from its perch a rook, which floated away and settled in the distance, while beneath a paling sky the woods on the horizon assumed a deeper tone of blue, as though they were painted in one of those cameos which you still find decorating the walls of old houses. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But on other days would begin to fall the rain, of which we had had due warning from the little barometer-figure which the spectacle-maker hung out in his doorway. Its drops, like migrating birds which fly off in a body at a given moment, would come down out of the sky in close marching order. They would never drift apart, would make no movement at random in their rapid course, but each one, keeping in its place, would draw after it the drop which was following, and the sky would be as greatly darkened as by the swallows flying south. We would take refuge among the trees. And when it seemed that their flight was accomplished, a few last drops, feebler and slower than the rest, would still come down. But we would emerge from our shelter, for the rain was playing a game, now, among the branches, and, even when it was almost dry again underfoot, a stray drop or two, lingering in the hollow of a leaf, would run down and hang glistening from the point of it until suddenly it splashed plump upon our upturned faces from the whole height of the tree. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Often, too, we would hurry for shelter, tumbling in among all its stony saints and patriarchs, into the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, How typically French that church was! Over its door the saints, the kings of chivalry with lilies in their hands, the wedding scenes and funerals were carved as they might have been in the mind of Françoise. The sculptor had also recorded certain anecdotes of Aristotle and Virgil, precisely as Françoise in her kitchen would break into speech about Saint Louis as though she herself had known him, generally in order to depreciate, by contrast with him, my grandparents, whom she considered less \'righteous.\' One could see that the ideas which the mediaeval artist and the mediaeval peasant who had survived to cook for us in the nineteenth century had of classical and of early Christian history, ideas whose inaccuracy was atoned for by their honest simplicity, were derived not from books, but from a tradition at once ancient and direct, unbroken, oral, degraded, unrecognisable, and alive. Another Combray person whom I could discern also, potential and typified, in the gothic sculptures of Saint-André-des-Champs was young Théodore, the assistant in Camus\'s shop. And, indeed, Françoise herself was well aware that she had in him a countryman and contemporary, for when my aunt was too ill for Françoise to be able, unaided, to lift her in her bed or to carry her to her chair, rather than let the kitchen-maid come upstairs and, perhaps, \'make an impression\' on my aunt, she would send out for Théodore. And this lad, who was regarded, and quite rightly, in the town as a \'bad character,\' was so abounding in that spirit which had served to decorate the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, and particularly in the feelings of respect due, in Françoise eyes, to all \'poor invalids,\' and, above all, to her own \'poor mistress,\' that he had, when he bent down to raise my aunt\'s head from her pillow, the same air of préraphaélite simplicity and zeal which the little angels in the bas-reliefs wear, who throng, with tapers in their hands, about the deathbed of Our Lady, as though those carved faces of stone, naked and grey like trees in winter, were, like them, asleep only, storing up life and waiting to flower again in countless plebeian faces, reverend and cunning as the face of Théodore, and glowing with the ruddy brilliance of ripe apples. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0There, too, not fastened to the wall like the little angels, but detached from the porch, of more than human stature, erect upon her pedestal as upon a footstool, which had been placed there to save her feet from contact with the wet ground, stood a saint with the full cheeks, the firm breasts which swelled out inside her draperies like a cluster of ripe grapes inside a bag, the narrow forehead, short and stubborn nose, deep-set eyes, and strong, thick-skinned, courageous expression of the country-women of those parts. This similarity, which imparted to the statue itself a kindliness that I had not looked to find in it, was corroborated often by the arrival of some girl from the fields, come, like ourselves, for shelter beneath the porch, whose presence there—as when the leaves of a climbing plant have grown up beside leaves carved in stone—seemed intended by fate to allow us, by confronting it with its type in nature, to form a critical estimate of the truth of the work of art. Before our eyes, in the distance, a promised or an accursed land, Roussainville, within whose walls I had never penetrated, Roussainville was now, when the rain had ceased for us, still being chastised, like a village in the Old Testament, by all the innumerable spears and arrows of the storm, which beat down obliquely upon the dwellings of its inhabitants, or else had already received the forgiveness of the Almighty, Who had restored to it the light of His sun, which fell upon it in rays of uneven length, like the rays of a monstrance upon an altar. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes, when the weather had completely broken, we were obliged to go home and to remain shut up indoors. Here and there, in the distance, in a landscape which, what with the failing light and saturated atmosphere, resembled a seascape rather, a few solitary houses clinging to the lower slopes of a hill whose heights were buried in a cloudy darkness shone out like little boats which had folded their sails and would ride at anchor, all night, upon the sea. But what mattered rain or storm? In summer, bad weather is no more than a passing fit of superficial ill-temper expressed by the permanent, underlying fine weather; a very different thing from the fluid and unstable \'fine weather\' of winter, its very opposite, in fact; for has it not firmly established in the soil, on which it has taken solid form in dense masses of foliage over which the rain may pour in torrents without weakening the resistance offered by their real and lasting happiness hoisted, to keep them flying throughout the season, in the village streets, on the walls of the houses and in their gardens, its silken banners, violet and white. Sitting in the little parlour, where I would pass the time until dinner with a book, I might hear the water dripping from our chestnut-trees, but I would know that the shower would only glaze and brighten the greenness of their thick, crumpled leaves, and that they themselves had undertaken to remain there, like pledges of summer, all through the rainy night, to assure me of the fine weather\'s continuing; it might rain as it pleased, but to-morrow, over the white fence of Tansonville, there would surge and flow, numerous as ever, a sea of little heart-shaped leaves; and without the least anxiety I could watch the poplar in the Rue des Perchamps praying for mercy, bowing in desperation before the storm; without the least anxiety I could hear, at the far end of the garden, the last peals of thunder growling among our lilac-trees. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0If the weather was bad all morning, my family would abandon the idea of a walk, and I would remain at home. But, later on, I formed the habit of going out by myself on such days, and walking towards Méséglise-la-Vineuse, during that autumn when we had to come to Combray to settle the division of my aunt Léonie\'s estate; for she had died at last, leaving both parties among her neighbours triumphant in the fact of her demise—those who had insisted that her mode of life was enfeebling and must ultimately kill her, and, equally, those who had always maintained that she suffered from some disease not imaginary, but organic, by the visible proof of which the most sceptical would be obliged to own themselves convinced, once she had succumbed to it; causing no intense grief to any save one of her survivors, but to that one a grief savage in its violence. During the long fortnight of my aunt\'s last illness Françoise never went out of her room for an instant, never took off her clothes, allowed no one else to do anything for my aunt, and did not leave her body until it was actually in its grave. Then, at last, we understood that the sort of terror in which Françoise had lived of my aunt\'s harsh words, her suspicions and her anger, had developed in her a sentiment which we had mistaken for hatred, and which was really veneration and love. Her true mistress, whose decisions it had been impossible to foresee, from whose stratagems it had been so hard to escape, of whose good nature it had been so easy to take advantage, her sovereign, her mysterious and omnipotent monarch was no more. Compared with such a mistress we counted for very little. The time had long passed when, on our first coming to spend our holidays at Combray, we had been of equal importance, in Françoise eyes, with my aunt. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0During that autumn my parents, finding the days so fully occupied with the legal formalities that had to be gone through, and discussions with solicitors and farmers, that they had little time for walks which, as it happened, the weather made precarious, began to let me go, without them, along the \'Méséglise way,\' wrapped up in a huge Highland plaid which protected me from the rain, and which I was all the more ready to throw over my shoulders because I felt that the stripes of its gaudy tartan scandalised Françoise, whom it was impossible to convince that the colour of one\'s clothes had nothing whatever to do with one\'s mourning for the dead, and to whom the grief which we had shewn on my aunt\'s death was wholly unsatisfactory, since we had not entertained the neighbours to a great funeral banquet, and did not adopt a special tone when we spoke of her, while I at times might be heard humming a tune. I am sure that in a book—and to that extent my feelings were closely akin to those of Françoise—such a conception of mourning, in the manner of the Chanson de Roland and of the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs, would have seemed most attractive. But the moment that Françoise herself approached, some evil spirit would urge me to attempt to make her angry, and I would avail myself of the slightest pretext to say to her that I regretted my aunt\'s death because she had been a good woman in spite of her absurdities, but not in the least because she was my aunt; that she might easily have been my aunt and yet have been so odious that her death would not have caused me a moment\'s sorrow; statements which, in a book, would have struck me as merely fatuous. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And if Françoise then, inspired like a poet with a flood of confused reflections upon bereavement, grief, and family memories, were to plead her inability to rebut my theories, saying: I don\'t know how to espress myself —I would triumph over her with an ironical and brutal common sense worthy of Dr. Percepied; and if she went on: All the same she was a geological relation; there is always the respect due to your geology, I would shrug my shoulders and say: It is really very good of me to discuss the matter with an illiterate old woman who cannot speak her own language, adopting, to deliver judgment on Françoise, the mean and narrow outlook of the pedant, whom those who are most contemptuous of him in the impartiality of their own minds are only too prone to copy when they are obliged to play a part upon the vulgar stage of life. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0My walks, that autumn, were all the more delightful because I used to take them after long hours spent over a book. When I was tired of reading, after a whole morning in the house, I would throw my plaid across my shoulders and set out; my body, which in a long spell of enforced immobility had stored up an accumulation of vital energy, was now obliged, like a spinning-top wound and let go, to spend this in every direction. The walls of houses, the Tansonville hedge, the trees of Roussainville wood, the bushes against which Montjouvain leaned its back, all must bear the blows of my walking-stick or umbrella, must hear my shouts of happiness, blows and shouts being indeed no more than expressions of the confused ideas which exhilarated me, and which, not being developed to the point at which they might rest exposed to the light of day, rather than submit to a slow and difficult course of elucidation, found it easier and more pleasant to drift into an immediate outlet. And so it is that the bulk of what appear to be the emotional renderings of our inmost sensations do no more than relieve us of the burden of those sensations by allowing them to escape from us in an indistinct form which does not teach us how it should be interpreted. When I attempt to reckon up all that I owe to the \'Méséglise way,\' all the humble discoveries of which it was either the accidental setting or the direct inspiration and cause, I am reminded that it was in that same autumn, on one of those walks, near the bushy precipice which guarded Montjouvain from the rear, that I was struck for the first time by this lack of harmony between our impressions and their normal forms of expression. After an hour of rain and wind, against which I had put up a brisk fight, as I came to the edge of the Montjouvain pond, and reached a little hut, roofed with tiles, in which M. Vinteuil\'s gardener kept his tools, the sun shone out again, and its golden rays, washed clean by the shower, blazed once more in the sky, on the trees, on the wall of the hut, and on the still wet tiles of the roof, which had a chicken perching upon its ridge. The wind pulled out sideways the wild grass that grew in the wall, and the chicken\'s downy feathers, both of which things let themselves float upon the wind\'s breath to their full extent, with the unresisting submissiveness of light and lifeless matter. The tiled roof cast upon the pond, whose reflections were now clear again in the sunlight, a square of pink marble, the like of which I had never observed before. And, seeing upon the water, where it reflected the wall, a pallid smile responding to the smiling sky, I cried aloud in my enthusiasm, brandishing my furled umbrella: Damn, damn, damn, damn! But at the same time I felt that I was in duty bound not to content myself with these unilluminating words, but to endeavour to see more clearly into the sources of my enjoyment. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it was at that moment, too—thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already, but more so when he nearly received my umbrella in his face, and who replied without any cordiality to my Fine day, what! good to be out walking! —that I learned that identical emotions do not spring up in the hearts of all men simultaneously, by a pre-established order. Later on I discovered that, whenever I had read for too long and was in a mood for conversation, the friend to whom I would be burning to say something would at that moment have finished indulging himself in the delights of conversation, and wanted nothing now but to be left to read undisturbed. And if I had been thinking with affection of my parents, and forming the most sensible and proper plans for giving them pleasure, they would have been using the same interval of time to discover some misdeed that I had already forgotten, and would begin to scold me severely, just as I flung myself upon them with a kiss. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes to the exhilaration which I derived from being alone would be added an alternative feeling, so that I could not be clear in my mind to which I should give the casting vote; a feeling stimulated by the desire to see rise up before my eyes a peasant-girl whom I might clasp in my arms. Coming abruptly, and without giving me time to trace it accurately to its source among so many ideas of a very different kind, the pleasure which accompanied this desire seemed only a degree superior to what was given me by my other thoughts. I found an additional merit in everything that was in my mind at the moment, in the pink reflection of the tiled roof, the wild grass in the wall, the village of Roussainville into which I had long desired to penetrate, the trees of its wood and the steeple of its church, created in them by this fresh emotion which made them appear more desirable only because I thought it was they that had provoked it, and which seemed only to wish to bear me more swiftly towards them when it filled my sails with a potent, unknown, and propitious breeze. But if this desire that a woman should appear added for me something more exalting than the charms of nature, they in their turn enlarged what I might, in the woman\'s charm, have found too much restricted. It seemed to me that the beauty of the trees was hers also, and that, as for the spirit of those horizons, of the village of Roussainville, of the books which I was reading that year, it was her kiss which would make me master of them all; and, my imagination drawing strength from contact with my sensuality, my sensuality expanding through all the realms of my imagination, my desire had no longer any bounds. Moreover—just as in moments of musing contemplation of nature, the normal actions of the mind being suspended, and our abstract ideas of things set on one side, we believe with the profoundest faith in the originality, in the individual existence of the place in which we may happen to be—the passing figure which my desire evoked seemed to be not any one example of the general type of \'woman,\' but a necessary and natural product of the soil. For at that time everything which was not myself, the earth and the creatures upon it, seemed to me more precious, more important, endowed with a more real existence than they appear to full-grown men. And between the earth and its creatures I made no distinction. I had a desire for a peasant-girl from Méséglise or Roussainville, for a fisher-girl from Balbec, just as I had a desire for Balbec and Méséglise. The pleasure which those girls were empowered to give me would have seemed less genuine, I should have had no faith in it any longer, if I had been at liberty to modify its conditions as I chose. To meet in Paris a fisher-girl from Balbec or a peasant-girl from Méséglise would have been like receiving the present of a shell which I had never seen upon the beach, or of a fern which I had never found among the woods, would have stripped from the pleasure which she was about to give me all those other pleasures in the thick of which my imagination had enwrapped her. But to wander thus among the woods of Roussainville without a peasant-girl to embrace was to see those woods and yet know nothing of their secret treasure, their deep-hidden beauty. That girl whom I never saw save dappled with the shadows of their leaves, was to me herself a plant of local growth, only taller than the rest, and one whose structure would enable me to approach more closely than in them to the intimate savour of the land from which she had sprung. I could believe this all the more readily and also that the caresses by which she would bring that savour to my senses were themselves of a particular kind, yielding a pleasure which I could never derive from any but herself since I was still, and must for long remain, in that period of life when one has not yet separated the fact of this sensual pleasure from the various women in whose company one has tasted it, when one has not reduced it to a general idea which makes one regard them thenceforward as the variable instruments of a pleasure that is always the same. Indeed, that pleasure does not exist, isolated and formulated in the consciousness, as the ultimate object with which one seeks a woman\'s company, or as the cause of the uneasiness which, in anticipation, one then feels. Hardly even does one think of oneself, but only how to escape from oneself. Obscurely awaited, immanent and concealed, it rouses to such a paroxysm, at the moment when at last it makes itself felt, those other pleasures which we find in the tender glance, in the kiss of her who is by our side, that it seems to us, more than anything else, a sort of transport of gratitude for the kindness of heart of our companion and for her touching predilection of ourselves, which we measure by the benefits, by the happiness that she showers upon us. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas, it was in vain that I implored the dungeon-keep of Roussainville, that I begged it to send out to meet me some daughter of its village, appealing to it as to the sole confidant to whom I had disclosed my earliest desire when, from the top floor of our house at Combray, from the little room that smelt of orris-root, I had peered out and seen nothing but its tower, framed in the square of the half-opened window, while, with the heroic scruples of a traveller setting forth for unknown climes, or of a desperate wretch hesitating on the verge of self-destruction, faint with emotion, I explored, across the bounds of my own experience, an untrodden path which, I believed, might lead me to my death, even—until passion spent itself and left me shuddering among the sprays of flowering currant which, creeping in through the window, tumbled all about my body. In vain I called upon it now. In vain I compressed the whole landscape into my field of vision, draining it with an exhaustive gaze which sought to extract from it a female creature. I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably have met, had I been with my grandfather, and so unable to engage her in conversation. I would fix my eyes, without limit of time, upon the trunk of a distant tree, from behind which she must appear and spring towards me; my closest scrutiny left the horizon barren as before; night was falling; without any hope now would I concentrate my attention, as though to force up out of it the creatures which it must conceal, upon that sterile soil, that stale and outworn land; and it was no longer in lightness of heart, but with sullen anger that I aimed blows at the trees of Roussainville wood, from among which no more living creatures made their appearance than if they had been trees painted on the stretched canvas background of a panorama, when, unable to resign myself to having to return home without having held in my arms the woman I so greatly desired, I was yet obliged to retrace my steps towards Combray, and to admit to myself that the chance of her appearing in my path grew smaller every moment. And if she had appeared, would I have dared to speak to her? I felt that she would have regarded me as mad, for I no longer thought of those desires which came to me on my walks, but were never realized, as being shared by others, or as having any existence apart from myself. They seemed nothing more now than the purely subjective, impotent, illusory creatures of my temperament. They were in no way connected now with nature, with the world of real things, which from now onwards lost all its charm and significance, and meant no more to my life than a purely conventional framework, just as the action of a novel is framed in the railway carriage, on a seat of which a traveller is reading it to pass the time. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it is perhaps from another impression which I received at Mont-jouvain, some years later, an impression which at that time was without meaning, that there arose, long afterwards, my idea of that cruel side of human passion called \'sadism.\' We shall see, in due course, that for quite another reason the memory of this impression was to play an important part in my life. It was during a spell of very hot weather; my parents, who had been obliged to go away for the whole day, had told me that I might stay out as late as I pleased; and having gone as far as the Montjouvain pond, where I enjoyed seeing again the reflection of the tiled roof of the hut, I had lain down in the shade and gone to sleep among the bushes on the steep slope that rose up behind the house, just where I had waited for my parents, years before, one day when they had gone to call on M. Vinteuil. It was almost dark when I awoke, and I wished to rise and go away, but I saw Mile. Vinteuil or thought, at least, that I recognised her, for I had not seen her often at Combray, and then only when she was still a child, whereas she was now growing into a young woman, who probably had just come in, standing in front of me, and only a few feet away from me, in that room in which her father had entertained mine, and which she had now made into a little sitting-room for herself. The window was partly open; the lamp was lighted; I could watch her every movement without her being able to see me; but, had I gone away, I must have made a rustling sound among the bushes, she would have heard me, and might have thought that I had been hiding there in order to spy upon her. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0She was in deep mourning, for her father had but lately died. We had not gone to see her; my mother had not cared to go, on account of that virtue which alone in her fixed any bounds to her benevolence—namely, modesty; but she pitied the girl from the depths of her heart. My mother had not forgotten the sad end of M. Vinteuil\'s life, his complete absorption, first in having to play both mother and nursery-maid to his daughter, and, later, in the suffering which she had caused him; she could see the tortured expression which was never absent from the old man\'s face in those terrible last years; she knew that he had definitely abandoned the task of transcribing in fair copies the whole of his later work, the poor little pieces, we imagined, of an old music-master, a retired village organist, which, we assumed, were of little or no value in themselves, though we did not despise them, because they were of such great value to him and had been the chief motive of his life before he sacrificed them to his daughter; pieces which, being mostly not even written down, but recorded only in his memory, while the rest were scribbled on loose sheets of paper, and quite illegible, must now remain unknown for ever; my mother thought, also, of that other and still more cruel renunciation to which M. Vinteuil had been driven, that of seeing the girl happily settled, with an honest and respectable future; when she called to mind all this utter and crushing misery that had come upon my aunts\' old music-master, she was moved to very real grief, and shuddered to think of that other grief, so different in its bitterness, which Mlle. Vinteuil must now be feeling, tinged with remorse at having virtually killed her father. Poor M. Vinteuil, my mother would say, he lived for his daughter, and now he has died for her, without getting his reward. Will he get it now, I wonder, and in what form? It can only come to him from her. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the far end of Mlle. Vinteuil\'s sitting-room, on the mantelpiece, stood a small photograph of her father which she went briskly to fetch, just as the sound of carriage wheels was heard from the road outside, then flung herself down on a sofa and drew close beside her a little table on which she placed the photograph, just as, long ago, M. Vinteuil had \'placed\' beside him the piece of music which he would have liked to play over to my parents. And then her friend came in. Mlle. Vinteuil greeted her without rising, clasping her hands behind her head, and drew her body to one side of the sofa, as though to \'make room.\' But no sooner had she done this than she appeared to feel that she was perhaps suggesting a particular position to her friend, with an emphasis which might well be regarded as importunate. She thought that her friend would prefer, no doubt, to sit down at some distance from her, upon a chair; she felt that she had been indiscreet; her sensitive heart took fright; stretching herself out again over the whole of the sofa, she closed her eyes and began to yawn, so as to indicate that it was a desire to sleep, and that alone, which had made her lie down there. Despite the rude and hectoring familiarity with which she treated her companion I could recognise in her the obsequious and reticent advances, the abrupt scruples and restraints which had characterised her father. Presently she rose and came to the window, where she pretended to be trying to close the shutters and not succeeding. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Leave them open, said her friend. I am hot. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 But it\'s too dreadful! People will see us, Mlle. Vinteuil answered. And then she guessed, probably, that her friend would think that she had uttered these words simply in order to provoke a reply in certain other words, which she seemed, indeed, to wish to hear spoken, but, from prudence, would let her friend be the first to speak. And so, although I could not see her face clearly enough, I am sure that the expression must have appeared on it which my grandmother had once found so delightful, when she hastily went on: When I say \'see us\' I mean, of course, see us reading. It\'s so dreadful to think that in every trivial little thing you do some one may be overlooking you. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0With the instinctive generosity of her nature, a courtesy beyond her control, she refrained from uttering the studied words which, she had felt, were indispensable for the full realisation of her desire. And perpetually, in the depths of her being, a shy and suppliant maiden would kneel before that other element, the old campaigner, battered but triumphant, would intercede with him and oblige him to retire. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh, yes, it is so extremely likely that people are looking at us at this time of night in this densely populated district! said her friend, with bitter irony. And what if they are? she went on, feeling bound to annotate with a malicious yet affectionate wink these words which she was repeating, out of good nature, like a lesson prepared beforehand which, she knew, it would please Mlle. Vinteuil to hear. And what if they are? All the better that they should see us. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mlle. Vinteuil shuddered and rose to her feet. In her sensitive and scrupulous heart she was ignorant what words ought to flow, spontaneously, from her lips, so as to produce the scene for which her eager senses clamoured. She reached out as far as she could across the limitations of her true character to find the language appropriate to a vicious young woman such as she longed to be thought, but the words which, she imagined, such a young woman might have uttered with sincerity sounded unreal in her own mouth. And what little she allowed herself to say was said in a strained tone, in which her ingrained timidity paralysed her tendency to freedom and audacity of speech; while she kept on interrupting herself with: You\'re sure you aren\'t cold? You aren\'t too hot? You don\'t want to sit and read by yourself?... \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Your ladyship\'s thoughts seem to be rather \'warm\' this evening, she concluded, doubtless repeating a phrase which she had heard used, on some earlier occasion, by her friend. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend\'s sudden kiss; she gave a little scream and ran away; and then they began to chase one another about the room, scrambling over the furniture, their wide sleeves fluttering like wings, clucking and crowing like a pair of amorous fowls. At last Mlle. Vinteuil fell down exhausted upon the sofa, where she was screened from me by the stooping body of her friend. But the latter now had her back turned to the little table on which the old music-master\'s portrait had been arranged. Mlle. Vinteuil realised that her friend would not see it unless her attention were drawn to it, and so exclaimed, as if she herself had just noticed it for the first time: Oh! there\'s my father\'s picture looking at us; I can\'t think who can have put it there; I\'m sure I\'ve told them twenty times, that is not the proper place for it. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I remembered the words that M. Vinteuil had used to my parents in apologising for an obtrusive sheet of music. This photograph was, of course, in common use in their ritual observances, was subjected to daily profanation, for the friend replied in words which were evidently a liturgical response: Let him stay there. He can\'t trouble us any longer. D\'you think he\'d start whining, d\'you think he\'d pack you out of the house if he could see you now, with the window open, the ugly old monkey? \n\xa0\xa0\xa0To which Mlle. Vinteuil replied, Oh, please! —a gentle reproach which testified to the genuine goodness of her nature, not that it was prompted by any resentment at hearing her father spoken of in this fashion for that was evidently a feeling which she had trained herself, by a long course of sophistries, to keep in close subjection at such moments, but rather because it was the bridle which, so as to avoid all appearance of egotism, she herself used to curb the gratification which her friend was attempting to procure for her. It may well have been, too, that the smiling moderation with which she faced and answered these blasphemies, that this tender and hypocritical rebuke appeared to her frank and generous nature as a particularly shameful and seductive form of that criminal attitude towards life which she was endeavouring to adopt. But she could not resist the attraction of being treated with affection by a woman who had just shewn herself so implacable towards the defenceless dead; she sprang on to the knees of her friend and held out a chaste brow to be kissed; precisely as a daughter would have done to her mother, feeling with exquisite joy that they would thus, between them, inflict the last turn of the screw of cruelty, in robbing M. Vinteuil, as though they were actually rifling his tomb, of the sacred rights of fatherhood. Her friend took the girl\'s head in her hands and placed a kiss on her brow with a docility prompted by the real affection she had for Mlle. Vinteuil, as well as by the desire to bring what distraction she could into the dull and melancholy life of an orphan. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Do you know what I should like to do to that old horror? she said, taking up the photograph. She murmured in Mlle. Vinteuil\'s ear something that I could not distinguish. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Oh! You would never dare. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0 Not dare to spit on it? On that? shouted the friend with deliberate brutality. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I heard no more, for Mlle. Vinteuil, who now seemed weary, awkward, preoccupied, sincere, and rather sad, came back to the window and drew the shutters close; but I knew now what was the reward that M. Vinteuil, in return for all the suffering that he had endured in his lifetime, on account of his daughter, had received from her after his death. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And yet I have since reflected that if M. Vinteuil had been able to be present at this scene, he might still, and in spite of everything, have continued to believe in his daughter\'s soundness of heart, and that he might even, in so doing, have been not altogether wrong. It was true that in all Mlle. Vinteuil\'s actions the appearance of evil was so strong and so consistent that it would have been hard to find it exhibited in such completeness save in what is nowadays called a \'sadist\'; it is behind the footlights of a Paris theatre, and not under the homely lamp of an actual country house, that one expects to see a girl leading her friend on to spit upon the portrait of a father who has lived and died for nothing and no one but herself; and when we find in real life a desire for melodramatic effect, it is generally the \'sadic\' instinct that is responsible for it. It is possible that, without being in the least inclined towards \'sadism,\' a girl might have shewn the same outrageous cruelty as Mlle. Vinteuil in desecrating the memory and defying the wishes of her dead father, but she would not have given them deliberate expression in an act so crude in its symbolism, so lacking in subtlety; the criminal element in her behaviour would have been less evident to other people, and even to herself, since she would not have admitted to herself that she was doing wrong. But, appearances apart, in Mlle. Vinteuil\'s soul, at least in the earlier stages, the evil element was probably not unmixed. A \'sadist\' of her kind is an artist in evil, which a wholly wicked person could not be, for in that case the evil would not have been external, it would have seemed quite natural to her, and would not even have been distinguishable from herself; and as for virtue, respect for the dead, filial obedience, since she would never have practised the cult of these things, she would take no impious delight in their profanation. \'Sadists\' of Mlle. Vinteuil\'s sort are creatures so purely sentimental, so virtuous by nature, that even sensual pleasure appears to them as something bad, a privilege reserved for the wicked. And when they allow themselves for a moment to enjoy it they endeavour to impersonate, to assume all the outward appearance of wicked people, for themselves and their partners in guilt, so as to gain the momentary illusion of having escaped beyond the control of their own gentle and scrupulous natures into the inhuman world of pleasure. And I could understand how she must have longed for such an escape when I realised that it was impossible for her to effect it. At the moment when she wished to be thought the very antithesis of her father, what she at once suggested to me were the mannerisms, in thought and speech, of the poor old music-master. Indeed, his photograph was nothing; what she really desecrated, what she corrupted into ministering to her pleasures, but what remained between them and her and prevented her from any direct enjoyment of them, was the likeness between her face and his, his mother\'s blue eyes which he had handed down to her, like some trinket to be kept in the family, those little friendly movements and inclinations which set up between the viciousness of Mlle. Vinteuil and herself a phraseology, a mentality not designed for vice, which made her regard it as not in any way different from the numberless little social duties and courtesies to which she must devote herself every day. It was not evil that gave her the idea of pleasure, that seemed to her attractive; it was pleasure, rather, that seemed evil. And as, every time that she indulged in it, pleasure came to her attended by evil thoughts such as, ordinarily, had no place in her virtuous mind, she came at length to see in pleasure itself something diabolical, to identify it with Evil. Perhaps Mlle. Vinteuil felt that at heart her friend was not altogether bad, not really sincere when she gave vent to those blasphemous utterances. At any rate, she had the pleasure of receiving those kisses on her brow, those smiles, those glances; all feigned, perhaps, but akin in their base and vicious mode of expression to those which would have been discernible on the face of a creature formed not out of kindness and long-suffering, but out of self-indulgence and cruelty. She was able to delude herself for a moment into believing that she was indeed amusing herself in the way in which, with so unnatural an accomplice, a girl might amuse herself who really did experience that savage antipathy towards her father\'s memory. Perhaps she would not have thought of wickedness as a state so rare, so abnormal, so exotic, one which it was so refreshing to visit, had she been able to distinguish in herself, as in all her fellow-men and women, that indifference to the sufferings which they cause which, whatever names else be given it, is the one true, terrible and lasting form of cruelty.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________ \n\xa0\xa0\xa0If the \'Méséglise way\' was so easy, it was a very different matter when we took the \'Guermantes way,\' for that meant a long walk, and we must make sure, first, of the weather. When we seemed to have entered upon a spell of fine days, when Françoise, in desperation that not a drop was falling upon the \'poor crops,\' gazing up at the sky and seeing there only a little white cloud floating here and there upon its calm, azure surface, groaned aloud and exclaimed: You would say they were nothing more nor less than a lot of dogfish swimming about and sticking up their snouts! Ah, they never think of making it rain a little for the poor labourers! And then when the corn is all ripe, down it will come, rattling all over the place, and think no more of where it is falling than if it was on the sea! —when my father\'s appeals to the gardener had met with the same encouraging answer several times in succession, then some one would say, at dinner: To-morrow, if the weather holds, we might go the Guermantes way. And off we would set, immediately after luncheon, through the little garden gate which dropped us into the Rue des Perchamps, narrow and bent at a sharp angle, dotted with grass-plots over which two or three wasps would spend the day botanising, a street as quaint as its name, from which its odd characteristics and its personality were, I felt, derived; a street for which one might search in vain through the Combray of to-day, for the public school now rises upon its site. But in my dreams of Combray like those architects, pupils of Viollet-le-Duc, who, fancying that they can detect, beneath a Renaissance rood-loft and an eighteenth-century altar, traces of a Norman choir, restore the whole church to the state in which it probably was in the twelfth century I leave not a stone of the modern edifice standing, I pierce through it and \'restore\' the Rue des Perchamps. And for such reconstruction memory furnishes me with more detailed guidance than is generally at the disposal of restorers; the pictures which it has preserved—perhaps the last surviving in the world to-day, and soon to follow the rest into oblivion—of what Combray looked like in my childhood\'s days; pictures which, simply because it was the old Combray that traced their outlines upon my mind before it vanished, are as moving—if I may compare a humble landscape with those glorious works, reproductions of which my grandmother was so fond of bestowing on me—as those old engravings of the \'Cenacolo,\' or that painting by Gentile Bellini, in which one sees, in a state in which they no longer exist, the masterpiece of Leonardo and the portico of Saint Mark\'s. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We would pass, in the Rue de l\'Oiseau, before the old hostelry of the Oiseau Flesché, into whose great courtyard, once upon a time, would rumble the coaches of the Duchesses de Montpensier, de Guermantes, and de Montmorency, when they had to come down to Combray for some litigation with their farmers, or to receive homage from them. We would come at length to the Mall, among whose treetops I could distinguish the steeple of Saint-Hilaire. And I should have liked to be able to sit down and spend the whole day there, reading and listening to the bells, for it was so charming there and so quiet that, when an hour struck, you would have said not that it broke in upon the calm of the day, but that it relieved the day of its superfluity, and that the steeple, with the indolent, painstaking exactitude of a person who has nothing else to do, had simply, in order to squeeze out and let fall the few golden drops which had slowly and naturally accumulated in the hot sunlight, pressed, at a given moment, the distended surface of the silence. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The great charm of the \'Guermantes\' way was that we had beside us, almost all the time, the course of the Vivonne. We crossed it first, ten minutes after leaving the house, by a foot-bridge called the Pont-Vieux. And every year, when we arrived at Combray, on Easter morning, after the sermon, if the weather was fine, I would run there to see amid all the disorder that prevails on the morning of a great festival, the gorgeous preparations for which make the everyday household utensils that they have not contrived to banish seem more sordid than ever the river flowing past, sky-blue already between banks still black and bare, its only companions a clump of daffodils, come out before their time, a few primroses, the first in flower, while here and there burned the blue flame of a violet, its stem bent beneath the weight of the drop of perfume stored in its tiny horn. The Pont-Vieux led to a tow-path which, at this point, would be overhung in summer by the bluish foliage of a hazel, under which a fisherman in a straw hat seemed to have taken root. At Combray, where I knew everyone, and could always detect the blacksmith or grocer\'s boy through his disguise of a beadle\'s uniform or chorister\'s surplice, this fisherman was the only person whom I was never able to identify. He must have known my family, for he used to raise his hat when we passed; and then I would always be just on the point of asking his name, when some one would make a sign to me to be quiet, or I would frighten the fish. We would follow the tow-path which ran along the top of a steep bank, several feet above the stream. The ground on the other side was lower, and stretched in a series of broad meadows as far as the village and even to the distant railway-station. Over these were strewn the remains, half-buried in the long grass, of the castle of the old Counts of Combray, who, during the Middle Ages, had had on this side the course of the Vivonne as a barrier and defence against attack from the Lords of Guermantes and Abbots of Martinville. Nothing was left now but a few stumps of towers, hummocks upon the broad surface of the fields, hardly visible, broken battlements over which, in their day, the bowmen had hurled down stones, the watchmen had gazed out over Novepont, Clairefontaine, Martinville-le-Sec, Bailleau-l\'Exempt, fiefs all of them of Guermantes, a ring in which Combray was locked; but fallen among the grass now, levelled with the ground, climbed and commanded by boys from the Christian Brothers\' school, who came there in their playtime, or with lesson-books to be conned; emblems of a past that had sunk down and well-nigh vanished under the earth, that lay by the water\'s edge now, like an idler taking the air, yet giving me strong food for thought, making the name of Combray connote to me not the little town of to-day only, but an historic city vastly different, seizing and holding my imagination by the remote, incomprehensible features which it half-concealed beneath a spangled veil of buttercups. For the buttercups grew past numbering on this spot which they had chosen for their games among the grass, standing singly, in couples, in whole companies, yellow as the yolk of eggs, and glowing with an added lustre, I felt, because, being powerless to consummate with my palate the pleasure which the sight of them never failed to give me, I would let it accumulate as my eyes ranged over their gilded expanse, until it had acquired the strength to create in my mind a fresh example of absolute, unproductive beauty; and so it had been from my earliest childhood, when from the tow-path I had stretched out my arms towards them, before even I could pronounce their charming name—a name fit for the Prince in some French fairy-tale; colonists, perhaps, in some far distant century from Asia, but naturalised now for ever in the village, well satisfied with their modest horizon, rejoicing in the sunshine and the water\'s edge, faithful to their little glimpse of the railway-station; yet keeping, none the less, as do some of our old paintings, in their plebeian simplicity, a poetic scintillation from the golden East. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I would amuse myself by watching the glass jars which the boys used to lower into the Vivonne, to catch minnows, and which, filled by the current of the stream, in which they themselves also were enclosed, at once \'containers\' whose transparent sides were like solidified water and \'contents\' plunged into a still larger container of liquid, flowing crystal, suggested an image of coolness more delicious and more provoking than the same water in the same jars would have done, standing upon a table laid for dinner, by shewing it as perpetually in flight between the impalpable water, in which my hands could not arrest it, and the insoluble glass, in which my palate could not enjoy it. I decided that I would come there again with a line and catch fish; I begged for and obtained a morsel of bread from our luncheon basket; and threw into the Vivonne pellets which had the power, it seemed, to bring about a chemical precipitation, for the water at once grew solid round about them in oval clusters of emaciated tadpoles, which until then it had, no doubt, been holding in solution, invisible, but ready and alert to enter the stage of crystallisation. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Presently the course of the Vivonne became choked with water-plants. At first they appeared singly, a lily, for instance, which the current, across whose path it had unfortunately grown, would never leave at rest for a moment, so that, like a ferry-boat mechanically propelled, it would drift over to one bank only to return to the other, eternally repeating its double journey. Thrust towards the bank, its stalk would be straightened out, lengthened, strained almost to breaking-point until the current again caught it, its green moorings swung back over their anchorage and brought the unhappy plant to what might fitly be called its starting-point, since it was fated not to rest there a moment before moving off once again. I would still find it there, on one walk after another, always in the same helpless state, suggesting certain victims of neurasthenia, among whom my grandfather would have included my aunt Léonie, who present without modification, year after year, the spectacle of their odd and unaccountable habits, which they always imagine themselves to be on the point of shaking off, but which they always retain to the end; caught in the treadmill of their own maladies and eccentricities, their futile endeavours to escape serve only to actuate its mechanism, to keep in motion the clockwork of their strange, ineluctable, fatal daily round. Such as these was the water-lily, and also like one of those wretches whose peculiar torments, repeated indefinitely throughout eternity, aroused the curiosity of Dante, who would have inquired of them at greater length and in fuller detail from the victims themselves, had not Virgil, striding on ahead, obliged him to hasten after him at full speed, as I must hasten after my parents. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0But farther on the current slackened, where the stream ran through a property thrown open to the public by its owner, who had made a hobby of aquatic gardening, so that the little ponds into which the Vivonne was here diverted were aflower with water-lilies. As the banks at this point were thickly wooded, the heavy shade of the trees gave the water a background which was ordinarily dark green, although sometimes, when we were coming home on a calm evening after a stormy afternoon, I have seen in its depths a clear, crude blue that was almost violet, suggesting a floor of Japanese cloisonné. Here and there, on the surface, floated, blushing like a strawberry, the scarlet heart of a lily set in a ring of white petals. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Beyond these the flowers were more frequent, but paler, less glossy, more thickly seeded, more tightly folded, and disposed, by accident, in festoons so graceful that I would fancy I saw floating upon the stream, as though after the dreary stripping of the decorations used in some Watteau festival, moss-roses in loosened garlands. Elsewhere a corner seemed to be reserved for the commoner kinds of lily; of a neat pink or white like rocket-flowers, washed clean like porcelain, with housewifely care; while, a little farther again, were others, pressed close together in a floating garden-bed, as though pansies had flown out of a garden like butterflies and were hovering with blue and burnished wings over the transparent shadowiness of this watery border; this skiey border also, for it set beneath the flowers a soil of a colour more precious, more moving than their own; and both in the afternoon, when it sparkled beneath the lilies in the kaleidoscope of a happiness silent, restless, and alert, and towards evening, when it was filled like a distant heaven with the roseate dreams of the setting sun, incessantly changing and ever remaining in harmony, about the more permanent colour of the flowers themselves, with the utmost profundity, evanescence, and mystery—with a quiet suggestion of infinity; afternoon or evening, it seemed to have set them flowering in the heart of the sky. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0After leaving this park the Vivonne began to flow again more swiftly. How often have I watched, and longed to imitate, when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had shipped his oars and lay stretched out on his back, his head down, in the bottom of his boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky which slipped quietly above him, shewing upon his features a foretaste of happiness and peace \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We would sit down among the irises at the water\'s edge. In the holiday sky a lazy cloud streamed out to its full length. Now and then, crushed by the burden of idleness, a carp would heave up out of the water, with an anxious gasp. It was time for us to feed. Before starting homewards we would sit for a long time there, eating fruit and bread and chocolate, on the grass, over which came to our ears, horizontal, faint, but solid still and metallic, the sound of the bells of Saint-Hilaire, which had melted not at all in the atmosphere it was so well accustomed to traverse, but, broken piecemeal by the successive palpitation of all their sonorous strokes, throbbed as it brushed the flowers at our feet. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes, at the water\'s edge and embedded in trees, we would come upon a house of the kind called \'pleasure houses,\' isolated and lost, seeing nothing of the world, save the river which bathed its feet. A young woman, whose pensive face and fashionable veils did not suggest a local origin, and who had doubtless come there, in the popular phrase, \'to bury herself,\' to taste the bitter sweetness of feeling that her name, and still more the name of him whose heart she had once held, but had been unable to keep, were unknown there, stood framed in a window from which she had no outlook beyond the boat that was moored beside her door. She raised her eyes with an air of distraction when she heard, through the trees that lined the bank, the voices of passers-by of whom, before they came in sight, she might be certain that never had they known, nor would they know, the faithless lover, that nothing in their past lives bore his imprint, which nothing in their future would have occasion to receive. One felt that in her renunciation of life she had willingly abandoned those places in which she would at least have been able to see him whom she loved, for others where he had never trod. And I watched her, as she returned from some walk along a road where she had known that he would not appear, drawing from her submissive fingers long gloves of a precious, useless charm. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Never, in the course of our walks along the \'Guermantes way,\' might we penetrate as far as the source of the Vivonne, of which I had often thought, which had in my mind so abstract, so ideal an existence, that I had been as much surprised when some one told me that it was actually to be found in the same department, and at a given number of miles from Combray, as I had been on the day when I had learned that there was another fixed point somewhere on the earth\'s surface, where, according to the ancients, opened the jaws of Hell. Nor could we ever reach that other goal, to which I longed so much to attain, Guermantes itself. I knew that it was the residence of its proprietors, the Duc and Duchesse de Guermantes, I knew that they were real personages who did actually exist, but whenever I thought about them I pictured them to myself either in tapestry, as was the \'Coronation of Esther\' which hung in our church, or else in changing, rainbow colours, as was Gilbert the Bad in his window, where he passed from cabbage green, when I was dipping my fingers in the holy water stoup, to plum blue when I had reached our row of chairs, or again altogether impalpable, like the image of Geneviève de Brabant, ancestress of the Guermantes family, which the magic lantern sent wandering over the curtains of my room or flung aloft upon the ceiling—in short, always wrapped in the mystery of the Merovingian age, and bathed, as in a sunset, in the orange light which glowed from the resounding syllable \'antes.\' And if, in spite of that, they were for me, in their capacity as a duke and a duchess, real people, though of an unfamiliar kind, this ducal personality was in its turn enormously distended, immaterialised, so as to encircle and contain that Guermantes of which they were duke and duchess, all that sunlit \'Guermantes way\' of our walks, the course of the Vivonne, its water-lilies and its overshadowing trees, and an endless series of hot summer afternoons. And I knew that they bore not only the titles of Duc and Duchesse de Guermantes, but that since the fourteenth century, when, after vain attempts to conquer its earlier lords in battle, they had allied themselves by marriage, and so became Counts of Combray, the first citizens, consequently, of the place, and yet the only ones among its citizens who did not reside in it—Comtes de Combray, possessing Combray, threading it on their string of names and titles, absorbing it in their personalities, and illustrating, no doubt, in themselves that strange and pious melancholy which was peculiar to Combray; proprietors of the town, though not of any particular house there; dwelling, presumably, out of doors, in the street, between heaven and earth, like that Gilbert de Guermantes, of whom I could see, in the stained glass of the apse of Saint-Hilaire, only the \'other side\' in dull black lacquer, if I raised my eyes to look for him, when I was going to Camus\'s for a packet of salt. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then it happened that, going the \'Guermantes way,\' I passed occasionally by a row of well-watered little gardens, over whose hedges rose clusters of dark blossom. I would stop before them, hoping to gain some precious addition to my experience, for I seemed to have before my eyes a fragment of that riverside country which I had longed so much to see and know since coming upon a description of it by one of my favourite authors. And it was with that story-book land, with its imagined soil intersected by a hundred bubbling watercourses, that Guermantes, changing its form in my mind, became identified, after I heard Dr. Percepied speak of the flowers and the charming rivulets and fountains that were to be seen there in the ducal park. I used to dream that Mme. de Guermantes, taking a sudden capricious fancy for myself, invited me there, that all day long she stood fishing for trout by my side. And when evening came, holding my hand in her own, as we passed by the little gardens of her vassals, she would point out to me the flowers that leaned their red and purple spikes along the tops of the low walls, and would teach me all their names. She would make me tell her, too, all about the poems that I meant to compose. And these dreams reminded me that, since I wished, some day, to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write. But as soon as I asked myself the question, and tried to discover some subjects to which I could impart a philosophical significance of infinite value, my mind would stop like a clock, I would see before me vacuity, nothing, would feel either that I was wholly devoid of talent, or that, perhaps, a malady of the brain was hindering its development. Sometimes I would depend upon my father\'s arranging everything for me. He was so powerful, in such favour with the people who \'really counted,\' that he made it possible for us to transgress laws which Françoise had taught me to regard as more ineluctable than the laws of life and death, as when we were allowed to postpone for a year the compulsory repainting of the walls of our house, alone among all the houses in that part of Paris, or when he obtained permission from the Minister for Mme. Sazerat\'s son, who had been ordered to some watering-place, to take his degree two months before the proper time, among the candidates whose surnames began with \'A,\' instead of having to wait his turn as an \'S.\' If I had fallen seriously ill, if I had been captured by brigands, convinced that my father\'s understanding with the supreme powers was too complete, that his letters of introduction to the Almighty were too irresistible for my illness or captivity to turn out anything but vain illusions, in which there was no danger actually threatening me, I should have awaited with perfect composure the inevitable hour of my return to comfortable realities, of my deliverance from bondage or restoration to health. Perhaps this want of talent, this black cavity which gaped in my mind when I ransacked it for the theme of my future writings, was itself no more, either, than an unsubstantial illusion, and would be brought to an end by the intervention of my father, who would arrange with the Government and with Providence that I should be the first writer of my day. But at other times, while my parents were growing impatient at seeing me loiter behind instead of following them, my actual life, instead of seeming an artificial creation by my father, and one which he could modify as he chose, appeared, on the contrary, to be comprised in a larger reality which had not been created for my benefit, from whose judgments there was no appeal, in the heart of which I was bound, helpless, without friend or ally, and beyond which no further possibilities lay concealed. It was evident to me then that I existed in the same manner as all other men, that I must grow old, that I must die like them, and that among them I was to be distinguished merely as one of those who have no aptitude for writing. And so, utterly despondent, I renounced literature for ever, despite the encouragements that had been given me by Bloch. This intimate, spontaneous feeling, this sense of the nullity of my intellect, prevailed against all the flattering speeches that might be lavished upon me, as a wicked man, when everyone is loud in the praise of his good deeds, is gnawed by the secret remorse of conscience. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day my mother said: You are always talking about Mme. de Guermantes. Well, Dr. Percepied did a great deal for her when she was ill, four years ago, and so she is coming to Combray for his daughter\'s wedding. You will be able to see her in church. It was from Dr. Percepied, as it happened, that I had heard most about Mme. de Guermantes, and he had even shewn us the number of an illustrated paper in which she was depicted in the costume which she had worn at a fancy dress ball given by the Princesse de Léon. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly, during the nuptial mass, the beadle, by moving to one side, enabled me to see, sitting in a chapel, a lady with fair hair and a large nose, piercing blue eyes, a billowy scarf of mauve silk, glossy and new and brilliant, and a little spot at the corner of her nose. And because on the surface of her face, which was red, as though she had been very warm, I could make out, diluted and barely perceptible, details which resembled the portrait that had been shewn to me; because, more especially, the particular features which I remarked in this lady, if I attempted to catalogue them, formulated themselves in precisely the same terms:—a large nose, blue eyes, as Dr. Percepied had used when describing in my presence the Duchesse de Guermantes, I said to myself: This lady is like the Duchesse de Guermantes. Now the chapel from which she was following the service was that of Gilbert the Bad; beneath its flat tombstones, yellowed and bulging like cells of honey in a comb, rested the bones of the old Counts of Brabant; and I remembered having heard it said that this chapel was reserved for the Guermantes family, whenever any of its members came to attend a ceremony at Combray; there was, indeed, but one woman resembling the portrait of Mme. de Guermantes who on that day, the very day on which she was expected to come there, could be sitting in that chapel: it was she! My disappointment was immense. It arose from my not having borne in mind, when I thought of Mme. de Guermantes, that I was picturing her to myself in the colours of a tapestry or a painted window, as living in another century, as being of another substance than the rest of the human race. Never had I taken into account that she might have a red face, a mauve scarf like Mme. Sazerat; and the oval curve of her cheeks reminded me so strongly of people whom I had seen at home that the suspicion brushed against my mind though it was immediately banished that this lady in her creative principle, in the molecules of her physical composition, was perhaps not substantially the Duchesse de Guermantes, but that her body, in ignorance of the name that people had given it, belonged to a certain type of femininity which included, also, the wives of doctors and tradesmen. It is, it must be Mme. de Guermantes, and no one else! were the words underlying the attentive and astonished expression with which I was gazing upon this image, which, naturally enough, bore no resemblance to those that had so often, under the same title of \'Mme. de Guermantes,\' appeared to me in dreams, since this one had not been, like the others, formed arbitrarily by myself, but had sprung into sight for the first time, only a moment ago, here in church; an image which was not of the same nature, was not colourable at will, like those others that allowed themselves to imbibe the orange tint of a sonorous syllable, but which was so real that everything, even to the fiery little spot at the corner of her nose, gave an assurance of her subjection to the laws of life, as in a transformation scene on the stage a crease in the dress of a fairy, a quivering of her tiny finger, indicate the material presence of a living actress before our eyes, whereas we were uncertain, till then, whether we were not looking merely at a projection of limelight from a lantern. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile I was endeavouring to apply to this image, which the prominent nose, the piercing eyes pinned down and fixed in my field of vision perhaps because it was they that had first struck it, that had made the first impression on its surface, before I had had time to wonder whether the woman who thus appeared before me might possibly be Mme. de Guermantes, to this fresh and unchanging image the idea: It is Mme. de Guermantes ; but I succeeded only in making the idea pass between me and the image, as though they were two discs moving in separate planes, with a space between. But this Mme. de Guermantes of whom I had so often dreamed, now that I could see that she had a real existence independent of myself, acquired a fresh increase of power over my imagination, which, paralysed for a moment by contact with a reality so different from anything that it had expected, began to react and to say within me: Great and glorious before the days of Charlemagne, the Guermantes had the right of life and death over their vassals; the Duchesse de Guermantes descends from Geneviève de Brabant. She does not know, nor would she consent to know, any of the people who are here to-day. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then—oh, marvellous independence of the human gaze, tied to the human face by a cord so loose, so long, so elastic that it can stray, alone, as far as it may choose—while Mme. de Guermantes sat in the chapel above the tombs of her dead ancestors, her gaze lingered here and wandered there, rose to the capitals of the pillars, and even rested upon myself, like a ray of sunlight straying down the nave, but a ray of sunlight which, at the moment when I received its caress, appeared conscious of where it fell. As for Mme. de Guermantes herself, since she remained there motionless, sitting like a mother who affects not to notice the rude or awkward conduct of her children who, in the course of their play, are speaking to people whom she does not know, it was impossible for me to determine whether she approved or condemned the vagrancy of her eyes in the careless detachment of her heart. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt it to be important that she should not leave the church before I had been able to look long enough upon her, reminding myself that for years past I had regarded the sight of her as a thing eminently to be desired, and I kept my eyes fixed on her, as though by gazing at her I should be able to carry away and incorporate, to store up, for later reference, in myself the memory of that prominent nose, those red cheeks, of all those details which struck me as so much precious, authentic, unparalleled information with regard to her face. And now that, whenever I brought my mind to bear upon that face—and especially, perhaps, in my determination, that form of the instinct of self-preservation with which we guard everything that is best in ourselves, not to admit that I had been in any way deceived—I found only beauty there; setting her once again since they were one and the same person, this lady who sat before me and that Duchesse de Guermantes whom, until then, I had been used to conjure into an imagined shape apart from and above that common run of humanity with which the sight, pure and simple, of her in the flesh had made me for a moment confound her, I grew indignant when I heard people saying, in the congregation round me: She is better looking than Mme. Sazerat or than Mlle. Vinteuil, as though she had been in any way comparable with them. And my gaze resting upon her fair hair, her blue eyes, the lines of her neck, and overlooking the features which might have reminded me of the faces of other women, I cried out within myself, as I admired this deliberately unfinished sketch: How lovely she is! What true nobility! it is indeed a proud Guermantes, the descendant of Geneviève de Brabant, that I have before me! And the care which I took to focus all my attention upon her face succeeded in isolating it so completely that to-day, when I call that marriage ceremony to mind, I find it impossible to visualise any single person who was present except her, and the beadle who answered me in the affirmative when I inquired whether the lady was, indeed, Mme. de Guermantes. But her, I can see her still quite clearly, especially at the moment when the procession filed into the sacristy, lighted by the intermittent, hot sunshine of a windy and rainy day, where Mme. de Guermantes found herself in the midst of all those Combray people whose names, even, she did not know, but whose inferiority proclaimed her own supremacy so loud that she must, in return, feel for them a genuine, pitying sympathy, and whom she might count on impressing even more forcibly by virtue of her simplicity and natural charm. And then, too, since she could not bring into play the deliberate glances, charged with a definite meaning, which one directs, in a crowd, towards people whom one knows, but must allow her vague thoughts to escape continually from her eyes in a flood of blue light which she was powerless to control, she was anxious not to distress in any way, not to seem to be despising those humbler mortals over whom that current flowed, by whom it was everywhere arrested. I can see again to-day, above her mauve scarf, silky and buoyant, the gentle astonishment in her eyes, to which she had added, without daring to address it to anyone in particular, but so that everyone might enjoy his share of it, the almost timid smile of a sovereign lady who seems to be making an apology for her presence among the vassals whom she loves. This smile rested upon myself, who had never ceased to follow her with my eyes. And I, remembering the glance which she had let fall upon me during the service, blue as a ray of sunlight that had penetrated the window of Gilbert the Bad, said to myself, Of course, she is thinking about me. I fancied that I had found favour in her sight, that she would continue to think of me after she had left the church, and would, perhaps, grow pensive again, that evening, at Guermantes, on my account. And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that she looks on us with contempt, as I supposed Mlle. Swann to have done, while we imagine that she cannot ever be ours, it is enough, also, sometimes that she looks on us kindly, as Mme. de Guermantes did then, while we think of her as almost ours already. Her eyes waxed blue as a periwinkle flower, wholly beyond my reach, yet dedicated by her to me; and the sun, bursting out again from behind a threatening cloud and darting the full force of its rays on to the Square and into the sacristy, shed a geranium glow over the red carpet laid down for the wedding, along which Mme. de Guermantes smilingly advanced, and covered its woollen texture with a nap of rosy velvet, a bloom of light, giving it that sort of tenderness, of solemn sweetness in the pomp of a joyful celebration, which characterises certain pages of Lohengrin, certain paintings by Carpaccio, and makes us understand how Baudelaire was able to apply to the sound of the trumpet the epithet \'delicious.\' \n\xa0\xa0\xa0How often, after that day, in the course of my walks along the \'Guermantes way,\' and with what an intensified melancholy did I reflect on my lack of qualification for a literary career, and that I must abandon all hope of ever becoming a famous author. The regret that I felt for this, while I lingered alone to dream for a little by myself, made me suffer so acutely that, in order not to feel it, my mind of its own accord, by a sort of inhibition in the instant of pain, ceased entirely to think of verse-making, of fiction, of the poetic future on which my want of talent precluded me from counting. Then, quite apart from all those literary preoccupations, and without definite attachment to anything, suddenly a roof, a gleam of sunlight reflected from a stone, the smell of a road would make me stop still, to enjoy the special pleasure that each of them gave me, and also because they appeared to be concealing, beneath what my eyes could see, something which they invited me to approach and seize from them, but which, despite all my efforts, I never managed to discover. As I felt that the mysterious object was to be found in them, I would stand there in front of them, motionless, gazing, breathing, endeavouring to penetrate with my mind beyond the thing seen or smelt. And if I had then to hasten after my grandfather, to proceed on my way, I would still seek to recover my sense of them by closing my eyes; I would concentrate upon recalling exactly the line of the roof, the colour of the stone, which, without my being able to understand why, had seemed to me to be teeming, ready to open, to yield up to me the secret treasure of which they were themselves no more than the outer coverings. It was certainly not any impression of this kind that could or would restore the hope I had lost of succeeding one day in becoming an author and poet, for each of them was associated with some material object devoid of any intellectual value, and suggesting no abstract truth. But at least they gave me an unreasoning pleasure, the illusion of a sort of fecundity of mind; and in that way distracted me from the tedium, from the sense of my own impotence which I had felt whenever I had sought a philosophic theme for some great literary work. So urgent was the task imposed on my conscience by these impressions of form or perfume or colour—to strive for a perception of what lay hidden beneath them, that I was never long in seeking an excuse which would allow me to relax so strenuous an effort and to spare myself the fatigue that it involved. As good luck would have it, my parents called me; I felt that I had not, for the moment, the calm environment necessary for a successful pursuit of my researches, and that it would be better to think no more of the matter until I reached home, and not to exhaust myself in the meantime to no purpose. And so I concerned myself no longer with the mystery that lay hidden in a form or a perfume, quite at ease in my mind, since I was taking it home with me, protected by its visible and tangible covering, beneath which I should find it still alive, like the fish which, on days when I had been allowed to go out fishing, I used to carry back in my basket, buried in a couch of grass which kept them cool and fresh. Once in the house again I would begin to think of something else, and so my mind would become littered as my room was with the flowers that I had gathered on my walks, or the odds and ends that people had given me with a stone from the surface of which the sunlight was reflected, a roof, the sound of a bell, the smell of fallen leaves, a confused mass of different images, under which must have perished long ago the reality of which I used to have some foreboding, but which I never had the energy to discover and bring to light. Once, however, when we had prolonged our walk far beyond its ordinary limits, and so had been very glad to encounter, half way home, as afternoon darkened into evening, Dr. Percepied, who drove past us at full speed in his carriage, saw and recognised us, stopped, and made us jump in beside him, I received an impression of this sort which I did not abandon without having first subjected it to an examination a little more thorough. I had been set on the box beside the coachman, we were going like the wind because the Doctor had still, before returning to Combray, to call at Martinville-le-Sec, at the house of a patient, at whose door he asked us to wait for him. At a bend in the road I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other, when I caught sight of the twin steeples of Martinville, on which the setting sun was playing, while the movement of the carriage and the windings of the road seemed to keep them continually changing their position; and then of a third steeple, that of Vieuxvicq, which, although separated from them by a hill and a valley, and rising from rather higher ground in the distance, appeared none the less to be standing by their side. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0In ascertaining and noting the shape of their spires, the changes of aspect, the sunny warmth of their surfaces, I felt that I was not penetrating to the full depth of my impression, that something more lay behind that mobility, that luminosity, something which they seemed at once to contain and to conceal. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0The steeples appeared so distant, and we ourselves seemed to come so little nearer them, that I was astonished when, a few minutes later, we drew up outside the church of Martinville. I did not know the reason for the pleasure which I had found in seeing them upon the horizon, and the business of trying to find out what that reason was seemed to me irksome; I wished only to keep in reserve in my brain those converging lines, moving in the sunshine, and, for the time being, to think of them no more. And it is probable that, had I done so, those two steeples would have vanished for ever, in a great medley of trees and roofs and scents and sounds which I had noticed and set apart on account of the obscure sense of pleasure which they gave me, but without ever exploring them more fully. I got down from the box to talk to my parents while we were waiting for the Doctor to reappear. Then it was time to start; I climbed up again to my place, turning my head to look back, once more, at my steeples, of which, a little later, I caught a farewell glimpse at a turn in the road. The coachman, who seemed little inclined for conversation, having barely acknowledged my remarks, I was obliged, in default of other society, to fall back on my own, and to attempt to recapture the vision of my steeples. And presently their outlines and their sunlit surface, as though they had been a sort of rind, were stripped apart; a little of what they had concealed from me became apparent; an idea came into my mind which had not existed for me a moment earlier, framed itself in words in my head; and the pleasure with which the first sight of them, just now, had filled me was so much enhanced that, overpowered by a sort of intoxication, I could no longer think of anything but them. At this point, although we had now travelled a long way from Martinville, I turned my head and caught sight of them again, quite black this time, for the sun had meanwhile set. Every few minutes a turn in the road would sweep them out of sight; then they shewed themselves for the last time, and so I saw them no more. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Without admitting to myself that what lay buried within the steeples of Martinville must be something analogous to a charming phrase, since it was in the form of words which gave me pleasure that it had appeared to me, I borrowed a pencil and some paper from the Doctor, and composed, in spite of the jolting of the carriage, to appease my conscience and to satisfy my enthusiasm, the following little fragment, which I have since discovered, and now reproduce, with only a slight revision here and there.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________ \n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alone, rising from the level of the plain, and seemingly lost in that expanse of open country, climbed to the sky the twin steeples of Martinville. Presently we saw three: springing into position confronting them by a daring volt, a third, a dilatory steeple, that of Vieuxvicq, was come to join them. The minutes passed, we were moving rapidly, and yet the three steeples were always a long way ahead of us, like three birds perched upon the plain, motionless and conspicuous in the sunlight. Then the steeple of Vieuxvicq withdrew, took its proper distance, and the steeples of Martinville remained alone, gilded by the light of the setting sun, which, even at that distance, I could see playing and smiling upon their sloped sides. We had been so long in approaching them that I was thinking of the time that must still elapse before we could reach them when, of a sudden, the carriage, having turned a corner, set us down at their feet; and they had flung themselves so abruptly in our path that we had barely time to stop before being dashed against the porch of the church. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0We resumed our course; we had left Martinville some little time, and the village, after accompanying us for a few seconds, had already disappeared, when, lingering alone on the horizon to watch our flight, its steeples and that of Vieuxvicq waved once again, in token of farewell, their sun-bathed pinnacles. Sometimes one would withdraw, so that the other two might watch us for a moment still; then the road changed direction, they veered in the light like three golden pivots, and vanished from my gaze. But, a little later, when we were already close to Combray, the sun having set meanwhile, I caught sight of them for the last time, far away, and seeming no more now than three flowers painted upon the sky above the low line of fields. They made me think, too, of three maidens in a legend, abandoned in a solitary place over which night had begun to fall; and while we drew away from them at a gallop, I could see them timidly seeking their way, and, after some awkward, stumbling movements of their noble silhouettes, drawing close to one another, slipping one behind another, shewing nothing more, now, against the still rosy sky than a single dusky form, charming and resigned, and so vanishing in the night.\n\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0_______________________________________ \n\xa0\xa0\xa0I never thought again of this page, but at the moment when, on my corner of the box-seat, where the Doctor\'s coachman was in the habit of placing, in a hamper, the fowls which he had bought at Martinville market, I had finished writing it, I found such a sense of happiness, felt that it had so entirely relieved my mind of the obsession of the steeples, and of the mystery which they concealed, that, as though I myself were a hen and had just laid an egg, I began to sing at the top of my voice. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0All day long, during these walks, I had been able to muse upon the pleasure that there would be in the friendship of the Duchesse de Guermantes, in fishing for trout, in drifting by myself in a boat on the Vivonne; and, greedy for happiness, I asked nothing more from life, in such moments, than that it should consist always of a series of joyous afternoons. But when, on our way home, I had caught sight of a farm, on the left of the road, at some distance from two other farms which were themselves close together, and from which, to return to Combray, we need only turn down an avenue of oaks, bordered on one side by a series of orchard-closes, each one planted at regular intervals with apple-trees which cast upon the ground, when they were lighted by the setting sun, the Japanese stencil of their shadows; then, sharply, my heart would begin to beat, I would know that in half an hour we should be at home, and that there, as was the rule on days when we had taken the \'Guermantes way\' and dinner was, in consequence, served later than usual, I should be sent to bed as soon as I had swallowed my soup, so that my mother, kept at table, just as though there had been company to dinner, would not come upstairs to say good night to me in bed. The zone of melancholy which I then entered was totally distinct from that other zone, in which I had been bounding for joy a moment earlier, just as sometimes in the sky a band of pink is separated, as though by a line invisibly ruled, from a band of green or black. You may see a bird flying across the pink; it draws near the border-line, touches it, enters and is lost upon the black. The longings by which I had just now been absorbed, to go to Guermantes, to travel, to live a life of happiness—I was now so remote from them that their fulfilment would have afforded me no pleasure. How readily would I have sacrificed them all, just to be able to cry, all night long, in the arms of Mamma! Shuddering with emotion, I could not take my agonised eyes from my mother\'s face, which was not to appear that evening in the bedroom where I could see myself already lying, in imagination; and wished only that I were lying dead. And this state would persist until the morrow, when, the rays of morning leaning their bars of light, as the gardener might lean his ladder, against the wall overgrown with nasturtiums, which clambered up it as far as my window-sill, I would leap out of bed to run down at once into the garden, with no thought of the fact that evening must return, and with it the hour when I must leave my mother. And so it was from the \'Guermantes way\' that I learned to distinguish between these states which reigned alternately in my mind, during certain periods, going so far as to divide every day between them, each one returning to dispossess the other with the regularity of a fever and ague: contiguous, and yet so foreign to one another, so devoid of means of communication, that I could no longer understand, or even picture to myself, in one state what I had desired or dreaded or even done in the other. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0So the \'Méséglise way\' and the \'Guermantes way\' remain for me linked with many of the little incidents of that one of all the divers lives along whose parallel lines we are moved, which is the most abundant in sudden reverses of fortune, the richest in episodes; I mean the life of the mind. Doubtless it makes in us an imperceptible progress, and the truths which have changed for us its meaning and its aspect, which have opened new paths before our feet, we had for long been preparing for their discovery; but that preparation was unconscious; and for us those truths date only from the day, from the minute when they became apparent. The flowers which played then among the grass, the water which rippled past in the sunshine, the whole landscape which served as environment to their apparition lingers around the memory of them still with its unconscious or unheeding air; and, certainly, when they were slowly scrutinised by this humble passer-by, by this dreaming child—as the face of a king is scrutinised by a petitioner lost in the crowd—that scrap of nature, that corner of a garden could never suppose that it would be thanks to him that they would be elected to survive in all their most ephemeral details; and yet the scent of hawthorn which strays plundering along the hedge from which, in a little while, the dog-roses will have banished it, a sound of footsteps followed by no echo, upon a gravel path, a bubble formed at the side of a waterplant by the current, and formed only to burst—my exaltation of mind has borne them with it, and has succeeded in making them traverse all these successive years, while all around them the one-trodden ways have vanished, while those who thronged those ways, and even the memory of those who thronged those trodden ways, are dead. Sometimes the fragment of landscape thus transported into the present will detach itself in such isolation from all associations that it floats uncertainly upon my mind, like a flowering isle of Delos, and I am unable to say from what place, from what time—perhaps, quite simply, from which of my dreams—it comes. But it is pre-eminently as the deepest layer of my mental soil, as firm sites on which I still may build, that I regard the Méséglise and Guermantes \'ways.\' It is because I used to think of certain things, of certain people, while I was roaming along them, that the things, the people which they taught me to know, and these alone, I still take seriously, still give me joy. Whether it be that the faith which creates has ceased to exist in me, or that reality will take shape in the memory alone, the flowers that people shew me nowadays for the first time never seem to me to be true flowers. The \'Méséglise way\' with its lilacs, its hawthorns, its cornflowers, its poppies, its apple-trees, the \'Guermantes way\' with its river full of tadpoles, its water-lilies, and its buttercups have constituted for me for all time the picture of the land in which I fain would pass my life, in which my only requirements are that I may go out fishing, drift idly in a boat, see the ruins of a gothic fortress in the grass, and find hidden among the cornfields—as Saint-André-des-Champs lay hidden—an old church, monumental, rustic, and yellow like a mill-stone; and the cornflowers, the hawthorns, the apple-trees which I may happen, when I go walking, to encounter in the fields, because they are situated at the same depth, on the level of my past life, at once establish contact with my heart. And yet, because there is an element of individuality in places, when I am seized with a desire to see again the \'Guermantes way,\' it would not be satisfied were I led to the banks of a river in which were lilies as fair, or even fairer than those in the Vivonne, any more than on my return home in the evening, at the hour when there awakened in me that anguish which, later on in life, transfers itself to the passion of love, and may even become its inseparable companion, I should have wished for any strange mother to come in and say good night to me, though she were far more beautiful and more intelligent than my own. No: just as the one thing necessary to send me to sleep contented in that untroubled peace which no mistress, in later years, has ever been able to give me, since one has doubts of them at the moment when one believes in them, and never can possess their hearts as I used to receive, in her kiss, the heart of my mother, complete, without scruple or reservation, unburdened by any liability save to myself was that it should be my mother who came, that she should incline towards me that face on which there was, beneath her eye, something that was, it appears, a blemish, and which I loved as much as all the rest—so what I want to see again is the \'Guermantes way\' as I knew it, with the farm that stood a little apart from the two neighbouring farms, pressed so close together, at the entrance to the oak avenue; those meadows upon whose surface, when it is polished by the sun to the mirroring radiance of a lake, are outlined the leaves of the apple-trees; that whole landscape whose individuality sometimes, at night, in my dreams, binds me with a power that is almost fantastic, of which I can discover no trace when I awake. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0No doubt, by virtue of having permanently and indissolubly combined in me groups of different impressions, for no reason save that they had made me feel several separate things at the same time, the Méséglise and Guermantes \'ways\' left me exposed, in later life, to much disillusionment, and even to many mistakes. For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that person recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom; and I have been led to believe, and to make some one else believe in an aftermath of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel. But by the same qualities, and by their persistence in those of my impressions, to-day, to which they can find an attachment, the two \'ways\' give to those impressions a foundation, depth, a dimension lacking from the rest. They invest them, too, with a charm, a significance which is for me alone. When, on a summer evening, the resounding sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is along the \'Méséglise way\' that my fancy strays alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of falling rain, the odour of invisible and persistent lilac-trees. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so I would often lie until morning, dreaming of the old days at Combray, of my melancholy and wakeful evenings there; of other days besides, the memory of which had been more lately restored to me by the taste—by what would have been called at Combray the \'perfume\'—-of a cup of tea; and, by an association of memories, of a story which, many years after I had left the little place, had been told me of a love affair in which Swann had been involved before I was born; with that accuracy of detail which it is easier, often, to obtain when we are studying the lives of people who have been dead for centuries than when we are trying to chronicle those of our own most intimate friends, an accuracy which it seems as impossible to attain as it seemed impossible to speak from one town to another, before we learned of the contrivance by which that impossibility has been overcome. All these memories, following one after another, were condensed into a single substance, but had not so far coalesced that I could not discern between the three strata, between my oldest, my instinctive memories, those others, inspired more recently by a taste or \'perfume,\' and those which were actually the memories of another, from whom I had acquired them at second hand—no fissures, indeed, no geological faults, but at least those veins, those streaks of colour which in certain rocks, in certain marbles, point to differences of origin, age, and formation. \n\xa0\xa0\xa0It is true that, when morning drew near, I would long have settled the brief uncertainty of my waking dream, I would know in what room I was actually lying, would have reconstructed it round about me in the darkness, and—fixing my orientation by memory alone, or with the assistance of a feeble glimmer of light at the foot of which I placed the curtains and the window—would have reconstructed it complete and with its furniture, as an architect and an upholsterer might do, working upon an original, discarded plan of the doors and windows; would have replaced the mirrors and set the chest-of-drawers on its accustomed site. \'But scarcely had daylight itself—and no longer the gleam from a last, dying ember on a brass curtain-rod, which I had mistaken for daylight—traced across the darkness, as with a stroke of chalk across a blackboard, its first white correcting ray, when the window, with its curtains, would leave the frame of the doorway, in which I had erroneously placed it, while, to make room for it, the writing-table, which my memory had clumsily fixed where the window ought to be, would hurry off at full speed, thrusting before it the mantelpiece, and sweeping aside the wall of the passage; the well of the courtyard would be enthroned on the spot where, a moment earlier, my dressing-room had lain, and the dwelling-place which I had built up for myself in the darkness would have gone to join all those other dwellings of which I had caught glimpses from the whirlpool of awakening; put to flight by that pale sign traced above my window-curtains by the uplifted forefinger of day. ",1 +4587,Busta_Rhymes_feat_Pharrell___Light_Your_Ass_On_Fire,sad, "Light Your Ass on Fire \nWhat you say your name was?\nWell, um, lookin\' real sexy right now\nYou and your girls are lookin\' good\nLook, why don\'t y\'all take off y\'all jackets?\nWhat\'s your name, baby? Word? Okay\nTell your friend right here, this, this my man Busta \n \nHa, I know you starving for this shit\nBaby, I\'m feelin\' your hunger\nI\'m so clean, call a nigga Felix Ungar\nSo what if I said it? Baby, I\'m still gon\' tell ya\nI hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma\nListen, it\'s Busta Rhymes, bitch, I ain\'t never fail ya\nYour ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm\nSee, the police gon\' jail ya\nFor walkin\' around with the kind of ass that\'ll kill ya now\nDon\'t worry 'bout it, I got money to bail ya\nShorty stackin\' like a mule, type of shit that\'ll scare ya\nHeadboard bang, bump the side of ya head\nWatch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm\nNow what you do to the dread? Baby, your ass really changed\nWhat he initially said, because a nigga dead\nBut fuck 'em, 'c-c-c-cause now we vibin\' and talkin\' and shit\nI love to hear your ass go ga-ga-goon when you walkin\' and shit\n[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nI\'ll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I\'ll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire \n \nBust it, baby, I know you probably really\nNeed a tablecloth to cover yo\' ass\nDiggin\' in your pocket while you\'re rubbin\' yo ass\nShit so big, just put the club in yo\' ass\nPrep the H2, park it right in front of yo\' ass\nI see your little gap between your cunt and yo\' ass\nAnd make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt with yo\' ass\nI\'m sayin\', hmm, the shit\'ll spread like a rash\nThe way they ass wiggles, see I got the shit on a smash, now listen\nI light the L, smell a whiff of the hash\nAnd bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash\nI\'m sayin\', hmm, now I\'ma put you on blast\nJust like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass\nBust right through the window then it sit on the dash\nAnd have a nigga drivin\' reckless 'til you makin\' him crash\nHa, c\'mon We makin\' money and shit\nNow pop your muffin while we be watchin\' you shakin\' your shit\n [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nI\'ll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I\'ll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire \n \nWelcome to Hot-and-Hazyville\nIt make you wanna dance 'til you break your heels\nI know you love the way the God make you feel\nNow watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal Navy Seal?\nIt got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field\nHypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real\nThat\'s exactly why we call this one Hazyville Hazyville \n \nBaby, just shake ya ass 'til you spread on the floor\nI noticed that your ass too big for your drawers\nYou need a, a chiropractor just to marry yo\' ass\nTo tell the truth, you need a tractor just to carry yo\' ass\nFo\' real-a, you motherfuckers probably think that I\'m playin\'\nAll bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be sayin\'\nAnd goin\', hmm, see how you puttin\' it down\nI love the way you shake it, throw it around\n[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, like your ass on fire\nLike your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nI\'ll light your ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire\nBitch, I\'ll light that ass on fire\nMove, girl, I\'ll light your ass on fire \n \nWelcome to Hot-and-Hazyville\nIt make you wanna dance 'til you break your heels\nI know you love the way the God make you feel\nNow watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal Navy Seal?\nIt got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field\nHypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real\nThat\'s exactly why we call this one Hazyville Hazyville5 ",1 +3903,Boney_M_2000___Ma_Baker,happy, "Ma Baker - Radio Edit Freeze, I\'m Ma Baker, put your hands in the air\nGimme all your money\nThis is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat\nFrom old Chicago town \nShe was the meanest cat\nIn old Chicago town\nShe was the meanest cat\nShe really mowed them down\nShe had no heart at all\nNo no no heart at all\nShe was the meanest cat\nOh she was really tough\nShe left her husband flat\nHe wasn\'t tough enough\nShe took her boys along\nCause they were mean and strong \nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die \nThey left a trail of crime\nAcross the U.S.A\nAnd when one boy was killed\nShe really made them pay\nShe had no heart at all\nNo no no heart at all\n Ma Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die \nThen came a man she liked\nShe thought she\'d stay with him\nOne day he formed with them\nThey did away with him\nShe didn\'t care at all\nJust didn\'t care at all \nHere is special bulletin\nMa Baker is the FBI\'s most wanted woman\nHer photo is hanging on every post office wall\nIf you have any information about this woman\nPlease contact the nearest police station\nDon\'t anybody move, the money or your lives \nOne day they robbed a bank\nIt was their last hooray\nThe cops appeared too soon\nThey couldn\'t get away\nAnd all the loot they had\nIt made them mighty mad \nAnd so they shot it out\nMa Baker and her sons\nThey didn\'t want to hang\nThey died with blazing guns\nAnd so the story ends\nOf one who left no friends \nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die \nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe taught her four sons\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nTo handle their guns\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nShe never could cry\nMa Ma Ma Ma\nMa Baker\nBut she knew how to die ",0 +6179,Despairs_Ray___Angeldust,sad, "Sit N’ Prey \nAfter that day my nigga\nI remember when he came back to school 3 weeks after\nGave that nigga a bible\nAnd I was like Yo wherever you go, take this shit with you\nYou feel me, and you gon\' be good\nLike I can\'t, cause you my friend and I can\'t protect niggas \nLike all I can tell niggas is sit n\' pray and that\'s it\nBut niggas be taking their life for granted like\nYou know being on some wild cowboy shit, you can\'t\nYou got beef with some nigga like, don\'t be in their vicinity my nigga…\nI feel it\nSoul music\n \nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine \n \nTell me what the fuck an angel does\nWe\'re seeing kids who ain\'t aged enough\nGetting high off angel dust\nFrom NY to Los Angeles\nThere ain\'t no love\nIn the heart of the city\nLooking where they car be at\nAnd they party at\nCardiac arrest can feel risky\nReal pissy I chase cheese and real pussy yeah\nCats used to yawn on his rap now look at \'em\nShit ain\'t been the same since them niggas started booking \'em\nPull up with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletin\nWith pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in it\nHe\'s something that you\'d invest in\nCatch him live on late night, but he ain\'t interestin\'\nPop up and poop out something like intestine\nNo corrections cause the mic been checked in\nThe only time he be asking is when he sexing\nMy team like teenage mutants and X-men\nFire spark when I step in\nHe the human torch\nInhaling fumes of all sorts of course\nSteez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts\nSo when we stop by the D we never get caught\nI say it again we face L\'s but never lost\nEither be a warlord for 6 fees short\nEach day in this living hell feel remorse\nBut he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed\n \nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine \n \nYo, I\'m trying to Oprah win-win with a L in my hand\nRemotely passed off like the generous man\nAnd they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my hand\nBut don\'t understand they the only one who gets the benefit, damn\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nThey couldn\'t walk this way in my J\'s\nIt wouldn\'t feel despair, but disarray\nLike their souls disappear\nSon got hot flows, got dropped like disarray\nCouldn\'t close my ghost souls, eyes closed\nCovered with Ray-Bans, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!\nEven through shades of black\nI see brighter days looking back in fact\nSo I relax my mind, see what these tracks can find\nA gold mine that will make me rich in both dimes in mine\nGotta make it all mine if you don\'t mind\nCause sometimes\n \nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine \n \nRight on the block where they sit and play\nLives the vicious ways where they spit and spray\nVicious trey\'s coming for the ice you kept in yesterday\nIt\'s nothing but the history\nProtecting ya\' from being history\nAnd then the next day your face is just a mystery\nFor niggas who really ain\'t feeling me are all my fucking enemies\nEven the lightest hours requires heavy artillery\nAccelerate without the breaks of a break\nAnd still I\'m not eating up to now and there\'s a lot on my plate\nAll in a day\'s work of God and his grace\nYou wanna eat then tell God and say grace\nAnd avoid the heat getting the boil to surface\nA soft nigga caught between these rocks and a hard place\nBecause the Mafia is on the look out for the Scarface\nBut the ill-minded child, is ill minded child\nGot a round of styles\nKilling niggas\' mental like a round of shells\nVery well rounded, round it well \'til the highest number\nPraying that 2047 ain\'t the highest number \n \nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSometimes I just sit and pray\nSaid I don\'t know why do I live my life this way\nWhy do I live my life this way\nYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire\'s eyes\nCan testify I\'m the best of fly\nLive your life and I\'m gon\' live mine \n \nGet off my cheeks let me do my thing\nInterrupt the wave length\nLive and let live\nAnd people talk smart got the balls to say\nThey apex and standing for this way\nBut got nothing to show or give\nI ain\'t judging10 ",1 +9526,Freddy_Cannon___Palisades_Park,happy, "Palisades Park \nLast night I took a walk after dark\nA swingin\' place called Palisades Park\nTo have some fun and see what I could see\nThat\'s where the girls are \n \nI took a ride on a shoot-the-chute\nThat girl I sat beside was awful cute\nAfter we stopped she was holdin\' hands with me\nMy heart was flyin\'\n \nUp like a rocket ship\nDown like a roller coaster\nBack like a loop-the-loop\nAnd around like a merry-go-round \n \nWe ate and ate at a hot dog stand\nWe danced around to a rockin\' band\nAnd when I could I gave that girl a hug\nIn the tunnel of love \n \nYou\'ll never know how great a kiss can feel\nWhen you stop at the top of a Ferris wheel\nWhen I fell in love\nDown at Palisades Park \n \n \nWe ate and ate at a hot dog stand\nWe danced around to a rockin\' band\nAnd when I could I gave that girl a hug\nIn the tunnel of love\n \nYou\'ll never know how great a kiss can feel\nWhen you stop at the top of a Ferris wheel\nWhen I fell in love\nDown at Palisades Park \n \nDown at Palisades Park\nYou know it\'s Palisades Park\nDown at Palisades Park1 ",0 +6499,Daryl_Hall__John_Oates___Me_And_Mrs_Jones,happy, "Me and Mrs. Jones Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong to let it cool down now\nWe meet ev\'ry day at the same cafe\nSix-thirty I know she\'ll be there\nHolding hands, making all kinds of plans\nWhile the jukebox plays our favorite song \nMe and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong to let it cool down now\nWe gotta be extra careful that we don\'t build our hopes too high\nCause she\'s got her own obligations and so do I\nMe, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones\nMrs. Jones got a thing going on\nWe both know that it\'s wrong\nBut it\'s much too strong to let it cool down now\nWell, it\'s time for us to be leaving\nIit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside\nNow she\'ll go her way and I\'ll go mine\nBut tomorrow we\'ll meet the same place, the same time\nMe and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones",0 +7345,Dodgy___Homegrown,happy, "Homegrown Probably the thought of angels playing with my time will fade\nNo ones gonna say anything for me cause there all at home where they stayed\nBuild up and squash between an air of beauty is what we all should breathe\nAnd here you see is believers... \nFill in the pages of tomorrow\'s yet to be\nWell life is changing slowly with it inside me \nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nSeeminglessly endless nights of summer passing slow\nThe world surrounds me getting smaller homegrown let it grow \nStep further down the line carry on everything\'s just take your time\nStep further down the line carry on everything\'s gonna be just fine \nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nHomegrown is the way that it should be\nIt should be.. \nHomegrowns the way that it should be\nIf we are really going to see\nHomegrown is the way that it should\nHomegrown is the way that it should be",0 +1879,Art_Brut___Direct_Hit,happy, "Direct Hit He went out in a rush\nAnd can\'t tell if it shows\nShe\'s looking over a lot\nAnd he\'s still in his work clothes \nHe can\'t talk to members of the opposite sex\nHe starts to talk, they start to look perplexed\nSo with his eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts\nHe walks over, and he says \nIt\'s uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don\'t fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nWhy is that cigarette unlit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nWhat\'s wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nHer friends are leaving\nShe decides she\'s not going\nShe\'s been looking over a lot\nAnd hopes it\'s been showing \nShe can\'t talk to members of the opposite sex\nShe starts to talk, they start to look perplexed\nSo with her eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts\nShe goes over, and she says: \nIt\'s uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don\'t fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nWhat\'s wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nI don\'t care that your friends have split\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit \nHere comes the really good bit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don\'t fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nIt\'s uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nWhy is that cigarette unlit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\n I don\'t care that your friends have split\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nMove around like your shoes don\'t fit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nWhat\'s wrong? Scared to commit?\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit\nIt\'s uncomfortable all night to sit\nGet on the dancefloor, it\'s a direct hit \nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit\nHit, hit, direct hit ",0 +6455,Darkel___Pearl,sad, "Pearl Pearl, into the night\nYou\'re running away…\nThe preacher is after you \nPearl, your brother, Pearl\nOn his way to being a man\nLooks after you so well \nIn between hate and love…\nIn between bad and good\nYou ride into the night\nThe money is in your bunny\nThat\'s what the preacher wants\nYour father robbed the bank \nPearl, you\'re starving, Pearl\nAnd you\'re not the only one\nYou\'re singing on the boat \nIn between hate and love…\nIn between bad and good\nYou ride into the night \nOh Pearl, if you look at\nThe devil in the eye\nI’m sure oh yes I’m sure\nHe would do you no harm\nNo bad religion there\nOnly, only bad men\nWe\'re not, we are not that bad\nBut we lose our way \nYou ride into the night\nYou ride into the night",1 +4858,Carol_Douglas___Doctors_Orders,happy, "Doctor’s Orders [Carol Douglas talking to someone on the telephone over the instrumental intro] \n[Female background vocal group singing over Carol Douglas\' continuous spoken voice during the musical break]:\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh \nDoctor\'s orders say there\'s only one thing for Me\nNothing He can do, 'cause only You can cure Me\nIt says in My condition love\'s the best physician\nHe\'s prescribed a potion full of warm emotion\nEvery day\nA loving spoonful to be taken\nIt\'s the only way\nTo stop this empty heart of Mine from breaking \nI won\'t get better until You\'re back again\nHe told Me, doctor\'s orders need Your loving arms to hold Me\nDarling, now I know there is no doubt about it\nI\'m so fond of Your love, I can\'t live without it \nYou\'re away\nBut, please don\'t treat Me like a stranger\nDoctor\'s orders say\nOne kiss from You and I am out of danger \n[Female background vocal group singing over Carol Douglas\' spoken ad-lib during the instrumental interlude]:\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh, ooh, hey, hey, hey, hey \nDoctor\'s orders say there\'s only one thing for Me\nNothing He can do, 'cause only You can cure Me\nIt says in My condition God\'s My best physician\nHe\'s prescribed a potion full of warm emotion \nI won\'t get better until You\'re back again\n Fade ",0 +2367,Backyard_Babies___UFO_Romeo,happy, "U.F.O. Romeo I can\'t, can\'t, can\'t, can\'t do\nCan\'t, can\'t, can\'t, can\'t do \nSometimes I feel like shit\nSo don\'t waste my fucking time\nI don\'t need no family\nJust a big fat check of royalties \nI know what I wanna do\nBut I just don\'t seem to get it through\nAnd I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything \nYou live like a wannabe\nIn this sick society\nAnd you\'re sitting next to me\nCan\'t you fuckin\' see \nI know how I ended up here\nI took your piece of shit for real \nAnd I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything \nI can\'t do nothing \nAnd I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything\nNo, I c-c-c-c-can\'t do anything \n\'Cause I\'m a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I\'m a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I\'m a U.F.O. Romeo\nWell, I\'m a U.F.O. Romeo",0 +3781,Bob_Dylan___Mr_Tambourine_Man,sad, "Mr. Tambourine Man \nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI\'m not sleepy, and there is no place I\'m going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin\' I\'ll come followin\' you \n \nThough I know that evening\'s empire has returned into sand\nVanished from my hand\nLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping\nMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet\nI have no one to meet\nAnd my ancient empty street\'s too dead for dreaming\n \nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI\'m not sleepy, and there is no place I\'m going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin\' I\'ll come followin\' you \n \nTake me on a trip upon your magic swirlin\' ship\nMy senses have been stripped, my hands can\'t feel to grip\nMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels\nTo be wandering\nI\'m ready to go anywhere, I\'m ready for to fade\nInto my own parade, cast your dancin\' spell my way\nI promise to go under it \n \nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI\'m not sleepy, and there is no place I\'m going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin\' I\'ll come followin\' you \n \nThough you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun\nIt\'s not aimed at anyone, it\'s just escaping on the run\nAnd but for the sky there are no fences facing\nAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme\nTo your tambourine in time, it\'s just a ragged clown behind\nI wouldn\'t pay it any mind\nIt\'s just a shadow you\'re seeing that he\'s chasing\n \nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI\'m not sleepy, and there is no place I\'m going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin\' I\'ll come followin\' you \n \n \nAnd take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind\nDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves\nThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach\nFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow\nYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free\nSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands\nWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves\nLet me forget about today until tomorrow \n \nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nI\'m not sleepy, and there is no place I\'m going to\nHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me\nIn the jingle jangle mornin\' I\'ll come followin\' you25 ",1 +445,Afro_Celt_Sound_System___Eireann,happy, "Eireann An gcuirfea fios orm?\nAm mbeadh aithne gat orm?\nM\'uisci crói gach crann\nAn gcuirfea fios orm? \nN\'na kandje barika sondon baya gbelemande ah\nIkan soron kanke djede wolodi barika bilatomandi ha\nKiyensoron de kan n\'ke\nDiede wolodi dununya sodon baya gbelemande \nChuiris cros i lar an bhothair dom\nLamh na gcarad in am a ghatair dom\nFeach doimhin isteach id shuile gorm\nÉireann Éireann\nChuiris cros i lar an bhothair dom\nLamh na gcarad in am a ghatair dom\nFeach doimhin isteach id shuile gorm\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann \nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann\nÉireann Éireann",0 +1343,Angie_Stone___Come_Home_Live_With_Me,sad, "Come Home Live with Me Long time no see\nIt\'s been a while since you were here with me\nWent away so suddenly\nMust have been five years at least \nNow, you should know\nSome things changed while you were gone\nHad your baby, your only son\nI just didn\'t tell no one \n1 - Come and live with me\nAnd maybe we can raise a family\nWith all the love you give to me\nWhy don\'t you come home\nNow I know this is a shock to you\nYou\'re probably questionin\' if it\'s true\nBut you can take the test to prove\nWhat you and I both know is true \nYou should know\nThe day before they took you away\nResults from that test I took that day\nDon\'t deny your beautiful fate, so \nRepeat 1 \nYou see it really doesn\'t matter\nWhere you\'ve been or how long\nIn my heart you left a vacancy\nWhy don\'t you come home\nA promise is a promise\nYou know what you said\nCome hell or high water\nYou are waitin\' there \nRepeat 1 \nLive with me Baby, baby, baby, baby\nFamily You\'ll be my family, ooh\nGive to me I give you all the love you need baby, baby\nHome\n Come on home, hmmm ",1 +6895,Depeche_Mode___Enjoy_the_Silence,sad, "Enjoy the Silence \nWords like violence break the silence\nCome crashing in into my little world\nPainful to me, pierce right through me\nCan\'t you understand? Oh, my little girl \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n \n \nVows are spoken to be broken\nFeelings are intense, words are trivial\nPleasures remain, so does the pain\nWords are meaningless and forgettable \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm \n \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n \n \nEnjoy the silence58 ",1 +9493,Franz_Ferdinand___Michael,happy, "Michael \nThis is where I\'ll be, so heavenly\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nSo sexy, I\'m sexy\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nI\'m all that you see, you want to see\nSo come and dance with me, Michael \n \nSo close now, so close now\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\n \nMichael, you\'re the boy with all the leather hips\nSticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips\nMichael, you\'re the only one I\'d ever want\nOnly one I\'d ever want, only one I\'d ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you\'re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nAnd nothing matters now \n \nThis is what I am, I am a man\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nSo strong now, it\'s strong now\nSo come and dance with me, Michael\nI\'m all that you see, you want to see\nSo come and dance with me, Michael \n \nSo close now, it\'s close now\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me\nSo come and dance with me \n \nMichael, you\'re the boy with all the leather hips\nSticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips\nMichael, you\'re the only one I\'d ever want\nOnly one I\'d ever want, only one I\'d ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you\'re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nAnd nothing matters now\n \n \nMichael, you\'re the only one I\'d ever want\nOnly one I\'d ever want, only one I\'d ever want\nMichael, you\'re the only one I\'d ever want\nOnly one I\'d ever want, only one I\'d ever want\nBeautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor\nMichael, you\'re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore\nMichael waiting on a silver platter now\nNothing matters, oh, nothing matters, oh\nNothing matters, oh yeah7 ",0 +1556,AntiFlag___Captain_Anarchy,happy, "Captain Anarchy A-N-A-R-C-H-Y! \nHe says that for the punk rock scene he\'d give his fucking life\nBut he only ever paid to see a show once, maybe twice\nInstead, he stands outside the hall and panhandles for beer\nThen sneaks inside the hall to deface the bathroom mirror \nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nSo punk that he\'s a poser and he\'ll be one till he dies\nYou never saw an anarchist with such perfect hair\nOr so many ten dollar spikes or so much punk rock gear\nHe said he used his welfare checks to buy his boots and plaids\nIn reality it was all paid for by his mommy and his dad \nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHe\'s anarchy incarnate but only in his... \nYou know he just can\'t see\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nIt\'s up to you and me\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nI don\'t want to be\nOI! OI! OI! OI!\nFighting, let\'s strive for some unity \nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nHis name is Captain Anarchy but only in his mind\nA-N-A-R-C-H-Y\nSo punk that he\'s a poser and he\'ll be one till he dies",0 +1176,Amy_Winehouse___Love_Is_A_Losing_Game,sad, "TranslationsFrançaisLove Is a Losing Game \nFor you, I was a flame\nLove is a losing game\nFive-story fire as you came\nLove is a losing game\nOne I wished I never played\nOh, what a mess we made\nAnd now the final frame\nLove is a losing game \n \nPlayed out by the band\nLove is a losing hand\nMore than I could stand\nLove is a losing hand\nSelf-professed, profound\n\'Til the chips were down\nKnow you\'re a gambling man\nLove is a losing hand\n \nThough I battle blind\nLove is a fate resigned\nMemories mar my mind\nLove is a fate resigned\nOver futile odds\nAnd laughed at by the gods\nAnd now the final frame\nLove is a losing game 25 ",1 +1738,Arcade_Fire___Old_Flame,sad, "Old Flame \nYou knew in five minutes\nBut I knew in a sentence\nYou knew in five minutes\nBut I knew in a sentence \n \nSo why do we go\nThrough all of this again\nYour eyes are fluttering\nSuch pretty wings\nA moth, flying into the\nSame old flame again\nIt never ends\n \nIt\'s not like I dropped the bomb\nOn my conscience mom\nIt takes fightin\' day and night\nTo make such a good thing die\nOut, everyone out\nI give too much shit at home\nIn my heart and mind\nIt gets me every time \n See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 1 ",1 +1822,Arctic_Monkeys___Still_Take_You_Home,happy, "Still Take You Home \n \nWell, it\'s ever so funny\n\'Cause I don\'t think you\'re special, I don\'t think you\'re cool\nYou\'re just probably alright\nBut under these lights you look beautiful\nAnd I\'m struggling\nI can\'t see through your fake tan\nYeah, and you know it for a fact\nThat everybody\'s eating out of your hands\n \nBut what do you know?\nOh, you know nothing\nYeah, but I\'ll still take you home\nOh, yeah, I\'ll still take you home\nSo what do you know?\nSaid, you don\'t know nothing \n \nWell, fancy seeing you in here\nYou\'re all tarted up and you don\'t look the same\nWell, I haven\'t seen you since last year\nYeah, and surprisingly you have forgotten my name\nBut you know it\nYeah, and you knew it all along\nOh, and you say you have forgotten\nBut you\'re fibbing, go on, tell me I\'m wrong \n \nSo what do you know?\nOh, you know nothing\nYeah, but I\'ll still take you home\nOh, yeah, I\'ll still take you home\nSo what do you know?\nOh, you don\'t know nothing, no\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 \nOh-woah, woah, woah\nOh-woah, woah, woah\nDa-da, da-da-da, da-da, da-da\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da\nOh-woah, woah, woah \n \nOh, so what do you know?\nYeah, you don\'t know nothing, no\nYeah, but I\'d still take you home\nOh, yeah, I\'ll still take you home\nI said, what do you know?\nOh, you don\'t know nothing \n \nI fancy you with a passion\nOh, you\'re a Topshop princess, a rockstar too\nBut you\'re a fad and you\'re a fashion\nAnd I\'m having a job trying to talk to you\nBut it\'s alright\nYeah, I\'ll put it on one side\nOh, 'cause everybody\'s looking\nYou\'ve got control of everyone\'s eyes, including mine13 ",0 +5405,Christina_Aguilera___This_Year,happy, "This Year \nOh, ooh, oh, uh\nOoh, oh yea-yeah, oh, ooh, ah \n \nYou\'ll be my New Year\'s Day, my Valentine\nNow I am not going to stop until I make you mine\nYou\'ll be my April Fool, my Mardi Gras\nThe music on my tongue when I sing fa la la\nYou\'ll be my flower child, in the month of May\nMy sunny summer lover on my holiday\nYou\'ll be my autumn leaves, my Halloween\nThe winter snow and everything that\'s in between\nThis year I\'m going to take you home\nThis year I don\'t want to be alone\n \nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we\'ve learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year \n \nOh, you\'ll be my spring ahead, my fall behind\nThe shimmy on my hips oh when I, bump and grind\nYou\'ll be my Santa Boy, all dressed in red\nAnd ride that little reindeer all through my head\nOh, ooh, here we go, oh yeah\nThis year I\'m going to take you home\nThis year I don\'t want to be alone \n \nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we\'ve learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nThis year I\'ll pray for you, uh\nAnd I thank God for you\nJust want to be with you\nThis year that\'s all I want to do\nDay by day, I\'m going to get my way\nThis year I\'ll pray for you\nThe seasons turn, I\'ve got a lot to learn\nAnd I thank God for you\nNow this year I\'m going to, going to, going to take you home\nBecause I don\'t want to be alone \n \nThis year, this Christmas together\nAnd the minutes they pass, and the hours they fly\nThis year, this Christmas forever\nAnd the weeks and the months go rushing by\nThis year we\'ve learned how to live\nHow to forget, and how to forgive without fear, oh\nJust love this Christmas, this year ",0 +912,All_Time_Low___Break_Out_Break_Out,happy, "Break Out! Break Out! \nLuck loves me not tonight, I\'m running out\nThis four leaf clover\'s all but useless now\nI\'ve got four wheels that say I\'m not alone tonight\nI\'m always looking for a joyride through the\nBrightest part of this town \n \nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams. \n \nPut up or shut up, we\'re not wasting time again\nThe credits are rolling and we\'re getting lost again\nIn parking lots, to serenading sirens\nAs the blue lights bathed our smiles \n \nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams. \n \nLet\'s take a moment to reflect\nOn the past few years of my life\nI haven\'t worked myself away\nTo stay inside\nThis is the time to let us \n \nBreak out, break out\nAs we escape through the window\nHead for the car, and never look back, singing-singing\n Break out, break out\nOur time has come and we\'ve got these big city dreams. See All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 1 ",0 +3574,Blondie___Fade_Away_And_Radiate,sad, "Fade Away and Radiate Ooo baby, I hear how you spend night time\nWrapped like candy in a blue, blue neon glow\nFade away and radiate\nFade away, radiate \nOoo baby, watchful lines\nVibrate soft in brainwave time\nSilver pictures move so slow\nGolden tubes faintly glow \nElectric faces seem to merge\nHidden voices mock your words\nFade away, radiate\nFade away and radiate\nBeams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen\nThe beams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen \nDusty frames that still arrive\nDie in nineteen fifty-five\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate \nThe beams become my dream\nMy dream is on the screen \nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiate\nFade away and radiateSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 2 ",1 +2729,Belle__Sebastian___The_Blues_Are_Still_Blue,happy, "The Blues Are Still Blue \nWell, look at the kid from school\nHe\'s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool\nHe\'s changing fashion, the way he dress\nThe tracksuits are old, and the hoody\'s way too moody\nFor the kid with the will to funk\nHe dances in secret; he\'s a part-time punk \n \nNow she\'s getting off the plane\nShe wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged\nThe kids fighting up the lane\nShoplifting, just drifting\nLike The Switchblade And The Cross\nBut if there\'s trouble, she\'s got the moves\nShe\'s taking an elementary class in kung fu\n \nI left my washing in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my washing\nThe black will be grey and the white will be grey\nBut the blues are still blue \n \nI\'m crying out for my mum\nIf the malady don\'t go away we\'re in a little trouble\nWith the boss of the company\nI\'m a singer, a swinger\nI\'m a layabout but laying on\nThe dock in the lazy sun\nWill never quite relegate me to a bum \n \nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue \n \n \nOh baby, I love your face baby, I love your face\nI\'ve been creeping round this town because\nWell, creeping\'s just my way ooh ooh\nBut with a little wink I\'ll be there little wink, I\'ll be there\nI\'ll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade\nI know you\'re young, but you\'re out of touch\nYou\'re French, your vocabulary\'s not quite formed\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 \nI left my homework in the launderette\nI got a letter from my mamma which my stupid dog has ate\nI hid behind the fence\nHere comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog\nHe\'s not making much sense \n \nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue \n \nI left my lady in the launderette\nYou can put some money on it, you can place a little bet\nThat when I see my lady\nThe black will be white and the white will be black\nBut the blues are still blue1 ",0 +1677,Aqua___Around_the_World,happy, "Around the World \nI\'ve been around the world - hey, hey\nI\'ve been around the world - hey, hey\nIn the kitchen where I\'m cooking what is good for me\nSpices from the globe\nLittle by little it\'s the finest meal\nIt\'s appetite for hope - come and see \n \nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI\'m realizing things ain\'t what they seem\nThat\'s the riddle of it\nThat\'s the spirit of it\nThat\'s the power of life\n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI\'ve been the only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery \n \nIn the living room I\'m cleaning up from top to floor\nThe place I love the most\nThe wall is covered up with all my souvenirs\nI\'ve got from coast to coast - come and see\nYou mix it all together in your dreams\nIngredients from the Seven Seas and\nI\'m realizing things ain\'t what they seem\nThat\'s the riddle of it\nThat\'s the spirit of it\nThat\'s the power of life \n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I want you to see Seen it all\nI\'ve been only girl Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\n \nI\'m still coming around\nI keep chasing dreams\nGirl, I keep coming around - hey, hey\nI keep coming around\nAnd I can never stop\nGirl, I keep coming around\nCause if I do I\'ll walk\nAround around - hmm, around the world \n \nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nHey, hey Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAll surrounded by mystery\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nAnd I\'ve seen it all Seen it all\nI\'ve been around the world Round the world\nThe sun will always rise and fall\nRound the world1 ",0 +1973,Assemblage_23___DISAPPOINT,sad, "Disappoint Just one more time\nFor the sake of sanity\nTell me why\nExplain the gravity\nThat drove you to this\nThat brought you to this place\nThat pushed you down\nInto the soil\'s embrace \nGive me the chance\nI was denied\nTo sit and talk with you\nFor one last time\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you \nI can\'t forget\nHaving to see\nThe words that knocked the wind\nRight out of me\nIt\'s not enough\nI\'ve come undone\nTrying to find sense\nWhere there is none \nJust give me peace\nYou owe me that\nTo help ward off the fears\nI must combat \nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you\n And so I ask\nFor one more chance\nTo understand\nThis senseless circumstance\nHelp me to see\nThis through your eyes\nThe reasons I\'ve been trying\nTo surmise \nThough you are gone\nI am still your son\nAnd while your pain is over\nMine has just begun \nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you ",1 +1503,Anouk___It_Wasnt_Me,sad, "It Wasn’t Me Can you tell me how you feel\nWhen you turn on your tv\nWhen you see me singing through my tears\nI\'ve saved up all these years\nCan you tell me what you see\nWhen you read the magazines\nDo you see yourself in me\nWhen you read the magazines\nWhen the dj plays this song\nCan you tell me what you hear\nAnd i hope you feel the way we felt\nWhen you put us all through hell\nCan you tell me how you feel now\nHow do feel, how do you feel\nTell me how you sleep at night\nDo you take those pills like me\nOr do you toss and turn\nAnd lay your head on the pillow and fall asleep\nCause you just don\'t care\nHow do you feel \nAnd now i\'m in your face\nAnd you feel that empty space\nWhy did we how did we come to fall from grace\nFalling, falling\nDidn\'t you just hear us calling out\nNo there\'s nothing left to say\nCause you shouldn\'t have stayed away\nNo man leaves his flesh and blood this way \nAnd i hope you feel the way we felt\nWhen you put us all through hell\nCan you tell me how you feel now\nHow do feel, how do you feel\nTell me how you sleep at night\nDo you take those pills like me\nOr do you toss and turn\nAnd lay your head on the pillow and fall asleep\nCause you just don\'t care\nHow do you feel\n It took a crowd for me to see\nThat it really wasn\'t me\nThe swaying crowd is the cleansing rain\nIt took the pain away\nAnd i hope you\'ll find yourself alone\nIn a million dollar home\nYou will be stuck\nWith a heart like a rock\nI hope you run out of luck fool\nHow do you feel now\nDoes it hurt, does it hurt\nHow do you feel now\nI\'m just wonderin\' how it feels \nOudou: satindra kalpoe\nBass: michel van schie\nGuitars & ebow: paul-jan bakker\nGuitars: lex bolderdijk\nStringarrangement: onno krijn\nStringplayers:\n• marie-josé schrijner\n• marieke de bruyn\n• ernst grapperhaus\n• michiel weidner ",1 +1546,AntiFlag___Right_On,happy, "Right On Punk rock?!?!?! Isn\'t that the type of music where kids cut each other with razor blades and knives? \n You guys were so awesome tonight! Well actually, I\'m so drunk, I can\'t remember your set. But you\'re my favorite band... haha... \n Right on , that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...! \n You know, if you guys think America\'s so bad, why don\'t you move to Russia? \n What do you mean you don\'t drink? Drinking\'s my entire life! You\'ve gotta start drinking! \n Right on , that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...! \n \'Anti-Flag?\' That doesn\'t mean anti- the American flag, does it...? \nRight on!!! \n Right on , that\'s the phrase\nTo the fucked up stupid things you say\nWe say: Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on...! ",0 +7525,Dream_Theater___Misunderstood,sad, "Misunderstood \nWaiting\nIn the calm of desolation\nWanting to break\nFrom this circle of confusion\nSleeping\nIn the depths of isolation\nTrying to wake\nFrom this daydream of illusion \n \nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\n \nIt challenges the essence of my soul\nAnd leaves me in a state of disconnection\nAs I navigate the maze of self-control\nPlaying a lion being led to a cage\nI turn from a thief to a beggar\nFrom a god to 'God save me\' \n \nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\nMisunderstood \n \n \nPlaying a lion being led to a cage\nI turn from surreal to seclusion\nFrom love to disdain\nFrom belief to delusion\nFrom a thief to a beggar\nFrom a god to 'God save me\' \n \nHow can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me?\nHow can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me?\nHow can I know so many, never really knowing anyone?\nIf I seem superhuman, I have been misunderstood\nMisunderstood\nSee Dream Theater LiveGet tickets as low as $47 1 ",1 +9232,Flobots___Rise,happy, "Rise \nSo much pain, we\nDon\'t know how to be but angry\nFeel infected, like we\'ve got gangrene\nPlease don\'t let anybody try to change me\nMe, just me\nIn the middle of a sea full of faces, full of faces\nSome laugh, some salivate\nWhat\'s in your alleyway, recycling bins or bullet cases?\nIt\'s not equal, it\'s not fair\nWe\'re different people but we\'re not scared\nWe ain\'t never scared to pave a new path\nMake a new street, build a new bridge\nSay, can you see, by the dawn\'s early light, free slaves running?\nSong\'s words weren\'t right, now a new day\'s coming\nThe few stay stunnin\' while the many are handsome\nYour soul is alive, but they want it for ransom\nThe base drummin\' is the anthem\nWe step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons, and\n \nRise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together\nWe rise together \n \nLost hope and found need\nGrounded by our surroundings\nDid the walls scream universities?\nOr you and I verse the T\'s?\nReact automatic and we burst when squeezed\nAnd make 9/11 each emergency\nUrgency, amber to red, like the turnin\' leaves\nOh, please let the hurtin\' cease\nAnd don\'t let apathy police the populace\nWe will march across\nThose stereotypes that were marked for us\nThe answer\'s obvious, we switch the consonants\nAnd change the sword to words and lift continents \n \nRise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\n \n \nRise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together\nWe rise together, we rise together \n \nIf you believe in redemption\nI\'m callin\' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI\'m callin\' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI\'m callin\' to you from another dimension\nIf you believe in redemption\nI\'m callin\' to you from another dimension12 ",0 +712,Alice_Cooper___House_Of_Fire,happy, "House of Fire \nHouse of fire\nHouse of fire\nYeah!\nAlright! \n \nLet\'s build a house of fire, baby\nNot one of wood or stone\nWalk through my door of desire, baby\nCome on in and make it your home\nDon\'t need a window to watch you, baby\nDon\'t need no roof overhead\nDon\'t need no key to unlock ya, baby\nI\'ll use my lovin\' instead\nI won\'t tire\nTake me higher \n \nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuildin\' it with our love\nWe are buildin\' a house of fire every time we touch\nHouse of fire\nHouse of fire \n \nWe ain\'t gotta pay rent now, baby\nNo landlord to throw us out\nI want to play in your garden, baby\nWhen you want it give me a shout\nI won\'t tire\nTake me higher \n \nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuildin\' it with our love\nWe are buildin\' a house of fire every time we touch\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can\'t tear down\n \n \nBrick by brick the flames get higher\nBuild it strong with our desire \n \nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuilding it with our love\nWe are building a house of fire every time we touch\nBaby we are\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can\'t tear down \n \nBuilding a house of fire, baby\nBuilding it with our love\nWe are building a house of fire every time we touch\nWe are building this house together, baby\nStanding on solid ground\nWe are building a house of fire that you can\'t tear down ",0 +3622,Blue_Magic___Spell_SingleLP_Version,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +1044,American_HiFi___The_Art_Of_Losing,happy, "The Art of Losing Last call now I\'m outta time\nAnd I don\'t got no valentine\nSingled out, now I stand alone\nThe underdog in a modern world\nSuburbia is hot tonight\nBut nothing seems to feel alright\nI don\'t want your sympathy\nI just need a little therapy\nAt least that\'s what they say to me \nHey ho let\'s go\nI\'m gonna start a riot\nYou don\'t wanna fight it\nOne two fuck you\nDon\'t tell me what to do\nI don\'t wanna be like you\nCan\'t you see it\'s killing me\nI\'m my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I\'ll keep on moving\nIt\'s the art of losing\nFit the mold and do what you\'re told\nGet a job and start growing old\n9 to 5 can make your dreams come true\nBut I don\'t wanna be like you\nI\'m not cool and I\'ll never be\nI break the rules and I guarantee\nI don\'t want your sympathy\nI just need a little therapy\nAt least that\'s what they say to me \nHey ho let\'s go\nI\'m gonna start a riot\nYou don\'t wanna fight it\nOne two fuck you\nDon\'t tell me what to do\nI don\'t wanna be like you\nCan\'t you see it\'s killing me\nI\'m my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I\'ll keep on moving\nIt\'s the art of losing \nYou call me a loser\nSay I\'m just a user\nBut I\'ll just keep on moving\nCause that\'s the art of losing\n Hey ho let\'s go\nI\'m gonna start a riot\nYou don\'t wanna fight it\nOne two, fuck you\nDon\'t tell me what to do\nI don\'t wanna be like you\nCan\'t you see, it\'s killing me\nI\'m my own worst enemy\nKnock me down I\'ll keep on moving\nIt\'s the art of losing \nWahhhooo It\'s the art of losing\nWahhhooo It\'s the art of losing \nWe\'re the kids\nWe\'re the kids\nWe\'re the kids in America\nWe\'re the kids\nWe\'re the kids\nWe\'re the kids in America1 ",0 +1940,Ashlee_Simpson___Undiscovered,calm, "Undiscovered \nTake it back, take it all back now\nThe things I gave, like the taste of my kiss on your lips\nI miss that now\nI can\'t try any harder than I do\nAll the reasons I gave, excuses I made for you\nI\'m broken in two \n \nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nYeah, I need you\nDon\'t walk away\n \nTouch me now how I want to feel\nSomething so real, please remind me\nMy love, take me back\n\'Cause I\'m so in love with what we were\nI\'m not breathing, I\'m suffocating without you\nDo you feel it too? \n \nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nYeah, I need you \n \nWhen I\'m in the dark and all alone\nDreaming that you\'ll walk right through my door\nIt\'s then I know my heart is whole\nThere\'s a million reasons why I cry\nHold my covers tight and close my eyes\n\'Cause I don\'t wanna be alone \n \nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me waiting and left to wonder\nI need you\nAll the things left undiscovered\nLeave me empty and left to wonder\nI need you\nI need you\n \n\'Cause I can\'t fake and I can\'t hate\nBut it\'s my heart that\'s about to break\nYou\'re all I need, I\'m on my knees\nWatch me bleed\nWould you listen please?\nI give in, I breathe out\nI want you, there\'s no doubt\nI freak out, I\'m left out\nWithout you, I\'m without\nI\'m crossed out, I\'m kicked out\nI cry out, I reach out \n \nDon\'t walk away\nDon\'t walk away\nDon\'t walk away\nDon\'t walk away2 ",2 +6653,David_Sylvian___Thalheim,sad, "Thalheim Couldn\'t leave you if I tried\nCouldn\'t weather this alone\nAnd through the darkness you still provide\nThe sweetest love I\'ve ever known \nTake the shadow from the road I walk upon\nBe my sunshine, sunshine\nAnd in the emptiness\nYou look and find someone\nThe damage is undone\nAnd love has made you strong\nAnd heaven gave me mine, Thalheim\nThe saddest words have come undone\nChanging the very air I breathe\nAnd miracles have just begun\nIn which only you and I believe \nTake the shadow from the road I walk upon\nBe my sunshine, sunshine\nAnd in the weightlessness\nYou look and find someone\nThe damage is undone\nAnd love has made you strong\nHeaven gave me mine, Thalheim \nWhen I\'m all the sea\nYou never let me down\nI\'ll just keep coming back to you\n‘Til I walk on solid ground \nFrom the foothills to the mountains\nOn the waters of the Rhine\nFace to face in Shahbagh gardens\nIn communion, out of time \nThalheim, Thalheim \nFrom the lilies of the valley\nTo the grapes upon the vine\nThe well of speculation\nIs it his or hers or mine ?\n Thalheim, Thalheim \nIn the everything and nothing\nIn disharmony and rhyme\nIn the sound of shot and echo\nWho\'s the victim, what\'s the crime ?\nWhat\'s the crime ? \nBe my, be my sunshine \nIn the keening cries of evening\nUnforgotten, underlined\nWe slipped into the water\nOut of focus, out of time1 ",1 +9467,Frankie_J___Daddys_Little_Girl,calm, "Daddy’s Little Girl \nHe drops his suitcase by the door\nShe knows her daddy won\'t be back anymore\nShe drags her feet across the floor\nTryna hold back time to keep him holding on\nAnd she says \n \nDaddy, daddy, don\'t leave\nI\'ll do anything to keep you right here with me\nCan\'t you see how much I need you?\nDaddy, daddy, don\'t leave\nMommy\'s saying things she don\'t mean\nShe don\'t know what she\'s talking about\nSomebody hear me out...\n \nFather listen\nTell him that he\'s got a home and he don\'t have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI\'ll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI\'ll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you \n \nNow she hasn\'t slept in weeks\nShe don\'t want to close her eyes\n\'cause she\'s scared that he\'ll leave\nThey\'ve tried just about everything\nBut it\'s getting harder for him to breathe\nAnd she says... \n \nDaddy, daddy, don\'t leave\nI\'ll do anything to keep you right here with me\nCan\'t you see how much I need you\nDaddy, daddy, don\'t leave\nThe doctors are saying things they don\'t mean\nThey don\'t know what they talking about\nSomebody hear me out...\n \nFather listen\nTell him that he\'s got a home and he don\'t have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI\'ll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI\'ll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you \n \nPlease don\'t let him go don\'t let him go\nI\'m begging you so I\'m begging you so\nThere, open his eyes\nNeed a little more time\nTo tell him that I love him more\nThan anything in the world\nIs daddy\'s little girl \n \nFather listen\nTell him that he\'s got a home and he don\'t have to go\nFather save him\nI would do anything in return\nI\'ll clean my room\nTry hard in school\nI\'ll be good\nI promise you\nFather, Father\nI pray to you\n \nShe was daddy\'s little girl........4 ",2 +2944,Between_The_Buried_And_Me___Fossil_Genera__A_Feed_From_Cloud_Mountian,sad, "Fossil genera - a feed from cloud mountian Beyond the satellites:\nSweet candy populous... a worry free entrance into the world\'s history\nNever underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts\nThe satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors \nIndeed we work from here. We have for centuries... hearing every breath... watching every disease\nYou must accept this truth \nBelow the satellites:\nThe leaders are driving to the farthest retreat. Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride\nThey have been speaking for years\nEvery night while you\'re asleep they have been discussing what the future holds for us all\nThe outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls\nTheir stories have been mocked... their ideas have been crushed... but after last night they control every idea we will think from here on out\nA government overthrown...\nWe have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this \nThe night owls speak overhead:\nThe apocalypse at least our apocalypse will happen sooner than we think\nIf we don\'t read the journals our station has prepared for you all\nWe call ourselves the night owls . We\'ve roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat\nWe\'ve made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes\nWhile you sleep, we discuss. Discuss our future... your future\nOur journals give detailed instructions on the machines and weapons we must build\nThese are weapons that none of you would even begin to think could harm the outside world...\nEverything you know is false... your first instinct is now your last\nLike I\'ve said before... we have been discussing and planning this for decades. Trust is essential\nWe don\'t have time to explain everything, but just know that everything will soon change \nTrust us and we will all be safe. We are the new government \nBefore the satellites:\nIn simple times we must take control\nWith simple skies we create... more sky\nA simple land we must change... for man... is god \nHow fast we grow...\nWe must move onSee Between the Buried and Me LiveGet tickets as low as $79 ",1 +8422,Enya___Evacuee,happy, "Evacuee \nEach time on my leaving home\nI run back to my mother’s arms\nOne last hold and then it’s over \n \nWatching me, you know I cry\nYou wave a kiss to say goodbye\nFeel the sky fall down upon me \n \nAll I am\nA child with promises\nAll I have\nAre miles full of promises of home\n \nIf only I could stay with you\nMy train moves on, you’re gone from view\nNow I must wait until it’s over \n \n \nAll I am\nA child with promises\nAll I have\nAre miles full of promises of home \n \nDays will pass, your words to me\nIt seems so long, eternity\nBut I must wait until it’s over 1 ",0 +3072,Billie_Davis___Tell_Him,happy, "Tell Him I know something about love\nYou\'ve gotta want it bad\nIf that man\'s got into your blood\nGo out and get him\nIf you want him to be, the very part of you\nThat makes you want to breathe\nHere\'s the thing to do \nTell him that you\'re never gonna leave him\nTell him that you\'re always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now\nI know something about love, you gotta show it\nAnd make him see that moon above\nReach out and get it\nIf you want him to be, always by your side\nAnd if you want him to, only think of you \nTell him that you\'re never gonna leave him\nTell him that you\'re always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now \nEver since the world began, it\'s been that way for man\nAnd woman were created\nTo make love their destiny\nThen why should true love be so, complicated? Oh yeah \nI know something about love\nYou gotta take it and\nShow him what the world is made of\nOne kiss will prove it\nIf you want him to be\nAlways by your side\nTake his hand tonight\nSwallow your foolish pride and \nTell him that you\'re never gonna leave him\nTell him that you\'re always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now\nTell him that you\'re never gonna leave him\nTell him that you\'re always gonna love him\nTell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now",0 +6060,Crystal_Gayle___Dont_It_Make_My_Brown_Eyes_Blue,sad, "Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue Don\'t know when I\'ve been so blue\nDon\'t know what\'s come over you\nYou\'ve found someone new\nAnd don\'t it make my brown eyes blue \nI\'ll be fine when you\'re gone\nI\'ll just cry all night long, say it isn\'t true\nAnd don\'t it make my brown eyes blue\nTell me no secrets, tell me some lies\nGive me no reasons, give me alibis\nTell me you love me and don\'t let me cry\nSay anything but don\'t say goodbye\nI didn\'t mean to treat you bad\nDidn\'t know just what I had\nBut honey now I do\nAnd don\'t it make my brown eyes\nDon\'t it make my brown eyes\nDon\'t it make my brown eyes blue \nDon\'t it make my brown eyes\nDon\'t it make my brown eyes\nDon\'t it make my brown eyes blue 2 ",1 +3398,Blackalicious___Sky_Is_Falling,sad, "Sky is Falling \nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down \n \nThe sky is falling, life is appalling, and death is lurking\nNiggas killing each other leaving bodies nobodies searching for\nAnd juveniles is losin\' trials, catching a bit of murder one\nAnd mothers is drinkin\' and druggin\', hoein\', searchin\' for they son\nAnd liquor stores upon every corner and younger people\nDone accepted defeat in the melting pot of lavas seeping\nAnd the hood is all the mind can conceive when your foes bleeding to their death\nAnd you picking their pocket all to just get even\nNiggas is banging, they fathers was banging, they unc\'s thuggin\'\nHighly intelligent Africans lowered to punks muggin\'\nAnd the coppers is the Klan, and the planet is run by the government\nAnd genocidal thieves, all the while the devil is loving it\nAnd children in high school rollin\' through smokin\' their classes up\nAnd people that\'s rich don\'t be checking for what is happening\nDegrading our women, knockin\' 'em up, leave 'em, now smack 'em up\nAnd ain\'t no way to reach us we\'re sleeping like hell\'s castle\nSky is falling\n \nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down\nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down \n \nThe sky is falling, no one is watching, tornadoes twisting\nWhereas nobody is listening and fires no one pays attention\nEnergies are erupting blurring the intentional vision\nDoctors and lawyers and scientists all are locked in the prison\nOf the mind, and all the youth are unreachable but they teachable\nBut emcees don\'t be teaching them to, they deep down in their soul\nAmongst the prostitution and pimping, robbing and stealing\nWe give a name Sab- a truth, this is nigga-land Glad to knew ya\nBut give a damn for the future, religions is institutionalized\nHidden truths, given you the lies\nYou got two pistols at the head of your own people\nIt\'s lethal but it\'s living proof\nInstead of leaving smiles leading death inside of our living room\nAnd instead of college, they got us slangin\' after high school\nFor the love of the money and everything that it will buy you\nEverybody out for that and they kill you if you a rival\nTwenty lions and one steak on the table, it\'s about survival\nThe sky is falling\n \nRain and thunder\nAnd lightning crumbling\nBuildings falling\nHurricanes Earth shattering\nMembranes scattering\nInsane happening\nSouls keeps burning\nAnd the sky keeps plummeting down \n \nRevelation\nFrom the now captive\nTo the plantation\nCalm I bring the fury\nAll the rampage done\nDrown the confusion\nThrough the devastation\nLive in the trees of elimination\nTruth is absolute\nProphets can\'t wait long\n...... ....\nCan\'t take long\nRevelation\nDevastation\nBetter stay strong ",1 +7222,Dinosaur_Jr___Said_The_People,happy, "Said The People \nI\'ve been staring, I\'ve been staring in the space\nAll this time, not a smile, such a waste\nI don\'t wanna, I don\'t wanna know\nI can\'t tell you, I just have to go \n \nAll the people, all the people drag me down\nAll the people, all the people that I know\nSave me, save me, save me, save me\n \nBring me something, bring me something I can use\nWell, here\'s one thing but it\'s not the one I choose\nI can\'t help it, hope you show up soon\nI can\'t help it, I\'m coming home to you \n \n \nCan you tell me? Can you tell me what went wrong?\nGuess I should have seen it coming all along\nGotta fight it, I gotta be strong\nGotta be something, can\'t let it drag on and on \n 2 ",0 +1890,Arthur_Russell___You_And_Me_Both,happy, "You and Me Both I\'m sure I can do whatever you want\nAnd if I try to be more than I am\nWant to be strong in your arms\n\'Cause kissing you is something new for you and me both \nI know it\'s more fun to give than to get\nLearned it from you\nShowing me why\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you...something new for you and me both\nI\'m sure it\'s okay\nWe\'re feeling this good\nAnd we can feel as good as we do\nWant to keep on doing\nKissing you is something new\nFor you and me both \nI know it\'s more fun to give than to get\nLearned it from you\nShowing me why\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you something new for you and me both \nI\'m sure I can do whatever you want\nAnd if I try to be more than I am\nWant to be strong in your arms\nKissing you is something new for you and me both",0 +3909,Bonfire___Give_It_A_Try,calm, "Give It A Try Like a lonely wolf\nHowling in the night\nCalling for you \nTime is passing by\nAnd I\'m feeling so sad\nThe wounds of love won\'t heal \nI\'m running aroung in circles\n\'cause we don\'t talk anymore\nNow I walk these streets alone\nStraying in the night - searching for you\nCHORUS\nGive it a try - for a second time\nDon\'t you know I missing you\nGive it a chance - for a second romance\nDon\'t you know I love you \nI thought our love is strong\nBut now I know I was wrong\nWrong all the time \nWe said we\'ll draw the line\nBut it\'s hard to forget\nAll those memories \nCHORUS 3x",2 +2610,Bebel_Gilberto___Winter,calm, "Winter I feel the snow\nOn my eyes\nIt touches me\nDeep inside \nAnd now I\'m here\nSo high\nA cloud\nUp in the sky \nAnd this has got me thinking\nIt\'s all because of you\nMy heart is dark\nAnd my mouth so dry\nWhere were you\nAll this time?\nMy love is yours\nYou know\nEvery song I sing\nBelongs to you\nAnd as days like these\nCome and go\nI still remember\nIt\'s true \nAnd this has got me thinking\nIt\'s all because of you\nThe night is dark and the moon so high\nWhere were you\nAll this time? \nAnd as days like these\nPass me by\nThrough clouds or skies of blue\nThen upon this heartbeat\nI could fly\nJust to sing this song for you\nFor you...",2 +6225,DJ_Clue__JayZ__Ja_Rule___Gangsta_Shit,calm, "Gangsta Shit \nUhh And you don\'t stop\nRockafella y\'all\nClueminati \n \nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x \n \nUnderstand why y\'all niggas mad at me\nSitting around like damn, that could be me\nAll the cars and bitches livin\' lavishly\nBut there\'s only one problem you ain\'t as bad as me\nWho could flip a record company from half a key?\nAnd drop a gold album do the math with me\nTurn right around and go platinum, that would be\nFuck it I lost count\nWhy don\'t you tell me the amount?\nSince you gossip like groupies notice please\nI never go broke my name got 2 G\'s\nJ-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day\nI be right there when your mics blow out\nI was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out\nI\'m right there with the same ice to light up your house\nJust bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out\nI\'m the stuff niggas write about\nJigga\'s a legend\nJay-Hova, end of the session\nFuck with me now\n \nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x \n \nWe live from the 7-1-8\nGot my chick in DMV at this very second runnin\' your plate\n2 knocks on your door, one gun in your face\n2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe\nPlace the safe in the bath tub I got one prior\nYou better hope this money don\'t catch fire\nYou so soft, no mask no rope, one clip and I\nLet this nigga run around untied\nI swear to god\nYou know the type that talk wild, but nigga\'s white cloud\nSoft as a baby\'s bottom, you know Jay Z spot him\nHaven\'t heard him in a while, and you know how come?\nThis little faggot in the corner dialing 911\nSnatched the phone, get a grip dog you 'posed to be thug\nWhat you telling the cop huh? I\'m taking your money and drugs\nIn the underworld we take care of beef ourself\nAnd another thing yo we police ourself\nEither you follow the codes or you sell cocaine\nThis life will swallow you whole so get outta the game\nGo to church every Sunday and pray hard\nAnd drug dealer? haha don\'t quit your day job\n \nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x \n \nNigga who else\nPop guns and rap jewels\nMean while\nBurning in hell child\nWe the center of attention\nShow me love for my nigga blazing\nMy niggas is made men\nGangsters shit get coke and sugar boes\nGot hoes for every home\nAnd never fuck they own\nEven though the Fed\'s got a sweating grip in the chrome\nCommuter case is closed they tapping\' the telephone\nDialing\' a 213 zone now\nGot ?? slap a bitch up and send her down\nFelling me, I wanna put this hustle behind me\nBut every time I look away he\'s hitting me blindly\nI\'m looking for the light baby\nAnd here it is\nAs soon as the nigga smiling\nDarker the night gets\nThat\'s why we Gangster and you players\nTake 2 to the heart Inc\nWorld most murderous\n \nWho got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?\nWe got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit\nRepeat 2x1 ",2 +9208,Fleet_Foxes___Sun_It_Rises,sad, "Sun It Rises \nRed squirrel in the morning\nRed squirrel in the evening\nRed squirrel in the morning\nI\'m coming to take you home \n \nSun risin\' over my head\nIn the morning when I rise\nHold me dear into the night\nSun, it will rise soon enough\n \nThe sun rising, dangling there\nGolden and fair, in the sky 3 ",1 +2170,Autumnblaze___Her_Golden_Robe_In_Silence_Veiled,happy, "Her Golden Robe in Silence Veiled She’s standind here like carved in stone\nIn silence veiled, her withered cheek\nA childhood queen without a throne\nMy dreamless sleeping child\nRed sorrow’s grinning through my veins\nMy voice unheard, unseen the tears\nI’m waiting where the moonsun reigns\nMy garden whispers tunes\nHear my voice and drink my tears\nI await you with firetunes\nVeiled in everlasting silence\nBut once your heart was full of tunes\nAs we danced as one with the dryads of July\nAshra\nAutumnal storms of endless grey\nThe harvester will sorrow reap\nYou saw the spring, the spring in May\nMein Feuerlilienstern\nHear my voice...\nWenn Wesen, die die Sonne schuf\nIn Schlaf und Weltennacht versinken\nWenn ungehört verhallt mein Ruf\nWill ich den Kelch des Todes trinken\nRemember my voice and sink in your soul\nI wove you a solar crown ",0 +6535,Daughtry___Gone,happy, "Gone \nFeeling like this could only mean, I\'m sinking\nFeeling like this could only mean, I\'m sinking\nWell, I\'m sinking, pull me out \n \nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you are\n \nFeeling overwhelmed, I take a dive\nInto once overfilled but now empty place to hide\nThe day you turned on me is the day I died\nAnd I\'ve forgotten what it\'s like\nAnd how it feels to be alive \n \nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you are \n \nReach up to the sky\nWhen nothing seems to go right\nWhen nothing seems to go right for me \n \nEvery time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nEvery time I see the light not burning on the porch\nI say I thought you would be home\nYou said you never would be gone\nBut you are, you areSee Daughtry LiveGet tickets as low as $65",0 +2756,Belle_and_Sebastian___Legal_Man,happy, "Legal Man \nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back \n \nRefer to our discussions, confirm the terms of our love affair\nI exercise all options, and I know I\'ll see you there\nBa, ba, ba \n \nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back\n \nNot withstanding provisions of clauses 1, 2, 3 and 4\nExtend contractual period, me and you for evermore \n \nYou\'re the legal man, you\'ve got to prove that you\'re no liar\nI\'ll render services that you may reasonably require \n \nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back\nL-O-V-E love, it\'s coming back, it\'s coming back \n \nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtime\nGet out of the city and into the sunshine\nGet out of the office and into the springtimeSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0 +1535,AntiFlag___This_Machine_Kills_Fascists,happy, "This Machine Kills Fascists Hey!\nGo! \nWe\'ve run out of patience\nYou\'ve run out of time\nThis scene will not fall victim\nTo your violence or lies \nYour values are nothing\nBut excuses to start fights\nQuit fronting like you\'re standing\nFor a moral cause tonight\nUnited as one, we won\'t stand aside\nYou tried to fuck with our scene\nWe\'re gonna fuck your life \n \nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nKills fucking fascists\nDead\nThat\'s right, dead \nYou don\'t have to be a racist\nTo be a Nazi fuck\nYour mindless nationalism\nGives you credentials enough \nYou spew your right-wing rhetoric\nWhen we get your attention\nYou\'ve mistaken the punk scene\nFor the Republican convention \nNo more infiltration\nNo more right-wing lies\nYou don\'t belong in our scene\nWe\'ll fight you till we die\n \nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nThis machine\nKills fucking fascists\nDead \nAhhh!\nDie! ",0 +1307,Angelic_Upstarts___Im_an_Upstart,anger, "I’m an Upstart We don\'t need to be clever to learn your lies\nWe only have to listen, open up our eyes\nTry to be honest, get kicked in the face\nBut if you cheat you\'re just a rat in the race\nI\'m an upstart\nHey whatcha gonna do\nI\'m an upstart\nListen I\'m talking to you\nSeek out an identity\nYou alienate society\nFace the facts, why not admit it\nHow can you be outrageous when your mother won\'t allow it?",3 +2248,Ayreon___My_house_on_mars,sad, "My House on Mars \nDaddy, where are you now?\nForgot about your vow?\nYou promised you\'d return and take me to Earth\nDid you have to fight that war?\nWhat was it all for?\nThe honor of one\'s name, what is it worth? \n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nI\'m all alone. We\'re all alone.\nMy future\'s unknown. Our future\'s unknown.\nI reach out to the stars out here in my house on Mars\n \nMother, did you hear me cry?\nYou never told me why\nYou put me in this world of rock and dust \nNo friends for playing games\nNo foes who scorn my name\nComputerized machines of steel and rust \n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nIs this my home? This is our home?\nThis desolate dome. His desolate dome.\nI call out to the stars, I\'m alone in my house on Mars. \n \nI\'ll never smell the ocean breeze\nI\'ll never climb the highest trees\nI\'ll never feel the burning sun\nI\'ll never meet my chosen one... in my house \nDaddy, I forgive you now\nYou could not keep your vow\nYou will never return, I\'ll never see Earth \n[Johan Edlund, Floor Jansen]\nMy time has come. Our time has come.\nI\'m emotionally numb. Emotionally numb.\nI\'m headed for the stars, I\'m leaving my house on Mars\nNo friends in my house on Mars\nNo foes in my house on Mars\nI was born in my house on Mars\nI will die in my house on Mars ",1 +4747,Camera_Obscura___Honey_In_The_Sun,happy, "Honey in the Sun \nA half full moon in Mexico City I think of you\nAnd when I saw the Southern Cross I wished you had too\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it\'s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you\nOh, I\'ve been spending half the year in a plane going up and down\nAnd you\'ve been seeing other people from a nearby town\nBeen obsessing and getting depressed about us\nExcess baggage and other stupid band stuff \n \nI wish my heart was cold but it\'s warmer than before\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it\'s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you\n \nWhen you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree\nWas that the very last time you really looked at me?\nI\'m in training to become as cold as ice\nI\'m determined to protect my feelings to disguise\nAnd when I said I didn\'t love you, I told a lie\nBecause there is no one above you though I try\nWould you laugh at the time I spent calling your name\nOver and over and over and over again? \n \nI wish my heart was cold but it\'s warmer than before\nI wish my heart was cold but it\'s warmer than before\nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it\'s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you \n \nThe trouble is I got me close to hating me\nAnd when I wake up in the morning it\'s your face I see\nOh, you once made me feel less afraid\nYou\'ve got me pouring myself over this page \n \nI wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew\nBut it\'s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you",0 +3985,Box_Car_Racer___Sorrow,sad, "Sorrow \nBecause I need you more than you need me\nBecause I want you more, I know \n \nBecause we move too fucking fast\nI think I really had to wish to make this last, I know \n \nI\'m sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\n \nBecause I cared way more\nBecause I really felt that you felt so much more, I know \n \nI\'m sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\nI\'m sorry please forgive me, believe me if you could \n \nI\'m sorry please forgive me, believe me if you would\nI\'m sorry please forgive me, believe me if you could\nBelieve me if you could 3 ",1 +7285,Dismantled___Dystopia,sad, "Dystopia Conditioned knowledge\nArranged through screens\nControlled emotions\nAligned through dreams\nRepressed desires\nMaintained by fear\nImprisoned faith\nNo will to flee \nThe order is issued\nEnforced by steel\nCompliance required\nThe transfer begins\nAssembled and numbered\nAssigned to cells\nInjected and wired\nReality fades\nWe\'ll\nProgram your minds\nProgram your dreams\nWe\'ll\nProgram your lies\nProgram your thoughts \nWe\'ll\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your lies\nProgram your dreams\nProgram your lies\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your dreams\nProgram your thoughts\nProgram your lies \nAwake at last\nAll thoughts are clear\nA strength is present\nThe walls disappear\nYou stand surrounded\nFeel no constraints\nNew blood is flowing\nThrough artificial veins\n The sky is burning blue again\nA blinding light protects the gray\nA stainless shield against the wind of change \nA rising grid expands beyond\nConverting stars to perfect form\nAbove horizons merging into gray ",1 +4153,Brazilian_Girls___Jique,sad, "Jique Tu sais pour toi j\'ai une faiblesse\nSi si, pour toi un-e faiblesse…\nA chaque fois that we\'re together\nPenso: my heart goes purpur \nYou know 'You\'ve got that feeling\' - you\'ve got that feeling\nCe qu\'on appelle\nThat feeling that feeling\nGoes well with my nature\nMit meiner Natur\nJique, Jique, Jique\nJique çe soir \nSundays ok son\nSundays ok \nYou know : I really really like you, really really like you\nI said : I really really like you - idem\nÇe n\'est pas de la paresse\nWenn ich mich ver-ges-se \nYou\'ve got a nose and that feeling\nCio che si dice il:\nFeeling\nIch sag:\nT\'es comme un parasite\nPlus je gratte plus ça pique!",1 +2176,Avant___Heaven,happy, "Heaven \nWe can sing a song together\nJust you and me\nAnd we can dance all night long forever\nLike it\'s a fantasy oh baby\nLook, I don\'t know you r name\nDon\'t know where you\'re from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat\'s where we\'re goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven\nWhen we get there you will be treated\nJust like a queen\nAnd I\'ll fulfill all of you desires\nAnd your wildest dreams, ooh baby \nLook, I don\'t know you r name\nDon\'t know where you\'re from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat\'s where we\'re goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven \nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nI can ease your mind\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nI got nothing but time\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nYou need what I got\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nIs you comin or not\n Look, I don\'t know your name\nDon\'t know where you\'re from\nBut I wanna know\nAre you willing to come with me\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat\'s where we\'re goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven \nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nI can ease your mind\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nI got nothing but time\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nYou need what I got\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nWhat\'s up, what\'s up\nIs you comin or not\nCause I can get to know you\nOn the way to heaven\nGirl if you decide to come with me\nThat\'s where we\'re goin\nSo all aboard, ready or not\nMake up your mind\nTell me what you got\nTo lose baby choose\nCause wanna take you to heaven ",0 +6557,Dave_Gahan___A_Little_Lie,sad, "A Little Lie \nThat time has passed\nSome things that never really last\nWe\'ve come undone\nTo me you\'ll always be the one \n \nCalm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\nCalm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right \n \nI walk alone\nAnd you know I\'ve never felt at home\nI\'m so hard to please\nAnd I have everything I need \n \nOh, calm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\nOh, calm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right \n \n \nCalm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right\n Oh, calm down people\nIt\'s just a little lie\nYou know it doesn\'t mean nothing\nAnd I realize you could be right2 ",1 +3991,Box_Car_Racer___My_First_Punk_Song,happy, "My First Punk Song \n24 to nothing and I\'m at the intersection\nWaiting for the light that\'s green\nWaiting for a reason\nTake them all and stack them up\nNot in my collection\nHit them all and watch them fly\nFuck them all and watch them drown \n \nWhat is with these bands that keep coming with their politics\nThey never went to school to find out that they were full of shit\nDidn\'t really either\nBut fuck I guess it really doesn\'t matter\nYou took this time to listen to me\nSo I\'ll say hey I fucked your brother\n \nThere\'s one problem\nI got brownies\nFrom your mother\nIt gave me syphilis\nI got no dick! \n \nThere\'s one problem\nI got brownies\nFrom your mother\nAnd it gave me syphilis\nI got no dick! \n \nFuck yeah!",0 +7191,Dimmu_Borgir___Burn_In_Hell,sad, "Burn in Hell \nWelcome to the abandoned land\nCome on in, child, take my hand\nHere there\'s no work or play\nOnly one bill to pay\nThere\'s just five words to say\nAs you go down, down, down \n[Chorus 1: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nOh, burn in Hell\n \nYou can\'t believe all the things I\'ve done wrong in my life\nWithout even trying, I\'ve lived on the edge of a knife\nWell, I\'ve played with fire and I don\'t want to get myself burned\nTo thine own self be true, so I think that it\'s time for a turn \n[Chorus 2: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nBefore I burn in Hell\nOh, burn in Hell \n \nTake one good look in your heart, tell me what do you see?\nIt\'s black and it\'s dark, now is that how you want it to be?\nIt\'s up to you, what you do will decide your own fate\nMake your choice now, for tomorrow may be far too late \n[Chorus 3: Shagrath & ICS Vortex]\nAnd then you\'ll burn in Hell\nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you lay no evil, down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil\nOh, burn in hell\nDon\'t you play with evil, 'cause I\'m free\n \n[Bridge: ICS Vortex & Shagrath]\nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nDon\'t you lay no evil down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil\nDon\'t you play with evil, 'cause I\'m free\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell \nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nDon\'t you lay no evil down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil\nDon\'t you play with evil, 'cause I\'m free\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell \n[Bridge: ICS Vortex & Shagrath]\nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you lay no evil down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you play with evil, 'cause I\'m free\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you lay no evil down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you play with evil, 'cause I\'m free\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell \nHear no evil, don\'t you see no evil\nOh, burn in Hell\nDon\'t you lay no evil down on me\nYou\'re gonna burn in Hell\nSpeak no evil, don\'t you think no evil... ",1 +1559,AntiFlag___Id_Tell_You_But,happy, "I’d Tell You But... Your invasion was a crime\nYour righteous explanations - lies\nKicking in our doors, raids at night\nWon\'t win you hearts, you\'ve lost your minds\nYour killing of my family\nDid not make a fan out of me\nIf this is what your freedom reaps\nKeep it for your United States\nI\'d tell you all these things but I can\'t speak because... \nI\'m dead, I\'m dead\nMy life is life no more\nI\'m dead, I\'m dead\nYour bullets cut into my flesh\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh\nI loved to read, write poetry\nI loved my friends, my family\nI loved the sand and loved the sea\nThe water splashing over me\nNow I will haunt you in your dreams\nNever another restful sleep\nI\'ll forever be by your side\nIn life your victim, death your bride\nMy memory will haunt you when you\'re awake or asleep because... \nI\'m dead, I\'m dead\nMy life is life no more\nI\'m dead, I\'m dead\nYour bullets cut into my flesh\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh\nYour cluster bombs ripped me to shreds\nWoah oh, woah oh, woah oh",0 +4070,Brakes___No_Return,sad, "No Return I was searching through the record section\nOf a shop in Birmingham\nTrying to forget the news \nBut you know how things sometimes are\nThe fates conspire to\nRemind you \n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like I\'d said\n\'No Return\', those searing words\nBurning in my head\nI\'d come across a compilation\nCalled \'Blues in a Minor Chord\'\nAs though you were there behind me \nI\'d turned it over to read the sleeve notes\nCredits in a daze\nAnd a chill came up my spine \n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like you\'d said\n\'No Return\', those piercing words\nTattered in my head \nAnd I\'d said\n The pain of being together\nIs more than being apart \nI thought of you all December long\nAnd now it\'s a New Year\'s start\n The loneliness of walking by your side\nIs more than walking alone \nIt\'s why I\'m leaving \nI let out a hollow howling\nFalling terribly\nLike wind escaping from a tube\n I think they call it coincidence\nOr something like deja vu\nYou never believe it \'til it happens to you \n\'No Return\' was its title\n\'No Return\' like we\'d said\n\'No Return\', like icicles\nFalling through our heads \nAnd I\'d said\n The pain of being together\nIs more than being apart \nI thought of you all December long\nAnd now it\'s a New Year\'s start\n The loneliness of walking by your side\nIs more than walking alone \nIt\'s why I\'m leaving \nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving\nIt\'s why I\'m leaving... ",1 +4232,Brian_Jonestown_Massacre___This_is_Why_You_Love_Me,happy, "This Is Why You Love Me I heard you say\nHe\'s gone away\nEvery things ok\nHey\nI\'m going to stay \nSo dry your eyes\nI\'ll never lie\nOr treat you like he did\nHey\nCome out and play\nHe never did nothing except for drag you down\nYou can rest your head, cause we\'ll be laying around \nAnd i\'m here to say\nThat there\'s no way\nHe\'ll love you like i do\nHey\nCome out and play \nHe never did nothing except for fuck you around\nYou can rest your head cause we\'ll be laying around\nYou can rest your head cause will be hanging aroundSee The Brian Jonestown Massacre LiveGet tickets as low as $28",0 +2788,Ben_Folds___Fired,happy, "Fired Lucretia walks into a room\nBecause she does\nIt\'s not the same room\nThe one she wanted to be in\nShe says\n Everywhere I go, damn there I am \n \nAnd I just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away sometimes\nWon\'t you let me walk away?\nEvery one of you is fired\nI\'m just an ordinary guy\nAnd all I want is to be loved\nIs that so wrong?\nDon\'t think that I don\'t know\nWhat you\'re saying about me\nI hear it all through these thin walls \n \nAnd I just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away this time?\nAnd I just want to walk away \n \nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nEvery one of you is fired, yeah \nShut the fuck up \n \nI just want to walk away\nWon\'t you let me walk away this time?\n\'Cause I just want to walk away\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 \nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nEvery one of you is fired\nEvery one of you is Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh\nFired! \nMotherfucker! ",0 +4235,Brian_May___One_Rainy_Wish,sad, "One Rainy Wish Gold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nNot too long ago\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nNever to grow old \nThere you were under the Tree of Song\nSleeping so peacefully\nIn your hand a flower played\nWaiting there for me \nI have never laid eyes on you\nNot before this timeless day\nBut you woke and you - woh - smiled my name\nYou stole my heart away\nYou stole my heart away little girl - yeah\nAll right!\nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nNot too long ago\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nNever to grow old \nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nGold and Rose - the colour of the dream I had\nMisty Blue and Lilac too\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nIt\'s only a dream\nI\'d love to tell somebody about this dream\nThe sky was filled with a thousand stars\nWhile the sun kissed the mountains blue\nAnd eleven moons played across the Rainbows\nAbove me and you\nGold and Rose\nGold and Rose\nThe colour of the Velvet Wall\nThat surrounds us",1 +1894,As_Cities_Burn___Contact,happy, "Contact Hearts aren\'t really our guides\nWe are truly alone\n\'Cause God ain\'t up in the sky\nHolding together our bones \nRemember we used to speak\nNow I\'m starting to think\nThat your voice was really my own\nBouncing off the ceiling back to me \nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, could it be that all we see is it?\nIs this it?\nIs this it?\nWon\'t you come down, heaven\nWon\'t you come down?\nWon\'t you cut through the clouds?\nWon\'t you come down? \nOh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?\nDo you have clouds to stop his voice?\nOh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?\nDo you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down? \nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, this can\'t be\nGod, could it be that all we see is it?\nIs this it? \nGod, does grace reach to this side of madness?\n\'Cause I know this can\'t be\nThe great peace we all seek \nWon\'t you come down, heaven\nWon\'t you come down?\nWon\'t you cut through the clouds?\nWon\'t you come down? \nDid your clouds stop his voice?\n And, Brother, have you found the Great Peace that we all seek?\nYou say, Take a look around; If there\'s a God, then He must be asleep. \n God must be asleep. \n God must be asleep. \n God must be asleep. \n God must be asleep. ",0 +2517,Bauhaus___In_The_Night,sad, "In the Night \nIn the night, in the chair\nHe sits there, he sits tight\nNo more cans, no more crime\nSee the place, see the time \n \nWell, you never know\nYou never know\nWell you never know\nYou never know\n \nHe walks light, don\'t know how\nMaybe now, in the night\nOh, I know, yes I know\nThere\'s no chat\nHe\'s for show \n \nWell you never know\nYou never know\nYou never know, no no no no\nYou never know, no no no no no no\nNo no no \n \nSees the place and tries to get the time\nHe\'s slowly slipping into the slime\nCan\'t inject into his veins\nBlood and guff ooze out and stain\nCares not that he really bleeds\nDeath not hell is what he needs\nSees the place, checks the time\nSome other place, some other time\nYou never know \nSlipping up and down his writing side\nHis eyes begin to ponder pride\nSubjective pics of misled youth\nBefore him lies the dreadful truth\nUndignified, insignified\nHis wrist on to the razor slides\nYou never know 2 ",1 +5097,Cerrone___Love_Is_The_Answer,happy, "Love Is The Answer Love is such a good thing!\nFeeling, feeling all around you \n\'Cause I\'m feeling so excited\nPeople don\'t you know\nLove\'s the only answer\nGot to let it, got to let it go \nSo give me some, give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove\'s the only answer\nCarry on, people carry on\nSave the love\nLove\'s the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove\'s the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove\'s the only answer \nOur love\'s like making music\nHear it, hear it all around you \n\'Cause it gets me so excited gets me so excited\nPeople don\'t you know\nLove\'s the only answer\nGot to let it, got to let it go \nSo give me some, give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove\'s the only answer\nCarry on, people carry on\nSave the love\nLove\'s the only answer \nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove\'s the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some\nLove\'s the only answer\nSo give me some give me some, give me some give me some\nPlenty of it\nLove\'s the only answer\nCarry on carry on, people carry on carry on\nSave the love\nLove\'s the only answer\n Get it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some save me some\nLove\'s the only answer\nGet it on get it on, better get it on get it on\nSave me some save me some\nLove\'s the only answer \nLove all together\nLove is the way\nPeople gather this way\nLove is the answer today\nOoh, people gather this way\nOoh, ooh, gather, gather ",0 +2057,Atlantic_Starr___Always_Album_Version,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +4830,Carey_Ott___Mother_Madam,sad, "Mother Madam Now\'s the time to break these chains\nNow\'s the time to pack these things along\nYou\'re a big girl in the same small town\nPick yourself up off the ground\nMother Madam, Mother Madam, Mother Madam \nIt\'s another sticky corporate afternoon\nWith all the simple deals? out there on the moon\nNow\'s the time to break these chains\nNow\'s the time to pack these things along\nWe wouldn\'t leave here without you\nWe wouldn\'t be here without you\nMother Madam x 7 \nDon\'t get carried away so soon\nDon\'t get carried away so soon\nDon\'t get carried away too soon \nMom, I couldn\'t find you, you were lost out of space\nMom, I would invite you to escape \nI wouldn\'t leave here without you\nI wouldn\'t be here without you\nWe wouldn\'t leave here without you\nWe wouldn\'t be here without you \nMother Madam x7 \nDon\'t get carried away so soon x4\nDon\'t get carried away too soon x3",1 +7087,Diana_Krall___The_Night_We_Called_It_A_Day,happy, "The Night We Called It a Day There was a moon out in space\nBut a cloud drifted over its face\nYou kissed me and went on your way\nThe night we called it a day \nI heard the song of the spheres\nLike a minor lament in my ears\nI hadn\'t the heart left to pray\nThe night we called it a day \nSoft through the dark\nThe hoot of an owl in the sky\nSad though his song\nNo bluer was he than I\nThe moon went down, stars were gone\nThe sun didn\'t rise with the dawn\nThere wasn\'t a thing left to say\nThe night we called it a day \nSoft through the dark\nThe hoot of an owl in the sky\nSad though his song\nNo bluer was he than I \nThe moon went down, stars were gone\nBut the sun didn\'t rise with the dawn\nThere wasn\'t a thing left to say\nThe night we called it a daySee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",0 +1004,Amandine___Fathers__Sons,sad, "Fathers & Sons We fall apart\nLike fathers and sons\nWith a shot to the heart\nFrom a poachers gun \nYou took a U-Turn\nTo dodge what was left\nOf a perfect excuse\nA nail that was loose \nWe fell apart\nLike fathers and sons\nWith a shot to the heart\nFrom a poachers gun\nI can\'t shake it off\nAnd I can\'t wear it down\nWhat I\'ve found\nWhat I\'ve found",1 +4111,Brandi_Carlile___Someday_Never_Comes,happy, "Someday Never Comes \nDear Love, I\'ll miss you much\nI\'ll miss your smile and I\'ll miss your touch\nBut I found a place where I can erase my past\nMaybe someday when you\'re old and gray\nAnd your hair falls out and your tattoos fade\nYou might see me standing, hand in hand \n \nI have to go away\nI\'ve got no reason to stay here\nYou said someday you\'ll change\nBut even a fool will tell you\nSomeday never comes\n \nYou built your rooms, you built your walls\nYou kept me outside of it all\nI got tired of you, what\'s a girl to do?\nMaybe someday if we stay this way\nAnd you see my face in a different place\nYou\'ll remember when, you\'re gonna thank me then \n \nI have to go away\nI\'ve got no reason to stay here\nYou said someday you\'ll change\nBut even a fool will tell you\nSomeday never comesSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45 3 ",0 +4080,Brand_New___Okay_I_Believe_You__But_My_Tommy_Gun_Dont,anger, "Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t \nI am heaven sent\nDon\'t you dare forget\nI am all you\'ve ever wanted\nWhat all the other boys all promised\nSorry I told\nI just needed you to know \nI think in decimals and dollars\nI am the cause to all your problems\nShelter from cold\nWe are never alone\nCoordinate brain and mouth\nThen ask me what it\'s like to have myself so figured out\nI wish I knew \n \nI hope this song starts a craze\nThe kinda song that ignites the airwaves\nThe kinda song that makes people glad to be where they are\nWith whoever they\'re there with \nThis is war\nEvery line is about who I don\'t wanna write about anymore\nHope you come down with something they can\'t diagnose\nDon\'t have the cure for \nHolding on to your grudge\nOh, it\'s so hard to have someone to love\nAnd keeping quiet is hard\n\'Cause you can\'t keep a secret\nIf it never was a secret to start\nAt least pretend you didn\'t wanna get caught \n \nWe\'re concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we\'re throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us\n \nOh, we\'re so c-c-c-c-c-controversial\nWe are entirely smooth\nWe admit to the truth\nWe are the best at what we do \nAnd these are the words you wish you wrote down\nThis is the way you wish your voice sounds\nHandsome and smart\nOh, my tongue\'s the only muscle on my body\nThat works harder than my heart\nAnd it\'s all from watching TV\nAnd from speeding up my breathing\nWouldn\'t stop if I could\nOh, it hurts to be this good \nYou\'re holding on to your grudge\nOh, it hurts to always have to be\nHonest with the one that you love\nOh, so let it go \n \nWe\'re concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we\'re throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nWe\'re concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we\'re throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us \n \nThis is the grace only we can bestow\nThis is the price you pay for loss of control\nThis is the break in the bend\nThis is the closest of calls\nThis is the reason you\'re alone\nThis is the rise and the fall! \n \nWe\'re concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we\'re throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe \nWe\'re concentrating on falling apart\nWe were contenders, we\'re throwing the fight\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nI just wanna believe\nIn us14 ",3 +2087,Atreyu___Lip_Gloss_and_Black,anger, "Lip Gloss and Black \nIf I gave you pretty enough words\nCould you paint a picture of us that works?\nAn emphasis on function rather than design\nAren\'t you tired? Cause I will carry you on a broken back\nAnd blown out knees\nI have been where you are for a while \n \nAren\'t you tired of being weak?\nSuch rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky\nAnd destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die\n \nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold\nI am exhumed; just a little less human \n \nAfter all these images of pain have cut right through you\nI will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone\nThen I\'ll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat, it sets us apart \n \nAren\'t you tired of being weak?\nSuch rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky\nAnd destroy the prettiest starry night, every evening that I die \n \nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die!\nLive! Love! Burn! Die! 2 ",3 +3374,Black_Sabbath___Behind_The_Wall_Of_Sleep,happy, "Behind the Wall of Sleep \nVisions cupped within the flower\nDeadly petals with strange power\nFaces shine a deadly smile\nLook upon you at your trial \n \nChill that numbs from head to toe\nIcy sun with frosty glow\nWords that glow read to your sorrow\nWords that glow read No tomorrow \n \nFeel your spirit rise with the breeze\nFeel your body falling to its knees\nTake your wall of remorse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nTurns your body to a corpse\nSleeping wall of remorse\nTurns your body to a corpse \n \nNow from darkness, there springs light\nWall of sleep is cool and bright\nWall of sleep is lying broken\nSun shines in, you have awoken 4 ",0 +2449,Bardo_Pond___Walking_Clouds,anger, "Walking Clouds Walking clouds in the land\nWalking through the sand ",3 +1735,Arcade_Fire___In_The_Backseat,sad, "In the Backseat \nI like the peace\nIn the backseat\nI don\'t have to drive\nI don\'t have to speak\nI can watch the countryside\nAnd I can fall asleep \n \nMy family tree\'s\nLosing all its leaves\nCrashing towards the driver\'s seat\nThe lightning bolt made enough heat\nTo melt the street beneath your feet\n \nAlice died\nIn the night\nI\'ve been learning to drive\nMy whole life\nI\'ve been learning \n \nI like the peace\nIn the backseat\nI don\'t have to drive\nI don\'t have to speak\nI can watch the countryside... \n \nAlice died\nIn the night\nI\'ve been learning to drive\nMy whole life\nI\'ve been learning. O-oh..! \n \nHoo-oo-ooh! Hoo-oo-ooh!\nNo-or-aaah!\nHoo-oo-ooh! Hoo-oo-ooh...!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 9 ",1 +1239,Anberlin___Younglife,happy, "Younglife \nHey brother, do you remember when\nWe used to play outdoors\nTil the light was absorbed by the night?\nHey brother, it was an innocent time\nWe used to laugh 'til we cried\nWe\'re still boys on the inside\nI want to do it again \n \nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time that we got away with lies\nI can hear it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights and early lights\nNever thought it would come to a goodbye\nI replay it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\n \nLala la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again \n \nHey lover, do you remember when\nWe would dance in your apartment\n\'Til neighbors would knock on your door?\nAnd I remember, you remember when\nWe had no money to speak of\nNo where else to eat but your floor\nI want to do it again \n \nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time you would look me in the eyes\nI can see that in the back of my mind\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights, all entwined\nMade a promise to never say goodbye\nI replay it in the back of my mind\nOver and over again \n \nAll those days gone forever\nWonder if we\'re going to ever\nSee all our younglife friends that we made again\nHave we all lost connection?\nLife pulls in all directions\nMemories bring us back to where we\'ve been\n \nI want to do it again\nThe first time staying out all night\nThe last time that we got away with lies\nWe can hear it in the back of our minds\nOver and over again\nI want to do it again\nLate nights and early lights\nNever thought it would come to a goodbye\nWe replay it in the back of our minds\nOver and over and over\nI want to do it again \n \nLala la la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again\nLala la la, lala la la la\nLala la la la\nI want to do it again ",0 +7046,Diablo___Lovedivided,anger, "Lovedivided I can remember the times\nWhen the grace was\nShining on my face\nDon\'t you see, don\'t you feel\nThose days are gone\nThey\'ve vanished in the air\nNow I could not care less\nOf you and your poisoned mind\n\'Cos I have already seen\nThis thousand times\nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can\'t see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries! \nHell yeah! \nI can remember the love\nAt some point it became\nOne with my hate\nAnd I can see how\nYou are wasting your life\nWasting your dignity\nThe light in my eyes is fading away\nBut I bleed no tears\n\'Cos I know your destiny \nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can\'t see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries!\n How blind can you be?\nDon\'t you know what I mean? \nLove divided, love divided\nExtending agony!\nLove divided, love divided\nI hate your empty words \nAnd the grin on your face, ah! \nMy emotions are hidden\nIn a place where you can\'t see\nHate is replacing the dreams\nThat we once shared\nOn these frontlines\nFrontlines of mysteries! \nHow blind can you be?\nDon\'t you know what I mean? \nLove divided, love divided\nExtending agony!\nLove divided, love divided\nI hate your empty words! ",3 +2975,Beyoncé___Single_Ladies_Put_A_Ring_On_It,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsSingle Ladies Put a Ring on It [Produced by Beyoncé, The-Dream & Tricky Stewart] \n \nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies\nNow put your hands up \n \nUp in the club club, just broke up up\nI’m doing my own little thing\nDecided to dip dip, but now you wanna trip trip\n\'Cause another brother noticed me\nI’m up on him him, he up on me me\nDon’t pay him any attention\nCried my tears tears, for three good years years\nYou can’t be mad at me\n \n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it \n \nI got gloss on my lips lips, a man on my hips hips\nHold me tighter than my Deréon jeans\nActing up up, drink in my cup cup\nI can\'t care less what you think\nI need no permission, did I mention?\nDon’t pay him any attention\n\'Cause you had your turn turn\nBut now you gon\' learn\nWhat it really feels like to miss me \n \n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n \nDon\'t treat me to the things of the world\nI’m not that kind of girl\nYour love is what I prefer, what I deserve\nHere’s a man that makes me, then takes me\nAnd delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond\nPull me into your arms\nSay I’m the one you want\nIf you don’t, you’ll be alone\nAnd like a ghost, I’ll be gone \n \nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies All the single ladies\nAll the single ladies\nNow put your hands up\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh \n \n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh, oh\n\'Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nDon’t be mad once you see that he want it\nIf you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it\nWhoa, oh, oh27 ",0 +5702,Coldplay___See_You_Soon,calm, "See You Soon \nSo you lost your trust\nAnd you never should have\nAnd you never should have\nBut don\'t break your back\nIf you ever see this\nBut don\'t answer that \n \nIn a bulletproof vest\nWith the windows all closed\nI\'ll be doing my best\nI\'ll see you soon\nIn a telescope lens\nAnd when all you want is friends\nI\'ll see you soon\n \nSo they came for you\nThey came snapping at your heels\nThey come snapping at your heels\nBut don\'t break your back\nIf you ever hear this\nBut don\'t answer that \n \nIn a bulletproof vest\nWith the windows all closed\nI\'ll be doing my best\nI\'ll see you soon\nIn a telescope lens\nAnd when all you want is friends\nI\'ll see you soon\nI\'ll see you soon \n \nI know, you lost your trust\nI know, you lost your trust\nI Know, don\'t lose your trust\nI know, you lost your trustSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 7 ",2 +5116,Chanel___My_Life,happy, "My Life Got me hurting cause I\'m wanting you\nAnd you\'re leaving me\nSaid you need more space\nEven makes your life much easier\nYour love I\'ll share\nJust tell me that you\'ll stay \nCause you can\'t go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side\nWhen love\'s this good, it\'s hard to find\nKnow that I love you, and you\'re always in...\nMy life, my life, and I want you in... \nIt\'s not like me to be this way\nBut my love for you has got me so confused\nAnd it\'s not the things you do for me\nHow you make me feel \nKeeps me wanting you \nYou can\'t go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side\nWhen love\'s this good, it\'s hard to find\nKnow that I love you, and you\'re always in... \nMy life, my life, and I want you in... \nI just wanna let you know that I\'l be here for you\nTo make sure that you\'re happy, my happiness is you\nI just wanna let you know that I\'l be here for you\nI just wanna hold on to the love I found \nYou can\'t go, not just yet\nWant you close, by my side \nMy life, my life, and I want you in...",0 +5833,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Enchantment_Live_At_Webster_Hall,calm, "Enchantment - live at webster hall I wait for you, I don\'t know why\nAll I know is I can\'t hide\nAt this temperature\nYou could take over my mind\nLike gossamer you softly touch\nHe draws me in, I\'m powerless\nHe possesses an enchantment\nTell me, I\'m forgiven\nHe calls, don\'t know\nHow I fell under his spell\nLately, I\'ve been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nI wait for you, I\'m mesmerized\nThis love is like a potion in disguise\nI\'d tightrope walk\nWith a blindfold on my eyes\nI can\'t escape or so it seems\nI\'d run away, he\'s in my dreams\nHe possesses an enchantment\nTell me, I\'m forgiven\nHe calls, don\'t know\nHow I fell under his spell\nLately, I\'ve been driven\nHe smiles an enchantment\nIt\'s the kind of sleepwalk that never ends\nType of loan with no dividends\nIt\'s a parlor game where you\'re given chase\nGuess, it could be called an acquired taste\nI know, he knows, he calls, I go, I know\nThis could be an enchantment\nWhy don\'t you tell me I\'m forgiven?\nHe calls, don\'t know\nHow I fell under his spell? I\'m forgiven\nLately, I\'ve been driven\nHe smiles and I give in, give in\nAn enchantment",2 +4172,Brenda_Holloway___When_Im_Gone,sad, "When I’m Gone What are you gonna do when I\'m gone\nWhose shoulder are you gonna cry on\nWhat are you gonna do on the day\nWhen I turn my head and just walk away \nWhat are you gonna say to your friends\nWhen the talk around town begins\nWill you tell them how you treated me bad\nWill you tell them how you made me so sad \n\'Cause you make some people\nThink that you love me a lot\nBut they just don\'t know you\nAnd what they see isn\'t what we\'ve got\nWe\'re happy in the public eye\nThey think you\'re such a wonderful guy\nBut they don\'t know how much you\'ve lied\nAnd they don\'t know how much I\'ve cried\nYou\'re a real Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde \nOh, yeah \nYou make a pass at\nEvery girl that you see\nThen when they hurt you\nYou come running and crying to me \nI comfort you whenever you\'re low\nAnd you don\'t have a place you can go\nYou put your head on my shoulder to cry\nAnd then you turn around and tell me a lie \nAnd I just can\'t take it\nI\'ve gotta make it now \nWhat are you gonna do when I\'m gone\nAnd what are you gonna do when I\'m gone\nWhat are you gonna do when I\'m gone\nWhat are you gonna do when I\'m gone",1 +2003,At_The_DriveIn___Catacombs,anger, "Catacombs \nLark throated spit through beaks tonight\nThese gagging chirps were written in disguise\nWhat\'s that sound? Caskets floating\nHey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb?\nWould you ever pretend to kick from inside of this womb?\nHey you, did you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils?\nAnd in case you haven\'t noticed, we\'re already dead\nAlready dead, dead, dead \n \nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\n \nPendulum swing through tantrum slits\nThis scalpel\'s graze untamed won\'t feel romantic\nWhat\'s that sound? Caskets floating\nIn laymen\'s terms sewn by matrimony, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you, did you ever intend to—\nHey you... \n \nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage \n \nWhat\'s that sound coming? Who can it be?\nWhat\'s that sound I hear coming?\nThis gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage 3 ",3 +4794,Cannibal_Corpse___Slain,anger, "Slain The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore\nHe knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more\nDeath\nPain\nTerror\nBlood... \nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will allways show for all time\nWasting no time he began defiling whores\nHe would be the last man they felt\nA carnivore\nTear\nRape\nRavage\nMaim \nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one knows\nTheir bloodstains will always show for all time \nFiring, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree\nSlashing with machette, body parts are the debris\nThere is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent\nOne more town, slowly going down\nThis is the comming of endless torment \nSolo Jack Owen \nUnburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand\nRemains of the slain, a dead body wasteland\nThere is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent\nOne man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent\nSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 Solo Pat O\'Brien \nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will always sho for all...\nTime\nExpired\nBig iron\nBoth die \nOn the high plain they lost their lives\nHundreds were slain\nWhy they died no one will know\nTheir bloodstains will always sho for all...\nSlain ",3 +6139,Cymbals_Eat_Guitars___Indiana,happy, "Indiana As the descent began I got the distinct impression\nLake Michigan had been frozen for decades\nI conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum\nTo our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel \nThe tundra under us cracked and ruptured\nTo reveal palisades\nMade of blades of gray, gray bristling grass\nAnd papulose lichen\nI was so frightened\nAs my grip on you tightened\nYour skin got slicker\nI am a deserted bus depot\nThough our approach suggested\nAn American hazy sea\nLike the one I found inside\nAfter driving you home once\nStill half high \nI-90 through utter desolation\nI sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home\nI close my eyes and see cellar stairways\nVermiculated with delicate animal bone \nMusty rooms house racks of fur jackets\nSpattered with plasma\nOn a bus in Indiana\nI called you and screamed\nUnder ceaseless patterns of weeping light ",0 +8649,Eve_6___Bang,happy, "Bang The underworld element beckoned in a dream to\nFind a sidekick pronto I should\nThink Thelma, not Daria\nSo I search hard and near and far for\nSomeone the description called for\nThought seldom not Daria\nFound her in a suburban wasteland\nSwaddling clothed and caked in beach sand\nAt first sight thought that I might turn and\nRun out of fear and intrigue\nI stood numb kind of military\nI\'d found her I\'d keep her\nSafe and sound, don\'t make a sound\nLook up at the sky, shit\'s going down\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nRun away with me \nI took a one way highway headed west heaven bound\nNever even thought once to turn 'round\nReal life plays tricks on the brain\nPointed fingers were left in the dust and\nThe ones who doubted rusted\nWe\'re out of here like Vladimir\nNow I\'m looking at a picture were I\'m right beside you\nEyes shine with a light that binds you\nTo this fool with super glue\nFrom all the way across the nation\nYou came with just your name and your suitcase\nI\'ll keep you safe and sound, don\'t make a sound\nLook up at the sky, shit\'s going down \nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\nI heard a bang and stars collided\nHer skin drew me in just like a magnet\nLittle girl my little world is yours\n Big bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time \nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time \nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time \nBig bang little girl run away with me\nAnd be my Themla & Louise\nBrush that sand off your, ask your questions later\nLove me long time ",0 +9236,Floetry___My_Apology,sad, "My Apology Intro:\nKarma usually comes wearing a stranger\'s light; it\'s easier to deal with that way. But now it\'s you, I\'ve hurt you, disrespected you. There\'s nowhere to hide, no turning back, no rearrangement. Only what lies ahead…and you\'re so heaven sent \nHook:\nI know you\'re feeling hurt because of what I did to you\nIf it\'s blame I\'ll take it maybe we will make it through\nCause I love you, I love you\nThink about it baby \nVerse:\nI\'m sorry for giving you the cold shoulder\nNever been this wrong before\nNever stood my ground and breathed it in before\nAll I wanted to do is hold ya\nNever felt so brave and so afraid before\nNever faced alone and felt the peace before\nWith tears in my eyes I come to you sincerely\nExcepting this space I\'m in\nGrowing outta the phase where I just wanna win\nYou act as though you don\'t even hear me\nLook at me baby…look at me\nI know you\nHook: \nVerse 2:\nGrowth\nI released my grief it was a heavy load\nSurvived the sleep and now I\'m letting go\nWaking up and living up to what I had proposed\nWoman now\nI love the girl I used to be\nEver step she took was reaching out to me\nEvery breath is blessed responsibility\nWe made it baby\nI can\'t control your feelings\nFeel me\nI can\'t take back, what I\'ve done\nWith my hand on my heart,\nI\'m coming to you sincerely\nIf you hear me\nI know you \nHook:\nOutro:\nThink about it\nWe know better\nBut love has no expectations\nSo I don\'t expect you to do anything\nThink about it\nThis is for me\nI\'m offering this to you\nTo free myself\nCause I know what I have to do\nThis is my apology\nThink about it baby",1 +7701,Echoing_Green__The___Tonight,sad, "Tonight Underneath the open sky\nBeneath the stars we cry\nAnd I can\'t see your eyes \nHow I wonder where you are\nSometimes you seem so far\nEspecially tonight\nTonight\nTonight \nThough I know you have to run\nHow I want you to stay on\nAnd see how far we\'ve come\nNo, we cannot always wait\nTo choose the perfect day\nTo mean the things we say\nWe say\nWe say \nI can\'t let you go\nSomehow I think you know\nBut if you have to leave\nNow\'s the time, when I\'m still strong\nMy sight still clear \nTonight tonight\nTonight tonight\nTonight tonight \nTonight\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight",1 +8997,Fever_Ray___Nows_The_Only_Time_I_Know,sad, "Now’s the Only Time I Know \nDark brown hair\nAnd eyelash\nReappear\nIn a flash\nNow\'s the only\nTime I know \n \nEarly morning\'s\nGreatest deed\nWhat\'s forsaken\nI do not need\nThere is water\nThere is snow\n \nSettling down\nDoor and room\nKeep it tidy\nKeep it like home \n \nNow\'s the only\nTime I know\nCome here sparrow\nWatch my hand\nBlack and blue seeds\nThat\'s what my hand can\nNow\'s the only\nTime I know \n \nDo my hair\nAnd paint eyelash\nReappear\nIn a flash\nThere is more\nI\'d like to know \n \nNine-fifteen\nThen I\'m done\nQuiet front seat\nAnd drive around\nThrough the water\nThrough the snow 2 ",1 +3619,Blue_Foundation___Eyes_On_Fire,sad, "Eyes on Fire \nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa\nHoa-hoa-hoa-hoa-hoa \n \nI\'ll seek you out\nFlay you alive\nOne more word and you won\'t survive\nAnd I\'m not scared of your stolen power\nI see right through you any hour\n \nI won\'t soothe your pain\nI won\'t ease your strain\nYou\'ll be waiting in vain\nI got nothing for you to gain \n \nI\'m taking it slow\nFeeding my flame\nShuffling the cards of your game\nAnd just in time\nIn the right place\nSuddenly I will play my ace \n \nI won\'t soothe your pain\nI won\'t ease your strain\nYou\'ll be waiting in vain\nI got nothing for you to gain \n \nEyes on fire\nYour spine is ablaze\nFelling any foe with my gaze\nAnd just in time\nIn the right place\nSteadily emerging with grace\n \nAhh, felling any foe with my gaze\nAhh, steadily emerging with grace\nAhh, felling any foe with my gaze\nAhh, steadily emerging with grace46 ",1 +963,Altan___Blackwaterside,calm, "Blackwaterside One evening fair to take the air\nDown by Blackwaterside\n\'Twas a-gazing all around me\nThat the Irish lad I spied \nAll through the far part of the night\nWe did lie in sport and play\nWhen this young man arose and gathered his clothes\nSaying, Fare thee well today \nThat\'s not the promise that you gave to me\nWhen you lay on my breast\nYou could make me believe with your lying words\nThat the sun rose in the west\nGo home, go home to your father\'s garden\nGo home and weep your fill\nAnd think on your own misfortune\nYou brought on with your want and will \nFor there\'s not a girl in this whole wide world\nAs easily led as I\nAnd when fishes can fly and the seas run dry\nIt is then that you\'ll marry I\nIt is then that you\'ll marry I ",2 +7455,Dot_Allison___Did_I_Imagine_You,sad, "Did I Imagine You? When I close my eyes\nI can see you reach out to me\nIn my deepest dream\nI can hear you call out to me \nWhere in the world are you tonight? \nDid I Imagine You?\nDid I Imagine You?\nAre you somebody real?\nThat I can touch and feel?\nHere in my dreams\nI\'m waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI\'ll carry you through \nNow and then it seems\nI can hear you climb the stairs\nOpening the door\nI realise you\'re not there \nWhere in the world are you tonight? \nDid I Imagine You?\nDid I Imagine You?\nAre you somebody real?\nThat I can touch and feel? \nHere in my dreams\nI\'m waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI\'ll carry you through \nHere in my dreams\nI\'m waiting for you\nJust take my hand\nI\'ll carry you through",1 +5750,Combichrist___without_emotions,sad, "Without Emotions Without emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate \nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTicking \nWithout emotions\nWithout feelings\nWithout love\nWithout hate\nBreath is just a clock\nTicking\nTicking\nTicking 1 ",1 +9134,Firewind___Falling_To_Pieces,happy, "Falling to Pieces Be yourself tonight\nDon\'t stress yourself to death\nDon\'t try to fight the time\nSynchronize your health\nDon\'t think you\'ll lose it all\nIt all comes back to you\nSo get your soul alive\nThings will go on through \nDon\'t hide behind a dark\nAnd empty soul\nDon\'t lie to yourself\nNo more\nEverything is you\nBut you\'re falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI\'m falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat\'s calm for you \nLike a stormy weather\nYou\'re moving with no goal\nFeeling kind of strange\nFeel you want to growl \nDon\'t hide behind a dark\nAnd empty soul\nDon\'t lie to yourself\nNo more \nEverything is you\nBut you\'re falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI\'m falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat\'s calm for you\n -Solo- \nEverything is you\nBut you\'re falling to pieces\nLet me get you through\nI\'m falling down with you\nEverything is lost\nI help you through the darkness\nLet me lead you to a place\nThat\'s calm for you1 ",0 +4973,Cat_Power___Good_Woman,sad, "Good Woman \nI want to be a good woman\nAnd I want for you to be a good man \n \nThis is why I will be leaving\nAnd this is why I can\'t see you no more\nI will miss your heart so tender\nAnd I will love this love forever \n \nI don\'t want to be a bad woman\nAnd I can\'t stand to see you be a bad man\nI will miss your heart so tender\nAnd I will love this love forever\n \nAnd this is why I am leaving\nAnd this is why I can\'t see you no more\nThis is why I am lying when I say\nThat I don\'t love you no more \n \n\'Cause I want to be a good woman\nAnd I want for you to be a good man 4 ",1 +1256,Andrew_Bird___Cataracts,sad, "Cataracts \nWhen our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others\nAnd the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers\nMilk that sours is promptly spat\nLight will fill our eyes like cats \n \nAnd they shall enter from the back\nWith spears and scepters and squirming sacks\nScribs and tangles between their ears\nFaceless scrumbled charcoal smears, oh dear\n \nThrough the coppice and the chaparral\nThe thickets thick with mold\nThe bracken and the brier\nCatchweed into the fold \n \nWhen our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others\nAnd the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers\nMilk that sours is promptly spat\nLight will fill our eyes like cats\nThe light will fill our eyes like cats\nCataractsSee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48 ",1 +1492,Anorexia_Nervosa___Stabat_mater_dolorosa,anger, "Stabat Mater Dolorosa We are the Sun\nWe are the dead stars\nWe are the black sky\nInvading your room\nWe are the candle\nThe only light\nWe are the machines of the past\nForever victims and murderers of your joy \nWe are Death\nThe ancient knowledge\nThe source of origin\nThe red and white sacred hatred\nEnthroned, materialized\nThe wrath of heaven and hell united in one\nWorship us, be faithful\nBeautiful great and cursed\nVexilla regis prodeunt, fulget crucis mysterium\nVexilla regis prodeunt inferni \nWe are the...\nMother of suffering\nBringer of virtue\nPossess the Holy, drink the wine\nArise my son, follow me\nI\'ve felt the wounds of our race \nWe are the shadows of all your fathers\nThe ancestors of those who suffer\nCome, when my hand will die upon\nThy forehead, you\'ll breath in the flames \nStabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium\nStabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt \nBe without doubt as you\'ve been without weakness\nWe will open the five roses\nWe will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation \nMother of suffering\nHater of mercy, divine whore\nMother of fanatics\nBe sure we\'ll meet again\n Stabat Mater Dolorosa, fulget crucis mysterium\nStabat Mater Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt \nChatiee d\'etre nee putain\nNon, chatiee d\'etre nee trop tard\nUne seule nuit ne suffit plus\nA nous separer du paradis perdu \nMother of suffering\nHater of mercy, divine whore\nMother of fanatics\nHold me, we\'ll be united as one \nStabat Mater Dolorosa \nTo serve and to obey\nHere is your tragic destiny\nYour only choice is the name of your Lord and Everything\nYour illusion of madness and liberty\nSealed your eternal enslavement\nSlaves to your race \nWe are the Sun\nWe are the dead stars\nWe are the night sky\nWe are the New Obscurantis Order\nNew Obscurantis Order ",3 +5784,Conjure_One___Center_Of_The_Sun,calm, "Center Of The Sun I hear violins... \nYoung girl in the market\nGives it to the men\nWhen the men leave\nHer eyes are red\nWhen her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of a violin \nAnd she sings\n They say the most horrible things\nBut I hear violins\nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done \nYoung boy in the market\nFollows all the men\nWhen the men leave\nHe\'s out of his head\nWhen his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of a violin \nAnd he sings\n They break the most beautiful things\nBut I hear violins \nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done\nI look into your eyes\nAnd I am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done \nCenter of the sun...\n Young boy in the market\nSees the girl alone\nAnd asks her\n Have you lost your way home? \nShe sings\n You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins \nI look into your eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done \nWhen I close my eyes\nI am at the center of the sun\nAnd I cannot be hurt\nBy anything this wicked world has done \n\'Cause\nI hear violins\nI hear violins \nI hear violins\nI hear violins \nCenter of the sun...\nI hear\nViolins ",2 +5813,Copeland___Should_You_Return,sad, "Should You Return See the night is all I have to make me fear\nAnd all I want is just a love to make it hurt\n\'Cause all I need is something fine to make me lose\nNow it\'s a funny way I find myself with you \nBecause a song is all I have to make me feel\nAnd all it takes is just a love to make it hurt\nAnd every sound arranged in time could make me lose\nNow it\'s a funny way I find myself with you \nBut now there\'s nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there\'s nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you\'re unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line\nShould you return\nShould you return\nShould you return\nBecause the night is all I have to make me fear\nAnd all I want is just a dream to make it worthwhile\n\'Cause all I need is someone close to make me lose\nNow it\'s a funny way I find myself with you \nBut now there\'s nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there\'s nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you\'re unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line \nBut now there\'s nothing left to do to draw your eyes\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there\'s nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you\'re just sinking down\nI will be pulling on your line \nBut now there\'s nothing left to do but waste my time\nI never knew where to move on\nI never knew what to rely upon\nBut now there\'s nothing left to say to change your mind\nAnd if you\'re unhappy still\nI will be hanging on your line\nShould you return\nShould you return\nShould you return",1 +1584,Antimatter___Mr_White,sad, "Mr. White I\'m supposed to talk to you\nDon\'t even know where to start\nDon\'t want to stand with the setting sun\nTell me does it really show?\nI\'ll promise you anything\nPlace your hand over your heart\nDon\'t want to fool myself anymore\nThink nobody else will ever know\nMr. White up all night\nHiding in my room\nMr. White so uptight\nBlack shapes of doom\nCould never show you how I feel\nEven so I didn\'t care\nIt\'s only that inside\nI\'m so tired\nSo tired of being all alone\nNow the hours are breathing\nGone like tears in yesterdays rain\nI remember voices telling me\nSecrets of mind-changing reality\nMr. White up all night\nHiding in my room\nMr. White so uptight\nBlack shapes of doom\nMr. White up all night\nAlways likes to sing\nMr. White so uptight\nEven knows my name",1 +4796,Capn_Jazz___Oh_Messy_Life,happy, "Oh Messy Life \nFire is motion\nWork is repetition\nThis is my document\nWe are all, all we\'ve done\nWe are all, all we\'ve done\nWe are all, all we\'ve done\nWe are all, all defenses\nFire is motion, is motion growth? \n \nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs\nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs\n \nMy mama, my my mama said\nMy cousin Bucky\'s so boldly bald\nMy cousin Bucky never took his hat off\nHe always kept his hair back\nMy cousin Bucky kept his hair back\nHe kept that cap on\nEven when swimming\nYeah, I know there\'s a lesson\nIn there somewhere\nSomething nothing\nSpecial about boys\nWho smell like salami\nAnd boys who\'ve never apologized \n \nAnd you are colder than oldness\nCould ever be\nAnd you are bolder\nThan buzzing bugs 3 ",0 +8349,Enigma___Gravity_Of_Love,sad, "Gravity of Love O fortuna, velut luna\nO fortuna, velut luna\nTurn around, and smell what you don\'t see\nClose your eyes, it\'s so clear\nHere\'s the mirror, behind there is a screen\nOn both ways, you can get in\nDon\'t think twice before you listen to your heart\nFollow the trace, for a new start\nWhat you need, and everything you\'ll feel\nIs just a question of the deal\nIn the eye of storm you\'ll see a lonely dove\nThe experience of survival is the key\nTo the gravity of love\nO fortuna, velut luna\nThe path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom\nThe path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom\nTry to think about it\nThat\'s the chance to live your life and discover what it is\nWhat\'s the gravity of love\nO fortuna, velut luna\nLook around just people, can you hear their voice\nFind the one who\'ll guide you to the limits of your choice\nBut if you\'re in the eye of storm\nJust think of the lonely dove\nThe experience of survival is the key\nTo the gravity of love Oh \nO fortuna, velut luna\nO fortuna\nO fortuna\nO fortuna 3 ",1 +4930,Cascades___Rhythm_Of_The_Rain_LP_Version,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +7415,Donovan___LIVING_FOR_THE_LOVE_LIGHT,happy, "Living For The Love Light Leitch \nWhat am I doing ? Where am I going ?\nWhat am I living for ?\nLife would be an awful bore\nIf it wasn\'t for the one I adore\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nWhat can I tell you ? What do I know ?\nI don\'t know any answer\nAll I know is here I am\nAll I know is I am the man\nWho\'s living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die\nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nNight is upon me and I can\'t see no stars\nOut in the country and I can\'t hear no cars\nThe fire is dying as I must some day\nLiving for you only, baby, what can I say ?\nBaby, what can I say ? \nAll I know is here I am\nAll I know is I am the man\nWho\'s living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nLiving for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die \nI\'m living for the love light in your eye\nOtherwise I think I\'d die\n Living for the love light in your eye ... ",0 +7619,Dying_Fetus___Conceived_Into_Enslavement,anger, "Conceived into Enslavement Foreseen the future coming dismal, regret\nSelfish disposition, paybacks in order promptly\nPower, control the means of commerce, dictate\nRestrict those who try to flourish, unaided nihilist\nPredict, choose who suffers largely, downfall\nInvade, no private profits tolerable, contain dissent\nSharing the wealth with those who rule you, divine\nRestraint, the sermon lectured to you, frequent rhetoric \nTaxing only the rich, but they define, what rich is\nGuardianship a must, regardless of your net worth\nBailouts reign in all, manipulate, enduring crowd\nRelentless revolt crushed, just fall in line, must obey\nAll but killing the dream, that\'s in the past, nothing lasts\nBoundaries in line, unyielding law\nProsperity as a whole, oppressing individuals\nYou\'ll be part of tranquility, member of the collective \nMerely burdening our future generations\nWhy should we care?\nTaxing you to death, regulate your life, unrest\nEnsue \nMust show discipline, follow the rules in place\nThey only adhere to you, pay or you\'re condemned \nConstant pressure to relinquish more control\nBelieve in the promise that they can handle the power \nEstablishment knows better than you do\nThey just might fulfill the prophecy\nUsing influence to take care of you \nLimit personal freedoms, reimburse combined debt \nTrusting fools inflating dependence\nIncentive gone to attempt to strive for\nRelying on yourself\nGiving back what was not part of\nThis covenant that masses signed on\nWas not signed in bloodSee Dying Fetus LiveGet tickets as low as $59",3 +1956,Asia___Love_Under_Fire,happy, "Love Under Fire Love under fire\nWe stand in the flame\nNow and forever\nAfter the rain\nWhen is forever?\nYou can take it from me\nIt may be never\nC\'est la vie \nLove under fire\nAnd we stand in the flame\nNow and forever\nAfter the rain\nWhen is forever?\nYou can take it from me\nIt may be never\nJust wait and see\nYou can hide in the jungle\nYou can climb up a tree\nYou can scan the horizon\nTell me what you see?\nAs cold as a mountain\nWith a heart that can freeze\nThere\'s a storm on the water\nWith every heart that she seas \nLove under fire",0 +5053,Catherine_Wheel___Wish_You_Were_Here,sad, "Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell\nBlue skies from pain\nCan you tell a green feild from a cold steel rail?\nA smile from a veil\nDo you think you can tell? \nDid they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?\nHot ashes for trees?\nHot air for a cool breeze? Clod comfort for change?\nAnd did you exchange a walk oon part in the war\nFor a lead role in a cage?\nHow I wish, how I wish you were here\nWe\'re just two lost souls\nSwimming in a fish bowl, year after year\nRunning over the same old ground\nWhat have we found? The same old fears\nWish you were here \nI wish you were here x 4",1 +8681,Every_Avenue___One_More_Song_Ep,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +1024,Ambulance_Ltd___Orphelia,happy, "Ophelia There\'s still life in the park\nYou\'re coming down, I\'m going with you\nIt\'s easier in the soft\nLight of the shimmering shattered windows \nAnd babe, I\'d like you to meet someone\nWhen you meet her, please be serious\nShe thinks it doesn\'t matter\nIf you\'re familiar with her sisters and her disease \nI hate the one thing I need\nI just don\'t trust you now, baby\nAll over the leaves on the ground\nI walk around\nI\'m late for hundreds of things\nThe walls are thin but I can\'t reach through them\nI\'m chasing dragons down the streets\nMy eyes are feeble and filled with poison \nAnd babe, I just let the best thing\nThat could happen, happen to someone\nNow I\'m seething from the inside, plastered the outside\nReaching to your side, under the sheets \nI hate the one thing I need\nI just don\'t trust you now, baby\nAll over the streets on the town\nI walk around \nIn the night time\nAny old time \nOphelia\nOphelia\nLet your life be shallow Ophelia\nLet your mind be hollow Ophelia\nLet your life be shallow Ophelia\nLet your mind be hollow Ophelia",0 +4186,Brendan_Benson___What,happy, "What What are you trying to do to me, girl\nI close my eyes, I don\'t wanna see, girl\nI don\'t wanna hear about you and him, girl\nI don\'t want to know if it\'s love that you\'re in, girl \n\'Cause you can\'t possibly be serious about him, girl\nAnd he\'s got to be delirious if he thinks he can win \nWith a not-so-pretty face\nHe\'s come to take my place\nShe\'s easily amused\nAnd I know 'cause she fell for the same shit\nI once used\nThe things you say and the things you do, girl\nI\'ve added them up and they don\'t compute, girl\nI give you an inch and you take a mile, girl\nYou can\'t say no 'cause it ain\'t your style, girl girl, girl \nAnd it\'s obvious to me that he thinks he\'s gonna score\nBut it\'s not the case, you say you\'re only friends and nothing more \nBut it makes perfect sense\nAnd I speak from experience\nShe\'s easy to persuade\nShe\'s a piece of cake and he\nThinks he\'s got her made \nYou said goodbye to him a long\nLong time ago\nYou changed your mind, I guess\nBut you never let me know\nYou just keep me guessing, I\'m always guessing wrong\nAlways wrong \n\'Cause you can\'t possibly be serious about him, girl\nAnd he\'s got to be delirious if he thinks he can win \nWith a not-so-pretty face\nAnd a poorly thrown ceramic vase\nIt makes perfect sense\nAnd I speak from experience\nShe\'s easily confused\nI should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks\nI should know, 'cause she laughed at the same jokes\nI should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks\nI once used",0 +5040,Cathedral___Fangalacticus_Supergoria,sad, "Fangalactic Supergoria Jennings/Dorrian\nWith fangs of lust we hail the night\nFrom tombs arise in mortal fright\nFeeding from skies of morphia\nFangalactic supergoria \nSlaves of virtue rotting in the sun\nSouls for mutilation is sacrifical mass\nPleading for heavens on their bleeding knees\nWe dream of nothing but this black euphoria\nAs through skies icy veins we glide\nBlades of lightning cleave your mind\nExploding stars, trembling earth\nFangalactic supergoria \nSin - doctrination in the church of flies\nMenatal exinction kingdom of demise\nMonarchy of corpses state of suicide\nGrants you nothing but this black euphoria! \nEnergy forces from the grave\nSoul invaders of mystique\nAs cadaver we roam the planes\nAbandoning chains of flesh \nUncoil the serpent\nIn duality you are one\nBetween life and death\nFind the threshold you are born \nFall to black master\nAwake youself from life\nBack through centuries you die\nAhead of time \nSlaves of virtue rotting in the sun\nSouls for mutilation in sacrifical mass\nMonarchy of corpses, state of suicide\nGrant you nothing but this black euphoria\n Energy forces from the grave\nSoul invaders of mystique\nAs cadavers we roam the planes\nAbandoning chains of flesh... ",1 +7401,Donavon_Frankenreiter___So_Far_Away,happy, "So Far Away Remember those times on the telephone line\nTrying to break through to you\nIm on the other side of this world\nI wish I was there with you\nAll these days and all these nights\nThinking about you my friend\nI can\'t wait to get back home\nAnd do it all over again \nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away\nI\'m wishing you were, so far away\nRemember those times driving down the coast\nStopping at the spots we loved the most\nWatching the wind blowing through your hair\nAnd living out life like we just dont care\nAll these days and all these nights\nThinking about you my friend\nI can\'t wait to get back home\nAnd do it all over again \nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away\nYou know that your still, so far away\nI\'m on the telephone but your still, so far away\nI\'m over here but your still, so far away \nI\'ll let you know that\nEven though I can hear your voice\nDont you know that touch is my choice\nEven though I can hear your voice\nYour still, so far away \nRemember those times on the telephone line so far away\nTrying to break through to you\nRemember those times driving down the coast so far away\nTrying to break through to you\nSo far away",0 +5073,Celtic_Frost___Progeny,sad, "Progeny \nI am you \n \nStillborn into this state of being numb\nI am the temple and the sacrifice\nThe shrine, entombed within lies all I am\nAnd you, the womb from whence I came \n \nI am you\n \nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves \n \nI bring no God, no afterworld\nI am no more than a lie\nI live your life, not for you\nI am a throne made from dust\nI bring no God, no afterworld\nI am no more than a lie\nI live your life, not for you\nI am a throne made from dust \n \nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves\nIf I am you, no life is sacred in my hands\nIf I am you, no love will prosper in this world\nIf I am you, I am the faith to end all faith\nIf I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves ",1 +6971,Devendra_Banhart___This_Is_The_Way,calm, "This Is the Way This the soup that I believe in\nThis is the smoke I\'m always breathin\'\nThis is the way I share my breakfast\nThis is the way I serve my sentence \nI know I know\nI should lay low\nI should stand tall \nThis is the beard I\'m always growing\nI know they\'re here I see them floating\nHer empress beards they float so holy\nTheir beards are here they gently hold me\nWell who knows who knows\nYeah I may come home\nYeah I may return \nThis is the way I\'m always leaving\nThis is the soft voice of the evening\nThis is the way I hear my father\nThese are the flames that drown the water \nWell I knew I knew\nI could stand tall\nI could lay low \nThis is the sound that swims inside me\nThat circle sound is what surrounds me\nThis is the land that grows around me\nAnd these are the hands that come in handy \nWell we\'ve known we\'ve known\nWe\'ve had a choice\nWe chose rejoice",2 +1542,AntiFlag___Depleted_Uranium_Is_A_War_Crime,happy, "Depleted Uranium Is a War Crime [U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n Depleted Uranium is used on the ends of bullets\nAnd on the ends of shells because it is so hard {that}\nAlmost any armament is vulnerable to something that is tipped with Depleted Uranium. \nWoahhh! \nIn the cities and towns of Afghanistan\nIn the heart of the Balkans - the heart of Iraq\nNot your Grandfather\'s style of deadly munitions\nIt\'s silent and deadly long after the mission\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime \nGonna cut through their armor, then cut through your lungs\nIf you make it home alive you\'ll still die young\nA greedy gang of liars, yeah we\'ve seen it all before\nA moneymaking scheme led by war-profiteering whores \nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime \n[U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n They were throwing it away until they figured out they could use it for armament. \nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - You\'ll waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - You\'ll waste a... \nWe\'ve heard their lies before and we know they\'re lying again\nFeels like a déjà vu of Agent Orange and Vietnam\nWeaponry so sadistic it is hard to comprehend\nWar profits surge with every breath by Uncle Sam \nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\nDepleted uranium is a war crime\n [U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n We went to a hospital in Southern Iraq\nAnd a woman was there with a very deformed child and\nHer husband had been in the Iraqi Army and had been\nIn the battles in Southern Iraq and\nCame home and they produced a baby with very severe\nMalformations... Both the Leukemia rates in children and\nMalformations at birth had increased by 600%\nAnd it was clearly an epidemic where all this\nDU had been dumped... It becomes a dust that can be\nInhaled and infect the blood stream and the rest\nOf the body and it was the opinion of the\nDoctors there that this was caused by depleted uranium...\nThey simply saw this as being a direct result of the\nWar by United States. \nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away\nHalf Life - 4.5 Billion\nHalf Life - We waste away \n[U.S. Representative, Jim McDermott:]\n The doctor said\n\'Women {in Iraq} at the time of birth don\'t ask if\nIt\'s a boy or a girl, they ask: Is it normal?\'\n...The military denies first, and then after the evidence\nBuilds to the point where they can no longer deny\nThen they do the research. That\'s what happened in the\nVietnam era around Agent Orange and I suspect and\nI\'m worried that that\'s what will happen this time. 1 ",0 +7437,Dope_Stars_Inc___Theta_Titanium,happy, "Theta Titanium Bionic hordes all around\nApocalypse now\nLast generation fight again\nTo find a safe place\nThis earth is not a safe place\nThis earth is just a dead place\nThis earth can\'t be the same again\nThis earth is dying! \nTheta Titanium\nHey hey\nThe rendezvous is fixed now\nThis is the last jump\nLast exodus to find a place\nTo start to live again\nCountdown to start a new race\nCountdown to get a new faith\nCountdown and leave this dead place\nCountdown done! \nTheta Titanium\nHey hey \nI see my earth again yeah\nBut I can see just through\nThe windows of my ship\nI see my earth again yeah\nUnrecognizable, destroyed by human race \nTheta Titanium\nHey hey",0 +7519,Dreadzone___Little_Britain,happy, "Little Britain In this green and pleasant land\nWe have a dream to understand\nIn the mountains of the mind\nThere is a spirit you will find\nJust like the angel from above\nSent to deliver words of love\nAncient cross and Zion star\nEastern ways and praise to Jah \nThis is our land\nThis is your land\nThis is our inheritance\nTo lead you on a merry dance\nIn the beginning there was light\nShining path and journeys bright\nWhen the nations pray as one\nThen will the races all be won\nIn this green and pleasant land\nWe have a dream to understand\nOpen paradises gate\nDance on the land and celebrate \nSay no matter what your colour\nYour race or your culture\nThis is our inheritance\nTo lead you on a merry dance ",0 +2616,Bebel_Gilberto___O_Caminho,calm, "O Caminho Não quero mais seguir\nUm só caminho\nTanta mágua, tanta dôr\nDia após dia, sem parar \nPrá que chorar\nCom a mesma dôr, tanta dôr\nNão quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser \nSomente com a dôr\nEu te entendo melhor\nSabendo o bom da dôr\nEu vou te guardar com muito amor\nCapaz de um dia achar você\nSem nem mesmo esperar\nE vou dizer não quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser \nCapaz de um dia achar você\nSem nem mesmo esperar\nE vou dizer não quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser \nE vou dizer\nNão quero mais pensar\nNo que vai ser \nTranslation:\nI don\'t want to follow\nA single path\nSo much anguish, so much pain\nDay after day, non-stop \nWhy cry\nWith the same pain, so much pain\nI don\'t want to think\nAbout what will be \nOnly with the pain\nI understand you better\nKnowing the benefit of pain\nI will keep you with a lot of love\n Maybe one day I\'ll find you\nWithout even expecting\nAnd I\'ll say I don\'t want to think\nAbout what will be \nMaybe one day I\'ll find you\nWithout even expecting\nAnd I\'ll say I don\'t want to think\nAbout what will be \nAnd I will say\nI don\'t want to think\nAbout what will be ",2 +9089,Finn_Brothers___Disembodied_Voices,calm, "Disembodied Voices Talking with my brother\nWhen the lights went out\nDown the hallway\nForty years ago \nAnd what became much harder\nWas so easy then\nOpening up and letting go \nDisembodied voices\nFloating in the air\nThis place in the darkness\nCould be anywhere\nTalking to each other\nAs we wait for sleep\nThe angel in the detail\nSoon arrives \nSpreading her wings over\nEvery memory\nAnd keeping all our hopes alive \nDisembodied voices\nFloating in the air\nThis place in the darkness\nCould be anywhere \nWe all made our choices\nLet\'s work out what we\'re going to do\nDisembodied voices\nRevealing what we know is true \nAnd so much is here\nIf we all disappear \nWe could be anywhere\nWe could be anywhere\nWe could be anywhere\n We could be\nWe could be anywhere \nWe could be anywhere \nWe could\nWe could be anywhere ",2 +2847,Ben_Kweller___How_It_Should_Be___Sha_Sha,happy, "How It Should Be Sha Sha When I was a movie star\nAn asteroid had hit the Earth\nAnd prematurely ended my career\nI thought out loud, but no one heard me saying: \nNothing isn\'t nothing\nNothing\'s something that\'s important to me\nThat\'s right\nAnd everyone\'s a little nothing\nThat is how it should be\nThat\'s right. That\'s right\nSha sha. Sha doo \nWhen I was an astronaut\nI bought a fancy charm\nI thought you liked it but you called it cheap\nAnd at my feet, it fell, like: \nSo sue me\nIt\'s up to me if I decide to be what I think is right\nAnd don\'t bother me when I\'m watching 'Planet of the Apes\' on T.V \nThat\'s right. That\'s how it should be\nSha sha. Sha doo \nSo sue me\nIt\'s up to me if I decide to be what I think is right\nThe sound, it found, the ground, and it hid it for free \nThat\'s right. That\'s how it should be\nSha sha. Sha doo",0 +8254,Eminem___If_I_Had,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +5717,Coldplay___Violet_Hill,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +7573,Dual_Sessions___Cheek_to_Cheek,calm, "Cheek To Cheek Cheek To Cheek\nHeaven, I\'m in heaven\nAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak\nAnd I seem to find the happiness I seek\nWhen we\'re out together dancing cheek to cheek\nHeaven, I&'m in heaven\nAnd the cares that hung around me through the week\nSeem to vanish like a gambler\'s lucky streak\nWhen we\'re out together dancing swinging cheek to cheek\nOh I love to climb a mountain\nAnd reach the highest peak\nBut it doesn\'t thrill boot me half as much\nAs dancing cheek to cheek\nOh I love to go out fishing\nIn a river or a creek\nBut I don\'t enjoy it half as much\nAs dancing cheek to cheek\nCome on and Dance with me\nI want my arms about you\nThat Those charms about you\nWill carry me through...\nRight up To heaven, I\'m in heaven\nAnd my heart beats so that I can hardly speak\nAnd I seem to find the happiness I seek\nWhen we\'re out together dancing, out together dancingswinging\nOut together dancing cheek to cheek\nInstrumental version",2 +2099,Au_Revoir_Simone___We_Are_Here,sad, "We Are Here The way things should be\nBecame all that I could see\nBut I could\'ve never imagined that kiss\nLove is this \nAnd now what we know\nShows us what we\'ve always known \nI want to know you and hold you always\nWon\'t you stay\nThe longer I was left alone\nHelped me to find my sense of home\nAnd missing your familiar ways\nAt night, i memorized your face\nWe\'ve spent a long time waiting for\nThe chance to say\n We are here \n We are here \nI found it unexpectedly\nThe luck that you should notice me\nBut wanting makes it hard to find\nDifferences between wrong and right\nWe\'ve spent a long time waiting for\nThe chance to say\n We are here \n We are here \n We are here \n We are here \n We are here \n We are here ",1 +176,ALL_SHALL_PERISH___The_Last_Relapse,sad, "The Last Relapse I have seen what it means\nTo detest and to care\nAnd to outlive the dream of you and me\nThis has been a disease overtaking a new sense of being \nPain staring from your eyes\nHave we made a promise?\nStrained too far this lie\nThe trust has been broken\nAgain\nAnd this path will never lead\nPast the nightmare straight towards my grace\nNot another fucking forfeit, forget\nRising hate left to fear\nI won\'t be buried in here, no!\nBuried in here \nNow crawl in to the shadows\nYour power betrayed lied and wept\nA self-destructive ocean\nDisplaced this torment\nAnd it\'s dying for destruction\nIt will devour, it will devour our pain\nJust let it release this agony\nWe can\'t control it\nSome things were meant to be\nSome things were meant to be just\nTorturous pain",1 +6798,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Soul_Meets_Body,happy, "Soul Meets Body \nI want to live where soul meets body\nAnd let the sun wrap its arms around me, and\nBathe my skin in water cool and cleansing\nAnd feel, feel what it\'s like to be new \n \n\'Cause in my head, there\'s a Greyhound station\nWhere I send my thoughts to far-off destinations\nSo they may have a chance of finding a place where\nThey\'re far more suited than here\n \nBa-da ba-da-ba-ba\nBa-da ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba\nBa-da ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da-ba \n \nAnd I cannot guess what we\'ll discover\nWhen we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels\nBut I know our filthy hands can wash one another\'s\nAnd not one speck will remain \n \nAnd I do believe it\'s true\nThat there are roads left in both of our shoes\nBut if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too\nSo, Brown Eyes, I\'ll hold you near\n\'Cause you\'re the only song I want to hear\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere \n \nWhere soul meets body\nWhere soul meets body\nWhere soul meets body \n \nAnd I do believe it\'s true\nThat there are roads left in both of our shoes\nBut if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too\nSo, Brown Eyes, I\'ll hold you near\n\'Cause you\'re the only song I want to hear\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nSee Death Cab for Cutie LiveGet tickets as low as $46 \nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere\nA melody softly soaring through my atmosphere18 ",0 +7493,Dr_Feelgood___Route_66,happy, "Route 66 If you ever plan to motor west\nTravel my way, the highway that\'s the best\nGet your kicks on Route 66 \nIt winds from Chicago to L.A\nMore than 2,000 miles all the way\nGet your kicks on Route 66 \nNow you go through St. Louis, Joplin, Missouri\nAnd Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty\nYou\'ll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico\nFlagstaff, Arizona, don\'t forget Winona\nWinslow, Barstow, San Bernardino\nWon\'t you get hip to this timely tip\nWhen you make that California trip\nGet your kicks on Route 66",0 +7445,Doris_Troy___Just_One_Look,happy, "Just One Look \nJust one look, and I fell so ha-a-ard\nIn love, with you\nI found out, how good it fe-ee-eels\nTo have, your love \nSay you will, will be mi-i-ine\nForever, and always\nJust one look and I knew-ew-ew\nThat you, were my only one\n \nI thought I was dreaming\nBut I was wrong, yeah yeah yeah\nBut I\'m gonna keep on scheming\nUntil I make you, make you my own \n \nSo you see, I really ca-a-are\nWithout you, I\'m nothing\nJust one look, and I know-ow-ow\nI\'ll get you someday \n \nJust one look, that\'s all it took\nJust one look that\'s all it took",0 +7863,Ektomorf___Show_your_fist,anger, "Show Your Fist \nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born... \n \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nRaise your voice\nAnd show your fists\nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nStand up for your right\nGo, fight for your life \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nFeel the power\nGet stronger \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nRaise your voice\nAnd show your fists \n \nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists \n \nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born, you\'re born\nYou\'re born...\n \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nFreedom fighter\nWith primal instinct \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nWithout brains\nWithout fear \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nNo matter what they do\nNo matter what they say \nYou\'re born like this\nYou live like this\nNo one can stand anymore\nIn your way \n \nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\n[Interlude: Romani Singing] \n \nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists\nShow your fists ",3 +5247,Chicane___Offshore_original_mix,calm, "Offshore original mix I, feel in my mind\nI\'ve got to let go\nI\'ve got to unwind\nI, need a good time\nI need to find love\nI\'ve got to get high\nYou\'ve got the passion\nTo feel inside\nA little love, a little life\nNow you decide\nThere ain\'t no reasons\nThat we can\'t share\nA little love, a little life\nCan take us there\nYou\'ve got the instincts\nAnd now you know\nA little love, a little life\nWill let it show\nJust take a hold\nOf what you feel\nA little love, a little life\nWill make it real\nI, feel in my heart\nI want to let go\nAnd make a new start\nI, have got to break free\nI\'ve got to unwind\nI\'ve got to believe",2 +7213,Dinosaur_Jr___Not_The_Same,sad, "Not the Same \nOn this day where you\'re so messed it\'s clear\nCannot explain the world you roam\nAnyone who has been\nAs I walk with you, it chills me so\nTo hear you say it has come to this\nAnd that it is okay \n \nIn a dream, I always talk to you\nYou seem fine again, my sweet\nFeels alright to me\nIs it right for you?\nFlipping out I try to call to you\nDo you call to me?\nTell me what to do\nAnd I know it is not the same, there is no blame - still I bother you\nAnd you say it is not your deal, it is mine to feel - follow along with you \n \nCome alive I know you will sing to me\nI would not sing to you\nIt is not a thing I do\nHas it been a different feel for you?\nThe whole time this was going on\nOr is it something new?\nAnd I know it is not the same, there is no blame - still I am bothering you\nAnd you say It is not your deal, it is mine to feel - you would not pull me through\nAnyway, you are not the same, it is the blame - follow along with you \n \nIt is a lingering that comes through me\nDoes it come to you?\nAre we really through?\nAny guy would do this thing for me\nIt is not much to ask\nWhy cannot you?\nI am not going to say I have had my way\nYou sure saw to that\nBut what else can I do?\nYou promised so much that I would never touch\nI believed in you\nFor the last time",1 +6495,Darude___The_Flow,happy, "The Flow Rock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow \nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so \nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\nRock your body\nFeel the flow\nMind machine is flashing\nThe green light to go\nBeat box drummer\nAnd a microphone\nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow, so\n Green light to go\nGreen light to go\nGreen light to go \nThat\'s all we need to\nMake the show flow ",0 +4793,Cannibal_Corpse___Perverse_Suffering,anger, "Perverse Suffering Lusting for eternal pain\nBegging to be tortured\nAgony brings relief, I am insane \nIndulging in self-mutilation\nTo satisfy my need again\nThe pain severe from severed veins\nCuring me of deprivation\nPain I crave\nEuphoric state of butchery\nRevelling in gore and blood\nPain I save\nIgniting visions of the past\nDismembered bodies never found\nPain I gave\nDeranged by my deviance\nSavage goal to maim and kill\nObsessed with my cruelty\nVicious ways for me to die\nSado-masochistic rage\nHorrific daze: reality\nPleasure from sadistic intent\nDriven by my lust for pain \nPunishment my way of life\nSuffering intensifies\nSacrifice\nBrutal frenzy, no control\nPerverse actions gratify\nWretched abnormality\nCondoning inhumanity\nSuicide\nCarnivorous abusiveness\nBoiling sawn-off testicles \nAfflicted fate stricken to malignancy\nLechery dominates my misery \nTortured eternally, torment inside of me\nDisturbing impulses, living in agony\nRancid degenerate craving impalement\nDemented destiny, not fearing agony\nSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 Excruciating hunger that I need to feed\nSoon to be slaughtered, dead, maliciously \nTortured eternally, torment inside of me\nDisturbing impulses, living in agony\nRancid degenerate craving impalement\nDemented destiny, not fearing agony \nDeranged by my deviance\nSavage goal to maim and kill\nObsessed with my cruelty\nVicious ways for me to die\nSado-masochistic rage\nHorrific daze: reality\nPleasure from sadistic intent\nDriven by my lust for pain ",3 +2476,Barry_White___Let_The_Music_Play,happy, "Let the Music Play \nI\'m out here walkin\' and talkin\' to myself for about 4 hours now...\nHeh, love is really a hurting thing\nHey man, what\'s happenin\'?\nHey brother, what\'s going on? Alright\nHe\'s got his woman with him\nHow\'s he doing? Is he okay?\nBut mine\'s at home\nWhat time is it...? Damn, almost 12:45\nI think Im\'ma walk up here and see what\'s going on, in this discotheque\nThere\'s always something going on in there\nWhat becomes of a broken hearted...\nAlbeit... mm, this looks like the place\nEverybody\'s going in, lemme step on up here, heh\nOne ticket please\nLord have mercy, everybody\'s here\nHey, what\'s going on, man?\nYeah, she\'s at home\nYeah, she\'s at home... yeah, she\'s at home \n \nLet the music play\nI just wanna dance the night away\nYeah right here, right here, where I\'m gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nMovin\', kickin\', groovin\'\nKeep the music strong\nOn and on and on, and on and on and on\nAnd on and on and on and on, and on and on and on... \n \nI\'m out here dancing, and still - huh!\nI can\'t erase the things I feel\nThe tender love we used to share\nSeems it like it\'s no longer there\nI, I\'ve got to hide what\'s killing me inside\n \nLet the music play\nI just want to dance the night away\nYeah right here, right here is where I\'m gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nOh, movin\', kickin\', groovin\'\nKeep the music strong\nOh, let it play on, play it on\nLet it play on, play it on\nAnd on, play it on, play it on\nAnd on and on and on... \n \nI think I\'m gonna be alright - ha ha ha\nIf I can make it through the night, oh Lord\nI\'ll just pretend she\'s here with me\nI\'ll close my eyes, her face I\'ll see\nWon\'t somebody help me?\nI know it\'s make believe, but it\'s the only hope for me \n \nLet the music play\nOh, I just wanna dance the night away\nHere, right here, right here is where I\'m gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nOh, movin\', kickin\', groovin\'\nKeep the music strong\nOh, let it play...\n \nBaby, you want to see me laugh\nAnd then you know, that it\'s only you that I love\nI\'m not out here looking for a one-night affair\nIt is just that I\'m– that I\'m so hurt inside\nThat all I wanna do is just dance, dance, dance... \n \nLet the music play\nI just wanna dance the night away\nOh, here, right here is where I\'m gonna stay\nAll night long\nOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh-wee!\nLet the music play on\nJust until I feel this misery is gone\nMovin\', kickin\', groovin\'\nKeep the music strong\nLet it play on, let it play on\nLet it play on, please let it play on\nLet it play on...2 ",0 +1685,Aqua___Halloween,happy, "Halloween \nHello? - Remember me? - Who\'s there? - I got your number!\nOh no no! - I\'m back to haunt you! - No stay away! \n \nIt\'s Friday night so creepy outside\nIt\'s thundering and lightning\nThere\'s nobody home cuz I\'m all alone\nIt\'s scary and it\'s frightening\nThe sound of shoes\nA shadow that moves\nSomething odd is tick-tock-ticking\nSomeone\'s in here I\'m so full of fear\nThe telephone is ringing!\n \nNow I can see you - Oh no please no\nNow I can touch you - Oh god please don\'t\nI\'m right here now - Oh please tell me where\nHahahahahaha - I\'m in a nightmare\nYou better run I\'m back to hunt you down \n \nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI\'m coming, I\'m coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running, Keep running\nJust keep running, oh keep on running girl, just keep running \n \nHell broke out this Friday night, zombies passing deadly\nMy candyman from bounty land is coming here to get me! \n \nNow I can see you - Oh no please no\nNow I can touch you - Oh god please don\'t\nI\'m right here now - Oh please tell me where\nHahahahahaha - I\'m in a nightmare\nYou better run I\'m back to hunt you down \n \nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI\'m coming I\'m coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running Keep running\nJust keep running, keep on running girl, just keep running\n \nSqueaking and Creaking I move silent in the night hahaha\nCould be the boy next door you\'ll never guess my disguise\nChains and children fight\nPumpkin and candlelight\nYou might be the chosen one at junior high tonight! \n \nHalloween in the dead of the night hear me scream\nI\'m coming I\'m coming\nHalloween is the fear that I fight in my dreams\nKeep running Keep running\nHalloweeennnn\nJust keep running, oh keep on running girl, just keep running ",0 +22,10_Years___The_Autumn_Effect,sad, "The Autumn Effect Casting a cool breeze\nSupplied by the Autumn\nQuestion where it went wrong\nClimbing Jacob\'s ladder\nClimbing Jacob\'s ladder\nKindly could you re-evaluate\nAutumn\'s animated growth \nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nKeep on fighting one died from burning at his throat\nAutumn swiftly stole the breath of body, mind and soul\nTry and come to willingly embrace\nKharma\'s kiss of withering decay\nDeath feeds, Hell breeds\nSubside in the Autumn \nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nAutumn indicates the death of beauty as we know\nKeep on fighting one died from burning at his throat\nAutumn swiftly stole the breath of body, mind and- \nSilent beauty\nNo one cares\nSilent ending\nNo one is there 1 ",1 +614,Alabama_3___Peace_In_The_Valley,sad, "Peace In The Valley For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we\'re in\nTo know it\'s insanity, really know it\nWhatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately\nThe thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are\nWhatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane\nYour ace in your hole\nThe psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you\nWhatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror\nWhatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is\nWhatever that is\nIt\'s a lie\nIt\'s a lie. \nShe spends too much time with herself every night\nJust fooling around with her fears\nIn the morning she mourns the decline of her mind\nDrowning in a bottle of beer\nIt\'s too dangerous just to think about what she might have been\nIf she\'d sung for salvation, if she\'d danced on her dreams \nBut there\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight she\'s gonna blow it all away\nLord, she feels so twisted, She ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nShe\'s just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day \nAn\' he don\'t know if he\'s a communist, a hedonist or a whore\nSpent too much time ridin\' on a white line to find the door\nAn\' if he did and he opened it, he\'d find those letters in the hall\nBut he\'s too blind to read between the lines\nCause the writing\'s on the wall \nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight he\'s gonna blow it all away\nLord, he feels so twisted, he ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nHe\'s just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day \nLet that light shine awhile \nGrand old oprie lights are on, Hank Williams on the juke box, we all comin\' home tonight\n I\'ll tell you dear... \nI got Ecstasy, but I need some company\nYou got that mystery; Lord I need a plan\nAll I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis\nLord, as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands \nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight we\'re gonna blow it all away\nLord we feel so twisted, we ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nWe\'re just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day \nOne more time for the people \nThere\'s gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow\nCause tonight, we\'re gonna blow it all away\nYou know we feel so fuckin\' twisted, we ain\'t ever gonna fix it\nWe\'re just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. x3 \nNow\'s the time for you to get right and repent ",1 +4156,Bread___Make_It_With_You_LP_Version,happy, "What’s Love Got to Do With It Album Version Dirty \n* Intro Ooh, yeah, yeah\nWhat\'s love got to do\nWarren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm \n* Verse 1\nWhen G-dog, the hog, come up in the place\nIt\'s dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face\nYou wanna live fat, off of my sack\nYou got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act\nCause back before '92 and '93\nYou didn\'t give a damn about Warren G\nBut now that I\'m slingin\' platinum LP\'s\nAll of a sudden, you on my N.U.T\'s\nAin\'t nothin\' you can do to make it stop\nCause money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop\nI ain\'t in love though, I don\'t need the pressure\nI just wanna dig it like I\'m diggin\' for treasure\nSome of y\'all had a good thing that you couldn\'t keep\nThought you was TLC, you had to creep\nYou say you had love, I said you bullshiting\nIt\'s all about the dough, so what\'s love got to do with it?\n* Chorus What\'s love got to do, got to do with it that\'s right?\nWhat\'s love if you don\'t respect the game uh-huh?\nWhat\'s love got to do, got to do with it?\nIf you lack in this game, it\'s a shame, you won\'t make it \n* Verse 2\nNow, I\'m the type of brother that\'s down for mines\nBefore I made beats, I was down the grind\nBack then, every single homey had my back\nNow they\'re peepin\' my stack and they\'re talkin\' bout jack\nBut I\'m the same brother day in and day out\nAnd I\'m-a stay that way until the day I lay out\nIn a casket, it\'s drastic, cause homies is plastic\nBreak 'em off some bread, they want the whole damn basket\nIf you\'s a true homey, you would wish me well\nNot plot to make a brother bail, jealous as hell\nWe used to get the same riches\nNow your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin\' on my riches\nWhich is, not a suprise, my eyes peep game\n211's, 187's it\'s all the same\nIt\'s all a shame, homies\'d jack you for your grip\nAin\'t no love involved, because it\'s all about the chips \n* Repeat chorus \n* Verse 3\nNow for these labels tellin\' fables\nMakin\' the fucked-up deals under the tables\nYou think that you smart, but, fool, I\'m the smartest\nYou can\'t make no money if you can\'t keep an artist\nSign the dotted line, put 'em on the shelf\nBreak 'em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself\nI know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho\nFly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough\nSince it\'s all business, I\'m-a handle mine\nKeep track of my stack down to the very last dime\nCause in this rap game, it\'s all about the buck\nYou bend over for the label and you will get fucked\nLike how we run up in them trick, and then you\'re through\nThe record label do the same shit to you\n90% business, 10% show\nAin\'t no love in this game, cause it\'s all about the dough\n * Repeat chorus2 ",0 +1812,Arctic_Monkeys___The_Bad_Thing,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsThe Bad Thing \nDo the bad thing\nTake off your wedding ring\nBut it won\'t make it that much easier\nIt might make it worse \n \nOh, the night\'s like a whirlwind\nSomebody\'s girlfriend\'s talking to me, but it\'s alright\nShe\'s saying that he\'s not gonna slap me or try to attack me\nHe\'s not the jealous type\nAnd I only need to get half an excuse and I\'m away\nBut when there\'s no excuses, that\'s much easier to say\nI\'ve been before\nAnd all these capers make us too good for her to ignore\nSee, she\'s talking but I\'m not entirely sure\n \nDo the bad thing\nTake off your wedding ring\nBut it won\'t make it that much easier\nIt might make it worse \n \nOh, a sudden disheartener\nSomebody\'s partner\'s talking to me\nBut I don\'t know that is what she isn\'t\nShe murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true\nAnd I knew, how could she not? She could have anyone she wants\nAnd I\'m struggling to think of an immediate response\nLike, I don\'t mind, it\'d be a big mistake for you to wait\nAnd let me waste your time\nReally, love, it\'s fine \nI said, Really, love, it\'s fine \n \n \nAnd then the first time it occurred that there was something to destroy\nI knew before the invitation that there was this ploy\nOh, but she carried on suggesting, a struggle to refuse\nShe said, It\'s the red wine this time, but that is no excuseSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 10 ",0 +2387,Bad_Manners___Lip_Up_Fatty,happy, "Lip Up Fatty Lip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae \nListen to the music, shuffle up your feet\nListen to the music of the fatty beat \nMoving with the rhythm, sweating with the heat\nMoving with the rhythm of the fatty beat \nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nTrumpeet\nListen to the music, shuffle up your feet\nListen to the music of the fatty beat \nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nTrumpeet \nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nDon\'t call me fat man\nLip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae\nFat man don\'t like you",0 +5872,Counting_Crows___Rain_King,happy, "Rain King \nWhen I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird\nI think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers\nAnd all other instruments of faith and sex and God\nIn the belly of a black-winged bird \n \nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more\n \nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been crying and I\'ve been thinking\nAnd I am the rain king \n \nAnd I said, Mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone \n\'Cause I can\'t go outside, I\'m scared I might not make it home\nWell I\'m alive, I\'m alive, but I\'m sinking in\nIf there\'s anyone at home at your place, darling\nWhy don\'t you invite me in? \n \nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more \n \nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been lying and I\'ve been sinking\nAnd I am the rain king \n \nHey, I only want the same as anyone\nHenderson is waiting for the sun\nOh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends\nAfter all the dreaming, I come home again\nSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79 \nWhen I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird\nI think of dying, lay me down in a field of flame and heather\nRender up my body into the burning heart of God\nIn the belly of a black-winged bird \n \nDon\'t try to feed me\n\'Cause I\'ve been here before\nAnd I deserve a little more \n \nAnd I belong in the service of the queen\nAnd I belong anywhere but in between\nShe\'s been dying and I\'ve been drinking\nAnd I am the rain king \n \nWell I said that I am the rain king \nWell I said, I, I, I, I, I, well I am the rain king , yeah5 ",0 +5024,Cat_Stevens___Oh_Very_Young,happy, "Oh Very Young Oh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nYou\'re only dancing on this earth for a short while\nAnd though your dreams may toss and turn you now\nThey will vanish away like your daddy\'s best jeans\nDenim blue fading up to the sky \nAnd though you want them to last forever\nYou know they never will\nYou know they never will\nAnd the patches make the goodbye harder still\nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nThere\'ll never be a better chance to change your mind\nAnd if you want this world to see a better day\nWill you carry the words of love with you?\nWill you ride the great white bird into heaven? \nAnd though you want to last forever\nYou know you never will\nYou know you never will\nAnd the goodbye makes the journey harder still \nWill you carry the words of love with you?\nGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye \nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?\nYou\'re only dancing on this earth for a short while\nOh very young\nWhat will you leave us this time?",0 +1495,Another_Sunny_Day___Rio,sad, "Rio Not so long ago\nI tried to make you love me\nI told you that I loved you\nThen asked you if you loved me\nAnd although you said no\nThere\'s still something inside me\nThat trembles when I hear your name\nYou\'re still the only girl for me\nAnd now\nYou still don\'t want to know\nIf you still don\'t want to know\nWhere does this leave me?\nAnd now\nHe wants you to love him\nIf you say that you love him\nWhere does this leave me?\nWhere does this leave me?\nI know I should forget\nBut I just can\'t forget you\nI know it\'s all so pointless\nBut honestly I love you\nPerhaps I should admit\nThat he\'d be better for you\nBut I could never say that\nBecause it\'s simply not true\nAnd now\nYou still don\'t want to know\nIf you still don\'t want to know\nWhere does this leave me?\nAnd now\nHe wants you to love him\nIf you say that you love him\nWhere does this leave me?\nWhere does this leave me?",1 +5837,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___I_Would_Like_To_Call_It_Beauty,calm, "I Would Like to Call It Beauty So young for death\nWe walk in shoes too big\nBut you play it like a poet\nLike you always did\nAnd I lay face upturned on the palm of God\nPushed on by the fingertips of dreams\nThey haunted me\nConsoling me \nAnd I would like to call, call it beauty\nStrained as love\'s become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, ....\nYou slept a sigh like the angels speak\nAnd we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet\nAnd I had thought that I would die here\nBut you pushed me on\nYou pushed me on\nYou pushed me on \nOh And I would like to call it beauty\nStrained as love\'s become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, .... \nYou can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest\nOr you can lay mouth open on the water\'s edge\nBut all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you \nOh I would like to call, call it beauty\nStrained as love\'s become, it still amazes me\nAnd I would like to call it beauty, .... 1 ",2 +982,Alvin_Stardust___My_Coo_Ca_Choo,happy, "My Coo Ca Choo Coo coo I just want you\nReally love the things that you do\nCome on and love-a-me too\nOh won\'t you be my coo-ca-choo\nSweetness I like ya dress\nI love the way you know you\'re the best\nI\'m in love and I\'m in a mess\nI really want you coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nTom cat you know where it\'s at\nCome on lets go to my flat\nLay down and groove on the mat\nWell you can be my coo-ca-choo\nChains, chains\nI\'m all in chains\nReal love will drive me insane\nCome on lets do it again\nI really want my coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI really do\nNight times a lonely time\nWhen you\'ve gone\nI\'m startin to cry\nBut you know that\nYour on my mind\nOh honey be my coo-ca-choo\nDo, do you love me too\nWill I smile or willbe blue\nI\'m a man I hunger for you\nOh honey be my coo-ca-choo\nSo honey be my coo-ca-choo\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want my coo-ca\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want my coo-ca\nI need ya yes\nI need ya yes I\nI love my coo-ca\nI love ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI want ya yes\nI want ya yes I\nI want ya yes\nI love ya yes I\nI want ya yes",0 +1979,Associates___A_Matter_Of_Gender,sad, "A Matter Of Gender I will admit it\nThat you\'re something special\nI\'m now convinced\nMarguaritte \nThe flame may be hot\nBut you can\'t resist it\nTo know is to touch\nMarguaritte\nMama mama, Marguaritte\nMarguaritte, Marguaritte\nI don\'t know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte \nDon\'t let slip my name\nWhile you\'re making love\nSay you were dreaming\nMarguaritte \nThou shalt not commit\nThe seventh commandment\nMost precious of all\nMarguaritte\nMama mama, Marguaritte\nMarguaritte, Marguaritte \nI don\'t know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte\n I don\'t know whether\nTo over or under estimate you\nWhether to over or under estimate you\nFor when I come over\nYou then put me under\nPersonal taste is a matter of gender\nMarguaritte ",1 +927,Allison_Moorer___Let_Go,sad, "Let Go Sometimes in the mornings\nI wake up devastated that you\'re gone\nIt drives me kinda crazy\nAnd I tell myself it\'s been a little long\nTo still be expecting you\nTo call me up on the phone\nI don\'t like holding on\nBut I can\'t let go \nSometimes a photograph of you\nWill take my breath away\nI don\'t think that time\'s a healer\nNo matter what folks say\nHow can years fly by so fast\nAnd breaks in a heart mend so slow\nI don\'t like holding on\nBut I can\'t let go\nSometimes I\'m in a room full of people\nWhen old lonely sits by me\nAnd it makes me sad to realize\nThat unlike you he won\'t ever leave\nI wish I had some kind of pill\nTo take this feeling from my bones \nI don\'t like holding on but I can\'t let go",1 +8058,Elliott_Smith___No_Name1,calm, "No Name #1 \nAt a party he was waiting\nLooking kind of spooky and withdrawn\nLike he could be underwater\nThe mighty mother with her hundred arms\nSwept all aside\nI hate to walk behind\nOther people\'s ambitions\nI saw you waiting \n \nSaint-like, with your warning\n \nLeave alone\nYou don\'t belong here \n \nGot nervous, started whistling\nEvery thought a ricochet\nDid you notice? Well, I wondered\nWhat\'s the worst thing I could say?\nFroze up inside\n You remind me of\nSomeone\'s daughter, I forgot her\nI forgot her name, ashamed \n \nGo home and live with your pain \n \nLeave alone\nLeave alone\nBecause you know you don\'t belong\nYou don\'t belong here \n \nWhen I go, don\'t you follow\n \nLeave alone\nLeave alone\nBecause you know you don\'t belong\nYou don\'t belong here \n \nSlip out quiet\nNobody\'s looking\nLeave alone\nYou don\'t belong here1 ",2 +5386,Christie___Iron_Horse,happy, "Iron Horse Through the plains and valleys\nAcross the great divide\nWhite man brought his thunder\nFrom the other side \nBurning smoke and wing of steel\nBreathing fire from flaming wheels\nReaching out for a new frontier\nMaking sure the way was clear \nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin\' on\nOver sand and water\nAcross the canyon too\nThrough the crimson sunset\nIts mighty whistle blew \nBurning smoke and wing of steel\nBreathing fire from flaming wheels\nReaching out for a new frontier\nMaking sure the way was clear \nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin\' on \nIron horse, iron horse\nKeep on burning on its course\nIron horse, iron horse\nBurning on and on\nKeep on burnin\' on \nKeep on burnin\' on\nKeep on burnin\' on 1 ",0 +2318,Babyshambles___The_32nd_Of_December,sad, "The 32nd of December Speak\nDon\'t talk about it\nStill\nDon\'t want to know all about it\nArguing with you\'s no good\nWell you\'ll be nobody\'s fool but your own\nSpeak\nDon\'t talk about it\nDon\'t talk about the 32nd of December\nThat\'s a night I\'m trying so hard to forget\nAll you do is you come round and then, well I remember\nRemember what I try, that I, what I\nSpeak\nDon\'t talk about it\nStill\nDon\'t want to know all about it \nAnybody want tea?\nDid anybody thank you?\nOh fuck me but don\'t speak\nAnd don\'t talk about it \nDon\'t you talk about the 32nd of December\nThat\'s a night I\'m trying so hard to forget\nAll you do is you phone, then I, I remember\nRemember what I try\nThat I, what I \nSpeak\nDon\'t want to talk about it\nWell it was you, not I\nWho was, such a stickler for manners\nSo don\'t you say goodbye\nAh no to your good old friend\nAh goodbye, goodbye, goodbye\nGoodbye \n \n Speak\nDon\'t talk about it\nStill\nDon\'t want to know about it \nIf they ask me nicely then I\'ll go\nBut they never do\nSo I never do ",1 +2374,Bad_Cash_Quartet___Midnight_Prayer,happy, "Midnight Prayer There\'s a prayer covering the silence in my room\nNo I don\'t want to wake up as myself\nAnd I went from Gothenburg to Stockholm\nJust too see if heavens guarantee included me\nAnd I\'m still standing on the subway train\nWhile your in spain \nIt\'s a midnight prayer for my days to come\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer for my days to come\nGot a napalm heart forever\nThere\'s prayer covering the silence in my room\nNo I don\'t want to wake up as myself\n But my boyfriend he\'s an artist he is week. \nYeah you deserve each other, go to hell\nAnd I\'m still standing on the subway train\nThere is a landslide coming through the morning mist\nCause I still love you \nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever \nBeen to church with all my longing.\nCause I\'m still standing on the subway train\nBeen to church with my longing.\nYeah I\'m still standing on the subway train \nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause Ilove you so\nGot a napalm heart forever\nIt\'s a midnight prayer cause I love you so\nGot a napalm heart forever. ",0 +7062,Diamond_Rio___We_All_Fall_Down,happy, "We All Fall Down She\'s Says. . \nYou know the monkey bar rules\nAs she kisses away his playground bruise\nYou don\'t have to skip a bar each time\nTo make it to the other side\nShe picked him up out of the sand\nAnd tied the shoelace that read superman \nchorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down\nShe says. . \nI know what you\'re going through\nShe talks through the door of her daughter\'s room\nYour heart feels like it broken in two\nWell Baby I\'m here for you\nThe door opened and she stepped inside\nShe put her arms around her and said\n It\'s okay to cry \nchorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down \nHe\'s 45 and his job is gone\nHe\'s at his desk then heads on home\nHe sees his kids out playing in the yard\nIt\'s been a while since he\'s been hit so hard\nHe\'s as scared as a man can be\nHe tells his wife and she says\n Honey look at me \nSee Diamond Rio LiveGet tickets as low as $47 chorus\nWe all fall down\nIt\'s the getting back up that really counts\nWe live and we learn\nTo help someone up when it\'s their turn\nAnd life there\'s only one garuntee\nYou\'re feet won\'t always be on the ground\nCause we all fall down \nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down\nWe all fall down ",0 +8197,Emery___After_The_Devil_Beats_His_Wife,sad, "After The Devil Beats His Wife \nYou wanna swim in the river\nI wanna dance in the summer\nYou\'ve always been the believer\nI\'m always left to wonder\nThe water is rushing so fast\nI think it will take us under \n \nOh, what thought did you recall\nThat would make you say my name?\nThe water\'s so deep\nA friend says Don\'t go \nBut my mouth betrays me\nAnd says Hold on \nAnd now I know\n \nThis is the pain of believing\nThe danger is real\nAnd there\'s no easy way out\nHow did I get here?\nYou trust too much in my bravery\nIt\'s my safety you\'re taking \n \nWe\'re gonna drown in the river\nI cannot swim any farther\nMy blood is pumping so fast\nMy heart and limbs underwater \n \nAnd I reach and find your hand in mine\nAnd they say you will be saved, but no\nI pull and I pull and I pull\nBut your foot, it\'s anchored deep\nYour face tells me you won\'t be free\nAnd now I know \n \nThis is the pain of believing\nThe danger is real\nAnd there\'s no easy way out\nHow did I get here?\nYou trust too much in my bravery\nIt\'s my safety you\'re taking, oh\n \nI decided long ago\nNever let your loved ones know\nWho you really are, who you really are\nPeople want the truth but never want the scars\nAnd now I\'m here\nMy best friend died\nAnd I\'m the one who\'s still alive\nAnd you say it\'s gonna be okay\nOver and over and over and over and over and over again \n \nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!\nRiver wash me clean!1 ",1 +7017,Devo___Gut_Feeling,anger, "Gut Feeling Something about the way you taste\nMakes me want to clear my throat\nThere\'s a method to your movements\nThat really gets my goat\nI looked for silver linings\nBut you\'re rotten to the core\nI\'ve had just about all I can take\nYou know I can\'t take it no more \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling\nCentered 'round long time ago\nOn your ability to torment\nThen you took your tongs of love\nAnd stripped away my garment\nI looked for silver linings\nBut you\'re rotten to the core\nI\'ve had just about all I can take\nYou know I can\'t take it no more \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut feeling, feeling \nI\'ve got a gut feeling\nI\'ve got a gut... woooo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo... OHHH\n Slap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it up and down now \nSlap your mammy down\nSlap your pappy down again, oh move it all around now ",3 +6559,Dave_Gahan___21_Days,anger, "21 Days \nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah!\nOhhh, yeah! \n \nWhen are you going\nTo tell us it\'s over\nHow long will you keep us\nHanging on your hook\nYou have us all\nBy the short and curlys\nReading us all like a book\n \nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up \nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up \n \nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah! \n \nIt\'s been 21 days\nAnd the tower keeps rising\n21 days\nThat\'s all it took\nThe sun is disappearing\nOn the horizon\nYou really should\nTake a look\n \nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up \nBuilding a tower of fear by the river\nBuilding it up\nBuild it up \n \nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah!\nOooh, yeah! \n \nOoooooohhooouuoooh...4 ",3 +1260,Andrew_Bird___The_Water_Jet_Cilice,happy, "The Water Jet Cilice I knew this one girl\nDrowned in her own curls\nCandy colored swirls\nThat never seemed to end \nI could not comprehend\nHalf what she said to me\nSo casually\nAll our tender ears would bend \nTales of ritual self-torture\nShe\'s making you abort your\nMost carefully laid plans\nTo make a final stand\nThe rest threw up their hands\nScoreless victory for serendipity\nTales of ritual sef-torture\nShe\'s making you abort your\nMost carefully laid plans\nTO make a final stand\nThe rest threw up their hands\nIn scoreless victory for serendipitySee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",0 +399,Adolescents___Who_Is_Who,anger, "Who Is Who My friends call me enemy cos they\'re a fucking joke\nThey\'d better get their act together it\'s time that they awoke\nI\'m cast out by my relatives cos they don\'t want me around\nI just sit in a corner and I don\'t make a sound\nNot one word \nThe walls are closing in on me\nI don\'t know what to do\nPlease tell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nPolicemen are my friends so why do they always stare\nRaid our clubs bust out parties condemned for short hair\nTeachers are my friends so why do they make me stand\nIn front of a class of gawking fools who\'ll never understand\nThey\'ll never understand \nThe world around me falls apart\nI don\'t know what to do\nPlease tell me who is who\nTell me who is who\nTell me who is who",3 +3565,Blonde_Redhead___Publisher,sad, "Publisher Father don\'t you go\nLet\'s just take a walk in the afternoon ... look at me\nMother don\'t you know\nYou can only see me through a clouded sphere ... look at me\nWalk out on a limb leaning on a cloud that isn\'t still reveals\nLooking down a cliff it isn\'t fun it\'s communicating fear \nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nFather don\'t you know\nYou have made me into a quiet man ... look at me\nMother don\'t you go\nYou are a long way away from me ... look at me \nI see you as you see me ... look at me\nChange your heart cause I am already spoken for\nChange your heart cause I am already spoken for \nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says\nSay what you say, say it like a cat\nSay it to my face and say what you know every one says",1 +4236,Brian_May___Space,sad, "Space I\'m gonna make a little space\nAround me\nA very special place\nAround me\nNo-one can come in",1 +5132,Charlie_Parker___Laura,sad, "Laura You know the feeling of something half remembered\nOf something that never happened, yet you recall it well\nYou know the feeling of recognizing someone\nThat you\'ve never met as far as you could tell, well \nLaura is the face in the misty light\nFootsteps that you hear down the hall\nThe laugh that floats on a summer night\nThat you can never quite recall\nAnd you see Laura on the train that is passing through\nThose eyes, how familiar they seem\nShe gave your very first kiss to you\nThat was Laura but she\'s only a dream",1 +3592,Bloodhound_Gang___Something_Diabolical,sad, "Something Diabolical Eventide rise for ritual\nWith the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will\nRoar forth steer the dead leave forced\nDriven by fear shift gears veer towards\nThe foolishly equipped swift these\nFailed bids breathed taillights from the crypt\nReflect upon the way beyond redemption\nLet the necronometer beckon for the destined\nBlessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden\nOf this curse the consequence of which can never be averted\nEach tormented attempt that is made in vain\nTo evade this debt which is certain to be paid\nWithout question is met with a counterclocked surge\nIn reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were\nAll heard by a clutch engaged\nOver trails blazed to the western gates\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side \nSomething diabolical \nIdle hands are bound for the\nDamned once sam went down to Georgia\nSpeed was forged of the divine salt\nMined from the vaults of flame by the lost\nNamed as those sought as faults rests beneath\nThe wrong that was spawned from the tired screech\nOf essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion\nA false witness with the sensed end is brought\nTo bended knees when abandoned belief in\nThe mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends\nHeed to reap grim an infernally decreed\nReposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve\nMeed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention\nThe thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension\nNumbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil\nBarreling down this mortal coil \nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHeaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides\nHell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side\n Something diabolical \nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTonight belongs to him\nTo him\nTo him\nTo him3 ",1 +8299,Emperor___Inno_A_Satana,sad, "Inno a Satana O\' mighty Lord of the Night\nMaster of beasts\nBringer of awe and derision\nThou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife\nThou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow\nThou who strengthen the power of every quietus\nThou who sway every plague and storm\nHarkee \nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou hath the power to force any light in wane\nSans mercy\nSans compassion\nNor will to answer whosoever asketh the why\nThy path is capricious but yet so wide\nWith no such thing as an impediment to strong \nEvery time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine\nI take another step towards Thy Pantheon \nO\' mighty Lord of the Night\nMaster of beasts\nBringer of awe and derision\nThou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife\nThou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow\nThou who strengthen the power of every quietus\nThou who sway every plague and storm\nHarkee \nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the Emperor of Darkness\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou art the king of howling wolves\nThou hath the power to force any light in wane\nSans mercy\nSans compassion\nNor will to answer whosoever asketh the why \nForever wilt I bleed for Thee\nForever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name\nForever wilt I serve Thee\nThou shalt forever prevail\n Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana\nInno a Satana. Inno a Satana \nInno a Satana ",1 +6035,Crowded_House___Dont_Dream_Its_Over,sad, "Don’t Dream It’s Over \nThere is freedom within, there is freedom without\nTry to catch a deluge in a paper cup\nThere\'s a battle ahead, many battles are lost\nBut you\'ll never see the end of the road\nWhile you\'re traveling with me \n \nHey now, hey now, don\'t dream it\'s over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nWe know they won\'t win\n \nNow I\'m towing my car, there\'s a hole in the roof\nMy possessions are causing me suspicion, but there\'s no proof\nIn the paper today, tales of war and of waste\nBut you turn right over to the TV page \n \nHey now, hey now, don\'t dream it\'s over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nWe know they won\'t win \n \n \nNow I\'m walking again to the beat of a drum\nAnd I\'m counting the steps to the door of your heart\nOnly shadows ahead, barely clearing the roof\nGet to know the feeling of liberation and release \n \nHey now, hey now, don\'t dream it\'s over\nHey now, hey now, when the world comes in\nThey come, they come to build a wall between us\nYou know they won\'t win\nSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30 \nDon\'t let them win\nHey now, hey now\nHey now, hey now\nHey now, hey now\nDon\'t let them win\nThey come, they come\nDon\'t let them win\nHey now, hey now Yeah\nHey now, hey now35 ",1 +9524,Freddie_Mercury___The_Great_Pretender_Brian_Malouf_Remix,happy, "The Great Pretender Brian Malouf remix Oh yes I\'m the great pretender ooh ooh\nPretending I\'m doing well ooh ooh\nMy need is such I pretend too much\nI\'m lonely but no one can tell \nOh yes I\'m the great pretender ooh ooh\nAdrift in a world of my own ooh ooh\nI play the game but to my real shame\nYou\'ve left me to dream all alone \nToo real is this feeling of make believe\nToo real when I feel what my heart can\'t conceal\nOoh Ooh yes I\'m the great pretender ooh ooh\nJust laughing and gay like a clown ooh ooh\nI seem to be what I\'m not you see\nI\'m wearing my heart like a crown\nPretending that you\'re still around \nYeah ooh hoo\nToo real when I feel what my heart can\'t conceal \nOh yes I\'m the great pretender\nJust laughing and gay like a clown ooh ooh\nI seem to be what I\'m not you see\nI\'m wearing my heart like a crown\nPretending that you\'re\nPretending that you\'re still around",0 +8682,Every_Avenue___Days_Of_The_Old_Album,happy, "Iron Solomon vs. Chilla Jones \nAye this remind me of them summer nights on Blue Hill Avenue\nCause y\'all see me handle Krome now I\'m up here snatchin\' jewels Jews\nIt\'s a wrap for you\nBut before you can call me wack , bitch I\'m the King Pen\nAnd for all three rounds I\'ma show you why they call me that\nWhat up Iron Aaron?\nNow that I see that Iron here in I\'m eyein\' Aaron\nGunshots is what Iron hearin\', hit Iron earrin\' when iron airin\'\nI\'ll point a gun down at his young child\nDo Iron heir in with Iron errands\nSoon as Iron nearin\' his head explode\nThey need a bowl to put his eye and ear in\nNow I ain\'t erring on the side of caution\nI ain\'t a regular rapper boy, every bar cold code\nBut maybe it\'ll register after\nBut amp him up, I\'ll up the cater, serve his head on a platter like hors d\'oeuvres since y\'all wanna egg on a cracker\nBoy I\'m a relevant factor\nI know they say what you planned on\nThey pulled strings to get you took out, pussy, like a tampon\nI\'m hands on\nYou came for God then Gordon hey, word Hayward\nI told him, Break a leg from the jump\nJust hope his punches don\'t land wrong\nMy fans strong\nOf course I\'ma sell tics Celtics, nigga save the hate\nYou think it\'s rosier Rozier on this side? Well be Smart before they make a statement\nCause Brown knows it\'ll only cause more issues\nThen them K\'s is wavin\', that Larkin sparkin\'\nYou\'ll be takin\' more shots in Boston than Jason Tatum\nBut what he say is amazin\'\nHe lyrically should shine, cause he\'s a top tier writer with plenty of good lines\nBut do your research, and any good enemy would find\nIron ain\'t touched an arm since Penny from Good Times\nFuck them hood rhymes\nActin\' like you sprayin\' a burner\nSummer Madness the only time you was facin\' a murder Murda\nWhen Mook was done witchu\nAll they found was your glasses and a Skittles bag\nHe owned holmes homes like the middle class, kicked his ass\nNine or the deuce deuce, which to blast?\nFinally I said, Fuck it , let eight off Adolf and killed you Jew with the little stash\nAnd Anne Frank-ly, you\'re obsessed with battlin\' Crips\nI think you need help Cuz\nI mean Daylyt, Magic, Nitty, Ars\', you even called out Surf to make yourself buzz\nI know why you target the Crips, even if nobody else does\nIt\'s biology, see Iron\'s biggest job is to help Blood\nBut you ain\'t never been a thug, not a day in your life son\nHeard you had a couple side chicks, an Asian and white one\nAnd you ain\'t never got tested? Well that wasn\'t very bright son\nOr maybe you\'re so obsessed with Crabs you figured you\'d give your wife some\nBut go \'head, diss Shotgun for being a Crip\nYou gon\' die being a brilliant writer\nThe wrong line, then Suge\'ll sugar rush you like candy that got your children hyper\nYou only good with punches homie, you a resilient fighter\nBut I catch you before your flight outta Boston with no steel beside ya\nSo when y\'all hear there was a shootin\' at the airport, and now Chilla gotta chill with lifers, don\'t ask questions\nJust know that I\'m the reason there\'s metal in Logan like William Stryker\nBitch I\'m a striker!\nI swing fast, treat him like a speed bag\nIt\'s a wrap for him in the Middle East cause he jab Hijab with his weak ass\nHomie I\'m back to my rap pinnacle, I\'ll shoot his ass right on the couch; Vlad interview\nBullets blast into you, quick and fast intervals\nSo you choose, Brigham & Women\'s or Mass General?\nA bad visual, get your right eye stuffed\nIf you don\'t want your fuckin\' shirt turned to tie dye run\nCause this Eagle can give you wings, you gon\' fly high son\nSince your people live by the Desert you gon\' die by one\nYou might\'ve battled dudes who sound like me\nBut you ain\'t never stood in front of three rounds like these\nBoss Town!\n \nY\'all was fuckin\' with all of his Boston angles in his rounds?\nBlack and white, no wonder he had to pander panda to the crowd\nBut facts, this battle would\'ve\nNever happened if Aye Verb hadn\'t pulled out last minute like his daddy should\'ve\nSo you gettin\' my least potent punches\nI\'m slap boxin\' him, took my watered down Rum leftovers and I\'m back washin\' him\nYou was my last option son\nI told Bishop, Make sure my dough is straight. Put it on a plate\nShow me half the bread, you get an open face. \nHe said, I respected champ. You got it and check the stamped. \nI be getting bands bans in battle rap quick as a JeFFrey rant\nFuck all the rumors\nWhy I ain\'t rematch Peter Morris sooner?\nOh he\'s mad he ain\'t win the first time, you the sorest The Saurus loser\nThat Greek? Food, I\'ll feast at a different venue\nSomehow the Middle East pita Peter wasn\'t on the menu\nBro, when you feed the king, Organik, you have to serve it with more seasoning\nNot a baby who\'s bitin\' my rounds like a teething ring\nY\'all matched the toddler, holdin\' a magic marker against a classic author\nWith the Penny, a helpless little girl; Inspector Gadget\'s daughter\nIn Mass I\'m a masked marauder, teaching the class in karma\nI\'m sick and my fangs in farther than Amazon anacondas\nThe lines that I land are sharper than cuts from a Spanish barber\nThe last performer, from the days of the DAT recorders\nWhen Kane used to smash Madonna\nThe sand, the water, the farmer who plants the seeds that expand the genre\nA man of honor, a monster\nA gangster, the banker and a robber\nFrank Sinatra could throw a fit together better than cranky toddlers\nSo don\'t step to me if what you kicks fugazi\nYou seen I made Nitty look like a bird in them Blue Jays\nSo if you ain\'t in the mind frame to like pain, you don\'t need the headache to go against my grain migraine\nAnd every battle you book, the same story retold\nY\'all might feel like he\'s cold to me, C old, a one trick pony\nHis schemes are at best, forced\nRidin\' the style he on stallion, until he beatin\' a dead horse\nYou won a couple of races now a honkey\'s in your way\nYou can pen pin a tale tail and portray him as the donkey of the day\nBut this jackass\'s ego is swollen, it gets ahead of him\nThis medicine gon\' help him reduce that swellin\' and I got the Epipen\nTo prod your vein\nFrom now on, my name is John McCain\nA veteran with somethin\' lethal I need to get off my brain\nI paused the game but never lost my aim\nSee C so low ratchet in the street it ain\'t a walk of shame\nI honed those skills, I\'m in the dojo still\nWhere real recognize real so we don\'t know no Chill\nSo you gon\' fall from this status you ain\'t seasoned to have\nGet raked across the yard, tonight he leaves in a bag\nChilla your career was Sub Zero before you challenged me\nMoving down back, down forward now you facin\' your fatality\n \nI said mic check one two, one two\nIron\'s these ain\'t even ours\nYou said somethin\' \'bout Donkey Of The Day \nLighten up, you really think you can see C The God?\nSee I spoke to you at Mass 1, before you came outta retirement\nYou said you was a big fan and seein\' me was inspirin\'\nSaid you wanna rap with \'Lyt, scheme with Chilla\nPunch with the Bar God and and all types of shit\nBut then you told me Myers was scared\nNow imagine hearin\' Danny ran Rand from Iron Fist but I\'m legit\nThe best writer, and the evidence is quite conclusive\nSo when I take this round, you gon\' blame the crowd, don\'t even try it stupid\nI make it clear, with a little back and forth like wiper fluid\nSo when they score it they don\'t gotta O.D. or lend Len Bias to it\nBut you the one ballin\'?\nGet it, one ballin\'? Is y\'all followin\'?\nOne ball, then y\'all followin\'\nThen gun hit Iron lung, he\'ll need an iron lung for oxygen\nStomp his chin, kick my feet up on him like an ottoman\nThen funeral time put Solomon around solo men\nI gotta win, yeah this body gonna be shockin\'\nElectrocutioner, if it\'s a problem this these four K\'s gonna be the resolution\nLet\'s get it clear, you haven\'t grown\nIt\'s like you can\'t stand evolution\nBut every step you losin\', tryin\' to keep up with the direction like Dance Dance Revolution\nWhen your music failed, the culture kept you movin\'\nLet\'s be honest here, you ain\'t top tier or bottom tier, you\'re a volunteer\nI\'m glad y\'all liked that, cause y\'all also went crazy when you heard it versus Nitty in the boy round\nI just figured I\'d take it from you, since you took it from Troy Brown\nOh you didn\'t think we would find it out? It\'s too late to be quiet now\nBut when I think about it, it kinda reminds me of the Holyfield/Tyson bout\nCause he was overwhelmed with back to back punches and couldn\'t grind it out\nSo now for bitin\', baow, a piece of ear off in Iron mouth\nHe tried to out and eat Clips for the same thing\nLike he never stole or bit nothin\'\nWho gave you this Fruit Stripes? I should leave a Big Red hand print on your shit cousin\nBut try gettin\' me, and you\'ll get hit with a Bazooka\nI\'m talkin\' mid stride if I catch the kid runnin\'\nYou gettin\' chewed cause I\'m twice the rapper\nI just wish being double meant mint somethin\'\nI\'m Extra amped, say the wrong thing, best recant\nHead shot, exposin\' a racist mind like a JeFFrey rant\nNigga my style got flare on the low, Elvis Presley pants\nSpine shot, his legs wobble, got him doin\' the Elvis Presley dance\nBut test me champ, shit I\'m outside the corner store like, Aye, what you doin\' on my block shorty? \nSee I\'m old school so in case he case \'em Casey Kasem I give his Top 40\nImagine me catchin\' a bullet from Aaron, bitch I am not Jordy\nNail son to the wall like, Nigga what you got fore me? \nTrey in the clutch with seven rings so either he get robbed or he Horry\nTryin\' cause we jacked his foreign whip, but quit with the sob stories\nNigga get lost, the arm make you flipped boss\nHip toss, this Bad Boy from Brooklyn went to Cali and took a BIG loss\nGive you 30 out this Ill-matic, knock your limbs off\nDo you dirty, he\'ll get shot in the kitchen like a Jimz blog\nI\'m pissed off cause you came at E. Ness for bein\' 33\nI mean ain\'t you 33 now?\nDon\'t you know where real rappers careers should be when they\'re 33?\nWow!\nWhen 50 Cent was 33, he made a hundred mil\' off of Vitamin Water\nNow Iron is 33 and he still can\'t find a supporter\nWhen Ice Cube was 33, he was in three movies just to get shine\nWhen Kanye was 33 he went platinum, for the fifth time\nAnd Drake\'s status as a legend, well that\'s already fuckin\' clear\nAnd he won\'t even be 33 for another couple years\nBut in 33 AD, Jesus and Judas died\nSo in his 33rd year, Iron gets crucified\nBut between you and I, I know your birthday was April 10th\nAnd that\'s an actual fact\nBut ask Paul Pierce, being 34 in a Boston club can get you stabbed in the back!\nSo, you might\'ve battled dudes who sound like me\nBut you ain\'t never stood in front of three rounds like these\nBoss Town!\n \nUhh, I\'m 36\nI\'m 36, I shoulda pre-warned you\nAfter tonight, I\'m gonna be up another three on you\nYo, y\'all believe that he rides strapped through Dot and supplies crack?\nYou got to be keepin\' your pipe packed if you buy that\nThis dandy lyin\' dandelion through his two lips tulips, he don\'t provide fact\nEverybody knows nose the truth gotta smell a lie lacks lilacs\nI don\'t believe you peddle flower, if you snitch a soldier\nGet a whiff, something isn\'t kosher, this pig got a different odor\nI get one scent cent of the coppers the shit is over\nPress the metal into your tongue like a penny loafer\nNow nobody\'s buyin\' what Jerome Jones sells\nI got the trap buggin\' out like a roach motel\nI got the trap, Bug In/Out like a roach motel?\nSee how I tricked you to bring this poison into your own home Chill?\nLast night at his crib I had his spouse on the couch\nBut tonight I came to take Chill out in his house\nYou wear the crown of this town, oh you the king on the throne?\nBut your albums come out, not a single gets sold\nNobody bought the Mass King\'s masking tape, stick to your roll role\nBut I\'m off of this clown, let me talk to the crowd\nSay, Boston! \nBoston!\nNo really holler it loud\nSay Boston! \nBoston!\nWhen they say, Boston they\'re proud\nSo why you gotta call it Boss Town and water it down?\nHowever hard that it sounds or everybody bein\' a boss in your town\nJust picture a bunch of Rick Ross\'s walkin\' around\nYo, what\'s the meaning of being king if we all have the crown?\nWhat\'s a boss with no workers to be bossin\' around?\nBut in his mind he believe the shit\nThat might be the reason that Writer\'s Bloque is divided\nIt\'s called a Crisis of Leadership \nIn your team full of Urkels, where they chief is a nerd\nWho needs help in his writing so they the geeks that he turns to\nIt\'s the tricks of the trademarks, like Conceited and her crew\nYou\'re cool to copy writtens copy-written if you got C in your circle\nYour clique\'s weird\nHalf a dozen odd balls around his sphere\nFrom this angle my G, our metrics say the Bloque is just six squares\nWell I\'m Cube, I\'ll write through everyone in this guy\'s crew\nAnybody can fuckin\' get it I\'m AIDS in \'92\nSo strap up, or I\'m takin\' your lives and your wive\'s too\nTwo rings and it\'s death do us part and that\'s how I do\nAnd I got shots for everybody it\'s a special occasion\nEven Rum went down easy without me havin\' to chase it\nFirst Day\' quit then Magic, y\'all see the pattern after I face him\nY\'all catch what I\'m sayin\', y\'all see this game of Jenga I\'m playin\'?\nTurnin\' Writer\'s Bloque into Whitey\'s Block ain\'t no rent that I\'m raisin\'\nTil everybody a victim, this is gentrification!\nThere goes the neighborhood Chilla\nIt won\'t stop, it\'s like I resemble my own pops how I\'ma chip off the old block Bloque\nMr. Top Tier From The Proving Ground is the wrong moniker\nI\'ll send you back to that class you belong in, I\'m a hall monitor\nAnd all of my peers fire drills if you don\'t get in line\nEverybody here raise an arm, it\'s attendance time\nA test you shouldn\'t cheat, I\'m the professor take a seat\nY\'all mix a vegetable to eat, I\'ve been a recipe for beef\nYou a skeptic, what you think? You ain\'t endin\' up deceased?\nBANG!\nYour brain\'s hangin\' from the ceilin\' should help suspend your disbeliefs \n \nIt\'s like a movie, right? The Death Of King Solomon\nNow playin\', you diggin\' the plot?\nGood, cause your spot in the ground fakin\'\nAs far as your crew? Well a DeVille pullin\' up with rounds blazin\'\nLong Sig cig\' smokin\', soon as I spot a dog like a Dalmation\nI heard the foul statements\n Verse Iron, the King Pen gon\' get his crown taken. \nClowns hatin\'\nActin\' like they was forced to foster care like child placements\nAnd after Nitty, my slim chance got even triller, but don\'t you hear the crowd shakin\' the foundation?\nWell if not, then keep sleepin\'\nJust know after shockin\' them you could wake up to somethin\' ground breakin\'\nBut you know who was groundbreaking?\nBender\nHe was Canada\'s King Pen\nAnd even though he\'s gone from rap I wanna take a second and remind all of y\'all why they called him that\nY\'all ready?\nI said I\'ll make every single king retreat from war and seek his fortress\nThen storm the beach in Normandy with forces we deported\nI\'ll sheath the sword and leave them corpses\nHe ignored repeated warning, the Ouija board and demon sources\nSee \'em formin\' like bees are swarmin\'\nIf I hear he turned vegan I\'ll feed him pork and leave a fork in\nMake him leave a portion of fetal organs with Puerto Rican orphans\nThought he was formerly important\nFuck his boring, weak performance\nNow you in enemy territory like a North Korean tourist\nYou made an album and acted like we were the poor receivin\' fortune\nTake every chorus, re-record it cause it\'s horribly distorted\nAnd all these horrid, cheap endorsements\nSportin\' orthopedic Jordans, on the court with Peter Morris\nGee of course you leave the sorest The Saurus\nRest In Peace legend\nYou probably wrote the most clean rounds ever\nBut what you gon\' do? Diss me for my tweets? How clever\nSee I\'m a legend cause I\'m the King Pen, who can put three rounds together better\nBut you\'re a legend because you\'re the King Pen...of the freestyle era\nAnd we\'ll never forget Spring Fever\nWere you high or stone cold?\nYou think your album was a classic? You a liar with no soul\nBut inquire what bro sold\nMettleing with the music, even Alchemist couldn\'t get Iron to go gold\nI\'m so cold\nBumpin\' Drake when [?] spittin\'\nStill got Avocado dippin\', flippin\' tables wit\' it\nIf I hit Laugh-N-Stalk in his mustache, his face go wit\' it\nAnd if he try to Avenge your death, half of Marv\'ll Marvel be gone, nigga they gon\' think Thanos did it\nHomie I\'m wit\' it, turnin\' niggas to dust, you can\'t picture that?\nWell with every line Jones got the time stones so I can bring your Vision back\nHe tried to put Thor ax through my thorax, thinkin\' the shit\'s a wrap\nBut when it becomes time to disappear I\'m quit to snap\nThis is that that, Bruce Banner type of nigga, you know\nWhen it\'s war he\'s scared to bring that Hawk out\nNow ain\'t it Strange cakin\' for Iron? See that\'s the shit that make me walk out\nI could\'ve did you like Hollow did Clips cause I got a lot of marketing and business shit to talk \'bout\nBut that wouldn\'t be fair\nCause as soon as I mention brand expansion he gettin\' Chalked Out\nSee I went all out with that Super Mario scheme\nAnd I showed the Toronto rap crowd, but for you?\nIt\'s more like Super Smash Brothers\nAll I need is four bars to break the fax down\nFirst thing, is with a backpack, you look like Ness if you turned hat \'round\nSecond, I heard about your early battles in Michigan\nYou was fightin\' with The Glove gettin\' smacked \'round\nSpeakin\' of Smack, you got taken off that platform and how did he respond?\nWell, by just gettin\' back now\nBut since your character is damaged, I gotta knock you off at 100% and make you fade into the background\nAnd there\'s a reason I ain\'t on Smack now\nBut it doesn\'t matter who I blame, on any platform I do my thang\nI work hard and grew my name\nSo the truth remains Solomon, I\'m through with games\nYou got 3 O\'s in your name, I got 3 O\'s to my name\nYou just act brolic, nigga that\'s all you do\nArs\' punked you, Illmac pushed yo\' ass \'cross the room\nWe could\'ve did this on Smack Volume 2\nI would\'ve open hand slapped you from the back and hear the smack volume too\nBut there\'s little room for just bars\nYeah it\'s clear that I\'m on ghost\nI\'m sorry like Air Jordan and Aaron will fly low\nIt\'s time me and ICE sharin\' a convo\', let\'s discuss some thangs\nYou my man, but in this ring I want the title, and ain\'t nothin\' changed\nI\'m tuckin\' A then I let it tag him, I ain\'t runnin\' game\nThen it bang outta nowhere like gimme my fuckin\' chain! \nThe King Pen of The Dot and that\'s why you losin\' now\nAgainst Mr. Jump The Top Tier From The Proving Ground\nBoss Town \n \nI wanna be serious with y\'all for a second...\nChilla\'s wife...got a wedding band, but she interpret that ring wrong\nAnd buzz my bell when she searchin\' for ding dong\nOpen up, she either in a bikini top or naked\nWith her butt out, it\'s time for you to leave the conversation\nSo your missus can whisper fantasies in my ear\nAbout her lack of a gag reflex, about how she makes spatulas disappear\nSo I told love, Let\'s rope up. You can handle it, don\'t be scared. \nThen made her choke up so much she should get Champion Of The Year\nSo I gave her the belt\nTranslation the champs changin\', fuck the hand shakin\', ass kissin\' and campaignin\'\nSometimes you gotta talk to these bitches I\'m Man \'Splanin\'\nAnd when y\'all make a list of who the greatest is, make sure he makes the list\nY\'all heard his style, y\'all know who the greatest is at makin\' lists\nIf Chilla made the list of which kids were naughty and which were nice\nSanta wouldn\'t check it twice, he\'d just KNOW that shit was right\nYo, God\'s gift to scheming\nAre you serious Serius Jones? That style I killed Math with 10 years ago\nRemember back in high school when I smashed his chickadee?\nTo cut, we used to cut class and visit me\nHad the chemistry, attractive physically\nTaught her sex ed and wood shop now Math is history\nNow if we tie in this tug of war, clash or not knot\nYou learn the ropes from the lessons this slacker taught\nMy rhyme book is the genesis of every page your pen writes\nThis snake Eve-n got his knowledge from the Big Apple by takin\' a bite\nYou know Genesis, Loso, the Lord took Adam\'s rib and created his wife\nStealin\' a piece of that body of mines is what gave this bitch life\nYou disobeyed my advice, stole from the God and garden you payin\' the price\nFor duplicating the A1, that was your plan, B?\nYou had to copy Tecs for the respect you command C\nYou know, copy texts is Command C\nWait, wait, wait, does that not compute or computer you just can\'t read?\nI\'m sayin\' he ain\'t an original type writer and that\'s key\nIf you ask me how he crafts his poorly thought out themes\nHe\'ll take my blueprints and use them to draft his drawn out schemes\nBut with this clown, the shit sounds like a Slinky\nCause even his best rounds get stretched out \'til it take the whole story a step down\nHang on, hang on, hang on, y\'all see the stair bars I\'m railin\' on him wit\'?\nI\'m on a rise, your flight landed, there\'s different levels to this shit\nYou studied under my understudy, I\'m your sensei\'s sensei\nShady, Hova, Jackson, Jordan, that\'s Em/Jay, MJ and MJ\nGod tier tear like when Christ wept, you\'re seein\' Jesus\'s pain\nI\'m God tier tear like what you tell your daughter the reason it rains\nI\'m God tier tear like me, sacrificing my only son\nYou can\'t redo what the Yoda done\nIt\'s Padawan versus Obi Wan\nThe student versus the teacher\nThe hopeful heir versus the ruler\nChilla you truly are Martin Luther\nKing Pen..Junior ",0 +5775,Company_Flow___Last_Good_Sleep,sad, "Last Good Sleep \nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nBut one day you\'ll pay \n \nDoomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions\nDisgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction\nTill your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones\nHold a fix on you eternal, intruder up in my zone\nDwell the matter I must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know\nSwallowed my mother when she was hollow\nWho can blame a woman like her, singular parent\nOne love already dissolved and the solution left polluted\nTwo kids with a father who broke out as resoluted\nSo fuck it she needed love and you provided false clout\nStomping on the bottom man and I wish she just walked out\nKnew you were Jekyll the stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue\nNext to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed\nWish I would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss\nMom\'s with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure\nBriefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure\nNow you\'re all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear\nWith termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain\nBut the pain couldn\'t quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour\nPuritan, crushing Moms between rocks for at least an hour\n \nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die \n \nThat\'s why\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die \n \nTimepiece must\'ve read early morning at least\nSo I lay death\'s cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast\nThat somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck\nBreath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace\nConference of the birds I heard my mother dove cry\nNot absurd just routined I\'d learned\nJust keep my fucking grill locked and hope the entropy stops mid process\nStepfather\'s got to fight verbally when his liver\'s soaked\nAnd products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close\nBut I couldn\'t sense the distinction from the other nights\' livest wires\nCeremony\'s sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one\nHanding crutches to my psyche, I was tripping\nHuddled up clutching sis I think I heard a dress ripping\nI should\'ve reacted to that\nBut I didn\'t know the extent, please\nYou could\'ve caught him in time\nYeah, that thought\'s occurred to me constantly\nGoblin digging my head and I don\'t know what he wants from me\nUntil one of us is dead I suppose\n \nThat\'s why\nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die \n \nMuch more than abrupt I heard the silence erupt\nBut it was just a touch of tough love that I heard from above\nThe calm and the climate confused me\nThe dawn was a floozy\nBarely risen but still beckoning to me\nThe song of the night\'s events amused me, morbidly\nIn a petrified state I wait, to Deadwood on duty\nJust tempers flared I figured woozily\nWhen all is dead and done a pair is just as fucking happy as they choose to be\nNow off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye\nThe prospect bored me, awokened by the step sounds coming towards me\nA quick glance at my mom\'s darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me\nSo I sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me\nAnd slept my last sleep while I counted clone sheep\nAnd dreamt about nothing for the last time ever\nThe ignorance was blissful just a recollection\nOf the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception\nWoke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates\nPatching jugulars with Band-aids\nThe turn on you laid well above my bed\nWere here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me\nYou should have known what happened\nI was young and oblivious\nHe almost killed your mom\nIf I knew I could have done something\nYou\'ll never see him again\nYeah but I see him every night\nAnd cover my ears in tears as he beats his fucking wife\n \nAt night I cover my ears in tears\nThe man downstairs must have drank too many beers\nNow every night of my life he beats his wife\nUntil the day I die \n \nScott Bivans\nUntil the day I die\nUntil the day I die3 ",1 +1428,Anna_Ternheim___Girl_Laying_Down,sad, "Girl Laying Down I know a girl laying down\nShe\'s sleeping\nWeeks at a time\nAnd when she wakes up\nShe watches TV\nCounting cracks in the ceiling \nNo, I don\'t know what she\'s thinking\nSo I give up, waiting for someone waiting\nTalking to someone, staring\nI never come around\nI never come around\nI left her fifteen years behind\nGirl\'s laying down\nNever come around \nSo much for girl staying\nIn afraid of\nBeeing needed\nAnd seen she watches\nThe world on a screen\nShe\'s distant\nAnd God knows I tried to leave her\nBut she\'s got a constant fever \nI let it slip my mind\nI never come around\nI never come around\nI left her fifteen years behind \nI know a girl laying down\nNo, I never wasted my time\nWe have something in common\nShe\'s as different as I am",1 +8338,Enigma___TNT_For_The_Brain,anger, "T.N.T. for the Brain Smell your skin\nFeel your breath\nYou on my side\nI couldn\'t resist \nI hope I\'ll understand someday\nWhat\'s the meaning of this crazy game\nIt is real and pure\nTNT for the brain \nIf there\'s no pain\nRules are still the same\nI\'m with you, just lead me\nI\'m ready to play\nTNT for the brain \nDon\'t be scared, and have no fear\nI will show you what it means \nIf there\'s no pain\nRules are still the same\nI\'m with you, just lead me\nI\'m ready to play \nTNT for the brain \nDon\'t be scared, and have no fear\nI will show you what it means \nIf there\'s no pain\nRules are still the same\nI\'m with you, just lead me\nI\'m ready to play \nTNT for the brain \nWhat you feel isn\'t insane\nIt is love and not a game \nIf there\'s no pain\nRules are still the same\nI\'m with you, just lead me\nI\'m ready to play\n TNT for the brain ",3 +1317,Angels_and_Airwaves___True_Love,happy, "True Love \nShe\'s scared...She\'s a star...Burning across the night time sky \n \nYo eh oh eh oh eh oh eh \n \nThe snow has come down on top of everything\nThe town is alive and well without you She\'s scared\nThe lights they peer out of the leafless trees\nAnd you won\'t be alone I am beside you\n \nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh \n \nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you \n \nTears spilling out across a dead end street\nYour house is a lonely box that holds you She\'s a star\nThe star, bright and loud, is in dire need\nOf the fear it is an empty fear inside you \n \nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh\nYo eh, oh eh, oh eh, oh eh \n \nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\n \n \nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home True love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you\nTrue love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nThe light is the sign that love will guide you home True love\nThe stars in the sky illuminate below\nIf the world were to die the light would guide you \n \nShe\'s a star1 ",0 +5524,Clannad___Something_To_Believe_In,sad, "Something To Believe In Everybody\'s rushing around\nTrying to keep a hold\nOn some piece of mind\nAll the time\nAnd somebody\'s lookin\' around\nTryin\' to find\nSomething to believe in\nTo believe in\nAll the things they promised\nThey\'re always lies\nWell it\'s something\nOh it\'s something to believe in\nYou know it\'s something \nEvery little once in a while\nYou take a chance to win\nOn a turning card\nBut it may be hard\nWe could be fooled on the merry-go-round\nBut I\'m trying to find\nSomething to believe in\nTo believe in\nAll the things they promised\nYou know they always lied \nWell it\'s something\nOh it\'s something to believe in\nYou know it\'s something \nI\'ve been willing and strong all along\nThrough chilling times\nIn a sea of heartbreak\nWhere you give and take\nI won\'t give in to promises\nUntil I find something to believe in\nTo believe in\n Well it\'s something\nOh it\'s something to believe in\nYou know it\'s something ",1 +4164,Breaking_Benjamin___Unknown_Soldier,sad, "Unknown Soldier \n \nBorderline\nDead inside\nI don\'t mind\nFalling to pieces\nCount me in\nViolent\nLet\'s begin\nFeeding the sickness\nHow do I\nSimplify?\nDislocate\nThe enemy\'s on the way\n \nShow me what it\'s like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight \n \nFull of fear, Everclear\nI\'ll be here, fighting forever\nCurious, venomous\nYou\'ll find me climbing to heaven\nNever mind, turn back time\nYou\'ll be fine, I will get left behind \n \nShow me what it\'s like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight\nHolding on too tight\nBreathe the breath of life\nSo I can leave this world behind \n \nOoh\nIt only hurts just once Ooh\nThey\'re only broken bones Ooh\nHide the hate inside Ooh\nOh\nSo I can leave this world behind\nSee Breaking Benjamin LiveGet tickets as low as $33 \nShow me what it\'s like\nTo dream in black and white\nSo I can leave this world tonight\nHolding on too tight\nBreathe the breath of life\nSo I can leave this world behind4 ",1 +505,Aimee_Mann___Pavlovs_Bell,sad, "Pavlov’s Bell \nOh Mario, sit here by the window\nStay here 'til we reach Idaho\nAnd when we go\nHold my hand on take-off\nTell me what I already know\nThat we can\'t talk about it\nNo, we can\'t talk about it \n \nBecause nobody knows\nThat\'s how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov\'s bell\nHistory shows\nThere\'s not a chance in hell, but\n \nOh Mario, we\'re only to Ohio\nIt\'s kinda getting harder to breathe\nI won\'t let it show\nI\'m all about denial\nBut can\'t denial let me believe?\nThat we could talk about it\nBut we can\'t talk about it \n \nBecause nobody knows\nThat\'s how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov\'s bell\nHistory shows but rarely shows it well\nWell, well, well \n \nOh Mario, why if this is nothing\nI\'m finding it so hard to dismiss\nIf you\'re what I need\nThen only you can save me\nSo come on baby, give me the fix\nAnd let\'s just talk about it\nI\'ve got to talk about it\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 \nBecause nobody knows\nThat\'s how I nearly fell\nTrading clothes\nAnd ringing Pavlov\'s bell\nHistory shows\nLike it was show and tell\nSo tell me\nThat\'s how I nearly fell\nBy ringing Pavlov\'s bell\nSo baby, show and tell \n \nOh Mario, Mario ",1 +7328,Dixie_Chicks___You_Were_Mine,sad, "You Were Mine \nI can\'t find a reason to let go\nEven though you\'ve found a new love and she\'s what your dreams are made of\nI can find a reason to hang on\nWhat went wrong can be forgiven, without you, it ain\'t worth livin\' alone \n \nSometimes I wake up cryin\' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take you away\nWhen for so long you were mine?\n \nI took out all the pictures of our wedding day\nIt was a time of love and laughter, happy ever after\nBut even those old pictures have begun to fade\nPlease tell me she\'s not real and that you\'re really comin\' home to stay \n \nSometimes I wake up cryin\' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take your heart away\nWhen for so long you were mine? \n \nI can give you two good reasons\nTo show you love\'s not blind\nHe\'s two and she\'s four and you know they adore you\nSo how can I tell them you\'ve changed your mind? \n \nSometimes I wake up cryin\' at night\nAnd sometimes I scream out your name\nWhat right does she have to take your heart away\nWhen for so long you were mine? \n \nI remember when you were mine 1 ",1 +6606,David_Ford___What_Would_You_Have_Me_Do,sad, "What Would You Have Me Do? Another empty bottle in the hand\nIt helps to kill the things that we don\'t understand\nThe thoughtless speak yeah, i\'ll be there for you \nNow sleep through all the dreams i never made come true\nWell i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nOh i\'m a fool for you\nI, i.... \nTrust this wretched heart to be so sure\nI\'ll stake my life on this, but i\'ve been wrong before\nNow i don\'t blame you blanking me that time\nFrom all the awkward how are you?\'s and i\'m just fine\'s \nWell i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nI\'m a fool for you\nI, i....\nFeel that spin revolver in your hand\nWell it\'s impossible, you wouldn\'t understand\nWho do we think we were to even try?\nWhen this fear has claimed the souls of better men than i\nThen i\'m a fool for you\nWhat would you have me do?\nI\'m a fool for you \nWhat would you have me do? ",1 +1071,Amon_Amarth___Prediction_Of_Warfare,sad, "Prediction of Warfare \nShips were prepared\nWeapons and shields\nSails were raised\nWe headed out to sea\nNorway disappeared in the East\nOur journey had begun\nHelpful winds gave us our speed\nUnder a warming sun\nHeading to the emerald land\nA fleet of fifty ships\nAn army of two thousand men\nLed by the king \n \nOn the horizon dark clouds arose\nThor rode across the black clouds\nAs the night rolled in over us\nWe felt the wrath of the storm \n \nThat night\nI was haunted by dreams\nAn omen\nOf what was to come\nThe serpent arose from the sea \n \nReady to strike\nWith hammer in hand\nThe serpent in pain\nTwisting in furious rage!\nFought for its life\nThe serpent escaped\nThor was enraged\nMy dreams began to fade\n \nWoke from my dreams\nSword in my hand\nThe break of dawn\nWe were closing in\nOn Irish land\nTime to attack\nGrabbed our shields\nWe came ashore\nAnd saw the waiting horde \n \nThe fight was short and deadly intense\nThe Irish fought us well\nBut as we gained the upper hand\nTheir fighting spirit quelled \n \nReady to strike\nWith swords in our hands\nThey struggled with heart\nThe Irish fell to our wrath\nFought for his life\nTheir king escaped\nWith fury divine\nKing Olaf threw his sword ",1 +603,Alabama___Lady_Down_On_Love,happy, "Lady Down On Love \nIt\'s her first night on the town since she was just eighteen\nA lady down on love and out of hope and dreams\nThe ties that once bound her now are broke away\nAnd she\'s like a baby, just learning how to play\nShe never thought that love could ever end so soon\nHer mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon\nWhen he asked her to marry and she gladly said okay\nAnd a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday \n \nNow, she\'s a lady down on love\nShe needs somebody to gently pick her up\nShe\'s got her freedom, but she\'d rather be bound\nTo a man who would love her and never let her down\n \nWell, I know a lady that\'s down on her love\n\'Cause I used to hold her and have that special touch\nBut work took me a way from home late at nights\nAnd I wasn\'t there when she turned out the lights\nThen both of us got lonely and I gave into lust\nAnd she just couldn\'t live with a man she couldn\'t trust \n See Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",0 +3338,Black_Lips___Meltdown,anger, "Meltdown Reverse intro detuning their guitar \nWooo\nI\'m a rag tag fag?\nThe kind you can not flack yeahhh\nGot the vietcong gone\nThe kind that dropped the bomb ohhhhhhh\nDont kill the liquid when i split\nCall me Chickenshit\nGot my eyes on the prize\nAnd make you realise\nMeltdown i got it up my nose\nMeltdown i got a fuck you pose\nMeltdown i got to be a prop\nMeltdown cos when meltdown baby lose my drop \nWhen i met feeling fresh\nCall me davey crocket\nLicked osama and obama have fucked the dilah lami\n?\nComing from\n? \nMeltdown i got it up my nose\nMeltdown i got a fuck you pose\nMeltdown i got to be a prop\nMeltdown cos when meltdown baby lose my drop \nArrrrrrggghhhh \nCrazy reversed outro, the whole track some bits are ran backwards some forwards, some delay reverb and fuzz are used",3 +5195,Cher___If_I_Could_Turn_Back_Time,sad, "If I Could Turn Back Time \nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could find a way\nI\'d take back those words that\'ve hurt you and you\'d stay \n \nI don\'t know why I did the things I did\nI don\'t know why I said the things I said\nPride\'s like a knife, it can cut deep inside\nWords are like weapons, they wound sometimes\n \nI didn\'t really mean to hurt you\nI didn\'t wanna see you go\nI know I made you cry, but baby \n \nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI\'d take back those words that\'ve hurt you, you\'d stay\nIf I could reach the stars, I\'d give 'em all to you\nThen you\'d love me, love me, like you used to do\nIf I could turn back time \n \nMy world was shattered, I was torn apart\nLike someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart\nWhen you walked out that door I swore that I didn\'t care\nBut I lost everything, darlin\', then and there \n \nToo strong to tell you I was sorry\nToo proud to tell you I was wrong\nI know that I was blind and darlin\' \n \nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI\'d take back those words that\'ve hurt you and you\'d stay\nIf I could reach the stars, I\'d give 'em all to you\nThen you\'d love me, love me, like you used to do\n \nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nIf I could turn back time\nOh, baby \n \nI didn\'t really mean to hurt you\nI didn\'t wanna see you go\nI know I made you cry, but \n \nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nI\'d take back those words that hurt you\nIf I could reach the stars, I\'d give 'em all to you\nThen you\'d love me, love me, like you used to do\nIf I could turn back time, if I could find a way\nAnd maybe, maybe, maybe you\'d stay\nIf I could reach the stars8 ",1 +4803,Captain_Sensible___Happy_Talk,happy, "Happy Talk Happy talkin\', talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you\'d like to do\nYou\'ve got to have a dream\nIf you don\'t have a dream\nHow you gonna have a dream come true \nTalk about the moon floating in the sky\nLooking like a lily on a lake\nTalk about the bird learning how to fly\nMaking all the music he can make\nHappy talkin\' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you\'d like to do\nYou\'ve got to have a dream\nIf you don\'t have a dream\nHow you gonna have a dream come true \nLet\'s talk about the star looking like a toy\nPeeking through the branches of a tree\nTalk about the girl talk about the boy\nCounting all the ripples on the sea \nHappy talkin\' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you\'d like to do\nYou\'ve got to have a dream\nIf you don\'t have a dream\nHow you gonna make a dream come true \nTalk about the boy saying to the girl\nGolly baby I\'m a lucky cus\nTalk about the girl saying to the boy\nYou and me are lucky to be us \nHappy talkin\' talkin Happy talk\nTalk about things you\'d like to do\nYou\'ve got to have a dream\nIf you don\'t have a dream\nHow you gonna make a dream come true\nAnd if you don\'t talk happy\nAnd you never have a dream\nThen you\'ll never have a dream come true",0 +4304,British_Sea_Power___True_Adventures,sad, "The Amazons: Ch. 3 CHAPTER III \nTHE AMAZONS OF ANTIQUITY--continued \nMUCH as these writers had to say of the Amazons in the era of their glory, they are equally eloquent and entertaining when dealing with the wondrous women in the days of the community\'s decadence. One of the most picturesque incidents relates to the Amazonian hatred for the Greeks. After the death of Achilles and the fall of Troy, we are told, the dead captain-demigod reigned over an enchanted isle in the Black Sea at the mouth of the Danube, which must, therefore, have been close to that Isle of Ares where the Amazons, on their way to Athens, erected a temple to the god of war. When Thetis was lamenting over the funeral pyre of Achilles, Neptune consoled her by the promise-- \nThere is an island in the Euxine Sea\nWhere, by my power, Achilles shall be deem\'d\nA god; and him with sacrificial rites\nThe neighbouring nations shall adore. \n Whatever the exact position of the island may have been, tales of the glory of this shadowy kingdom reached the Amazons in their capital on the Thermodon, and there, maddened by fierce hatred for Queen Penthesilea\'s slayer, they determined to follow the hero even in this dominion of ghosts. So they \n \n\nSECTION OF PHIGALEIAN FRIEZE. COMBAT OF GREEKS AND AMAZONS. \nBRITISH MUSEUM.\nClick to enlarge\nSECTION OF PHIGALEIAN FRIEZE. COMBAT OF GREEKS AND AMAZONS.\nBRITISH MUSEUM. \n \np. 49 \nlaid violent hands on certain navigators who came up the river, and compelled them to build a fleet of galleys. They embarked thereon a strong force of horse, and bade the sailors to steer them to the mysterious isle. The vengeful and impious armada reached the beautiful shores clothed with stately groves. A safe landing was effected, but as the Amazons approached a magnificent temple half hidden in a luxuriantly growing wood, their horses gave every sign of anxiety, which, as they advanced, waxed into ungovernable terror. Curveting and rearing, they threw their exhausted riders, who, as they lay on the ground, were trampled upon and bitten by the demented steeds as they turned and bolted to the cliffs, where, not pausing an instant, they dashed themselves to destruction among the raging waves. A terrific storm of wind and lightning sprang up, involving the Amazons in the havoc created by the raging tempest. Few escaped the warring elements to convey the tidings to Themyscira. \nApollonius Rhodius in his Argonautic gives us glimpses of two forms of Amazons. He tells how the bold navigators going in search of the Golden Fleece visited the island of Lemnos, which they found inhabited solely by women and ruled over by the gentle Hypsipile. Jason and his companions were received with a considerable show of suspicion, for the women appeared in battle array-- \nHypsipile assum\'d her father\'s arms\nAnd led the van, terrific in her charms. \nBut when it became evident that the Argonauts had no evil intentions, the youthful queen told them \np. 50\na pitiful tale. Lemnos, she said, had been invaded and all the men killed. This was not an account to raise the suspicions, though it might kindle the pity, of the Greeks, who were invited to stay in the island and fill the places of the slain. The truth was, however, that the men of Lemnos had been killed by their own womenkind, a crime brought about by a neglect of the gods. Venus, forgotten by the women, took her revenge by causing them to become obnoxious to their husbands and lovers, who, turning in loathing away from them, brought girl slaves from the mainland. Angered by this course of affairs, the women slew all males and the slaves, then assumed arms, daily expecting that, their exploits having been noised abroad, men from adjacent countries would come to punish them. To the guilty spouses and daughters the Argonauts as they first appeared were a cause of dread, then, as their pacific intentions became known, a source of hope; and so the women did their best to make the intrepid explorers forget their dangerous quest. However, after some little delay, the Argonauts sailed away, and passing through the Hellespont, creeping up the Euxine, they wisely \n flee the Amazonian shore,\nElse Themyscira soon, with rude alarms,\nHad seen th\' assembled Amazons in arms. \n Such was the repute of these women, who were more to be dreaded than the armies, powerful kings, and magic spells Jason and his following had to face. \nOf another momentous maritime adventure we have many details from Herodotus, who, speaking \np. 51 \nof the Sauromatœ, says that after the battle of Thermodon, which was the second strenuous effort of the Greeks to drive back the women barbarians, three galleys were loaded by Hercules with Amazon prisoners. These galleys becoming separated from the fleet, they sailed for the Bosphorus on the way to Greece; but suddenly the prisoners mutinied, and succeeded in killing their guards and the sailors. It was a victory which threatened to cost them dear, for the women, having slain the navigators, found themselves helpless owing to their lack of knowledge of ships, which drifted about at the mercy of the elements. The galleys were blown in a northerly direction, and passing through dangerous straits, reached the Palus Mæotis Sea of Azof, there running ashore, close to certain white cliffs, which have not been identified. Scrambling ashore on a strange coast, the women seized the first herd of horses they encountered, and thus mounted, feeling more at home, began exploring the surrounding country. They fell upon the unsuspecting Scythians, slaughtering and pillaging right and left. The Scythians could not tell who these raiders were dress, language, and all were quite unfamiliar to them. On the other hand, the Amazons mistook the shaven inhabitants for bands of youths. But in the fights some of the Amazons fell, and then the truth was revealed, and this made the men loath to repel the invaders with arms, so they hit upon a deep and poetic stratagem. They sent youths, lightly armed, to watch them. Camping at some distance from the Amazons, following their every movement at a respectful distance, the chances \np. 52 \nof the chase brought members of the two forces together; and as the youths did all in their power to show their pacific intentions, the camps gradually drew nearer. There were meetings, designed on the part of the young men, and at last the warrior women, realising that there was no danger from this quarter, hastened opening up communications, with the result that what could not be done by Scythian valour was speedily accomplished by the sarkless blind boy with his invisible darts. Mistrust gave way before love, the two camps blended, and the women soon acquired the local tongue. Then the youths desired to go home and settle down--they wanted no other wives than the Amazons. But to this proposal their companions replied: We could not live with your women--our customs are quite different to theirs. To draw the bow, to hurl the javelin, to bestride the horse, these are our arts--of womanly employments we know nothing. Your women, on the contrary, do none of these things, but stay at home in their wagons, engaged in womanish tasks, and never go out to hunt or to do anything. We should never agree! So they suggested that the young men should go to their parents and ask them for their inheritance, to enable them to form separate camps. This the youths agreed to do, and coming back with their property, ceded by the politic fathers, offered it to the strange women. Then these said that they were ashamed to remain in the country, for, not content with killing and robbing the inhabitants, they had now stolen sons from their fathers: to dwell in peace they would have to go elsewhere. \np. 53 \n This also was agreed upon. Crossing the Tanais, they journeyed eastward a distance of three days north from that stream, and then again northward another three days\' march. From this it would appear that the camp was first formed in what is now Europe, but the new nation subsequently moved north-east. \nHerodotus adds: The women of the Sauromatœ have continued from that day to the present to observe their ancient customs, frequently hunting on horseback with their husbands, sometimes even unaccompanied, in war taking the field, and wearing the very same dress as the men. It was of these people that Pliny also had much to say. We are here on somewhat more solid ground, and can see how the marvellous grew out of the natural. Certainly this account of Herodotus destroys the extravagant claims put forth by some historians as to the widespread nature of the Amazonian conquests. For, after all, the Palus Mæotis is not very far from the Thermodon, and, as we see, Herodotus makes both parties absolutely unknown to each other, which could scarcely have been the case if we follow Diodorus Siculus or Apollonius Rhodius and many another of the rhetorical school of writers. Some foundation there was, however, for there is no smoke without fire. \nWe must not wonder too much that all kinds of traditions concerning the Amazons lingered on. References to them in many directions are found in the pages of chronicles and geographical treatises. Justinus says that when Alexander the Great was in Hyrcania he was visited by Thalestris, queen of the Amazons, who came at the head of 300 horse-women,\np. 54 \ntravelling twenty-five days through populous and dangerous countries to ask favours from the Macedonian conqueror. She remained thirteen days with Alexander, and returning to her country, died shortly after, and with her passed away the glory of her race. Quintus Curtius is even more circumstantial, but Arrian says Thalestris, who, according to him, came with a following of 100 Amazons all armed with double-headed axes and carrying half-moon shields, was sent as a present to Alexander by the governor of the neighbouring province. Arrian quotes with caution, and says that if these women did really come into the Macedonian camp, they must have been other warriors than the famous Amazons, in which opinion others agree with him, while many altogether dispute the truth of the alleged incidents. Plutarch says that Clitarchus, Policritus, Onesicritus, Antigenes, Ister, and several more give the story as an authentic fact, while Aristobulus, Chares of Theangela, Ptolemy, Anticlides, Philo the Theban, Philip of Theangela, Hecatœus of Eretria, Philip of Chalcis, and Duris of Samos treated the matter as a pure fable. He reports that Lysimachus, ridiculing the story when read out to him by Onesicritus, laughingly asked, Where was I at that time? which Plutarch thinks conclusive coming from so important a lieutenant of Alexander, one who must have been privy to any such event. \nThough we hear of women coming armed into battle long after the conquests of Alexander, we are told very little more about the Amazons by the Greeks themselves. \np. 55 \nMany of the later Greek writers treated the whole Amazon story as a myth, to be placed on the same level as the gigantomachia, the tales of the Gorgons, centaurs, and so on; which is probably true--that is to say, they must be looked upon as symbolical exaggerations of certain ancient facts. Strabo, Herodotus, and Pliny have been blamed by these later authors for giving credit to the legends. This is not fair so far as regards Strabo. No doubt he has much to say about the Amazons, their places of dwelling and their exploits, but in all this he is merely acting as reporter, recording the opinions of other authors and local traditions. Of his own attitude to the subject there can be no doubt, for in an outspoken passage he says: There is a peculiarity in the history of the Amazons. In other histories the fabulous and the historical parts are kept distinct. For what is ancient, false, and marvellous is called fable. But history has truth for its object, whether it be old or new, and it either rejects or rarely admits the marvellous. But with regard to the Amazons, the same facts are related both by modern and ancient writers; they are marvellous, and exceed belief. For who can believe that an army of women, or a city, or a nation, could ever subsist without men? and not only subsist, but make inroads upon the territories of other people, and obtain possession not only of the places near them, and advance as far as the present Ionia, but even dispatch an expedition across the sea to Attica? Plutarch, as we have seen, while discrediting the story of Thalestris\'s visit to Alexander, is not found among, those who doubt the existence \np. 56 \nof the Amazon state, as may be gathered particularly in his handling of the life of Theseus. While we need have little compunction in regarding Quintus Curtius and Diodorus Siculus as romancers, the reports recorded in such manner as Strabo and Herodotus do must cause us to hesitate before passing a rash judgment, and send us to inquire into the philosophy of the obscure subject. \nBoth writers and artists have given a fairly consistent idea of the costumes and equipments of the Amazons. In the early stages of their history they wore a scanty chiton, or tunic, caught up at the waist by the celebrated girdle, so that it scarcely reached the knees, the upper part being fastened over the left shoulder, leaving the right breast bare. But at a later period the robe is more ample and flowing, which probably denoted the transition from the habit of fighting on foot to the general use of the horse. It is said that the early chitons were nothing more than the skins of beasts killed in hunting. Strabo specially mentions that they make helmets and coverings for the body, and girdles, of the skins of wild animals. Of course untanned pelts have in all times and places been used for clothing, for the special reason that they afforded some sort of defence against darts and other weapons; so the use of skins of wild beasts in Asia, and of serpents in the case of the African women, merely pointed to their power having arisen while they were still in the early barbarous stages of development. In art, with the possible exception of the primitive fictile specimens, however, the drapery is generally of the nature of a textile. For defensive \np. 57 \narmour they are given low breastplates, sometimes, in the late examples, the queens\' cuirasses being adorned with the Medusa mark; greaves for the front parts of the legs, thigh plates, and helmets. The helmets at first appear to be of the Minerva type, tall, with the protecting comb, and often plumed; then they are lighter, more approaching the shape of the head; and after the Eastern adventures the high kidaris or Phrygian-like cap, occasionally with points falling over the ears and the nape of the neck, is worn. To the greaves are added sandles, a strap over the ankle to hold the spur, and in default of leg armour the lacings of the sandle may be carried half-way up to the knee. Sometimes we see, as in the interesting fragment of terra-cotta in the Towneley Collection at the British Museum, Amazons in short chitons and wearing high boots with turned-over tops and lion\'s face at the front and turned-up toes, which footgear is suggestive of Eastern influence. In the best specimens of art the feet and legs are bare, only the ankle strap for the spur being shown. After the conquests in Phrygia and expeditions to Persia, we find the Amazons in Persian raiment, consisting of close-fitting tunic and trousers, high boots, and either skull-cap helmets or the kidaris. Their shields, known as the pelta, are small, and either half-moon shaped or showing a double crescent, the outer edge forming a nearly complete circle, while the inner one is dented so as to present two concave curves and three horns; often, however, we see the completely circular target. All these three forms have been regarded as lunar emblems. \np. 58 \nTheir offensive arms consisted of the bow and arrow, the dart, javelin, and the long lance, the latter being merely the adaptation of the missile spear to the need of cavalry fighting at close quarters. A characteristic weapon was the double-headed axe, to which many attributed a symbolical meaning. It was undoubtedly looked upon as an emblem of authority, originally of divine authority, being analogous to the double thunderbolt. As a weapon, it was of Asiatic origin, and appears to have been introduced into Asia Minor by the terrible Hittites. It created great terror among both Greeks and Romans when first met with by those fighting races in the hands of Eastern hordes. Quintus Smyrnus repeats a tradition that Hercules, having ravished the sacred double-headed axe from the Amazonian queen, bestowed it on Omphale, Queen of Lydia. It is said that the axe was preserved as an emblem of regality down to the days of Candaules, last of the Heraclidæ. The sword is only rarely mentioned in connection with the Amazons, which points to extreme antiquity, or at least primitive customs. Of their skill with the bow and arrow many are the wondrous tales that are recorded. Their darts flew as rapid as a glance, as quick as thought, and so the soldiers of Marcus Crasus at a much later date said of the strange sort of arrows used against them by the Parthians. These weapons, the distressed Romans found, were swifter than lightning, reaching their mark before you can see they are discharged. The barbarians drew the arrows to the feather, and let fly with such force that they pierced light armour, fastening feet to the ground, pinning hands to shields as they transfixed the \np. 59 \nenemies\' limbs. Much the same is told us of the women warriors, for there was little protection against their strength, unless the magic of the Nemean lion\'s skin or a talismanic shield was there to protect a Hercules or an Achilles. \nAt first, according to the accounts, tactics similar to those of the old Scythians and Parthians fighting at a distance, common, indeed, to most of the early barbarians, were adopted. There was a swift rush forward, a discharge of arrows and darts, and then a speedy retreat, but a retreat which was as dangerous to the enemy as an advance, for they covered their strategic movements to the rear by a flight of arrows, aiming over their shoulders or turning half round as they fled. Every arrow had its billet. As Plutarch says of the Parthians and Scythians: It is indeed an excellent expedient, because they save themselves by retiring, and, by fighting all the while, escape the disgrace of flight. This retreat and advance seems to have been accompanied by a mazy dance as part of the tactics, in which swiftness and uncertainty of movement was the essential factor. We are told that, besides the use of trumpets, they advanced to combat to the music of the systrum, which would be in keeping with the semi-sacred, semi-barbarous dance, the waving helmet plumes, and the startling Medusa heads on the leaders\' shields. With their wider conquests we find a partial abandonment of the swift advance and retreat strategy, which was supplemented by the advance in force, entailing the adoption of the lance and double-headed axe for use at close quarters. But, as we have said, the sword was rarely associated with the Asiatic Amazons. From early times the \np. 60 \nhorse was made the companion of the youthful warrior, and the prowess of the Amazons on horseback won the admiration of all beholders, when it did not inspire terror. Theirs was always light cavalry, the horses practically without trappings save a simple bridle, and swift manœuvring being adhered to. They used the bow and arrow and the dart, as well as the lance and axe, when mounted, aiming backwards as they retreated, and even vaulting round on the horses\' backs to fight, facing the enemy though retiring. So artists have depicted the Amazons, and sculptors too have shown us these and many other tricks, which we know are quite consistent with barbarian tactics. It was one of the Greek ways of insisting upon the origin of these warriors from the bleak steppes. And so we are told that when the prisoners escaped from the galleys of Hercules, their first action on landing on the Sarmatian shore was to seize horses, and then, like wildly beautiful she-centaurs, descend with disconcerting suddenness upon the unsuspecting inhabitants. \nIn the writings of certain authors we find brief allusion to the use of nets among Amazons when in battle, the nets being thrown over enemies, who were then strangled or dispatched with the lance. No doubt this accretion to the picturesque legends is due to a poetical metaphor, symbolising either entanglement through feminine wiles, or the bewildering enveloping movements of the agile warriors, who harassed the enemy on all sides, but swiftly retired to renew the attack, so that they encompassed their opponents like the meshes of a net, out of which there appeared to be no way, for, subtly yielding, they \np. 61 \ncould not be reached or cut through. That barbarian gladiators the retiarii, who carried tridents did use nets in combats in the arena we know, but there is no mention of their employment in actual warfare. On the other hand, the use of entangling nets and knotted thongs by gods and supernatural creatures in their struggles among themselves or against man is a commonplace in most mythologies, and is closely associated with incantations and magic. \nAll these niceties of detail have reached us through the minor lights of art and literature, for it is to be observed that in the best of Greek art that has come down to us the Amazons are always treated with pleasing simplicity. The costume generally consists of short tunic; the arms, legs, head, and part of the bust are bare, though occasionally in the later sculptures the chiton is worn long, reaching well below the knee, and is somewhat ample, while sandles are shown. There is little evidence of defensive armour beyond the rare use of helmets and the small shield. The weapons are the bow and arrow, the lance, and the double-headed axe. Elaboration only comes into minor art. No doubt this studied simplicity was largely due to the desire to convey an idea of the remoteness of the scenes shown; so the Greek warriors are seen either entirely naked or very scantily clad, though they wear fine helmets and carry large shields. ",1 +3402,Blackalicious___Blazing_Arrow,happy, "Blazing Arrow \nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\nThe rays that range from Asia way to Rio De Janeiro\nA craze you crave? But work today\'s the day that in a major way\nI\'ll make you say oh look, he saved the day and also paved the way hooray!\nRocking my crew like razor blades today and days away\nFrom now okay, okay, I\'m like a laser ray keeping the stage ablaze\nAnd dangerous ways rapping the phrase that pays all things just ain\'t a phase\nBut ageless ways a cagey great displays yo hey, this ain\'t a game\nSo stays awake \'cause if you came to play you\'ll all behave insane\nAfter we change the game it won\'t remain the same I\'ll fade away!\nSo make your disc and play this tape in your Camaro\nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\n \nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road \n \nThe verbal dart, I throw a murder all my foe and kill \'em\nBut learning all and so I\'m growing while I\'m learning with \'em\nInferno, I\'ll explode returning out the globe about to blow\nNow get up out your seat, head on out the zones that I patrol\nRock and roll might tear you out the soul like blunts and alcohol\nI knock your whole toboggan for a loop and now the doubt will flow\nI\'m not the pro you wanna knock cause on the real I got the glow\nCosmic flows as I suppose that\'s how it\'s supposed to be and got to go!\nHow\'d ya know? Intuition I was on the old safe surface\nFigure out your purpose? That\'s impossible!\nBut logic will disturb the thought or focus what it\'s not is all about\nThe grow about the kind of onus only God can know\nI rock it for the chocolate, for the awkward, for the thoughtless\nIn your home or at your office, I\'m your early morning coffee sip\nWho got the ball? We roll with Navajos with double barrels\nAmazing phase your days your hazy ways my Blazing Arrow\n \nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nAnd you don\'t stop\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road\nMe and my arrow\nStraighter than narrow\nMe and my arrow\nTaking the high road5 ",0 +3264,Black_Box___Fantasy,calm, "Fantasy Every man has a place\nIn his heart there\'s a space\nAnd the world can\'t erase his fantasies \nTake a ride in the sky\nOn our ship fantasize\nAll your dreams will come true right away \nAnd we will live together\nUntil the twelfth of never\nOur voices will ring forever as one\nCome to see victory\nIn a land called fantasy\nLoving life for you and me\nTo behold to your soul is ecstasy \nYou will find other kind\nThat has been in search of you\nMany lives has brought you to recognize\nIt\'s your life now in review \nEvery thought is a dream\nRushing by in a stream\nBringing life to your kingdom of doing \nTake a ride in the sky\nOn our ship fantasize\nAll your dreams will come true miles away \nOur voices will ring together\nUntil the twelfth of never\nWe all will live on forever as one \nCome to see victory\nIn the land of fantasy\nLoving life a new decree\nBring your mind to everlasting liberty\n As you stay for the play\nFantasy has in store for you\nGlowing light will see you through\nIt\'s your day, shining day\nAll your dreams come true \nAs you glide in your stride\nWith the wind as you fly away\nGive a smile from your lips and say\nI am free, yes I\'m free\nNow I\'m on my way ",2 +6859,Demis_Roussos___My_Reason,happy, "My Reason Musique. Musique \nI sing to you ma jolie fille\nA sense of main is deep in me\nI hope you like the sound of my musique\nI saw you pass by on the walk\nI couldn\'t find the words to talk\nSo I will turn my feelings on musique \nI give you des chansons d\'amour\nFrom ancient worlds and old folklore\nWith memories and sound of my musique\nJust walk beside me hand in hand\nTo my mediterranean land\nListen to the voice of my musique\nI saw you smile inside and clear my way\nYour eyes reflecting sunlight in my heart\nYou look so happy, girlfriend, and so gay\nSo closed to me and yet so far apart\nI felt if I could take your hand\nThat you would really understand\nThe reason I sing ma chanson d\'amour",0 +1326,Angels_and_Airwaves___Secret_Crowds,happy, "Secret Crowds \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d build you an empire \n \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d fill it with wealth and desire\nA glorious past to admire\nAnd voices of kids out walking dogs\nBirds, planes, cleanest cars\n \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d love it for all that\'s inside it\nThere\'d be no more wars death or riots\nThere\'d be no more police-packed parking lots\nGuns, bombs sounding off \n \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\nIf I had my own world\nI\'d build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence \n \nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder \n \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d show you the life that\'s inside it\nThe way that it glows when you find it\nThe way it survives with its families\nFriends or its enemies\n \nLet\'s make this a new world\nI swear you can go if you want to\nI know that you have that within you\nInventing the first clean and usable\nGod\'s greatest miracle \n \nIf I had my own world\nI\'d build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence\nIf I had my own world\nI\'d build you an empire\nFrom here to the far lands\nTo spread love like violence \n \nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder\nLet me feel you carry you higher\nWatch our words spread hope like fire\nSecret crowds rise up and gather\nHear your voices sing back louder4 ",0 +2861,Ben_Lee___Into_The_Dark,happy, "Into the Dark Feelin\' Better\nSince I surrendered\nYou can\'t Climb\n\'Till Your ready to fall\nYou\'re not a land mine\nYou\'re not a gold mine\nNo you\'re not mine at all \nSo tell me baby\nCan you hear me?\nI sent a message out into the dark\nIt\'s a mystery\nWhen you\'re near me\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart\nI learnt my lesson\nFirst impressions\nMore ofern right than wrong\nIt\'s not a slow dance\nThis modern romance\nFeels like we\'ve already waited to long \nDon\'t worry baby\nThat how is should be\nI sent a message out into the dark\nI\'d rather talk to you\nAbout how it could be\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart \nI was one of those\nBreathing tornadoes\nBut now I live at the eye of the storm\nAnd it\'s all faded\nThen since the separation\nSince I let your love keep me warm \nYou tell me baby\nThat you can feel me\nI sent a message out into the dark\nWhen I kiss you\nThat\'s the real me\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart\n So tell me baby\nCan you hear me?\nI sent a message out into the dark\nIt\'s a mystery\nWhen you\'re near me\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart\nI\'ve gotta find my way to your heart ",0 +777,Alicia_Keys___Doesnt_Mean_Anything,sad, "Doesn’t Mean Anything \nUsed to dream of being a millionaire without a care\nBut if I\'m seeing my dreams and you aren\'t there\n\'Cause it\'s over, that just won\'t be fair, darlin\'\nI\'d rather be a poor woman livin\' on the street, no food to eat\n\'Cause I don\'t want no pie if I have to cry\n\'Cause it\'s over when you said goodbye \n \nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything now that you\'re gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything since you\'re gone\n \nNow I see myself through different eyes, it\'s no surprise\nWhat being alone would make you realize\nWhen it\'s over, all in love is fair\nI shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda, shoulda \n \nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything now that you\'re gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything since you\'re gone \n \nI know I pushed you away\nWhat can I do that will save our love?\nTake these material things\nThey don\'t mean nothing, it\'s you that I want \n \nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything now that you\'re gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything since you\'re gone\nI shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda, shoulda\nAll at once, I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything now that you\'re gone\nFrom afar, seems I had it all\nBut it doesn\'t mean anything since you\'re gone 4 ",1 +7748,Edie_Brickell___Lost_In_The_Moment,calm, "Lost in the Moment The register stood open as the smoke cleared the room\nAnd one man was lying over blood and a broom\nThe store door was swingin\' in a midnight breeze\nAnd another man ran through the dark and the trees \nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs \nHe ran past the motel threw his gun in the trash\nLooked down through the darkness and counted the cash\nThe man at the store was trying to stand\nLooked up through the white light and reached out his hand\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nAre you there can you hear me\nAre you there \nThe ambulance arrived but it was too late\nIn the spin of the red lights they covered his face\nHe had a wife who was waiting watching TV in bed\nWondering why he wasn\'t home yet\nTheir baby was sleeping until the telephone rang\nHe woke and he cried out but nobody came \nLost in the moment of what he needs\nLost in the moment of what he needs\nAre you there can you hear me\nAre you there \nShe doesn\'t know what they\'ll do now now that he\'s gone\nTry to get over and try to get on\nAlone in the backyard a cool afternoon\nThe tree they planted has started to bloom\nShe wanted him to see this she wanted him there\nShe wanted to kiss him and brush back his hair \nLost in the moment of what she needs\nLost in the moment of what she needs",2 +4997,Cat_Power___What_Would_The_Community_Think,calm, "What Would the Community Think My God, what would the community think?\nYou are so beautiful, you are so beautiful\nAll the things that people do in winter\nThey all melt down in the summer\nThings I never should say\nOn a very hot day \nBeen crying out in my eyes \nVacation, vacation, vacation, vacation, vacation\nMy God, what would the community think?\nYou are so beautiful, you are so beautiful 1 ",2 +6297,Damien_Rice___The_Blowers_Daughter,calm, "The Blower’s Daughter \nAnd so it is\nJust like you said it would be\nLife goes easy on me\nMost of the time \n \nAnd so it is\nThe shorter story\nNo love, no glory\nNo hero in her skies\n \nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes \n \nAnd so it is\nJust like you said it should be\nWe\'ll both forget the breeze\nMost of the time \n \nAnd so it is\nThe colder water\nThe blower\'s daughter\nThe pupil in denial \n \nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\nI can\'t take my eyes off of you\n \nOh, did I say\nThat I loathe you?\nDid I say that I want to\nLeave it all behind? \n[Chorus & Outro: Damien Rice]\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nI can\'t take my mind off of you\nMy mind\nMy mind...\nTill I find somebody new19 ",2 +2096,Au_Revoir_Simone___The_Disco_Song,happy, "The Disco Song There\'s a bad reason\nShe just can\'t stay home anymore\nExpectations rising\nLife\'s too short\nIt\'s too cliché \nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nShe knows when things are happening\nInto the night, she\'s lost again\nIt\'s like no other feeling she says\n Here I am to save the day \nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life\nWishing for the time of my life, she says\nWishing for the time of my life \nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say, and you say\nAnd you say ",0 +2296,B3___IOIO,happy, "I.O.I.O \nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O \n \nYou know I love getting up in the morning\nWhen the sun first strikes the trees\nAll the morning birds that singing above\nStill bring back memories\nOf a girl who stood beside me\nWhen the rights I did were wrong\nBut she went back down the river\nJust when I thought I could be strong\nWhen I thought I could be strong\nSo I sing\n \nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O \n \nShe never told me why she left me\nBut the letter said goodbye\nNow my mornings are for wondering\nAnd my nights to reason why\nWhy a stranger comes to steal the love\nOf a girl I had to hold\nBut she went back down the river\nJust when I thought I could be strong\nWhen I thought I could be strong\nSo I sing \n \nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O\nI.O. I. I. I. I. I. I.O.I.O ",0 +7616,Dwele___Find_A_Way,happy, "Find a Way \nMmm, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh \n \nIt used to be...we would be...the best of all friends\nIt turned to be...L-O-V-E, and I was your man, so\nYou was my, lady-friend, we spent time\nI found a way to be by your side\nThrough the ins and outs, the wrongs and rights\nAfter a while of bein\' settled down, I didn\'t know how\nTo keep the love, 'cause I was young\nI wish I knew then what I know now\nI wouldn\'t let you go, I swear I would\'ve made this love grow\nI spent a lot of time and a lot of dough\nTryin\' to match what we had and now I-I...\n \nI was hopin\' we could find a way\nSaid I was hopin\' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nTo have what we had again today\nThough it\'s been some time since you and I\nIt wouldn\'t hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love \n \nWish that I, would have known the treasures I\'d found\nI didn\'t know, until you left, I loved your smile\nJust the other day, your girl said that you can\'t stand me\nI know you don\'t mean that, can\'t we\nJust slow down a minute and talk it out\nI\'ve been, in my share, of love since then\nDon\'t know about, what you\'ve been through\nBut nothin compares to what we had\nAll I know is I need you back\nAnd I know that you need me back\nBaby, let\'s try again to find our love, oh, oh \n \nI was hopin\' we could find a way Yeah, baby\nTo have what we had again today Again today, yeah\nThough it\'s been some time since you and I Oh yeah, yeah\nIt wouldn\'t hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love Oh no, no, no\nI was hopin\' we could find a way Ah, ah\nTo have what we had again today\nTo have what we had again\nThough it\'s been some time since you and I It\'s too long\nIt wouldn\'t hurt to try It wouldn\'t hurt to try, yeah\nTo find our love Oh baby\n \nI can\'t forget I can\'t forget the times we shared\nDidn\'t know love until love was gone Oh, oh\n\'Til I moved on 'Til I moved on\nNow I\'m right back to square one again Oh, oh, oh \n \nI was hopin\' we could find a way\nI was hopin\' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nOh, oh baby\nThough it\'s been some time since you and I\nIt wouldn\'t hurt to try It wouldn\'t hurt to try\nTo find our love To find our love, yeah\nI was hopin\' we could find a way\nI was hopin\' we could find a way\nTo have what we had again today\nagain, baby\nThough it\'s been some time since you and I Oh no\nIt wouldn\'t hurt to try Hurt to try\nTo find our love Hurt to try \n \nBaby, oh no, babe\nFind our love, baby\nFind our love, baby, mmm ",0 +4458,Bruce_Springsteen___Paradise,sad, "Paradise \nWhere the river runs to black\nI take the schoolbooks from your pack\nPlastics, wire and your kiss\nThe breath of eternity on your lips \n \nIn the crowded marketplace\nI drift from face to face\nI hold my breath and close my eyes\nI hold my breath and close my eyes\n \nAnd I wait for paradise\nAnd I wait for paradise \n \nThe Virginia hills have gone to brown\nAnother day, another sun going down\nI visit you in another dream\nI visit you in another dream \n \nI reach and feel your hair\nYour smell lingers in the air\nI brush your cheek with my fingertips\nI taste the void upon your lips \n \nAnd I wait for paradise\nAnd I wait for paradise \n \nI search for you on the other side\nWhere the river runs clean and wide\nUp to my heart, the waters rise\nUp to my heart, the waters rise\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 \nI sink beneath the river cool and clear\nDrifting down, I disappear\nI see you on the other side\nI search for the peace in your eyes \n \nBut they\'re as empty as paradise\nThey\'re as empty as paradise \n \nI break above the waves\nI feel the sun upon my face1 ",1 +4472,Bryan_Adams___Its_Only_Love,happy, "It’s Only Love When the feelin\' is ended\nThere ain\'t no use pretendin\'\nDon\'t ya worry - it\'s only love \nWhen your world has been shattered\nAin\'t nothin\' else matters\nIt ain\'t over - it\'s only love\nAnd that\'s all - yeah \nWhen your heart has been broken\nHard words have been spoken\nIt ain\'t easy - but it\'s only love\nAnd if your life ain\'t worth livin\'\nAnd you\'re ready to give in\nJust remember - that it\'s only love \nYou can live without the aggravation\nYa gotta wanna win - ya gotta wanna win \nYou keep lookin\' back in desperation\nOver and over and over again \nYeah - oh yeah\nIt\'s only love - Baby\nOh baby babe - it\'s only love, love, love\nLove, Love, love \nWhen your world is shattered\nAin\'t nothin\' else matters\nIt ain\'t over - it\'s only love \nIf your life ain\'t worth livin\'\nAnd you\'re ready to give in\nJust remember - that it\'s only love\nYa - that\'s all \nYa it ain\'t easy baby\nBut it\'s only love - and that\'s allSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 1 ",0 +5654,Colbie_Caillat___Bubbly,calm, "Bubbly \nWill you count me in? \n \nI\'ve been awake for a while now\nYou\'ve got me feeling like a child now\n\'Cause every time I see your bubbly face\nI get the tingles in a silly place \n \nIt starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go\n \nThe rain is falling on my window pane\nBut we are hiding in a safer place\nUnder covers, staying dry and warm\nYou give me feelings that I adore \n \nThey start in my toes, make me crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go \n \nBut what am I gonna say\nWhen you make me feel this way?\nI just... Mmm \n \nAnd it starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose\nWherever it goes, I always know\nThat you make me smile, please stay for a while now\nJust take your time, wherever you go \n \nTa-da-dam, ta-da, da-dam, ta-da-dam, ta-da-da-da, ta-da-dam\nUm-ba, da-da, um-ba, ta-da-da-da, uhm, mm-mmh\n \nI\'ve been asleep for a while now\nYou tuck me in, just like a child now\n\'Cause every time you hold me in your arms\nI\'m comfortable enough to feel your warmth \n \nIt starts in my soul and I lose all control\nWhen you kiss my nose, the feeling shows\n\'Cause you make me smile, baby, just take your time now\nHolding me tight \n \nWherever, wherever, wherever you go\nWherever, wherever, wherever you go\nWherever you go, I always know\n\'Cause you make me smile, even just for a while31 ",2 +2060,Atlantic_Starr___Always,happy, "Always [Verse 1: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nGirl, you are to me\nAll that a woman should be\nAnd I dedicate my life\nTo you, always\nThe love like yours is rare\nIt must have been\nSent from up above\nAnd I know you\'ll stay this way\nFor always\n[Pre-Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers, Barbara Weathers]\nAnd we both know\nThat our love will grow\nAnd forever\nIt will be\nYou and me, hey \n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you\'re like the sun\nChasin\' all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou\'re the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always \n[Verse 2: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nCome with me, my sweet\nLet\'s go make a family\nAnd they will bring us joy\nFor always\nOh, boy\nI love you so\nI can\'t find enough ways\nTo let you know\nBut you can be sure I\'m yours\nFor always\n [Pre-Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers, Barbara Weathers]\nAnd we both know\nThat our love will grow\nAnd forever\nIt will be\nYou and me, hey yeah \n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you\'re like the sun\nChasing all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou\'re the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always \n \nHey, yeah \n[Chorus: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, you\'re like the sun\nChasing all of the rain away\nWhen you come around\nYou bring brighter days\nYou\'re the perfect one\nFor me and you\nForever will be\nAnd I will love you so\nFor always\n[Outro: Wayne Lewis and Barbara Weathers]\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always\nOoh, ooh\nI will love you so\nFor always1 ",0 +9108,Fiona_Apple___I_Know,sad, "TranslationsFrançaisI Know \nSo be it, I’m your crowbar\nIf that’s what I am so far\nUntil you get out of this mess\nAnd I will pretend\nThat I don’t know of your sins\nUntil you are ready to confess\nBut all the time, all the time\nI’ll know, I’ll know \n \nAnd you can use my skin\nTo bury secrets in\nAnd I will settle you down\nAnd at my own suggestion\nI will ask no questions\nWhile I do my thing in the background\nBut all the time, all the time\nI’ll know, I’ll know\n \nBaby\nI can\'t help you out\nWhile she is still around \n \nSo for the time being, I\'m being patient\nAnd amidst this bitterness\nIf you\'ll just consider this\nEven if it don’t make sense all the time\nGive it time\nAnd when the crowd becomes your burden\nAnd you\'ve early closed your curtain\nI\'ll wait by the backstage door \n \nWhile you try to find\nThe lines to speak your mind\nAnd pry it open, hoping for an encore\nAnd if it gets too late, for me to wait\nFor you to find you love me, and tell me so\nIt’s ok, don’t need to say it 7 ",1 +1016,Amber_Pacific___Fall_Back_Into_My_Life,happy, "Fall Back Into My Life I know it\'s not enough to say I\'m wrong\nYou know that I will miss you now you\'re gone\nI know it\'s not your life to see this through\nJust know that in my heart it beats for you\nSo leave a little note for me behind\nI swear I have to know the reasons why\nThis won\'t survive \nBut if you fall back into my life\nI\'d spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this world undone\nI wanna be your only one\nAnd now it\'s not the same with you away\nJust holding onto hope to save my days\nI won\'t survive\nSo just stay with me tonight and try \nBut if you fall back into my life\nI\'d spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this war unsung\nI wanna be your only one \nBut if you fall back into my life\nI\'d spend every night waking up to the beat I hear inside\nTelling me to be your only one\nBut if you fall back into my life\nI promise you I would never let another day just pass us by\nI could never leave this world undone\nI could never leave this war unsung\nI wanna be your only one",0 +596,Alabama___If_Youre_Gonna_Play_In_Texas_You_Gotta_Have_A_Fiddle_In_The_Band,happy, "If You’re Gonna Play In Texas You Gotta Have A Fiddle In The Band \nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band \n \nI remember down in Houston we were puttin\' on a show\nWhen a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled Cotton Eye Joe! \nHe said, We love what you\'re doing, boys don\'t get us wrong\nThere\'s just something missing in your song \n \nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band \n \nSo we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight\nThem Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case\nYou say y\'all all want to two-step, say you wanna do-si-do\nWell here\'s a fiddling song before we go \n \nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band \n \n \nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nThat lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man\nSo rosin up that bow for Faded Love and let\'s all dance\nIf you\'re gonna play in Texas you gotta have a fiddle in the band\nSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17 \nYee-haw!\n*tongue roll*\nOh yeah! ",0 +6097,Current_93___Calling_For_Vanished_Faces_II,sad, "Calling for Vanished Faces II If only I could take You all at once:\nI would take You for ever and ever and only so\nLose myself in You\nAnd so I smile and skip greengodlike there\nThe picture of allrage alllust and wanton\nThe Inmost Night\nAnd lay waste to the playgrounds\nThe concrete covers all\nThe grass sleeps and waits to rise again\nIt listens for the final Trumpet of\nThe Inmost Light\nAnd I clench my left hand\nThen I open it: the gods I loved\nAre alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone\nEdward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone\nAnd sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light\nThe sadness of the Inmost Light\nThe growl the grip and final sigh\nPaint by numbers of the Inmost Light\nThe plasticformillusion\nWe just have time to swallow\nBefore the doorknock of the Inmost Light\nHe waits at the door He waits at the door\nAnd if You see me try to grin and then I hide\nMyself behind a ball\nA sign I wish to play and run hideandseek\nThe sound is gay and full of joy\nIt masks the binding of our eyes\nThe scorch of all the bonefire burns\nWe hop and skip and trick and treat\nJust watch Your heart and soul and all\nAnd watch Your back - it\'s waiting there\nUnsmiling there\nThe inmost Light\nUnforgiving there\nThe inmost Light\nSo broken there\nThe Inmost Light\nHowling\nThe Inmost Light \nBad bad bad Inmost Light 1 ",1 +550,Air___All_I_Need,calm, "All I Need \nAll I need is a little time\nTo get behind this sun and cast my weight\nAll I need is a peace of this mind\nThen I can celebrate \n \nAll in all there\'s something to give\nAll in all there\'s something to give\nAll in all there\'s something to do\nAll in all there\'s something to do\nAll in all there\'s something to live\nWith you ooh\nWith you ooh-ahh\n \nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy \n \nAll I need is a little sign\nTo get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine\nGet behind the sun\nAll I need is the place to find\nAnd there I\'ll celebrate \n \nAll in all there\'s something to give\nAll in all there\'s something to give\nAll in all there\'s something to do\nAll in all there\'s something to do\nAll in all there\'s something to live\nWith you ooh\nWith you ooh-ahh \n \nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy\n \nAll I need \n \nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay\nAh ooh ayyyy\nAh ooh ayyyy-ay \nAah\nAah5 ",2 +6510,Dashboard_Confessional___The_Best_Deceptions,sad, "The Best Deceptions I heard about your trip\nI heard about your souvenirs\nI heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights\nAnd the cool guys that you spent them with\nI guess I should have heard of them from you \n \nDon\'t you see, don\'t you see\nThat the charade is over?\nAnd all the Best Deceptions and the Clever Cover Story awards go to you\nSo kiss me hard\nCause this will be the last time that I let you\nYou will be back someday\nAnd this awkward kiss that tells of other people\'s lips will be of service\nTo keeping you away\nI heard about your regrets\nI heard that you were feeling sorry\nI heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us\nWell, I guess I should have heard of that from you \n \nI\'m waiting for blood to flow to my fingers\nI\'ll be all right when my hands get warm\nIgnoring the phone, I\'d rather say nothing\nI\'d rather you\'d never heard my voice\nYou’re calling too late, too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes 1 ",1 +5567,Clinic___Harmony,sad, "Harmony I believe in harmony\nI believe in Christmas Eve\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one\'s living on their wits\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout your life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams \nI believed in destiny\nI believed your trust was free\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one\'s living with regret\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout your life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams\nOh and now we know\nNo-one ever told\nNow you can be bold \nI believed in solitude\nI believed till there was you\nFree for all the happiness\nAnd no one\'s living on their wits\nOne so kind and one so wise\nOne so kind throughout you life\nFill yourself with dreams\nFill yourself with dreams\nCome, fill yourself with dreams \nHarmony and no dilemmas\nHarmony and no dilemmas\nHarmony and no dilemmas",1 +3168,Billy_Talent___Nothing_To_Lose,sad, "Nothing to Lose \nNeed more friends with wings\nAll the angels I know put concrete in my veins\nI’d always walk home alone\nSo I became lifeless just like my telephone \n \nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\n \nNever played truth or dare\nI’d have to check my mirror to see if I’m still here\nMy parents had no clue\nThat I ate all my lunches alone in the bathroom \n \nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I can’t fight the pain \n \nTeachers said it\'s just a phase\nWhen I grow up my children will probably do the same\nKids just love to tease\nWho\'d know it put me underground at seventeen \n \nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name\nThere’s nothing to gain\nBut the days don’t seem to change\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I can’t fight the pain\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 \nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name!\nThere’s nothing to lose\nMy notebook will explain\nThere’s nothing to lose\nWhen no one knows your name!\nThere’s nothing to gain\nAnd I just died today11 ",1 +88,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Hollow,sad, "The Hollow \nRun desire, run, sexual being\nRun him like a blade to and through the heart\nNo conscience, one motive\nTo cater to the hollow \n \nScreaming feed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacify this hungering\n \nSo grow, libido, throw\nDominoes of indiscretions down\nFalling all around in cycles, in circles\nConstantly consuming, conquer and devour \n \n\'Cause it\'s time to bring the fire down\nBridle all this indiscretion\nLong enough to edify\nAnd permanently fill this hollow \n \nScreaming feed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacifying \n \nFeed me, here\nFill me up again\nAnd temporarily pacifying 16 ",1 +1416,Anna_Nalick___Wreck_Of_The_Day,sad, "Wreck of the Day \nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd the light\'s always red in the rear-view\nDesperately close to a coffin of hope\nI\'d cheat destiny just to be near you \n \nIf this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love\n \nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd I\'m thinking 'bout calling on Jesus\n\'Cause love doesn\'t hurt, so I know I\'m not falling in love\nI\'m just falling to pieces \n \nAnd if this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love \n \nMaybe I\'m not up for being a victim of love\nAll my resistance will never be distance enough \n \nDriving away from the wreck of the day\nAnd it\'s finally quiet in my head\nDriving alone, finally on my way home\nTo the comfort of my bed \n \nAnd if this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up\nIf this is giving up\nThen I\'m giving up, giving up\nOn love, on love 1 ",1 +3244,Björk___Isobel,sad, "Isobel \nIn a forest pitch-dark\nGlowed the tiniest spark\nIt burst into a flame\nLike me, like me \n \nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself\n \nIn a heart full of dust\nLives a creature called lust\nIt surprises and scares\nLike me, like me \n \nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself \n \nWhen she does it, she means to\nMoth delivers her message\nUnexplained on your collar\nCrawling in silence, a simple excuse \n \nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na \n \nIn a tower of steel\nNature forges a deal\nTo raise wonderful hell\nLike me, like me\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nMy name Isobel\nMarried to myself\nMy love Isobel\nLiving by herself \n \nWhen she does it, she means to\nMoth delivers her message\nUnexplained on your collar\nCrawling in silence, a simple excuse \n \nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na\nNa na na, na na33 ",1 +4239,Brian_McFadden_featuring_Delta_Goodrem___Almost_Here,sad, "Almost Here \nDid I hear you right?\n\'Cause I thought you said let\'s think it over\nYou have been my life, and I never planned\nGrowing old without you\nShadows bleeding through the light\nWhere the love once shined so bright\nIt came without a reason\nDon\'t let go on us tonight\nLove\'s not always black and white\nWell haven\'t I always loved you?\n \nBut when I need you\nYou\'re almost here, and I know\nThat\'s not enough\nAnd when I\'m with you, I\'m close to tears\n\'Cause you\'re only almost here \n[Verse 2: Brian McFadden & Both]\nI would change the world\nIf I had a chance, oh won\'t you let me\nTreat me like a child, throw your arms around me\nOh please protect me\nBruised and battered by your words\nDazed and shattered now it hurts\nOh, haven\'t I always loved you? \n \nBut when I need you\nYou\'re almost here, and I know\nThat\'s not enough\nAnd when I\'m with you, I\'m close to tears\n\'Cause you\'re only almost here\noooooooooh \n[Bridge: Both & Brian McFadden]\nBruised and battered by your words\nDazed and shattered now it hurts\nHaven\'t I always loved you?\n [Outro: Delta Goodrem & Brian McFadden & Both]\nBut when I need you, you\'re almost here\nWell I never knew how far behind I\'d left you\nAnd when I hold you, you\'re almost here\nWell I\'m sorry that I took our love for granted\nAnd now I\'m with you, I\'m close to tears\n\'Cause I know I\'m almost here\nOnly almost here ",1 +1648,Apollo_440___Raw_Power,happy, "Raw Power Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go\nRaw power, your power, out on the floor power\nDrum power, bass power, right in your face power, rip it up\nRaw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go \nLike a bullet from the gun, you\'re on the run\nWe got it if you want some, want some\nWe\'ll squeeze it to the last drop, from the bottom\nTo the very tip top, hip hop, don\'t stop, go!\nGo, go, go, go!\nRaw power, more power, foot to the floor power\nRaw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go \nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all \nRip it up come on, come on! \nSlam dunking state of mind, every time\nThrowing you a life-line, life-line\nWe\'ll leave the group shell-shocked from the bottom\nTo the very tip top, hip hop don\'t stop, go!\nG-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-go! \nRaw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go\nDrum power, bass power, right in your face power rip it up, trip it up\nRaw power, your power, out on the raw power here we go, here we go \nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all\nWe got to give it all or nothing at all \nTo the next side giving it the jazz rinse\n Hey, hey, hey slam dunking state of mind\nHey, hey, hey every time\nHey, hey, hey ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four four forty ",0 +7149,Dido___Look_No_Further,sad, "Look No Further \nI might have been a singer\nWho sailed around the world\nA gambler who wins millions\nAnd spent it all on girls \nI might have been a poet\nWho walked upon the moon\nA scientist who would tell the world\nI discovered something new\nI might have loved a king\nAnd been the one to end a war\nA criminal who drinks champagne\nAnd never could be caught \n \nBut among your books\nAmong your clothes\nAmong the noise and fuss\nI\'ve let it go \n \nI can stop and catch my breath\nAnd look no further for happiness\nAnd I will not turn again\nCause my heart has found its home \n \nEveryone I\'ll never meet\nAnd the friends I won\'t now make\nThe adventures that there could have been\nAnd the risks I\'ll never take \n \nBut among your books\nAmong your clothes\nAmong the noise and fuss\nI\'ve let it go\n \nI can stop and catch my breath\nAnd look no further for happiness\nAnd I will not turn again\nCause my heart has found its home3 ",1 +1608,Antony__The_Johnsons___One_Dove,calm, "One Dove One dove\nYou\'re the one I\'ve been waiting for\nThrough the dark fall\nThe nightmares, the lonely nights \nI was born\nA curling fox in a hole\nHiding from danger\nScared to be alone \nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nOne dove\nI\'m the one you\'ve been waiting for\nFrom your skin I am born again\nI wasn\'t born yesterday \nYou were old and hurt\nI was longing to be free\nI see things you were too tired\nYou were too scared to see \nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nMercy \nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy \nOne dove\nTo bring me some peace\nIn starlight, you came from the other side\nTo offer me mercy, mercy, mercy\nMercy\n Eyes open, shut your eyes\nEyes open, shut your eyes\nEyes open up1 ",2 +6651,David_Sylvian___Brilliant_Trees,calm, "Brilliant Trees When you come to me\nI\'ll question myself again\nIs this grip on life still my own \nWhen every step I take\nLeads me so far away\nEvery thought should bring me closer home \nAnd there you stand\nMaking my life possible\nRaise my hands up to heaven\nBut only you could know\nMy whole world stands in front of me\nBy the look in your eyes\nBy the look in your eyes\nMy whole life stretches in front of me\nReaching up like a flower\nLeading my life back to the soil \nEvery plan I\'ve made\'s\nLost in the scheme of things\nWithin each lesson lies the price to learn \nA reason to believe\nDivorces itself from me\nEvery hope I hold lies in my arms \nAnd there you stand\nMaking my life possible\nRaise my hands up to heaven\nBut only you could know \nMy whole world stands in front of me\nBy the look in your eyes\nBy the look in your eyes\nMy whole life stretches in front of me\nReaching up like a flower\nLeading my life back to the soil",2 +9321,Foo_Fighters___Summers_End,sad, "Summer’s End \nEarly morning without warning\nWoke me with a scare\nI had that dream again\nThat the sun was dead \nMake me warm or take me home\nIt\'s so cold in here\nCan\'t we meet somewhere\nIs it winter there?\nIs it winter there?\nThis winter\n \nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer\'s end \n \nCome on over brave my storm\nOceans overhead\nCome inside, my friend\nGetting bad out there \n \nEvery moment we have stolen\nAll we have to share\nNo one wanted them\nBut you know I did\nYou know I did\nThis moment \n \nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer\'s end\n \n \nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nSweet Virginia countryside\nI will meet you there\nBloody lips and cherry wine\nMoonshine in your hair\nJust keep staring at the sun\nPray for summer\'s end \n \nMeet me in the summertime\nMeet me in the summertime\nMeet me in the summertime\nWe can move the air\nMeet me in the summertime\nI will meet you there3 ",1 +1586,Antimatter___The_Last_Laugh,sad, "The Last Laugh And so you had the last laugh - ha ha ho...\nI laughed you off a long time ago\nYour ever changing personality never fails to tickle me at all\nYou said you were a white witch\nReminds me of a movie that you\'d seen\nWell can you still open doors with just your mind?\nIn this little space in time, I\'ve played with better things\nEverything you done...\nThe games you said you\'d won - I still remember all to well\nThe foes that fought and lost - the fools that bore your cross - I still\nRemember all to well\nAnd it\'s all a state of mind\nI\'ve seen you crave affection\nAffected minds don\'t work too evenly\nWell what did you call it when you stabbed me in the back?\nAnd rewrote in retrospect lovers pain\nWhere do you find redemption? Tucked away in pre-recorded dreams?\nDo you wake each morning wondering when it came?\nThe experiments in pain no longer here in my world",1 +501,Aimee_Mann___Ray,happy, "Ray Ray, as of today, I can\'t say things will ever be the same\nAnd that could be a shame\n\'Cause though I think I know another lonely exile when I see one\nAnd you appear to be one \nStill... \nI\'m playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you\'ve got it to spare\nI\'m playing it cool but it\'s terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there \nRay, what can I say?\nYou don\'t know me, and it\'s just wishful thinking to keep myself from sinking\nAnd hence, no evidence to support any theory I have handy\nIf you could understand me\nAnd so... \nI\'m playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you\'ve got it to spare\nI\'m playing it cool but it\'s terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there \n\'Cause you\'re as bad off as me... \nRay, can we repay ourselves for days that we\'ve lost through indecision\nWith one of recoginition?\nIf so, then here I go, 'cause some things you know...\nAnd some you just believe in\nAnd hope it comes out even \nI... \nI\'m playing it down 'cause I could really be found if you\'ve got it to spare\nI\'m playing it cool but it\'s terribly cruel 'cause I oughta be there \nI oughta be there\nI oughta be there\nI...See Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",0 +3969,Bow_Wow___Get_It_Poppin,happy, "Get it Poppin’ *dogs barking* \n \nOne two, one two\nBow Weezy, Swizz Weazy yo, yo, yo\nWOO! WOO! WOO!\nLadies and gentlemen\nLadies to the flo\' stand up\nThe fellas to the flo\'\nAs we go a little somethin like this\nWOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! yo, yo, yo\nyo, yo, yo, yo, yo WOO! WOO! WOO!\nC\'mon \n - 2X\nLet\'s get it poppin c\'mon\nLet\'s get it jumpin c\'mon\nLet\'s get it poppin c\'mon\nLet, let\'s get it jumpin c\'mon \n \nListen take a few minutes to mellow out WOO\nThe name\'s Weezy girls, I wanna tell about OW\nHow I have them yellin at the top of they lungs and\nLet\'s get it poppin, let, let\'s get it jumpin\nAin\'t nothin to the young dog, run yard\nCharts lock, soon as I bark, I\'m amongst top\nB-Wizzle, Swizzle\nIs you crazy baby, I\'m rainin, them boys just drizzle\nNo more tryin to be Like Mike \nCause even Mike Jordan\'s two boys wanna be like I\nAll I ever hear when the girls go by is\n Why am I so fly? \nI don\'t know, but uh \n \n - w/ ad libs\nI go by the name of Bow Weezy and\nAll the other little homies be easy and\nI gotta do my thing to get the cheese again\nYou can\'t see me you better believe me man talk to \'em \n \nNow I\'m back for ya, to the Swizz track for ya uh huh\nWant to get it jumpin, and I can gets that for ya uh huh\nIt\'s me, please, wouldn\'t believe uh\nThe ease that I run through them sucker MC\'s WOO\nB-Dub like fist to gloves, I fix snubs\nThat Swizz done mixes like drugs\nSo watch the club\'s get high-yi-ya OW\nFeel like Cali when I drop by UH\nWhy bodies droppin, all the mommies faintin\nWatch the candy paint change OH, gangsta ain\'t it? HEY\nAnxious to hot, they anus in the drop, get acquainted\nWith the hottest in entertainment C\'mon \n \n \n \nI can\'t lie, I love b-o-o-t-y spell it out, why?\nCause I never let it walk on by\nWhen I see it in them Shago jeans\nCrazy how baby legs bustin from the seam\nLike uh, uh, UH, all over the track\nTold her uh pardon me, uh get up in the \'lac \nJust, sit inside the Denelli and relax\nShe was Mitchell and Ness, the way she threw it back like UH WOO\nWhy must I chase the cat, as I blaze the track\nThe snare, the high hat\nThe baseline is mine, the modern time canine phenom\nNow ya\'ll sing it line from line, now c\'mon\n \n \n \nOkay, one two, one two, one two, one two\nOne two, one two, one two, one two, one two, one two\nYou just heard the sounds of Bow Wizzle, Swizz Beatz\nIt\'s serious man, ah, just a lean\nYour a grown man dog, C\'MON ",0 +463,Agnes___I_Need_You_Now,sad, "I Need You Now \nI\'m fine\nDon\'t believe it\nYou know me enough to know that\'s a lie\nI\'m close\nHard as it is to say\nTo total disaster, barely holding on \n \nI need you now\nI need you now, don\'t turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don\'t turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now\n \nOut here\nWhere I\'ve been spinning\nIt\'s nearly impossible to slow down\nOne night of your company\nMight be the only thing to keep me sane \n \nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nDon\'t turn me away, don\'t turn me away \n \nI need you now\nI need you now, don\'t turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don\'t turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now \n \nHow many times have I come to you, vulnerable like this?\nI know you have the right to question, but please don\'t ask\n \nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nOh, I need you now\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nDon\'t turn me away, don\'t turn me away \n \nI need you now\nI need you now, don\'t turn away\nI need you now, oh\nPlease don\'t turn me away\nI need you now\nI need you now \n \nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nThe clock is ticking and the fuse is burning\nCan\'t keep runnin\' from what is coming\nI need you now, I need you now\nI need you now ",1 +4773,Candi_Staton___Young_Hearts_Run_Free,happy, "Young Hearts Run Free \nWhat\'s the sense in sharing this one and only life\nEnding up just another lost and lonely wife\nYou count up the years\nAnd they will be filled with tears\nLove only breaks up to start over again\nYou\'ll get the babies\nBut you won\'t have your man\nWhile he is busy loving every woman that he can, uh-huh \n \nSay I\'m gonna leave\nA hundred times a day\nIt\'s easier said than done\nWhen you just can\'t break away\nJust can\'t break away\n \nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon\'t be no fool when love really don\'t love you\nDon\'t love you \n \nIt\'s high time now, just one crack at life\nWho wants to live in trouble and strife\nMy mind must be free to learn all I can about me, mmm\nI\'m gonna love me for the rest of my days\nEncourage the babies every time they say\nSelf-preservation is what\'s really going on today \n \nSay I\'m gonna turn loose\nA thousand times a day\nHow can I turn loose\nWhen I just can\'t break away\nWhen I just can\'t break away \n \nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nYou and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon\'t be no fool when love really don\'t love you\nDon\'t love you\n \nYoung hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon\'t be no fool when love really don\'t love you\nIt don\'t love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon\'t be no fool when love really don\'t love you\nDon\'t love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me\nMy man and me\nOh! Young hearts\nTo yourself be true\nDon\'t be no fool when love really don\'t love you\nDon\'t love you\nOh! Young hearts run free\nThey\'ll never be hung up\nHung up like my man and me2 ",0 +7813,Eels___The_Medication_Is_Wearing_Off,sad, "The Medication Is Wearing Off See this watch she gave me?\nWell it still ticks away\nThe days I\'m claiming back for me \nThe medication\'s wearing off\nGonna hurt not a little, a lot\nKeep on tickin\' you\'re not lickin\' me \nStep on a crack break your mother\'s heart\nRed light, green light, black\nSuicide e-mail do not delete\nPlug it back in the jack\nStart to be what they want you to be\nAnd you see yourself as they see you\nSunrise at the corner of Sunset and Alvarado\nI think, What the hell do I do now? \nWatch the day disintegrate\nSo I can stay up late and wait \nSee this watch she gave me?\nWell it still ticks away 1 ",1 +6721,Dead_Boys___Aint_It_Fun,sad, "Ain’t It Fun Ain\'t it fun when you\'re always on the run?\nAin\'t it fun when your friends despise what you\'ve become?\nAin\'t it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can\'t come?\nAin\'t it fun when you know that you\'re gonna die young? \nIt\'s such fun... Such fun! \nAin\'t it fun when you\'re taking care of number one?\nAin\'t it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun?\nAin\'t it fun when you j... j... j... just can\'t seem to find your tongue\n\'Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung?\nIt\'s such fun!\nWell, somebody come up to me, they spit right in my face\nBut I didn\'t even feel it! It was such a disgrace!\nI punched my fist right through the glass\nBut I didn\'t even feel it! It all happened so fast! \nIt\'s such fun! Such fun! Such... \nAin\'t it fun when you tell her she\'s just a cunt?\nAin\'t it fun when she splits and leaves you on the bum?\nAin\'t it fun when you\'ve broken up every band that you\'ve ever begun?\nAin\'t it fun when you know that you\'re gonna die young? \nIt\'s such fun! Such fun! Such...\nHaving a real fun time! Such fun! Such fun!\nNo fun...",1 +3637,Blue_October___Angel,anger, "Angel \nI\'m wishing the bath water clean\nShe hides in the back and is unseen\nI take off the mask that surrounds me\nLook me in the face, what do you see?\nI feel like a boy the age of 13\nMy body grows up, but my mind stays the same\nLook me in the face, what do you see? \n \nHow do you tell an angel\nThat you don\'t believe in God?\nWhy do I feel like such a stranger?\nI look around, I look around\nAnd all my friends are gone\n \nBut oh, would you be me?\nBecause I would be you\nOh, you\'d be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\nAnd how would you treat me?\nBecause I would treat you\nOh, you\'d be happy\nOnly if you wanted to \n \nHow do you tell your father\nThat you want him to notice you?\nWhy does this seem like such a bother?\nWhen mom says you\'d be better off dead\nBut I want to see you, I still wanna see you \n \nOh. would you call me?\nOh, it\'s not hard to\nI\'m the first one\nOh, you gave birth to\nAnd oh, would you write me\nOn my birthday?\nGraduation was yesterday\nYesterday, oh\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nHow do you hold the special victim\nWhen they push you away?\nWhen they\'ve been raped on the inside\nTorn on the outside?\nThe dirt and ugly from the stain that they try to hide\nTouched in private places, embarrassed faces\nToo scared to ask for help \n \nOh, would you be me?\nBecause I would be you\nOh, you\'d be happy\nOnly if you wanted to\nAnd how would you treat me?\nBecause I would treat you\nYou\'d be happy\nOnly if you wanted to \n \nI\'m wishing the bath water clean\nShe hides in the back and is unseen\nI take off the mask that surrounds me\nLook me in the face, what do you see?2 ",3 +4905,Cars_Can_Be_Blue___Hey_Hippie,happy, "Hey Hippie Hey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight \nJust because you drink that tea\nDoesn\'t mean you\'re better than me\nPutting nuts on your eye\nDoesn\'t mean you\'re not gonna die \nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nYou don\'t have psychic ability\nNot anymore than me\nFuck Feng Shui, fuck Tai Chi\nAnd fuck Reiki \nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight \nI know you think you\'re gonna have a thousand other lives when you die but the truth is you\'re just like every piece of matter on this planet and you\'re just gonna rot, you god damned egomaniac... and that\'s science \nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight\nHey, hippie, just want to get a few things straight",0 +6641,David_Sylvian___Ride,calm, "Ride \nMessages ran all over town\nWords without sound\nCondemned me\nAnd left me for dead\nAll over again\nIt wasn\'t the first time, but this time\nThings will never be the same \n \nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide\n \nThe chapel was burned\nRazed to the ground\nFrom the darkest of clouds\nSmall birds tumbled like rain\nTime and again\nYou may go charging at windmills\nIn these days\nAbsurdities never change \n \nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide \n \nIn the thick of the woods\nThe word is taboo\nIn the darkest of continents\nLight can deceive you\n \nRide\nRide the very thought into the ground\nIn the church of the lost and found\nThe angels cry\nRide until the darkness closes in\nUntil the ravaged soul begins\nTo reflect the open skies\nRide, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground\nIn this world of lost and found\nThe eagle flies\nRide ",2 +8708,Everything_But_The_Girl___Wrong,sad, "Wrong \nI wanted everything for a little while\nWhy shouldn\'t I\nI wanted to know what it was like\nI pushed you too far\nAnd you started laying down the law\nTill I didn\'t love you anymore \n \nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break\n \nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong \n \nSo there we both were in that little house\nJust hanging out\nYou didn\'t know what you were about\nYou turned to me as you were\nThreading daisies on a chain\nAnd you said, It\'s decision time again \n \nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break \n \nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\n \nAnd the ground\'s gonna swallow you\nI was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\nI was wrong\nI was wrong\nI wanted everything for a little while\nWhy shouldn\'t I\nI wanted to know what he was like \n \nNow you can pull a little bit\nAnd there\'s a little give and take\nAnd love will stretch a little bit\nBut finally it\'s gonna break \n \nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\nWherever you go I will follow you\n\'Cause I was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\n\'Cause I was wrong\nI was wrong\nI was wrong ",1 +4762,Camera_Obscura___Before_You_Cry,happy, "Before You Cry No sense, no style, I said I loved you for a little while\nWhen you cried no, high speed became go slow\nCome back this time, wishful thinking is going to make you mine\nPush turns to shove, I got no more room for love \nI hope you hear me, I can\'t stand you next to me\nGet lost goodbye, I\'ll smile before you cry \nI love you baby, please don\'t hate me\nYou\'re feeling a little sad tonight but you\'ll be alright\nYou\'re feeling a little sad tonight but you\'ll be alright\nYou\'re feeling a little sad tonight but you\'ll be alright",0 +5674,ColdWorld___Dream_Of_A_Dead_Sun,sad, "Dream of a Dead Sun Take a step in the land\nFull of darkness and lies\nThere\' s no living\nEverything died!\nNo pale blue sky\nNo faith in your eyes\nThis is my land of darkness built inside! \nTake away from me posessions and love!\nA new beginning. A Cold World\nWith eternal echoes from the night\nI\'ll teach you to find the light!\nThe darkness calls my name, and I will follow!\nThe night is getting colder, the frost paralyzed my pain! \nTake a step in the land\nFull of darkness and lies\nThere\' s no living\nEverything died!\nThis is my land of darkness stuck in ice!",1 +6660,David_Thomas_Broughton___Ambiguity,sad, "Ambiguity \nHow much love can a boy contain in here?\nHow many contradictions can a girl posess up there?\nWell these questions, these questions are too ambiguous\nTry to narrow down your search\nSomethings I know, it\'s hard\nSomethings I know, it\'s hard\nSomethings I know, it\'s hard \n \nIt\'s easy to forget where you came from if there\'s no question of your return\nSuch selfishnesses trivialise any tenderness as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels\nSuch selfishnesses\nSuch selfishnesses\nPronouncing every word with a rigid insensitivity, plus I struggle with the nightshade in my blood\nI really shouldn\'t say it, but I just love what the water does\n \nIt\'s easy\nStruggle with the nightshade \nIt\'s easy\nEasy\nAnd I struggle with the nightshade in my blood. x2\nEasy\nEasy\nAnd I struggle with the nightshade in my blood. x2\nEasy\nEasy\nAnd I-",1 +1545,AntiFlag___This_Is_The_End_For_You_My_Friend,happy, "This Is the End For You My Friend \nSeems every station on the TV\nIs selling something no one can be\nIf every page was torn from the magazine\nWould cash still drive the media machine?\nThe products, damage, and pursuit are endless\nIdentity can leave you selfless \n \nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can\'t forgive, I won\'t forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more\nFor more\n \nYour eyes are open but you can\'t see\nYour mouth is moving but you don\'t speak\nA blitzkrieg of images to break your will\nI hope you choke on every pill \n \nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can\'t forgive, I won\'t forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more \n \nWe will not witness this anymore\nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can\'t forgive, I won\'t forget... \n \nThis is the end for you, my friend\nI can\'t forgive, I won\'t forget\nOn and on, we sing our songs and\nOn and on, the wars wage on and\nOn and on, we sing our songs for more\nFor more 7 ",0 +6209,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Dont_Drink_The_Water,sad, "Don’t Drink the Water Come out come out\nNo use in hiding\nCome now come now\nCan you not see?\nThere\'s no place here\nWhat were you expecting\nNot room for both\nJust room for me\nSo you will lay your arms down\nYes I will call this home\nAway away\nYou have been banished\nYour land is gone\nAnd given me\nAnd here I will spread my wings\nYes I will call this home\nWhat\'s this you say?\nYou feel a right to remain?\nThen stay and I will bury you\nWhat\'s that you say\nYour father\'s spirit still lives in this place\nI will silence you\nHere\'s the hitch\nYour horse is leaving\nDon\'t miss your boat\nIt\'s leaving now\nAnd as you go I will spread my wings\nYes I will call this home\nI have no time to justify to you\nFool, you\'re blind, move aside for me\nAll I can say to you my new neighbor\nIs you must move on or I will bury you\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69 Now as I rest my feet by this fire\nThose hands once warmed here\nI have retired them\nI can breathe my own air\nI can sleep more soundly\nUpon these poor souls\nI\'ll build heaven and call it home\nCause you\'re all dead now\nI live with my justice\nI live with my greedy need\nI live with no mercy\nI live with my frenzied feeding\nI live with my hatred\nI live with my jealousy\nI live with the notion\nThat I don\'t need anyone but me\nDon\'t drink the water\nDon\'t drink the water\nThere\'s blood in the water\nDon\'t drink the water1 ",1 +6958,Destroyer___Dark_Leaves_Form_a_Thread,happy, "Dark Leaves Form a Thread Susan, the truth is\nSipping sherry branded by moonlight\'s just a game people are playing tonight \nSeriously, terror advances...so \nSorry if you should find me\nThinking of only the things that I need\nI\'ve been living in America in churches of greed––it\'s sick! \nNo, it\'s cool\nYou go. I\'ll stay\nPerfectly at home with this dread\nDark leaves form a thread!\nSo\nShould you still want me\nYou can find me down at the café\nA little bit too busy being served\nSworn enemy of the waitresses there\nA late September sunlight travels through her hair––it wants to be seen...\nNah, it\'s cool\nYou go. I\'ll stay\nPerfectly at home with this dread\nDark leaves form a thread!",0 +4928,Cascada___Miracle,happy, "Miracle \nBoy meets girl Meets girl\nYou were my dream, my world My world\nBut I But I was blind Was blind\nYou cheated on me from behind\nSo on So on my own My own\nI feel so all alone\nThough I know it\'s true It\'s true\nI\'m still in love with you \n \nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you\'ll see, it can happen to me\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you\'ll see, it can happen to me, it can happen to me\n \nMiracle Miracle, miracle \n \nDay Day and night And night\nI\'m always by your side By your side\n\'Cause I know 'Cause I know for sure For sure\nMy love is real, my feelings pure\nSo take So take a try A try\nNo need to ask me why Ask me why\n\'Cause I know 'Cause I know it\'s true It\'s true\nI\'m still in love with you \n \nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you\'ll see, it can happen to me\nI need a miracle, I wanna be your girl\nGive me a chance to see that you are made for me\nI need a miracle, please, let me be your girl\nOne day, you\'ll see, it can happen to me, it can happen to me \n \nMiracle Miracle, miracle\n \nMiracle, miracle, miracle1 ",0 +458,Afterlife___Speck_Of_Gold,calm, "Speck Of Gold Hope is all that we have\nWith each birth, every tear, we have hope, we have hope \nSpeck of gold in your heart\nEveryone, everyone\nSpeck of gold in your heart\nEvery sun, everyone \nSpeck of gold \nCold, cold ways, I won\'t\nHold you heart to this light\nOne and all, one and all\nSpeck of gold\nSpeck of gold, that we just unfolded \nLove your heart, love your heart\nSpeck of gold, everyone hold our sun\nWanna live \nSpeck of gold \nSpeck of dust on our sun\nShade our world, shade our world\nSpeck of dust on everyone\nSave our sun, save our world \nSpeck of dust on our sun\nShade our world, shade our world\nSpeck of dust on everyone\nSave our sun, save our world",2 +348,Adam_Green___Festival_Song,happy, "Festival Song Ahhhh\nOhhh I believe we have to live to die just to give\nI wanted you to say you play with me\nNow for you to touch me\nTo reach out and cut me\nJust like my mother said you\'d stand in my way \nDon\'t know it\'s not allowed to be a party\nYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it\nYou got a hole lot of good money, for nothing\nHere\'s coming down a cannonball\nStand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed\nAnd here\'s a look back to Babylon\nWhat you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of you\nAnd you\'r standing in the doorway\nDraggin your dick back to some place to lay\nYeah you\'r standing in the doorway\nDon\'t care what she\'s saying\nDon\'t know it\'s not allowed to be a party\nYou got a hole lot of good money, to live it\nMy god you trade money for your honey",0 +6719,Deacon_Blue___Ill_Never_Fall_In_Love_Again,sad, "I’ll Never Fall in Love Again What do you get when you fall in love\nA girl with a pin to burst your bubble\nThats what you get for all your trouble\nI\'ll never fall in love again \nWhat do you get when you kiss a girl\nYou get enough germs to catch pneumonia\nAfter you do she\'ll never phone you\nI\'ll never fall in love again \nDon\'t tell me what its all about\nCause I\'ve been there and I\'m glad I\'m out\nOut of those chains,those chains that bind you\nThat is why I\'m here to remind you\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nNothing but pain, lies and sorrow\nSo for at least until tomorrow\nI\'ll never fall in love again \nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI\'ll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI\'ll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI\'ll never fall in love\nWhat do you get when you fall in love\nI\'ll never fall in love",1 +4447,Bruce_Springsteen___Blinded_By_The_Light,happy, "Blinded by the Light \nMadman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat\nIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat\nWith a boulder on my shoulder feelin\' kinda older I tripped the\nMerry-go-round\nWith this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope\nCrashed to the ground \n \nSome all-hot half-shot was headin\' for the hot spot snappin\' his fingers clappin\' his hands\nAnd some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover\'s knot with a whatnot in her hand\nAnd now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand\nAnd some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy\'s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band\n \nAnd she was blinded by the light\nOh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nShe got down but she never got tight, but she\'ll make it alright \n \nSome brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east\nHe says, Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that\'s where they expect it least \nAnd some new-mown chaperone was standin\' in the corner all alone watchin\' the young girls dance\nAnd some fresh-sown moonstone was messin\' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance \n \nYeah, he was blinded by the light\nOh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nHe got down but she never got tight, but he\'s gonna make it tonight \n \nSome silicone sister with her manager\'s mister told me I got what it takes\nShe said I\'ll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break\nAnd go-cart Mozart was checkin\' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside\nAnd little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride \n \nOh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin\' backyard bombardier\nYes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card\nHe said, do what you like, but don\'t do it here\nWell I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground\nAsked him which was the way back home\nHe said take a right at the light, keep goin\' straight until night, and then boy, you\'re on your own\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 \nAnd now in Zanzibar a shootin\' star was ridin\' in a side car hummin\' a lunar tune\nYes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we\'re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon\nAnd some kidnapped handicap was complainin\' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night\nWell I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw\nA gap but figured he\'d be all right \n \nHe was just blinded by the light\nCut loose like a deuce another runner in the night\nBlinded by the light\nMama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun\nWoah, but but mama that\'s where the fun is \n \nI was blinded\nOh mama, oh mama\nI was blinded\nOh mama, oh mama\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded by the light\nI was blinded\nI was blinded6 ",0 +3404,Blackbyrds___Happy_Music,happy, "Happy Music Happy music makes you\nFeel good all the time\nHappy music takes your\nTroubles off your mind \nHappy music makes you\nFootloose and fancy free\nHappy music takes you\nWhere you wanna be \nHappy music\nGood time music\nIs our music\nFunky music\nParty music\nPlay happy music\nHappy music \nWhen you\'re jamming and\nYou want to boogie down\nPlay a hip tune that\'s\nGot a funky sound\nMake it funky, funky music\nLog on to kill this message \nHappy music makes you\nFeel good all the time\nHappy music takes your\nTroubles off your mind \nHappy music makes you\nFootloose and fancy free\nHappy music takes you\nWhere you wanna be",0 +6216,DESTRUCTION___Fear_Of_The_Moment,anger, "Fear of the Moment I - am a ready die\nThe world won\'t miss me\nYou wanna know why?\nHumanity - is out of control\nWhy should I stay and play my lousy role? \nI - can\'t stand the pain\nThe script is written\nDon\'t wanna remain\nNow - the time is right\nWon\'t be too difficult\nTo give up the last fight\nFear of the moment\nMy world is a maze with a dead end\nFear of the moment\nThe will to live is hard to defend \nIf I - would pass away\nWould they ever miss me\nMaybe just for one day?\nIf I - would have real friends\nThe dead end would make no fucking sense \nThis pain is shredding - rewind!\nThe sense of a free mind \nI - I feel the season is right\nTo attract attention and stop the fight\nWhy - you wanna know why?\nMy time isn\'t up\nI\'m not ready to die!!!",3 +3775,Bob_Dylan___Its_Alright__Ma_Im_Only_Bleeding,calm, "It’s Alright, Ma I’m Only Bleeding \nDarkness at the break of noon\nShadows even the silver spoon\nThe handmade blade, the child\'s balloon\nEclipses both the sun and moon\nTo understand you know too soon\nThere is no sense in trying \n \nPointed threats they bluff with scorn\nSuicide remarks are torn\nFrom the fools gold mouthpiece the hollow horn\nPlays wasted words, proves to warn\nThat he not busy being born\nIs busy dying\n \nTemptation\'s page flies out the door\nYou follow, find yourself at war\nWatch waterfalls of pity roar\nYou feel to moan, but unlike before\nYou discover that you\'d just be one more\nPerson crying \n \nSo don\'t fear if you hear\nA foreign sound to your ear\nIt\'s alright, Ma, I\'m only sighing \n \nAs some warn victory, some downfall\nPrivate reasons, great or small\nCan be seen in the eyes of those that call\nTo make all that should be killed to crawl\nWhile others say don\'t hate nothing at all\nExcept hatred \n \nDisillusioned words like bullets bark\nAs human gods aim for their mark\nMake everything from toy guns that spark\nTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark\nIt\'s easy to see without lookin\' too far\nThat not much is really sacred\n \nWhile preachers preach of evil fates\nTeachers teach that knowledge waits\nCan lead to hundred-dollar plates\nGoodness hides behind its gates\nBut even the President of the United States\nSometimes must have to stand naked \n \nAnd though the rules of the road have been lodged\nIt\'s only people\'s games that you got to dodge\nAnd it\'s alright, Ma, I can make it \n \nAdvertising signs that con\nYou into thinking you\'re the one\nThat can do what\'s never been done\nThat can win what\'s never been won\nMeantime, life outside goes on\nAll around you \n \nYou lose yourself, you reappear\nYou suddenly find you got nothing to fear\nAlone you stand with nobody near\nWhen a trembling distant voice, unclear\nStartles your sleeping ears to hear\nThat somebody thinks they really found you\n \nA question in your nerves is lit\nYet you know there is no answer fit\nTo satisfy, ensure you not to quit\nTo keep it in your mind and not forget\nThat it is not he, or she, or them, or it\nThat you belong to \n \nBut though the masters make the rules\nFor the wise men and the fools\nI got nothing, Ma, to live up to \n \nFor them that must obey authority\nThat they do not respect in any degree\nWho despise their jobs, their destiny\nSpeak jealously of them that are free\nDo what they do just to be\nNothing more than something they invest in \n \nWhile some on principles baptized\nTo strict party platform ties\nSocial clubs in drag disguise\nOutsiders they can freely criticize\nTell nothing except who to idolize\nAnd say God bless him \n \nWhile one who sings with his tongue on fire\nGargles in the rat race choir\nBent out of shape from society\'s pliers\nCares not to come up any higher\nBut rather get you down in the hole\nThat he\'s in \n \nBut I mean no harm, nor put fault\nOn anyone that lives in a vault\nBut it\'s alright, Ma, if I can\'t please him \n \nOld lady judges watch people in pairs\nLimited in sex, they dare\nTo push fake morals, insult and stare\nWhile money doesn\'t talk, it swears\nObscenity, who really cares\nPropaganda, all is phony \n \nWhile them that defend what they cannot see\nWith a killer\'s pride, security\nIt blows the minds most bitterly\nFor them that think death\'s honesty\nWon\'t fall upon \'em naturally\nLife sometimes must get lonely \n \nMy eyes collide head-on with stuffed\nGraveyards, false goals, I scuff\nAt pettiness which plays so rough\nWalk upside down inside handcuffs\nKick my legs to crash it off\nSay, okay, I\'ve had enough\nWhat else can you show me? \n \nAnd if my thought-dreams could be seen\nThey\'d probably put my head in a guillotine\nBut it\'s alright, Ma, it\'s life, and life only18 ",2 +4948,Cassandra_Wilson___A_Little_Warm_Death,calm, "A Little Warm Death A Little Warm Death\nA Little Warm Death won\'t hurt you none\nCome on Relax with me\nLet me take away your physicalities \nOne little warm death coming up\nOne little warm death with me tonight \nA little sweet death\nOne little cherry breathless mist\nFeels like eternity\nThere\'s nobody here, Just you and me\nOne little warm death coming 'round\nOne little sweet death with me tonight \nIn and out of stages\nLike the fazes of the moon\nIt can shine so brightly\nLet the fullness soon come soon come soon \nBut now I feel you near me\nSee you much more clearly\nI can hardly wait to\nFeel you moving through my world oh my world \nIsn\'t deep without you \nOne little warm death?. Come have one \nLittle warm death with me tonight \nIn and out of stages\nLike the phases of the moon\nWe can shine so brightly\nLet the fullness soon come soon come soon \nBut now I feel you near me\nSee you much more clearly and\nI can hardly wait to\nFeel you moving through my world oh my world\n Isn\'t deep without you \nOne little warm death?. Come have one \nLittle warm death with me tonight\nDie in my arms tonight \nDon\'t be afraid \nOne One little warm death ",2 +443,Aesop_Rock___Food_Clothes_Medicine,anger, "Food, Clothes, Medicine Fuck me! \n \nTwo shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans\nFood, clothes, medicine\nWheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo\'s ghost predators\nFood, clothes, medicine\nI think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates\nFood, clothes, medicine\nPeace, the whipper-snapper generation greet \'em with a full blown pistol pull\nFood, clothes, medicinal\nVariety, for every plastic orange bottle\nThe tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets\nSuit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths\nFor the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think\nHunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get\nWhen bourgie hopes hellions\nFood, clothes, medicine, alumni\nBum, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar\nLet\'s bet it melts together\nLet\'s get these men some shelter\nThree hots and a cot with Quaaludes\nOn a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff, Staff\nIt\'s a bath house for brave soldiers\nWhen they coordinate to fornicating whores in maid\'s clothing\nSip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box\nFrankie says, Relax , 20 says he snaps, safe wager\nHell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee\nNever returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me\nWalk on glass, cruise cloaked residents\nBang on doors, food, clothes, medicine\nUnited we stand to all our parties click\nI divide and conquer cause frankly I\'d rather sit\nWe saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces\nHatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers\nNow Major Aes route the following order\nTo all his crew\'s chromed generals\nFood, clothes, medicine\n \nWalk on glass, bang on doors\nTalk all trash, hang on whores\nWalk on cash, bank on wars\nLike food, clothes, medicine, it\'s yours\nIt\'s yours, it\'s yours, it\'s yours \n \nWe rotate protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence\nFood, clothes, medicine\nMartyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens\nFood, clothes, medicine\nWell y\'at\'s a quick example accept as commitment\'s castle, cool, dope, excellent\nFood, clothes, medicine\nIt\'s tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, coke, heroin\n...\nI\'ll bite the hand that feeds\nChew the steak and spit the knuckles back\nStitch \'em up and give em dap, before his brother\'s rubberneck\nIron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium\nWith chicken and mass serotonin drifting into gravy-dom\nSave me some, scallywags hold your breath\nThe curmudgeon\'s gun dusty like the road to death\nBag a pin stripe my lizard kisser no kill switch\nJust a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip\nI wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era\nCruise through liquid bubble gum, fever, death, and Christmas sweaters\nThrough juice saccharin fast food studied holdin\' cliff\'s notes vendors\nNow holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better\nThese are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts\nBelly ache-killins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate\nPollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards\nIn the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it\nZinger!\nJimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup\nMother\'s watching babies near to preachers keen on fist fucks\nKeep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up!\nFood, clothes, medicine, cause hungry, naked, sick, sucks!\nCollide your worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance\nAnd curb them herbie love bug by the cursive final curtain clamp\nAnother savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth\nI played that who knows, food, clothes, fuck it, I\'m out\n ",3 +8221,Emiliana_Torrini___Thinking_Out_Loud,sad, "Thinking Out Loud Like the leaves at my feet\nHe\'s a victim of gravity\nThe unbearable colour of things\nGets him down\nAnd as his raincoat covers me\nWe know it was never raining \nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI\'m sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nThinking out loud\nLike strings in a fan\nHis shoelaces are undone\nThe solitude reflection of his fate\nGets him down\nAnd as his shadow covers me\nI thought he was only sleeping \nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nSorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud? \nHis clothes on the floor\nUnderwear silver lined\nThe smell of lavender and tar\nBrings me down\nAnd if the telephone should ring\nGod knows it could never be him \nI\'m sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI\'m sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI\'m sorry it was me\nWas I thinking out loud?\nI\'m sorry it was me\nThinking out loud",1 +2591,Beastie_Boys___Crawlspace,happy, "Crawlspace Oh\nYeah\nHey Yo\nThis is a dedication to all you back stabbing biting MC\'s\nScratching like you got fleas\nKnow what I\'m saying?\nYo. We watchin\' you son\nWe up on the roof\nDown in the celler\nAnd up in the crawlspace\nListen fool, I got my eye on you son\nWhat? \nThere\'s a party going on in here for real\nI got more product than Ron Popeil\nSo deal with that, troop; We\'re troopers\nThe only air time you get is on bloopers\nBeastie Boys in the place, up in the space\nSo renovate or evacuate\nYou better think twice before you start flossin\'\nI been in your bathroom often\nTaking punk MC\'s out I\'m all about\nMy to-do list today is turn the party out\nGetting hot in here, no room to breath\nI got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep\nNo I\'m not Herman Munster nor Dr. Spock\nI go by the name of the King Adrock\nSo here\'s a match my ass and your face\nListen when I tell you, dog;\nI\'m in your crawl space \nYou\'re in front of my house and you know that\'s wack\nBite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack\nYou suckers try to front like you\'ve got the force\nBut I\'ll slay like Vader, sip you for a first course\nDon\'t even get me started on intercourse..\n*Ahhhh!*\nDon\'t step into my zone or even periphery\nCan\'t grab a hold of my style, it\'s too slippery\nThe way you act a fool, son, you can\'t erase\nAndyou running on your way like steeple chase\nYou tried to take my title, put it back in place\nBut now you\'re busted wearing panties and lace\nSteeling my style from my trophy case\nBut my drive\'s secure like on an army base\nYou\'re sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase\nBut you ain\'t never gonna catch me;\nI\'m in your crawl space\n Schematics, blueprints and microfilm\nCalibrate your sonar when I\'m in your realm\nCause you know we\'re getting scarier and scarier\nAnd this extends beyond the Tri-State Area\nOmnipresent and omnipotent\nMy rhymes are whales and yours are rodents\nThis means huge compared to very small\nYou look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?\nCause these rhymes are two hundred proof\nThey\'re like anvils lined up on a roof\nWaiting to drop on your corny melon\nCause were not buying what you\'re selling\nFirst you want to battle then you start to whine\nYou\'re looking hungry, it must be snack time\nSo run home where you feel safe\nBut don\'t sleep, Cochese\nI\'m in your crawl space ",0 +9642,Fun_Lovin_Criminals___King_Of_New_York,calm, "King Of New York \n \nFrankie was a mook from the block we used to live on\nThe wanna be the gangster\nThe wanna be the dapper Don, Don John\nOn the wall, an\' said\n I\'m your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul \nHe\'s losing his grip, like Pesci, he\'d flip\nIf you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip\nHe wasn\'t okie-dokie running around like Don Quixote\nTrying to free a man, he didn\'t even know B\nHe had the roots and he bought the suits\nAnd the boys didn\'t like him to tell you the truth, yeah\nHe had J.G. on his pinky ring\nAnd he lied about doing some time up in Sing Sing\nFlipped one fine Summer afternoon\nHe told his brother Pauli, something had to be done soon \nHe took Pauli and a couple of boys\nAnd decked the Coupe de Ville to Illinois\n \nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York, the King of New York! \n \nHe got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club\nTwo sticks of dynamite, a .38 Snub\nHe went to see the Don, without an invitation\nAnd stood outside the gate with this three man demonstration\nThey was waving picket signs, and the C.O. saw a nine\nAnd only Pauli got away with the skin on his behind\nBack in the borough, the cops are acting thorough\nThey raided Frankie\'s room\nThat\'s when they saw his bureau echo\nUpon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope\nAbout how he was breaking John out and how he couldn\'t cope\nIt said, I don\'t fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York \nIt said, I don\'t fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York \nIt said, I never fly coach, never save the roach...\nThe King of New York, The King of New York \n \nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\n \n \nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York!\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, la-di da-di, la-di\nLa-di da-di, free John Gotti, the King of New York man, the King of New York! \n \nThe King of New York!!\nlooped with scratching till the fade out ",2 +5163,Charlotte_Martin___Up_All_Night,happy, "Up All Night It\'s 3 AM and I have been in my head for quite some time\nEvery fear, every tear has been swirling in my mind\nAnd there are still a hundred reasons I shouldn\'t walk away\nDo I love you if I leave you? You have no name \nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nI was up all night\nWhen morning comes, I will tell you it\'s life I have to chase\nBut every song that I sing will be written by your face\nAnd if you\'re really meant to be then you\'ll be back again\nAnd I watch as your beginning turns into the end \nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nIf it\'s you or if it\'s me I save\nI\'m still throwing it all away\nI was up all night \nWith a kick inside in the dark you hide\nAnd we both know how the end will be\nIn your little tide with your eyes shut wide\nAnd we both know how the end will be\nHow it will be \nI was up all night\nWaiting for some kind of miracle\nI was up all night\nFeeling all alone in the universe\nIf it\'s you or if it\'s me I save\nI\'m still throwing it all away\nI was up all night",0 +7671,Echo__The_Bunnymen___Ocean_Rain,sad, "Ocean Rain \nAll at sea again\nAnd now my hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship\'s a-sail\nCan you hear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves \n \nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts\n \nI\'m at sea again\nAnd now your hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship\'s a-sail\nCan you hear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves... \n \nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts \nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts \n \nAll at sea again\nAnd now my hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain\nTo bathe me again\nMy ship\'s a-sail\nHear its tender frame\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath your waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nScreaming from beneath the waves\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91 \nAll hands on deck at dawn\nSailing to sadder shores\nYour port in my heavy storms\nHarbours the blackest thoughts1 ",1 +1035,Amel_Larrieux___try_your_wings,happy, "Try Your Wings \nIf you\'ve never been in love\nAnd you\'re longing for the happiness it brings\nTry your wings\nIf your hungry for the sound\nOf a lover saying sentimental things\nTry your wings \n \nEven the tiniest bluebird\nHas to leave its nest to fly\nWhat a bluebird can do\nYou can do too if you try\n \nIf you\'ve always had a dream\nAnd you\'ve been afraid that it would not come true\nHither to\nFall in love and you will find\nThat it\'s just what you\'ve been dreaming of \n \nThe first love never comes twice\nSo take this tender advice\nWhen it comes, try your wings and fly to the one you love\nThe first love never comes twice\nSo take this tender advice\nWhen it comes, try your wings and fly to the one you love",0 +7405,Donell_Jones___Spend_The_Night,happy, "Spend The Night \nListen girl, its getting hot in here\nAnd ya making me feel\nLike you wanna do something, oh girl\nWhats on your mind\nI can\'t take much more of this bumpin and grindin \nDon\'t stop watcha doing to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours\n \nAll up on me playin it close\nYou can\'t stop it won\'t stop rollin?\nShorty what you feelin like\nYou can come and spend the night \nAll up on me playin it close\nYou can\'t stop it won\'t stop rollin?\nBaby girl if you like\nYou can come and spend the night \n \nOh Girl\nIts on in here, that belivedre got you open up wide\nAnd ohh girl\nSince we locked eyes\nSaid it\'s so surreal, that we both can not fight it ooh yeah \nDon\'t stop said don\'t stop watcha doing to me said to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more make me want you more and more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me yeah\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours \n \n \nOh girl, its that time\nFeels good to know your leaving here with me tonight\nCuz your in the mood, so am I\nAnd the sky is not the limit, we gone see how well I give it ooh yeah\n Don\'t stop watcha doing to me\nBaby you gone make me want you even more you make me want you more and more\nAct just like you want me, back that ass up on me\nWe can take this party, to my place or yours to my place or yours baby \n ",0 +3289,Black_Eyed_Peas___Karma,happy, "Karma \nYeah, yeah\nWatch out \n \nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n \nI\'m the caboose of the wrong doings you produce\nThe wild tail of the tornado running loose\nYou tie the noose, I kick the chair\nI\'m the cyanide that snatch your life while you gasp for air\nThe echo of the Fuck you that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones\nThe thief that took your son, held by ransom Gimme back my son!\nThe pervert that raped your wife\nThe hand that held the knife that took your life\nYou shot 2Pac and Biggie\nNow I\'m coming after you like V-W-X-Y-Z\nThis is cause and effect, the domino effect\nThe What goes up, must come down effect\nYou hopin\', though, that you had a hand in doin\' the doin\'\nThe conclusion of the evil that you ended and started pursuing \n \nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n \nThis is the payback from the past\nYou threw me down like I was just a piece of trash\nYou gave me cash every week just enough to live\nBut didn\'t get what I deserved instead I was deceived\nStill young and didn\'t know about this in the street\nOf the acts, so crass and shady\nDon\'t crush your dreamshow and your whole entity\nSubliminally you\'re on the hire from a slavery\nRemember that What goes around, comes around \nGod is watching you and everything that you do\nDo you remember everything that you did before?\nThe way the bad action opens karmic door\nI\'ma leave it up to God what he got for you\nI\'ma leave it up to Him what he got for me\nAnd he\'s watching you \n \nYeah, yeah\nWatch out \n \nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\n \nYeah, yeah, you can\'t run away No, no, no\nYou know, it\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nAnd don\'t ignore it No, no, no\nYou know why, it\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, you can\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah \n \n\'Cause one way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya\nOne way or another\nIt\'s gonna find ya\nIt\'s gonna get ya-get ya-get ya-get ya \n \nYeah, yeah\nNigga \n \nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nYeah, yeah\nWatch out \n \nCan\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou can\'t run away No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah\nDon\'t ignore it No, no, no\nIt\'s gonna get ya Yeah, yeah, yeah \n \nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running\nAin\'t no running from\nKarma, and no running \n \nYeah, yeah\nGood God\nSucka2 ",0 +7779,Edyta_Gorniak___I_Dont_Know_Whats_On_Your_Mind,calm, "I Don’t Know What’s On Your Mind I don\'t know what\'s on your mind\nBut I know what\'s in your heart\nThere\'s a distance in your eyes\nYou\'re not as strong as you think you are\nEverybody needs somebody\nYou\'re gonna need somebody too\nI\'m right in front of you \nYou don\'t see me - you don\'t hear me\nYou\'re giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don\'t answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you\nI don\'t know what\'s on your mind\nBut I know what\'s in your heart\nWhy you fighting, what you know is right\nBaby come inside my arms\nCos everybody needs somebody\nSoon you\'re gonna need somebody too\nI\'m right in front of you \nYou don\'t see me - you don\'t hear me\nYou\'re giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don\'t answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you \nWhy ya holding back - ain\'t no sense don\'t make no sense\nBreak down your defences\nWhy ya holding back - ain\'t no sense don\'t make no sense\nBreak down your defences \nYou don\'t see me - you don\'t hear me\nYou\'re giving me the cold shoulder\nYou leave me in the dark\nWhen I call you - you don\'t answer\nThe only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I ever wanted\nWas to be with you - and hold you in my arms - to be with you",2 +430,Aerosmith___Kings_And_Queens,happy, "Kings and Queens \nLong ago in days untold\nWere ruled by Lords of greed\nMaidens fared with gold\nThey dared to bare their wombs that bleed \nKings and queens and guillotines\nTaking lives denied\nStarch and parchment laid the laws\nWhen bishops took the ride\nOnly to deceive\nOh I know I lived this life afore\nSomehow know now truths I must be sure\nTossing turning nightmares burning dreams of swords in hand\nSailing ships the Viking spits the blood of father\'s land\nOnly to deceive \nLiving times of knights and mares\nRaising swords for maidens fair\nSneer at death fear only loss of pride \nLiving other centuries\nDeja vu or what you please\nFollows true to all who do or die \nScreams of no reply they died\nScreams of no reply and died\nLordy lordy and then then they died\nLordy no then they died \n \nLive and do or die\nLong ago were days I told...Lord they died\nKings and queens and guillotines\nLive and no reply they died\nLong ago were days I told\nKings and queens and guillotines",0 +9249,Florence__The_Machine___Hardest_Of_Hearts,sad, "TranslationsPortuguêsHardest of Hearts \nThere is love in your body but you can\'t hold it in\nIt pours from your eyes and spills from your skin\nTenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks\nAnd the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts \n \nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\n \nThere is love in your body but you can\'t get it out\nIt gets stuck in your head, won\'t come out of your mouth\nSticks to your tongue and it shows on your face\nThat the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste \n \nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut you\'ll never know what a fool I\'ve been\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut that\'s no excuse for the state I\'m in \n \nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts \n \nThere is love in our bodies and it holds us together\nBut pulls us apart when we\'re holding each other\nWe all need something to hold in the night\nWe don\'t care if it hurts when we\'re holding too tight \n \nThere is love in your body but you can\'t get it out\nIt gets stuck in your head, won\'t come out of your mouth\nSticks to your tongue and it shows on your face\nThat the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 \nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut you\'ll never know what a fool I\'ve been\nDarling heart, I loved you from the start\nBut that\'s no excuse for the state I\'m in \n \nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts\nThe hardest of hearts \n \nMy heart swells like the water in waves\nCan\'t stop myself before it\'s too late\nHold on to your heart\nBecause I\'m coming to take it\nHold on to your heart\nBecause I\'m coming to break it \n \nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on The hardest of hearts\nHold on, hold on\nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on\nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on \nThe hardest of hearts Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on6 ",1 +5604,Coalesce___What_Happens_on_the_Road_Always_Comes_Home,anger, "What Happens On The Road Always Comes Home We all know why you are still\nHanging on to this\nWe all know why you\'re hanging on\nEither to run away\nFrom your family\nWe all know why you\'re hanging on\nOr to be something you\nCan no longer be\nWe all know why you\'re hanging on\nI think that maybe time\nHas caught up with you\nAnd it\'s time to get your\nPriorities straight\nAnd to take what you\'ve learned and pass it down \nAnd those old men\nThey lied to us\nWhat happens on the road\nAlways comes home \nAnd those old men\nThey lied\nWhat happens on the road\nAlways comes home\nAnd if it didn\'t\nThen there is no point\nOther than narrowly\nAvoiding divorce\nThree or so\nTimes a year\nWith no life lived\nTo show for it\nAnd what\'s the point?\nWith no life lived\nWith no life lived\nTo show for it \nSometimes, I want to live again\nJust like the kids I traveled with\n Oh, so much more to do\nSo much more to see \nBut I think maybe time has\nCaught up with me\nYou see, when her eyes light up\nIt all seems trivial\nTo ever leave again\nI will never leave again ",3 +4406,Brother_Ali___Walking_Away,sad, "Walking Away \nGo ahead and wager that you never listen to another song of mine\nI can\'t say I blame you either\nCause if you made records you ain\'t gonna catch me listening to that shit\nBut if you do I just want you to know, I didn\'t make this to hurt you\nGod knows, you done hurt enough\nJust... I don\'t know, try to make some real shit, you know \n \nBye, you ain\'t never gonna see me again\nIf I can help it, little fellow take it easy\nFresh out of forced tears, kisses and hugs\nYou about to lose the company your misery loves\nAin\'t never did nothing but try to kill your disease\nAt least help the symptoms, instead you infected me\nI\'m not the kind of man to draw a line in the sand\nIf you gotta draw at all then it\'s time for you to scram\nP.S., you can keep all this shit\nAnd hang around your broke friends and call yourself rich\nThe struggling I did with you was all for nothin\'\nIt was never enough, your heart set on suffering\nI admit that I was weak in the beginnin\'\nI wanted someone to need me instead of a friendship\nI didn\'t think I deserved a true partner\nSo I transferred the arrangement I had with my mama\n \nSince you never listen to a word I ever said\nMaybe seeing this door slam, will get it through your head\nI don\'t love you, I don\'t think I ever did\nAnd if you hadn\'t tried to kill me, I\'d stayed for the kid \n X 2\nThere\'s nothin\'more for us to say\nGot my mind made up, I\'m walking away\nSometimes we just outgrow the role that we play\nHope you find a happy ending to you story someday \n \nRound and round and round we used to go\nI never fucked you right or made enough bread, I know\nIf I\'m such a bastard, and mistreated you so\nThen how is it you\'re losing your mind to see me go?\nTruth be told, I held you together\nFor all them years, and I cheated on you never\nDefended your honor, took in your mama\nWhen she tried to rehab and had you back through the drama\nYou got a sick stone under your ribs\nWhere a heart is suppose to live\nSick, twisted and vindictive, with your windows dim\nBaby, you\'re not wicked hard bull fish, you must shiver\nHow you threaten to kill the most precious\nGift that you\'ll ever be blessed with?\nUnless you\'re twisted, demented and depressed and shit\nAnd alone cause you faithfully slayed your friendships\n \n X 2 ",1 +6024,Crooked_Fingers___New_Drink_For_The_Old_Drunk,sad, "New Drink for the Old Drunk Would you try--\nCould you buy a new drink for the old drunk\nIt\'s no crime to resign misery with a bottle\nYou walked into town without making a sound\nAnd you slipped and you slammed your face into the crowd\nAs you tried to forget all the words that were said\nTo deny all the things that you keep in your head \nWhen you came you were new but today you\'re much older\nYou were spent so you went to get used in the corner\nWhere they kicked you around like a rodeo clown\nAnd it echoed through town they were beating you down\nAnd as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt\nAll at once you were cause for a pitiful cure\nHours pass by half forgotten\nNight turns black cause it\'s rotten\nAnd we slide right to the bottom\nOur tongues made out of cotton\nEyes seal shut in a slumber\nTil we hear someone mumble\nCould you spare from the tumbler\nA new drink for the old drunk \nNow you waste all your days in the dark in the corner\nWithout light without grace where you wait for the slaughter\nWhere they spit in your face as the hours grow late\nAnd they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate\nAnd you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate\nAll the doom in this pitiful room you create \nHours pass by half forgotten\nNight turns black cause it\'s rotten\nAnd we slide right to the bottom\nOur tongues made out of cotton\nEyes seal shut in a slumber\nTil we hear someone mumble\nCould you spare from the tumbler\nA new drink for the old drunk",1 +9284,Flunk___Skysong,happy, "Skysong You\nYou\nYou \nYou know that our love affair is a bit like the rainbow\nUnpredictable, still it\'s one of nature\'s greatest shows\nSoon come fall, it\'s the best excuse for doing nothing at all\nThere\'s people and there\'s sunshine, it\'s a perfect day for wasting time \nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nYou should know the beauty of life, is the beauty of falling in love\nStill sometimes the future seems too hard to swallow\nAnd you know there\'s an ocean of time, starting tomorrow\nThere\'s people and there\'s sunshine, it\'s a perfect day for wasting time \nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars \nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars \nLooking at the sky\nLooking at the sky \nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars\nLooking at the sky\nHearing sound of guitars",0 +8182,Emerson_Drive___Fall_Into_Me,happy, "Fall Into Me \nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me\nYou say you\'ve turned it off\nHid your heart up on a shelf\nScared of what it might cost\nTo take it down for someone else\nCause loving him you lost\nToo much of yourself\nBaby can\'t you see\nThat he\'s\nNot me\n \nAnd I need you\nTo know you can\nFall into me\nThat my arms\nAre wide open and\nWill always be\nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me \n \nI\'ll follow any road\nAnywhere to get to you\nI\'ll open up my soul\nIf that\'s what you need me to do\nNow baby it\'s your move\nAll you got to do is believe\nIn love\nJust believe\nIn us \n \n \nJust believe in love\nJust believe in us\n \nBaby I need you\nTo know you can\nFall into me\nThat my arms\nAre wide open and\nWill always be\nRight here waiting\nStaying strong\nCome and\nFall into me\nCome and\nFall into me ",0 +2025,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Speed,sad, "Speed \nNews, drug abuse to the future and the hypocrites cry:\nWho dies next?\nAnd I tell you a story from the underground; nothing funny about\nGet down to get hyped\nKill me and no one\'s gonna miss me\nFeel the heat of the highway\nTo the car to the key of reality, forward \n[Verse 1AB: Hanin Elias & Carl Crack]\nMore and more and more and there\'s no way back\nBored I am, yes I can\nYou may not count in the new world order!\nAnd now it\'s time to die 'cause I can see the sun\nThe end is near I\'m feeling high\nHow fast can I run?\n \nRisin\', risin\' to the top\nThe pills are ready to be dropped\nOne, two, three and four\nGot the joker, shoot the score \n[Chorus: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! \n \nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed! \n[Verse 2A: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nTomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow\nThere is no future in the western dreamin\'\nWe feel it, we must beat 'em\nIt\'s too late to create a new world\nAlternative living it must be given a chance\nWater the problem\'s solution\nNo solution if you can\'t use it\n \nAnd then I heard the siren of the police\nMy blood went up to 90 degrees\nYou can\'t see white cats in the snow\nOh human being, how low can you go? \n \nRisin\', risin\' to the top\nThe pills are ready to be dropped\nOne, two, three and four\nGot the joker, shoot the score \n[Chorus: Carl Crack & Hanin Elias]\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! Just wouldn\'t believe it!\nSpeed! \n \nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\nSpeed! Speed!\n \nSpeed! ",1 +2320,Babyshambles___There_She_Goes,sad, "There She Goes I, I do declare\nI was surprised to see you stayed\nOnly to be betrayed\nBy the one you gave all your love and trust to \nAnd tell me how could I let go\nSince I caught a glimpse of your immense soul\nYou were dancing to northern soul\nJust one glance, ah when you know.. \nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nOn the dirty road to fame\nDirty road to fame, my love, now oh\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nYou\'re going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again\nMy love, now oh\nI was to implore\nThat you forget all you saw\nWhen you came through my door\nAnd from your bag you pulled out more skag than I´d ever seen\nNo! How could I let go?\nSince I caught a glimpse of your white Plimsoles\nTwisting and turning to northern soul\nJust one glance, ah well you know\nEverybody knows \nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nOn the dirty road to fame\nDirty road to fame, my love, now oh\nThere she goes a little heartache\nThere she goes a little pain\nMake no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake\nYou walk the plank again, walk the plank again\nMy love, now oh\nThere she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goes",1 +34,10cc___Tokyo,sad, "Tokyo \nTransistorised and anodised\nChrome plated, squeaky clean\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you \n \nYou\'re trembling, you\'re choking\nBut you\'re magical to me\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\n \nKimonos and Geisha girls\nFrom grade one down to three\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you \n \nLand of the rising sun\nYou have taken my heart away\nWith your beauty you nearly blinded me\nIn your beauty I want to stay\nI bow to you with my heart\nI think of you every day\nWhen I dream you are there beside me\nBut when I waken you\'re far away \n \nPerfection in miniature\nWith tiny hands, smiling eyes\nOh Tokyo, oh Tokyo\nOh Tokyo I love you\nTokyo",1 +328,Acid_Bath___Bleed_Me_an_Ocean,sad, "Bleed Me an Ocean \nLet the blackness roll on \n \nMother\'s cool reptilian womb\nAin\'t so cold tonight\nMy fingers trace the exit wounds\nBy graveyard light\nThere\'s bone dust in my throat and everything is DEAD\nBut it\'s all right\n \nTake it easy\nYou bleed so easy \n \nBleed me an ocean\nBleed me an ocean tonight\nBy electric graveyard light\nBleed me an ocean\nLet me lie beneath the sky\nTeach me how to die\nBleed me an ocean\nAs the blossom eats the butterfly\nCan you feel the cold death\nThat rides along your spine \n \nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on \n \nI was sexless in clouds again\nI was chasing a cold, cold wind\nI\'ve become bored with flesh and bone again\nThe deepest alone\nI was riding the turbulence\nAn ocean of Hades\nIt\'s all downhill from here\nOn the outer nowhere\n \nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on \n \nI was stoned to the drone\nOf the blackness that hums\nI\'ve become bored with flesh and bone again\nThe endless hum of the highway drone\nI was riding the turbulence\nAn ocean of Hades\nThe taste of dead sex on my tongue\nOn my tongue, yeah \n \nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy\nLet the blackness roll on\nYou bleed so easy \n \nJust like a rain drop\nI was born, baby, to fall\nAnd scale these prison walls\n \nIt was over before you were born\nSucked into the vacuum of this universal tomb\nIt was over before you were born\nSucked into the vacuum of this universal tomb \n \nOld blossom dies\nLike a young man breathes\nThe insects hum with their hunger and grieve\nAn icon of pale bone\nStatic white dream\nBlind in the wilderness\nEverybody scream\nI couldn\'t find my way\nOut the door\nWe all died\nWoke up on the floor \n \nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream\nI ride the painted whore\nShe gives good universal scream, scream1 ",1 +7538,Dredg___Eighteen_People_Live_In_Harmony,sad, "Eighteen people live in harmony The opera is over\nSingers have all gone home\nSeats are all empty\nThe kitchen is closed \nThe sidewalks are sprayed down\nThe blinds are pulled down\nFoundations unstable\nThe wrecking ball is back\nQuiet business vacancy\nQuiet business vacancy\nRents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down \nThe symphony\'s concluded\nThe instruments are all cased up\nThe notes are silent\nMusic\'s still apparent \nRents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down\nSpirits are jaded \nArt is trying\nIs art dead\nArt is dying\nIs it dead\nBelieve it\nWe need it\nTo move on \nA one track mind in a one way time\nLet\'s go ahead and gentrify\nWe let art die with robot minds\nThey steal the brush and paint boundary lines\nA stale kind of people we\'ll find\nWalking in single file line\nI think it\'s time to finally rewind\nLet\'s go ahead, we might as well\n Rents are rising\nOur lease is up\nCulture is down\nSpirits are jaded ",1 +3050,Bikini_Kill___Sugar,anger, "Sugar \nOh baby, I want you, you\'re so fucking big\nYou\'re so big and hard, you\'ve got such a big cock\nPush it in deeper now, oh, deeper, harder\nI\'m almost cummin\', I\'m almost cummin\' \n \nOh-oh, woah, woah, woah\nSugar\nI can almost reach mine now, mine now\nSugar\n \nI\'m a self-fulfilling porno queen, yeah\nI mimic out your every fucking fantasy, yeah, yeah\nAnd now, and now \n \nIn my head\nI\'m on my knees, oh baby\nWhy can\'t I ever get\nMy sugar? \n \n \nWhat are you afraid of?\nWho are you afraid of?\nWhat are you afraid of?\nWho are you afraid of? \n \nOh, woah, woah, woah, woah\nSugar\nI won\'t play girl to your boy no more\nSugar\nI want mine right here right now, baby\nSugar\nI can almost reach it now, now, now\nSugarSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29 1 ",3 +7106,Diana_Ross___Do_You_Know_Where_Youre_Going_To,happy, "Do You Know Where Youre Going To Do you know where you\'re goin\' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin\' you\nWhere are you goin\' to? Do you know?\nDo you get what you\'re hopin\' for\nWhen you look behind you, there\'s no open doors\nWhat are you hopin\' for? Do you know?\nOnce we were standin\' still in time\nChasing the fantasies that filled our minds\nYou knew how I loved you but my spirit was free\nLaughin\' at the questions that you once asked of me\nDo you know where you\'re goin\' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin\' you\nWhere are you goin\' to? Do you know?\nNow looking back at all we\'ve planned\nWe let so many dreams just slip through our hands\nWhy must we wait so long before we see\nHow sad the answers to those questions can be\nDo you know where you\'re goin\' to?\nDo you like the things that life is showin\' you\nWhere are you goin\' to? Do you know?\nDo you get what you\'re hopin\' for\nWhen you look behind you, there\'s no open doors\nWhat are you hopin\' for? Do you know?",0 +3875,Bon_Jovi___Just_Older,happy, "Just Older \nHey, man, it\'s been a while\nDo you remember me?\nWhen I hit the streets I was 17\nA little wild, a little green\nI\'ve been up and down and in between\nAfter all these years and miles of memories\nI\'m still chasing dreams\nBut I ain\'t looking over my shoulder \n \nI like the bed I\'m sleeping in\nIt\'s just like me, it\'s broken in\nIt\'s not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I\'m in it\'s alright with me\nIt\'s not old, just older\n \nIt\'s good to see your face\nYou ain\'t no worse for wear\nBreathing that California air\nWhen we took on the world\nWe were young and brave\nWe got secrets that we\'ll take to the grave\nAnd we\'re standing here shoulder to shoulder \n \nI like the bed I\'m sleeping in\nIt\'s just like me, it\'s broken in\nIt\'s not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I\'m in it\'s alright with me\nIt\'s not old, just older \n \nI\'m not old enough to sing the blues\nBut I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes\nYou can roll the dice 'til they call your bluff\nBut you can\'t win until you\'re not afraid to lose \n \nWell, I look in the mirror\nI don\'t hate what I see\nThere\'s a few more lines staring back at me\nNow the nights has grown a little colder\nHey man, I gotta run\nNow you take care\nIf you see coach T. Tell him I\'ve cut my hair\nI\'ve kept my faith\nI still believe I\'m just\nHa\n \nI like the bed I\'m sleeping in\nIt\'s just like me, it\'s broken in\nIt\'s not old - just older\nLike a favorite pair of torn blue jeans\nThis skin I\'m in it\'s alright with me\nIt\'s not old, just older ",0 +5249,Chicane___Come_Tomorrow,sad, "Come Tomorrow If I talked to God he\'d tell me why\nThere\'s something going on\nDark people walking by\nThis morning is the day after the next\nEscape my only dream\n\'Cause I\'m the only one again\nMy life is better spent inside your world\nButterfly that sings\nCauses me to fall once more\nTomorrow you are only half a friend\nMachines control your mind\nThe neon strips above my head\nCome tomorrow\nCome tomorrow\nThere\'s never been an answer\nThere\'s always someone else to follow\nAnd you are coming down\nAnd you are coming down\nGiving me the reason for your lies \nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town \nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town \nWhen I think of God he knows my mind\nI\'m wondering what\'s wrong\nWhat will the devil find?\nToday it seems the night has come too soon\nMesmerizing dreams\nA vision of the hells again\nNow my life is better lived insane\nWith buttercups that cry and animals that talk to me\nTomorrow you will find there\'s no way out\nYou\'ve nowhere left to turn\nThere\'s no place left to hide from him\n Come tomorrow\nCome tomorrow\nThere\'s never been an answer\nThere\'s always someone else to follow\nAnd you are coming down\nAnd you are coming down\nGiving me the reason for your lies \nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town \nAnd when you turn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you feel or dream about\nAnd then you take me upside down\nRemember my face, my name, my town \nIn a city made of sand\nWe found our way out\nBut without a helping hand\nWe\'re free... \nTurn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you dream about\nTake me upside down\nTake me, take me\nAnd you turn me inside out\nDon\'t know what you dream about now\nYou take me upside down\nYou take me take me ",1 +9497,Franz_Ferdinand___Do_You_Want_To,happy, "Do You Want To \nOh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m\nGoing to make somebody love me\nI’m going to make somebody love me\nAnd now I know, now I know, now I know\nI know that it’s you\nYou’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky \n \nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do\n \nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nWhere I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nOf what I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do \n \nWell, he’s a friend and he’s so proud of you\nHe’s a friend and I knew him before you, oh yeah\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nWell, he’s a friend and we’re so proud of you\nYour famous friend, well, I blew him before you, oh yeah \n \nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do \n \nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nWhere I’d never let you before?\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\n \nWell, here we are at the Transmission party\nI love your friends, they’re all so arty, oh yeah \n \nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do \n \nOh, when I woke up tonight, I said I’m\nGonna make somebody love me\nI’m gonna make somebody love me\nAnd now I know, now I know, now I know\nI know that it’s you\nYou’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky \n \nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do, do, do-do-do-do \n \nWell, do you, do you, do you want to?\nWell, do you, do you, do you want to, want to go\nOf what I’d never let you before?\n \nOh, lucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nLucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky You’re so lucky\nOh lucky, lucky Lucky, lucky\nYou’re so lucky, yeah!1 ",0 +6328,Dan_Le_Sac_vs_Scroobius_Pip___Letter_From_God_To_Man,sad, "Letter from God to Man This is a letter from God to Man \nHey there, how-how\'s it going?\nLong time, no see\nI know I haven\'t been around much lately\nBut it didn\'t seem like you wanted me to be\nThe last time I sent down a message\nYou nailed it to the cross\nSo I figured I\'d just leave you to it\nLet you be your own boss\nBut I\'ve been keeping an eye on you, I have\nAnd it\'s amazing how you\'ve grown\nAll your technological advances\nAnd the problems you\'ve overthrown\nAnd all the beautiful art you\'ve created\nWith such grace and such finesse\nBut I admit there are a few things I\'m afraid\nHave impressed me less\nSo I\'m writing to apologize\nFor all the horrors committed in my name\nAlthough it was never what I intended\nI feel I should take my share of the blame\nAll the good I tried to do was corrupted\nWhen organized religion got into full swing\nWhat I thought were quite clear messages\nWere taken to unusual extremes\nMy teachings taken out of context\nTo meet the agendas of others\nInterpretations taken too many different ways\nAnd hidden meanings discovered \nReligion became a tool\nFor the weak to control the strong\nWith all these new morals and ethics\nSurvival of the fittest was gone\nNo longer could the biggest man\nSimply take whatever he needed\nCause damnation was the price\nIf certain rules were not heeded\n Some of the deeds committed in my name\nJust made me wonder where I went wrong\nBack at the start when I created this\nThe foundation seemed so strong\nSee, all the elements were already here\nLong before I began\nI just kind of put it all together\nI didn\'t really think out a long-term plan \nI made the sun an appropriate distance\nAnd laid the stars across the sky\nSo you could navigate the globe\nOr simply watch a sun rise\nI covered the earth with plants and fruits\nSome for sustenance and some for beauty\nI made the sun shine and the clouds rain\nSo their maintenance wasn\'t your duty \nI tried to give each creature its own attributes\nWithout making them enveloped\nI gave you all you all your own space to grow\nAnd, in your own way, space to develop\nI didn\'t know such development\nWould cause rifts and jealousy\nCause you to war against each other\nAnd leave marks on this planet indelibly\nYou see, I wasn\'t really the creator\nI was more the curator of nature\nAnd I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now:\nI don\'t hate ya\nI was a simple being\nThat happened to be the first to yield such powers\nI just laid the ground\nIt was you that built the towers \nIt was you that invented bombs\nAnd the fear that comes with them\nAnd it was you that invented money\nAnd the corrupt economic systems\nYou invented terms like just war \nAnd terms like friendly fire \nAnd it was you that didn\'t know when to stop digging deeper\nWhen to stop building higher \nIt was you that exhausted the resources\nI carefully laid out on this earth\nAnd it was you that even saw these problems coming\nBut accredited them little worth\nIt was you that used my teachings\nFor your own personal gain\nAnd it was You that committed such tragedies\nEven if they were in my name \nSo I apologize for any mistakes I made\nAnd when my words were misconstrued\nBut this apology\'s to Mother Nature\nCause I created you\nEverything is broken\nEveryone is\nEverything\nEveryone1 ",1 +7118,Diary_of_Dreams___Dead_Letter,sad, "Dead Letter I have no words that I could say to you to make you understand\nEverything is lost\nEverything is mine now\nAll the beauty, gone\n- All the faith... \nIt\'s watching over you, my friend\nAnd you, you fear nothing\nMore than\nMe... \nMy eyes filled with water that no one can drink\nDespair made of laughter on my knees I sink\nI hold in my hands what my life has forsaken\nI keep in my heart what\'s already been taken \nBeneath my subconscience a lake of my sorrows\nI live for today and I fear my tomorrow\nBlood flows down in rivers for 23 years\nThe wind in my face can\'t dry all my tears \nCome with me\nYou have nothing to lose\nSo calm down here\nI\'ll sleep for a while \nDeclare us the war, we have all been forgiven\nBe thankful my friend, for all you\'ve been given\nDay in and day out they will feed you with poison\nOne day you wake up and give way to their thoughts \nThis is the violence I brought here to you\nThis is the life that I sacrificed\nThis is the morning without a day after\nThis is the silence that never breaks...\nThrough to you\n I know one thing for sure:\nI have doubts about life\nBut none about death \nI have hopes about death\nBut none about life. ",1 +7708,Ed_Harcourt___Good_Friends_Are_Hard_To_Find,sad, "Good Friends Are Hard to Find I wish you the most success\nMore than I could ever have\nI wish you the most happiness\nAnd good friends are hard to find\nDon\'t make the mistakes I\'ve made\nAnd if you do don\'t be afraid\nThe greatest lie that there is\nIs to believe what they all say \nSocial loners and deadbeat hacks\nI open my arms for you\nCynical romantics want their money back\nAnd you know much more\nThan I ever knew\nEven though I pretended to\nChurchgoers wait for the bells to chime\nAnd I\'m in a non-defeatist state of mind\nI know you\'ll shine in the limelight\nGod knows you\'ve done it before\nAll the girls who dig all your mental scars\nAnd the boys who pat you on the back\nYou and I may take a different path\nBut I\'ll still be cheering you on \nYou know much more\nThan I ever knew\nEven though I pretended to \nI wish you the most success\nMore than I could ever have\nI wish you the most happiness\nAnd good friends are hard to find\nGood friends are hard to find",1 +4134,Brandy___Focus,calm, "Focus \nShould anybody ask for me\nTell 'em I\'ll be right back\nIn a real short time\nIt\'s just that I lost my mind\nI gotta find it\nOnce I hop on my train of thought\nI\'ll get back here, pronto\nTo collect myself\nThere\'s really nothing you can do to help\n \nEvery time I see you\nI\'m reminded of every time we did it Yeah, yeah\nAll those other women Yeah, yeah\nEvery time you lied to me\nSaid you only had eyes for me Eyes for me\nI don\'t wanna... \n \nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave Yes it is\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me You come runnin\', runnin\'\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus \n \nBut it\'s too late now\n\'Cause I\'m reminded\nI wanna put it behind\nBut I\'m behind it\nLord knows I\'m tired\nAs much as I\'d love to join you\nOn planet Earth right now\nI know that I\'m too hurt\nRight now to be civilized\nSo I\'ma need this time alone\n\'Cause it won\'t be long\n \nEvery time I see you\nI\'m reminded of every time we did it\nAll those other women\nEvery time you lied to me\nSaid you only had eyes for me\nI don\'t wanna... \n \nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me Doesn\'t even matter\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me hey baby\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me \n \nOh, I\'ll be back\nLost my way\nGot off track\nPlease try to understand\nI used to love you, man\nOh, I\'ll be back\nLost my way\nGot off track\nPlease try to understand\nI used to love you, man\n \nI can\'t lose it Don\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave No\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me You come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be Oh\nShouldn\'t even matter to me Shouldn\'t even matter\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus Bound to leave\nBut it\'s bound to leave Yeah\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me \n \nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus\nBut it\'s bound to leave\nEvery time you come runnin\' into me\nAll we used to be\nShouldn\'t even matter to me\nDon\'t wanna lose my focus ",2 +3669,Blue_Rodeo___Stuck_On_You,sad, "Stuck on You \nI don\'t know much about love\nHow it cures and frees the soul\nMakes you whole and all that other stuff\nBut I was kissed by lady luck\nAnd I know that I\'m stuck on you\nYes, I know that I\'m stuck on you \n \nSometimes it gets so very hard\nIt\'s like we\'re trying to tear each other apart\nWith every scar, a deeper love revealed\nNow there\'s nothing left to conceal\nNo, there\'s nothing left to conceal\n \nWith every turn, it\'s like we hit a wall\nDo you see it the same way\nAnd I don\'t want to complicate it\nBut I hate this place\nAnd there\'s only so much that I can take\nBefore this glass heart breaks \n \nAnd I know I\'ve got to let you go\nYou were gone so long\nAnd I didn\'t even know\nIt\'s just that I love you so\nAnd I know that I\'m stuck on you\nYes, I know that I\'m stuck on you",1 +1267,Andrew_WK___Ready_To_Die,happy, "Ready to Die \nThis is your time to pay\nThis is your judgment day\nWe made a sacrifice\nAnd now we get to take your life\nWe shoot without a gun\nWe\'ll take on anyone\nIt\'s really nothing new\nIt\'s just a thing we like to do \n \nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to kill get ready to kill\nYou better get ready to run, 'cause here we come\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\n \nYour life is over now\nYour life is running out\nWhen your time is at an end\nThen it\'s time to kill again\nWe cut without a knife\nWe live in black and white\nYou\'re just a parasite\nNow close your eyes and say goodnight \n \nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to kill get ready to kill\nYou better get ready to run, 'cause here we come\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die \n \nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die get ready to die\nYou better get ready to die get ready to die\nGet ready to die\nBeen a long time coming\nNow you better get running\nAnd you better get ready to die 4 ",0 +3830,Bobby_Vinton___My_Love_Roses_Are_Red_My_Love,happy, "Roses Are Red My Love \nRoses are red, my love\nDu-du-du-du \n \nA long, long time ago\nOn graduation day\nYou handed me your book\nI signed this way \n \nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\n \nWe dated through high school\nAnd when the big day came\nI wrote into your book\nNext to my name \n \nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you \n \nThen I went far away\nAnd you found someone new\nI read your letter dear\nAnd I wrote back to you \n \nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nGood luck may God bless you \n \nIs that your little girl?\nShe looks a lot like you\nSomeday some boy will write\nIn her book, too\n \nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you\nRoses are red, my love\nViolets are blue\nSugar is sweet, my love\nBut not as sweet as you1 ",0 +4225,Brett_Dennen___Aint_Gonna_Lose_You,happy, "Ain’t Gonna Lose You \nYou can put a stick in my spokes\nI can be the butt of your jokes\nI can be the laughing stock, I can be the hoax\nBut I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose \n \nThey can come and tear my house down\nThey can run me out of town\nThey can tie me up, call me a clown\nBut I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose you\n \nI can\'t stand\nThe thought of another man\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose you \n \nThey can make me turn my back on my friends\nAnd send me away to San Quentin\nPut me in the hole, a thousand times again\nOh, I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose you \n \nThrow me in a hurricane\nTell the whole world I\'ve gone insane\nRun an electric shock to my brain\nBut I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose you \n \nI can\'t stand\nThe thought of another man\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose-\nAin\'t gonna lose\nAin\'t gonna lose\nAin\'t gonna lose\nAin\'t gonna lose\n \nAnd I\'ll sing it from my roof top\nI\'ll sing it from the bus stop\nI\'ll sing it on the street drunk to a cop\nOh, I ain\'t gonna lose you\nNo, I ain\'t gonna lose\nAin\'t gonna lose you\nAin\'t gonna lose you\nAin\'t gonna lose\nAin\'t gonna lose you\nGonna lose ",0 +864,Alison_Moyet___All_Cried_Out,sad, "All Cried Out Around around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around \nYou took your time to come back this time\nThe grass has grown under your feet\nIn your absence I changed my mind\nAnd someone else is sitting in your seat \nI know that I said there\'d be no one else\nI know that I said I\'d be true\nBut baby, I\'ve burned out cupid\'s arrow\nAnd here\'s the short and the narrow\nI\'ve nothing left to offer you\nI\'m all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving me around \nSo don\'t look surprised\nThere was no disguise\nYou knew where I stood from the start\nSo stop\nLook around you\nYou\'re right back where I found you\nTake back your cold and empty heart \nAll cried out\nI\'m all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nI\'m all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out\nI\'m all cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving me around\n Around around around around around\nAround around around around around \nYou go your way\nYou go your way\nI\'ll go mine\nI\'ll go mine\nI won\'t stay around here\nI won\'t stay around here\nDon\'t you waste my time\nWaste my time \nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nI\'m all cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out\nI\'m all cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving me around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around\nAround around around around around \nYou go your way\nI\'ll go mine\nI won\'t stay around here\nDon\'t you waste my time \nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAround around around around around\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nFor a handful of nothing\nAround around around around around\nAll cried out\nIt\'s hard to give you something\nWhen you\'re pushing and a-shoving\nAll cried out\nAll cried out\nYou took a whole lot of loving\nAll cried out ",1 +138,AHa___Cosy_Prisons,sad, "Cosy Prisons Take a moment if you dare, catch yourself a breath of air\nThere\'s another life out there and you should try it\nDead ends hide on every street, look before you place your feet\nCracks and fissures keep the beat and you\'re inside it \nEvery thought you never dared to think\nEvery mood you always knew would sink\nEvery line you spoke out loud in a jest\nAll the time you took to be your best is soon forgotten \nThe sun must never touch your skin, it could expose the dark within\nYou\'re paranoid about the paranoia\nAnd panic hits without a sign, you worry about it all the time\nEvery perfect moment is a hidden warning\nCause everything makes your pretty head spin\nNagging thoughts are starting to sink in\nWith everything this way it\'s better to forget\nThan end up in a place with something to regret \nYour transatlantic shopping spree, your health forever guarantees\nOrganic bio life\'s a breeze in cozy prisons\nBut hiding out in a salad bar isn\'t going to get you far\nAnd bottled wine is vinegar tomorrow \nAnd everything around it makes your pretty head spin\nIt\'s piling up high and you\'re back where you begin\nMoments you tried so hard to forget\nAre promising to have been the best one\'s yet\nYeah, every time you shut your eyes it appears\nEvery time you trace your steps back here\nNone of your convictions have the same old ring\nBut no doubt you found a place for everything cozy prisons \nSo if you\'re careful you won\'t get hurt\nBut if your careful all the time then what\'s it worth?",1 +8455,Erasure___Video_Killed_The_Radio_Star,happy, "Video Killed the Radio Star I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two\nLying awake intent at tuning in on you\nIf I was young it didn\'t stop you coming through\nOh-a oh \nThey took the credit for your second symphony\nRewritten by machine and new technology\nAnd now I understand the problems you can see\nOh-a oh \nI met your children\nOh-a oh\nWhat did you tell them?\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star \nPictures came and broke your heart\nOh-a-a-a oh \nAnd now we meet in an abandoned studio\nWe hear the playback and it seems so long ago\nAnd you remember the jingles used to go\nOh-a oh \nYou were the first one\nOh-a oh \nYou were the last one \nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nIn my mind and in my car, we can\'t rewind we\'ve gone to far\nOh-a-aho oh\nOh-a-aho oh \nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nIn my mind and in my car, we can\'t rewind we\'ve gone to far\nPictures came and broke your heart, look I\'ll play my VCR\n You are a radio star\nYou are a radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star \nVideo killed the radio star. You are a radio star. ",0 +4473,Bryan_Adams___How_Do_Ya_Feel_Tonight,happy, "How Do Ya Feel Tonight? Is there anybody out there?\nAnyone that\'s loved in vain\nAnyone that feels the same\nIs there anybody waiting?\nWaiting for a chance to win\nTo give it up and start again \nWe all need something new\nSomething that is true\nAnd someone else to feel it too\nI feel so high - no one else would know it\nI don\'t know why I feel the way I do\nI can\'t let got - and I\'m not scared to show it\nCuz being here feels right\nTell me - how do you feel tonight? \nIs there anybody out there?\nAnyone that can\'t explain\nAnyone that feels no pian \nIs there anybody dreaming\nDreaming of a better day\nWehn everything goes your way \nWe all need something new\nSometing that is true\nAnd someone else to feel it too\nSomeone just like youSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0 +8550,Estatic_Fear___Ode_To_Solitude,sad, "Ode To Solitude Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky\nFog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night \nThe shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice \nAs the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute \nExposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys \nAs the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice\nFreed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night\'s loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return \nBurdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night \nPassed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight \nAll the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived \nSo let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days \nAnd bath our peace craving eyes in sin\'s magnificent grace \nThe night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence\nFor not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude \nWandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky\nFog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night \nThe shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice \nAs the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute \nExposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys \nAs the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice\n Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night\'s loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return \nBurdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night \nPassed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight \nAll the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived \nSo let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days \nAnd bath our peace craving eyes in sin\'s magnificent grace \nThe night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence\nFor not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude \nGood bye ",1 +2594,Beastie_Boys___Sabotage,happy, "Sabotage \nI can\'t stand it, I know you planned it\nI\'ma set it straight, this Watergate\nI can\'t stand rockin\' when I\'m in here\n\'Cause your crystal ball ain\'t so crystal clear\nSo while you sit back and wonder why\nI got this fuckin\' thorn in my side\nOh my god, it\'s a mirage\nI\'m tellin\' y\'all, it\'s sabotage \n \nSo, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can\'t say nothin\'\nYou\'ll shut me down with a push of your button\nBut, yo, I\'m out, and I\'m gone\nI\'ll tell you now, I keep it on and on\n \n\'Cause what you see, you might not get\nAnd we can bet, so don\'t you get souped yet\nScheming on a thing, that\'s a mirage\nI\'m trying to tell you now, it\'s sabotage \n \nWhy?\nOur backs are now against the wall \n \nListen, all y\'all, it\'s a sabotage\nListen, all y\'all, it\'s a sabotage\nListen, all y\'all, it\'s a sabotage\nListen, all y\'all, it\'s a sabotage \n \nI can\'t stand it, I know you planned it\nI\'ma set it straight, this Watergate\nBut I can\'t stand rockin\' when I\'m in this place\nBecause I feel disgrace because you\'re all in my face\nBut make no mistakes and switch up my channel\nI\'m Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle\nWhat could it be – it\'s a mirage\nYou\'re scheming on a thing, that\'s sabotage 29 ",0 +3759,Bob_Dylan___Jokerman,happy, "Jokerman \nStanding on the waters casting your bread\nWhile the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing\nDistant ships sailing into the mist\nYou were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing\nFreedom just around the corner for you\nBut with the truth so far off, what good will it do? \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n \nSo swiftly the sun sets in the sky\nYou rise up and say goodbye to no one\nFools rush in where angels fear to tread\nBoth of their futures, so full of dread, you don\'t show one\nShedding off one more layer of skin\nKeeping one step ahead of the persecutor within \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman \n \nYou\'re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds\nManipulator of crowds, you\'re a dream twister\nYou\'re going to Sodom and Gomorrah\nBut what do you care? Ain\'t nobody there would want to marry your sister\nFriend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame\nYou look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n \nWell, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy\nThe law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers\nIn the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed\nMichelangelo indeed could\'ve carved out your features\nResting in the fields, far from the turbulent space\nHalf asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman \n \nWell, the rifleman\'s stalking the sick and the lame\nPreacherman seeks the same, who\'ll get there first is uncertain\nNightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks\nMolotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain\nFalse-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin\nOnly a matter of time till night comes stepping in \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman\n \nIt\'s a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey\nA woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet\nHe\'ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat\nTake the motherless children off the street\nAnd place them at the feet of a harlot\nOh, Jokerman, you know what he wants\nOh, Jokerman, you don\'t show any response \n \nJokerman dance to the nightingale tune\nBird fly high by the light of the moon\nOh, oh, oh, Jokerman5 ",0 +9299,Flyleaf___Fully_Alive,anger, "Fully Alive \nTelling Layla\'s story spoken\n\'Bout how all her bones are broken\nHammers fall on all the pieces\nTwo months in the cover creases \n \nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures\n \nAll my complaints shrink to nothing\nI\'m ashamed of all my somethings\nShe\'s glad for one day of comfort\nOnly because she has suffered \n \nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures \n \nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures\nFully alive, more than most\nReady to smile and love life\nFully alive and she knows\nHow to believe in futures 7 ",3 +9202,Fleet_Foxes___Silver_Dagger,sad, "Silver Dagger \nDon\'t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother\nShe\'s sleeping here, right by my side\nAnd in her right hand, a silver dagger\nShe says that I can\'t be your bride \n \n All men are false, said my mother\n They’ll tell you wicked, loving lies\nAnd the very next evening, they\'ll court another\nLeave you alone to pine and sigh \n \nMy daddy, he\'s a handsome devil\nHe\'s got a chain five miles long\nAnd on every link, a heart does dangle\nOf another maid he\'s loved and wronged \n \nSo court another tender maiden\nAnd hope that she will be your wife\nFor I have been warned and I\'ve decided\nTo sleep alone all of my life 1 ",1 +3626,Blue_Man_Group___Time_To_Start,sad, "Time To Start It\'s time to start\nRock concert movement number one\nThe basic head bob\nReady go \nRock concert movement number two\nThe one armed fist pump\nReady go \nIn a moment it will be time to execute\nRock concert movement number three\nThe up and down jumping motion\nHere are your instructions\nStep one: Bend your knees and then jump into the air\nStep two: Let gravity bring you back down\nAnd upon landing rock your head foreward\nStep three: Repeat\nReady go \nIt\'s time to start\nRock concert movement number four\nThe behind the head leg stretch\nReady go",1 +5852,Corpus_Delicti___Lorelei,sad, "Lorelei From the top of her eyes\nThere\'s a sign she can deny\nAnother state of mind\nShe crosses the line\nShe crosses the line\nTripping down the cries\nShe leaves the ground, breaks through the tide and now\nShe floats and floats and floats on time\nShe gives up what she always finds\nShe\'s flying\nFrom the top of her eyes\nThere\'s a crime she can rely on\nAnother light that shines\nShe crosses the line\nShe crosses the line\nMoving down the screams\nShe takes wing from the noise she fells inside\nShe stirs and stirs, stirs out of time\nShe\'s a bird of another kind\nShe\'s flying\nFrom the top of her eyes\nThere\'s a sign she can\'t deny\nThe death of another light\nShe has crossed the line\nShe has crossed the line\nCrushing from the high\nShe\'s lost her wings, she\'s unable to fly\nShe falls and falls on the fields and now\nShe\'s a bird in a desperate sky\nShe\'s dying\nLorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei\nA drift across the hell\nA drift across the hell and skies\nShe fell and died\nGasping for a hand she\'ll never find\nShe\'ll never find",1 +5926,Cradle_Of_Filth___Saffrons_Curse,anger, "Saffron’s Curse Through arcades where shimmering snowfall\nLay in state with the sad and damned\nA rent lament barely flung above a whisper\nDrew me like a ghost to the haunts of Man \nI found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor\nA kindred spirit in a graveyard\nBeneath the stature of a colder saviour\nMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques\nAnd through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast\nLike a come dream true under etched glass spent\nMaking love to the beautiful dead\nShe has sinned and severed Heaven\nAnd in it\'s vulgar sight\nTwo figures writhe, but one silhouette\nExtends it\'s fingers to the light \nGothic towers tottered on my heels\nAs I fled asylum grounds\nCommitting hard crimes to soft cells\nWhere now another\'s screams resound \nFrom the gaspings in her passing\nSix feet under or beneath frayed gown\nWhen Her hands pointed to midnight\nIn a white stained chamber bound \nI swept her from the abyss of another dementia\nFreeing her soul from the fetters of fate\nTo take the reins of pleasure\nNow nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure\nAt the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs\nBallrooms filled with black cat\'s scratch\nOut of spite and playful eyes \nPricked as a Witch her stitches itch\nFor familiar lips to lick them dry\nWhilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks\nThe sun forsakes the rite to rise\nAnd is the first to discern, that this Angel\'s return\nIs a vengefull call on grace\nFor even martyrdom backs from it\'s suicide pacts\nA leap of twisted fate betrayed\n The scars will last until the stars\nCaught in her train bewitched\nFall into line and yeild the sign\nThat dawn in born to their eclipse \nFor our inhumankind\nComes an underdog day sunrise\nRippling with fire like femalediction \nWind amidst the flame\nI gazed out\nTapped into the fog and shared her pain\nWhen in her mind she sought his leave\nAnd begged forgiveness \nI splintered her coffin and lay on the floor\nOf a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore\nWhat treachery this that she breathed no more?\nChrist you bastard \nI wished her back but the dead adored her\nEven wild winds sang in chora for her\nSaffron from my heart, from the start I swore\nWe\'d be together more \nCreation froze with the triumph of Death\nBut still she stirred and awoke bereft\nOf concern save for the aeons left\nTo lead the darkness\nShe schemes of growing power\nAnd the lengths sucked hard to get it\nI dream of being God but ever living to regret it\nOur fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for\nThe Devil on her knees \nTo grant her lows a remedy\nAnd mine desire\'s wish\nTo taste thereof of Heaven\'s scent\nAs sick and twisted as it is\nFor her corset laced with arsenic\nHides snake curves within her midst\nWhilst her halo of white lies supplies\nHer temple to what God forbids1 ",3 +4502,Bryan_Ferry___Positively_4th_Street,happy, "Positively 4th Street You got a lotta nerve\nTo say you are my friend\nWhen I was down\nYou just stood there grinning \nYou got a lotta nerve\nTo say you got a helping hand to lend\nYou just want to be on\nThe side that\'s winning \nYou say I let you down\nYou know it\'s not like that\nIf you\'re so hurt\nWhy then don\'t you show it\nYou say you lost your faith\nBut that\'s not where it\'s at\nYou had no faith to lose\nAnd you know it \nI know the reason\nThat you talk behind my back\nI used to be among the crowd\nYou\'re in with \nDo you take me for such a fool\nTo think I\'d make contact\nWith the one who tries to hide\nWhat he don\'t know to begin with \nI wish that for just one time\nYou could stand inside my shoes\nAnd just for that one moment\nI could be you \nYes, I wish that for just one time\nYou could stand inside my shoes\nYou\'d know what a drag it is\nTo see you",0 +4267,Bright_Eyes___Going_For_the_Gold,sad, "Going for the Gold There\'s a voice on the phone\nTelling what had happened\nSome kind of confusion\nMore like a disaster\nAnd it wondered how you were left unaffected\nBut you had no knowledge\nNo, the chemicals covered you\nSo a jury was formed\nAs more liquor was poured\nNo need for conviction\nThey\'re not thirsting for justice\nBut I slept with the lies I keep inside my head\nI found out I was guilty\nI found out I was guilty\nBut I won\'t be around for the sentencing\nCause I\'m leaving\nOn the next airplane\nAnd though I know that my actions are impossible to justify\nThey seem adequate to fill up my time\nBut if I could talk to myself\nLike I was someone else\nWell then maybe I could take your advice\nAnd I wouldn\'t act like such an asshole all the time\nThere\'s a film on the wall\nMakes the people look small\nWho are sitting beside it\nAll consumed in the drama\nThey must return to their lives once the hero has died\nThey will drive to the office\nStopping somewhere for coffee\nWhere the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene\nDispensing their wisdom\nOh dear amateur orators \nThey will detail their pain\nIn some standard refrain\nThey will recite their sadness\nLike it\'s some kind of contest\nWell, if it is, I think I am winning it\nAll beaming with confidence\nAs I make my final lap\nThe gold medal gleams\nSo hang it around my neck\nCause I am deserving it:\nThe champion of idiots \nBut a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha\nI know a girl who cries when she practices violin\nCause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her\nAnd then the melody comes pouring out her eyes\nNow to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie 1 ",1 +6371,Daniel_Powter___Bad_Day,calm, "Bad Day \nWhere is the moment we needed the most?\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost\nThey tell me your blue skies fade to gray\nThey tell me your passion\'s gone away\nAnd I don\'t need no carryin\' on \n \nYou stand in the line just to hit a new low\nYou\'re faking a smile with the coffee to go\nYou tell me your life\'s been way off line\nYou\'re falling to pieces every time\nAnd I don\'t need no carryin\' on\n \nBecause you had a bad day\nYou\'re taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don\'t know\nYou tell me, don\'t lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don\'t lie\nYou\'re coming back down and you really don\'t mind\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day \n \nWill you need a blue sky holiday?\nThe point is they laugh at what you say\nAnd I don\'t need no carryin\' on \n \nYou had a bad day\nYou\'re taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don\'t know\nYou tell me, don\'t lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don\'t lie\nYou\'re coming back down and you really don\'t mind\nYou had a bad day\nOoh, a holiday\n \nSometimes the system goes on the blink\nAnd the whole thing turns out wrong\nYou might not make it back and you know\nThat you could be well, oh, that strong\nAnd I\'m not wrong\nYeah, yeah, yeah \n \nSo where is the passion when you need it the most?\nOh, you and I\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost \n \n\'Cause you had a bad day\nYou\'re taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don\'t know\nYou tell me don\'t lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nYou\'ve seen what you\'re like\nAnd how does it feel?\nOne more time\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day\n \nAh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHad a bad day Ah\nHad a bad day ah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nHad a bad day Ah42 ",2 +8619,Evanescence___Tourniquet,sad, "Tourniquet \nI tried to kill my pain\nBut only brought more So much more\nI lay dying\nAnd I\'m pouring crimson regret and betrayal\nI\'m dying, praying, bleeding and screaming\nAm I too lost to be saved?\nAm I too lost? \n \nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\n \nDo you remember me?\nLost for so long\nWill you be on the other side\nOr will you forget me?\nI\'m dying, praying, bleeding and screaming\nAm I too lost to be saved?\nAm I too lost? \n \nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nReturn to me salvation \n \nI want to die \n \nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation\nMy God, my tourniquet\nReturn to me salvation \n \nMy wounds cry for the grave\nMy soul cries for deliverance\nWill I be denied, Christ?\nTourniquet\nMy suicide\n \nReturn to me salvation\nReturn to me salvation18 ",1 +2807,Ben_Folds_Five___Kate,happy, "Kate \nShe plays Wipeout on the drums\nThe squirrels and the birds come\nGather around to sing the guitar\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say? \n \nWhen all words fail, she speaks\nHer mixtape\'s a masterpiece\nWalks through the garden\nSo the roses can see\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say?\n \nAnd you can see the daisies\nIn her footsteps\nDandelions dandelions\nButterflies butterflies \n \nI wanna be Kate!\nKate!\nKate!\nKate! \n \nEvery day she wears the same thing\nI think she smokes pot\nShe\'s everything I want\nShe\'s everything I\'m not\nOh, I... Have you got nothing to say? \n \nShe never gets wet\nShe smiles and it\'s a rainbow oh, oh\nAnd she speaks and she speaks\nAnd she breathes yeah, and she breathes \n \nI wanna be Kate!\nKate!\nKate!\nKate!\n \nDown by Rosemary and Cameron\nShe hands out the Bhagavad Gita\nI see her around every couple days\nI wanna see her so that I can say, Hey... Kate! \n \nOoh, la la la\nOoh, la la la\nOooh, la la la laa\nDoo doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doo \n \nShe never gets wet\nShe smiles and it\'s a rainbow oh, oh\nYou can see you can see\nI wanna wanna wanna wanna be... \n \nKate!\nKate!\nKate! \nNo, no...\nKate!\nKate!\nKate! \nNo, no, no, no, no, no...1 ",0 +6692,Days_Of_The_New___Shelf_In_The_Room,sad, "Shelf in the Room \nThe key is so distant\nI\'ve opened doors\nKnow when to listen\nKnow what to listen for, yeah \n \nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\n \nKick me out\nLet me go go\nI don\'t belong here no more\nA releasing sense\nOf getting tired\nHold myself\nI can\'t hold myself \n \nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been so true\nI can hide\nIn the shelf in the room \n \nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\n \nKnow when to listen\nKnow what to listen for\nBelieve in resistance\nDon\'t let them tell you anymore\nIs there anyway no\nTo get away? no\nAsk myself\nWhile I stay inside, yeah \n \nThe shelf in the room\nHas been the way\nOf holding me\nAnd letting me stay\nThe shelf in the room\nHas been so true\nI can hide\nIn the shelf in the room, yeah \n \n \nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out holding out\nNever hold in never holding out\nHolding out holding out, never hold\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold in\nHolding out, never hold\n \nThe key is so distant\nI\'ve closed my doors\nThe shelf in the room\nIs rain waiting to pour ",1 +4358,Britt_Nicole___Headphones,happy, "Headphones \nWhoa oh\nWhoa oh\nWhoa whoa oh \n \nShe gave it her best\nShe tried to fit in\nShe tried to be cool\nBut she never could win\nHer mom says she\'s great\nThe kids think she\'s weird\nHonestly she wish she could disappear\n \nWhy you try, try to be like the rest of them\nWhen you know there\'s so much more within\nThere\'s only one you\nHere\'s what ya\' gotta do\nWhoa, whoa \n \nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones \n \nHe gets in his car\nHe falls apart\nIt came to an end\nAnd now it\'s breaking his heart\nHe wants to give up\nWants to try again\nHonestly he doesn\'t know what he\'s feeling \n \nHey, you might not see it with your eyes\nBut keep your head up to the sky\nThe sun is coming through\nHere\'s what you gotta do\nWhoa, whoa\n \nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones \n \nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nIt\'s alright, no, it\'s not over\nLove is here, it came to dry up all your tears\nOh, can you feel it?\nGotta believe it, gotta see it\nBy your side in the middle of the night\nSo keep your head up high and the dust off your shoulders\nIt\'s alright, no it\'s not over \n \nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nAnytime you feel alone, put on your headphones\nLove, love\'s coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\nLo-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones\n \nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nComing through your headphones\nSo keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders\nComing through your headphones \n \nTwinkle, twinkle in your eye\nListen to this lullaby\nThe sun is shining in the sky\nI see love it\'s in your eye\nThis ain\'t the first time you felt like this\nThis ain\'t the first time, this ain\'t the first time\nThis ain\'t the last time you\'ll feel like this\nBut it\'ll be fine\nIf you can just smile ",0 +8870,Fall_Out_Boy___Tiffany_Blews,happy, "Tiffany Blews \nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh \n \nI\'m not a crybaby\nI\'m the crybaby\nA caterpillar that got stuck\nMr. Moth, come quick with any luck\nA long walk to a dark house\nA Roman candle heart, keep us far apart\nI\'m cocktail party doing alright, hate me baby\nMaybe I\'m a piece of art\nOh, my friends all lie and say\n \nThey only want the best wishes for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live! \n \nOh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou\'re a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you\'ll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa, whoa \n \nI can make your heart slow\nI can feel the weather in my bones\nWish hard enough, I can turn it to what I like\nYour pupils big big roll, they\'re rolling like dice \n \nThey say they only want the best wishes for me\nThey only want the best for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live!\n \nOh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou\'re a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you\'ll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa \n[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Patrick Stump]\nNot the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nDear gravity, you held me down in this starless city\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nI\'m not the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting, venting\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh\nDear gravity, you held me down in this starless city\nOh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh ohh oh \n \nThey say they only want the best wishes for me\nThey only want the best for me\nOh, three, two, one, we go live!\n \nOh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nYou\'re a faded moon You\'re a faded moon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa\nAnd oh baby, you\'re a classic\nLike a little black dress\nBut you\'ll be faded soon\nStuck on a little hot mess\nLittle hot mess Whoa, whoa, whoa13 ",0 +2939,Betty_Everett___The_Shoop_Shoop_Song_Its_In_His_Kiss,happy, "The Shoop Shoop Song It’s In His Kiss Does he love me? I wanna know\nHow can I tell if he loves me so?\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, you\'ll be deceived\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, he\'ll make believe\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is, oh yeah\nOr is it in his face?\nOh no, it\'s just his charm\nIn his one embrace\nOh no, that\'s just his arm\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it\'s love, if it really is\nIt\'s there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that\'s not the way\nAnd you\'re not listenin\' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh yeah, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nWhoa oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it\'s love, if it really is\nIt\'s there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that\'s not the way\nAnd you\'re not listenin\' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh yeah, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is",0 +7694,Echoing_Green__The___Believe,sad, "Believe There was a time when all I did was cry\nThe fear had gripped my life\nAnd all my dreams passed by \nBut this time I feel you close to me\nAnd looking I can see\nThe Christmas in your eyes \nAnd here comes the Sun\nShining down on everyone\nAnd I know today is gonna be okay\nAnd here comes the Sun\nShining down on everyone\nAnd I know tonight it\'s gonna be all right \nAnd I can see\nThe thunder move so far from me today\nNothing\'s in my way \nAnd I can feel\nYour love this time, I know it\'s real\nAnd I realize the Christmas in your eyes \nAnd here comes the Sun\nAnd I\'ll believe for everyone\nThat love has come and sorrow has an end \nAnd here comes the One\nWho gave me strength when I had none\nMy broken heart is beating once again",1 +2712,Bell_X1___Eve__The_Apple_Of_My_Eye,sad, "Eve, the Apple of My Eye \nYou left it, I sent it\nI want it back\nYou left it, I sent it\nI want it back \nIf I had you here, I\'d clip your wings\nSnap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin\nThis plan of mine is oh so very lame\nCan\'t you see the grass is greener where it rains\n \nYou left, I died\nI went and you cried\nYou came, I think\nBut I never really know\nI\'ve served my time\nI\'ve watched you climb\nThe wrong incline\nBut what do I know \n \nAccept it, don\'t let it\nTurn the screw\nAccept it, and let it\nScream back at you \nNow this applies both equally to you and I\nThe only thing that we share\nIs the same sky\nThese empty metaphors\nThey\'re all in vain\nLike can\'t you see the grass is greener where it rains \n \nYou left, I died\nI went and you cried\nYou came, I think\nBut I never really know\nI\'ve served my time\nI\'ve watched you climb\nThe wrong incline\nBut what do I know\n But what do I know \n \nIn the garden snake was a charming\nAnd Eve said let\'s give it a try\nNow lead us not into temptation\nBut no matter how hard I try\nWhen in the garden and\nSnake is a charming\nAnd Eve says let\'s give it a try\nEve is the apple of my eye\nEve is the apple of my eye\nEve is the apple of my eye \n \nAnd I lie behind you\nAnd I cradle you in the palm of me\nAnd I pat your hair down\nI think will we sink or swim?\nCause we could do either on a whim1 ",1 +1845,Ark___Just_A_Little,happy, "Just A Little Strangers Meeting On The Surface Of The Earth\nCommunicating Making Trends For What It\'s Worth\nSacrificial Bleedings From This Wonderful Machine\nFrantically Creating Artificial Human Beings \nMoving Faster As We Keep Our Hopes Up High\nMaybe Someday We Will Know The Reason Why\nOnly Love Can Bring Us Forward \nWe Won\'t Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\n\'cause We Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nJust A Little Crazy\nIn The Temple Of Misinformation We Are Born\nWars Fought And Created All The Heroes Have Come And Gone\nTranscending Signals Outside This Big Balloon\nPlaying With Needles Under Shadows Of The Moon \nMoving Faster And We Keep Our Hopes Up High\nMaybe Someday We Will Know The Reason Why\nOnly Love Can Bring Us Forward\nHolding Hands Together \nWe Won\'t Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\n\'cause We Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nJust A Little Crazy \nDon\'t Give Up The Fight - You Shine So Bright\n\'cause You Are Just A Little Crazy\nDance Upon The World - Fly Like A Bird\nTouch The Sky And One Day Maybe\nKeep Your Head Up High\nDon\'t Give Up The Fight - We Shine So Bright\nWe Are Just A Little Crazy\nWe Won\'t Give Up - Won\'t Give Up - Won\'t Give Up\nJust A Little Crazy - Just A Little",0 +5460,Cibelle___Train,calm, "Train I\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land \nI\'m spending days, over and over and over and over again\nI go through the days, over and over and over and over and over and over again\nSitting in a train\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land \nTrees pass me by and take away a piece of me\nTake me away within, deep down inside of me\nDeep down, deep down, inside of me \nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land\nI\'m sitting in a train going down there\nGoing where, going to no-land \nIt rides through a thousand dreams\nJe vois, je vois, je vois le monde\nJe regarde tout\nDans la vitesse moi, je suis partout\nJe vois\nJe regarde le monde\nJe regarde tout\nDans la vitesse moi, je suis partout\n Deep down\nInside\nOf me \nJe suis partout \nDeep down\nInside ",2 +3474,Blind_Pilot___Paint_or_Pollen,calm, "Paint or Pollen Don\'t move an inch\nListen for a singing\nHitting in your bones like they were forks\nIf you hear what I hear\nDon\'t just sit there\nWe are only strumming water\nOn this most unlikely chord \nYou got blown shore to shore\nNot quite sailing\nRiding on the trade-winds of age\nThings blow in\nDon\'t just cast them\nYou say it now, what you want to stay\nI was once on a long boat\nStar mapping the night routes\nLightening the load\nJust in case\nThings float in to be taken\nIf you don\'t know by now, what will stay? \nSo don\'t move an inch\nDon\'t move a single second\nUntil the shade behind your thoughts is not confused\nCause I felt your itch\nI know the scent as well as any\nClotting your garden\nOf paint or pollen\nBrick in your mortar\nPetals to soak in\nOn the cracks\nThicker or finer\nMilk in your water\nBlack in your primer\nWood in your brush\nNow I am your cloth\nWhatever you want-\nThe best is upon us\nIts a finicky muse\nWith only potential\nTo choose",2 +487,Aimee_Mann___King_of_the_Jailhouse,sad, "King of the Jailhouse The king of the jailhouse\nAnd the queen of the road\nThink sharing the burden will lighten the load\nSo they pack up their troubles\nIn an old Cadillac\nThat\'s her in the mirror, asleep in the back \nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nThat I can\'t see\nThat I can\'t see\nAnd they don\'t give the answers\nAt the end of the test\nSo you can\'t simply stand there and hope for the best\nSo wake me up at the border\nWhen we reach Mexico\nI\'ll tell you a secret I don\'t even know \nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nThat I can\'t see\nThat I can\'t see \nHoney, I don\'t wanna turn around\nAnd go back there – do you?\nI think you know something I don\'t know\nThat I need to \nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nBaby, there\'s something wrong with me\nThat I can\'t see\nThat I can\'t see\nThat I can\'t seeSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 +5697,Coldplay___Sleeping_Sun,sad, "Sleeping Sun \nClimb up your mountain\nNineteen and counting\nYou have got seven\nI have got one\nBlinded and hurting\nThis I\'m deserving\nI\'ve got my secrets\nYou\'ve only got the Sleeping Sun \n \nWhen you\'ve got a secret\nThen you\'ve got to keep it\nWhen you have a question\nAnswers will come\nRunning and hiding\nTaking dividing\nYou\'ve got your secrets\nI\'ve only got the Sleeping Sun\n \nThe Sleeping Sun\nSinging\nOooh um\nOhhhh oh\nAhhh ahh\nOh oh\nOh oh\nOh oh \n \nAnd you as I saw\nWere a piece in a jigsaw\nRun up the divide and\nTip of the tongue\nRun round the houses\nNorth and the south is\nYou\'ve got your answers\nWe have both got the Sleeping Sun \n \nThe Sleeping Sun\nSinging\nOooh um\nOhhhh oh\nAhhh ahh\nOh oh\nOh oh\nOh ohSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 1 ",1 +2070,Atmosphere___Sunshine,happy, "Sunshine \nAin\'t no way to explain or say\nHow painful the hangover was today\nIn front of the toilet, hands and knees\nTrying to breathe in between the dry heaves\nMy baby made me some coffee\nAfraid that if I drink some it\'s probably coming right back out me\nCouple of advil, relax and chill\nAt a standstill with how bad I feel\nI think I need to smell fresh air\nSo I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs\nThe sunlight hit me dead in the eye\nLike it\'s mad that I gave half the day to last night\nMy bad sight made me trip on my ass, right into that patch of grass like that\'s life\nAll of a sudden, I realize something\nThe weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin\nStood up and took a look and a breath\nAnd there\'s that bike that I forgot that I possessed\nNever really seen exercise as friendly\nBut I think something\'s telling me to ride that 10 speed\nThe brakes are broken, it\'s alright\nThe tires got air and the chain seems tight\nHopped on and felt the summertime\nIt reminds me of one of them Musab lines like\n \nSunshine, sunshine, it\'s fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it\'s fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it\'s fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine\nSunshine, sunshine, it\'s fine\nI feel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, whoah let it shine \n \nIf I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar\nBust it out whenever someone\'s actin hard\nSettle down, barbeque in the backyard\nThe kids get treats and old folks get classic cars\nEvery day that gets to pass is a success\nAnd every woman looks better in a sun dress\nThe sunshine\'s an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice\nShow improve their moves and let loose\nI hear voices, I see smiles to match em\nGood times and you can feel it in the fashion\nEven though the heat cooks up the action\nThe streets still got butterflies\nEnough kids to catch 'em\nRidin my bike around these lakes man\nFeelin like I finally figured out my escape plan\nTake it all and the day started off all wrong\nSomehow now that hangover is all gone\nAin\'t nothing like the sound of the leaves\nWhen the breeze penetrates these southside trees\nLeanin\' up against one, watchin the vibe\nForgettin\' all about the stress, thanking god I\'m alive\nIt\'s so simple, I had to keep the song simple\nWhen I get home I\'m gonna open all the windows\nFeelin\' all right, stopped at a stop sign\nA car pulled up, bumpin Fresh Prince\'s Summertime\nSummer summers fine\nFeel it in my skin, warming up my mind\nSometimes you gotta give in to win\nI love the days when it shines, woah let it shine\n Woah let it shine\nWoah let it shine\nWoah let it shine\nWoah let it29 ",0 +200,ASHES_dIVIDE___Sword,sad, "Sword Spreading your love from the tip of a sword\nEchoing the reason that poisons you\nThinking you know what\'s good for us all\nI wish I could reach out... \nTo silence you \nBut I\'m a waste in your eyes\nYou say you don\'t need me to save you tonight\nBut I need to save you tonight\nI\'m standing alone on the brink of a stone\nTrying to humanise the enemy inside of you\nWe\'re cut from the same cloth but we are\nStained with the poison of pride \nWe\'re sucking the life from the whole of the world\nCan\'t be confined or condemned to be\nReduced to a place that\'s a violent resolve\nTo the end they will try \nAnd silence you \n\'cause we\'re a waste in their eyes\nThe grace they describe\nWon\'t save you tonight \nSpreading your love from the tip of a sword\nEchoing your reason that poisons you\nOf all your fear, love, anymore??\nLet pride come before a fall \nI wish you could see and leave for something more\nThan the things I\'m confined and condemned to be\nThey will know our needs and we won\'t be ignored\nSo that we may see some light\n Don\'t let them silence you\n\'cause you\'re a waste in their eyes\nThere\'s a grace inside of you...\nI need tonight... ",1 +3403,Blackalicious___Make_You_Feel_That_Way,happy, "Make You Feel That Way \nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way \n \nUp and early for the hope of a brand new day\nSee a homie you ain\'t seen since back in the day\nFresh haircut fitted with a fat-ass fade\nEnd of work, we chilling on a Saturday\nHow you felt when you first heard the Daddy Kane\nRakim, KRS - hey I had that tape\nCooling out with ol\' girl on a fat-ass date\nFind a hundred dollar bill wow man that\'s great\nGet promoted at your job up to management\nPlot a long time finally a plan has made it\nSometimes I feel I wanna shout, man it\'s real that way\nWhen I think of things that make you feel that way\n \nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way \n \nChristmas Day when your mama got your first bike\nType of feeling when you went and won your first fight\nHow your team felt winning championship games\nCelebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain\nHave a thought see a shooting star cross your screen\nPut in hard work finally you\'re living your dream\nDeaf man get his hearing now in come vibes\nBlind man gain his sight see his first sunrise\nYoung man speaking out, now he\'s loud and clear\nBirthin\' your child, smile so proud you wear\nGoing in your third eye for the styles you hear\nMaking music that\'ll bump for a thousand years\nEating right feeling conscious like health is first\nSaid a prayer that\'s sincere and you felt it work\nTimes I feel I want to shout, man it\'s real that way\nWhen I\'m thinking things that make you feel that way\n \nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way \n \nAll up in her vibe something coming over me\nSummer days more likely that you notice breeze\nWinter days more likely that you notice heat\nWhen I\'m gone, more likely that you notice me\nIn the dark it\'s more likely that you notice light\nIn the light more likely that you notice night\nHungry, more appreciation for that meal\nDead broke, more appreciation for that scrill\nA bad day\'ll make you really notice ones that\'s good\nAnd that\'ll make things a little better understood\nTimes I feel I wanna shout, man it\'s real that way\nWhen I think of things that make you feel that way \n \nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way, make you feel that way\nMake you feel that way\n \nYou know it\'s like, like the most greatest feeling you could ever feel, y\'know\nLike just total elation, y\'know\nSunny day, just got paid\nY\'know it\'s just like, y\'know just the, the most joyous feeling you could ever comprehend, y\'know\nChillin\' with your family, y\'know just, y\'know just really, really\nFeelin\', feelin\' the moment to the fullest\nY\'know, really, really, really, just chillin\' yeah\nIt\'s love, it\'s love, it\'s love7 ",0 +2793,Ben_Folds___Prison_Food,calm, "Prison Food You walked the earth\nTalked and never spoke a word\nShe wonders who\'ll be the first to go \nI said, you know\nThe biggest things we gotta face alone\nDon\'t wanna waste time and go \nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nA trace of me\nIt floats in my periphery\nAnd every time I turn to see it goes \nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again \nFloating by like a satellite\nTo pass the time, you\'ll float by again\nAnd I can tell you about the little things\nSo you don\'t think about the big things for a while \nYou walked the earth\nTalked and never spoke a word\nShe wonders who will be the first to go \nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAlone\nAlone again\nAloneSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42",2 +5787,Conjure_One___Extraordinary_Way,calm, "Extraordinary Way What I have is nothing to my name\nNo property to speak of\nAnd no trophy for my game\nIntangible and worthless\nMy assets on the page\nMy coffers are empty\nAny offer of safety has faded away\nBut what I have\nWhat I have is \nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this\nThat makes me lucky\nGod, I\'m lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I\'d be\n\'Cause what I have what I have\nMeans so very little to this world\nA promise that I kept and a bridge that I saved before it burned\nThe sacrifice that I made\nBrought me to my knees\nA choice that cost me everything and set somebody else free\nBut what I have\nIs the value that you see in these things \nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this \nThat makes me lucky\nGod I\'m lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I\'d be\n\'Cause what I have\nIs the value that you see in these things \nAnd everytime I forget those things you bring them right back to me \nWith your patience\nWhen I\'m blinding mad\nAnd your passion\nWhen I\'m really, really bad\nAnd your eyes\nTaking in everything I am\nAnd your body and soul and the way that you know\nHow I treasure you\n On an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this \nThat makes me lucky\nGod I\'m so lucky\nSo much luckier than I ever thought I\'d be \nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou take what I can give and you treasure it\nOn an ordinary day\nThe extraordinary way\nYou turn to me and say, I believe in this ",2 +5153,Charlotte_Hatherley___Dawn_Treader,happy, "Dawn Treader In the night I dream that it\'s over\nOn thin ice, tippin\' but balanced\nOh no, oh not again \nFrom afar the dawn treader has come\nHere to sail us all into the shredder\nOh once again \nOur one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\nIn hot water burning up nice we are\nFloating freely under the hammer\nOh no, oh not again \nFrom afar the dawn treader has come\nCrossing anchor round into the never\nOh not again \nOur one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love \nLove, love, love \nSwim to him baby\nOut of the mile\nSing to your daddy\nGo tell the choir \nLast way to come in\nDidn\'t you know\nSome kind of city\nOh Calypso \nI can almost see it now, now\n Our one and only life\nPut underneath the knife\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love \nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love\nOh what will happen to\nThe me and you I love \nLove, love, love\nLove, love, love ",0 +1855,Armin_van_Buuren_feat_Nadia_Ali___Who_Is_Watching,sad, "Who Is Watching \nIs it stinging\nThe acid in your stream\nHear the ringing\nVoices in between \n \nYou picked this tune to play\nAnd you had to have your way\nGot your masterpiece\nBut you don\'t seem pleased\n \nSo here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nDid you take on an endless tower\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou\'re frozen cold\nA one man show\nBut who is watching?\nThere\'s no one watching\nNo one is watching, no one is watching \n \nNow you got it\nEverything you asked\nBurned your bridges\nSo why you turning back \n \nMy doors won\'t fit you through\nYour head\'s too heavy to\nWhat could I give you now\nI\'m still the same tale \n \nSo here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nWas it all a big mistake\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou\'re in control\nA one man show\nBut who is watching?\nThere\'s no one watching\nSee Armin van Buuren LiveGet tickets as low as $150 So here it is, custom made\nYou wrapped the world around your finger\nYou\'re claim to fame, turned out a shame\nHas your spring turned into winter\nYou held your own\nOne man show\nBut no one\'s watching\nNo, no one\'s watching\nBut no one\'s watching\nNo, no one\'s watching\nBut no one\'s watching\nNo, no one\'s watching\nBut no one\'s watching\nNo, no one\'s watching\nBut no one\'s watching\nNo, no one\'s watching \n \nYou can\'t come back\nAnd you can\'t come back\nAnd you can\'t go back\nAnd you can\'t come back\nAnd you can\'t go back\nBut who is watching?\nAnd you can\'t come back\nThere\'s no one watching\nAnd you can\'t go back\nBut who is watching?\nAnd you can\'t come back\nThere\'s no one watching\nBut who is watching?\nThere\'s no one watching\nBut who is watching?\nThere\'s no one watching\nNo one is watching, no one is watching\nNo one is watching ",1 +2599,Beatsteaks___Summer,happy, "Summer \nWe burned the summer down\nThere\'s dust when we\'re around\nIt\'s done this afternoon\nWe came right back from moon \n \nWe paint the town red\nTo see what we will get\nDon\'t care about the past\nToday we\'ll make it last\n \nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we\'ve found\nAnd I\'m alive\nI\'m alive \n \nThere ain\'t no place to stay\nSo watch our tailights fade\nThe way it\'s said and done\nIt leads to where I\'m bound \n \nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we\'ve found\nAnd I\'m alive\nI\'m alive \n \nWe burned the summer down\nThere\'s dust when we\'re around\nIt\'s done this afternoon\nWe came right back from moon \n \nWe came around\nBreaking up the silence that we\'ve found\nAnd I\'m alive\nI\'m alive\nI\'m alive\nI\'m alive\n",0 +4934,Casiotone_For_The_Painfully_Alone___New_Years_Kiss,sad, "New Year’s Kiss \nWoke up with fingers crossed\nIn a boy\'s bed with your pants off\nAfter polite declines of coffee & toast\nWalked home itching in last night\'s clothes \n \nPast the Phone Booth & the Beauty Bar\nThe broken windows of your neighbors\' cars\nThrough the backdoor to a message from Sis\nAsking who was your New Year\'s kiss\n \nTook the afternoon to piece it all\nPlus a half a dozen phone calls\nCrashed a party with Larissa & Chris\nIn pursuit of a New Year\'s kiss \n \nNot the way that you\'d imagined it\nOn a balcony with champagne lips\nBut in a pantry against the pancake mix\nYou had your New Year\'s kiss",1 +8476,Eric_Church___Sinners_Like_Me,happy, "Sinners Like Me \nI was fifteen when my daddy\'s old man\nCaught me half way through my first beer\nHe laughed so hard when my face turned green\nHe said “You come from a long line of sinners like me”\nNow me and my brother go to see him some times\nBut he don\'t have much to say anymore\nSo we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D\nHere\'s to a long line of sinners like me \n \nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me\n \nMy mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin\' boy\nSo she had two more just like him\nIt takes an angel to raise a family\nThat comes from a long line of sinners like me\nWell now maybe who knows one day I\'ll settle down\nGive my dad a grandson of his own\nAnd when the doctor smacks him, he\'ll probably take a swing\nBecause he\'ll come from a long line of sinners like me \n \nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me \n \nOn the day I die\nI know where I\'m going to go\nMe and Jesus got that part worked out\nI\'ll wait at the gates til his face I see\nAnd stand in a long line of sinners like me\nI\'ll stand in a long line of sinners like me \n \nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nI come from a long line of sinners like me\nLa de dah de dah\nLa de dah dah de de\nHere’s to a long line of sinners like me\nI come from a long line of sinners like meSee Eric Church LiveGet tickets as low as $236 2 ",0 +4345,Britney_Spears___Lonely,happy, "Lonely \nTo think I\'m so naive\nHow dare you play with me?\nI gave you heart and soul, yeah\nTell me baby, please\nWhy you screwing with my head?\nI don\'t think you understand\nI won\'t take your huh no more\nDon\'t knock on my door \n \nNot this time, because I recognize\nI\'ve heard it all before, and I\n \nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin\'t no way I\'ll be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\nLet\'s just face it\nBetter off alone and I won\'t turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in \n \nDon\'t tell me how to feel\nOr say that you\'re for real\nMy mind\'s made up, I\'m cool without ya\nYou got no more appeal\nNow this girl don\'t need no man\nTo say what she can do or what she can\'t\nNow I live for me\nBoy, does that make you weep? \n \nNot this time, because I realize\nI\'ve heard it all before, and I \n \nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin\'t no way I\'ll be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\nLet\'s just face it\nBetter off alone and I won\'t turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\n \nThink of times you made me cry\nYou had me so confused\nI\'m tired of trying, I\'ll leave behind this\nWhat\'s a girl to do? \n \nI think of all the times you made me sick\nI used to think I couldn\'t handle it\nWhat you think, I\'m just another chick?\nMessed with Brit, boy, you must have tripped\nWhat were you thinking when you lost my trust?\nYou had it all, now you\'re left with nothing\nOoh, baby, now I know you want my touch\nAnd now you\'re lonely and you still want me \n \nI think of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin\'t no way I\'ll be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\nLet\'s just face it\nBetter off alone and I won\'t turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\nThink of all the time that I wasted\nThink of all the times that I took you back\nAin\'t no way I\'ll be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in\nLet\'s just face it\nBetter off alone and I won\'t turn back\nYou thought that I would be lonely\nI don\'t wanna let you back in8 ",0 +2205,Avril_Lavigne___He_Wasnt,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsHe Wasn’t \nThere\'s not much goin\' on today\nI\'m really bored, it\'s gettin\' late\nWhat happened to my Saturday? Saturday\nMonday\'s comin\', the day I hate \n \nI\'ll sit on my bed alone Bed alone\nStarin\' at the phone \n \nHe wasn\'t what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn\'t even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn\'t really what I\'m lookin\' for\n \nHey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey \n \nThis is when I start to bite my nails\nAnd clean my room when all else fails\nI think it\'s time for me to bail Time to bail\nThis point of view is gettin\' stale \n \nI\'ll sit on my bed alone Bed alone\nStarin\' at the phone At the phone \n \nHe wasn\'t what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn\'t even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn\'t really what I\'m lookin\' for \n \nUh-uh Hey, hey\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh Hey, hey\nUh-uh Hey, hey\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh Hey, hey\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nNa, na, na-na-na\nWe\'ve all got choices\nNa, na, na-na\nWe\'ve all got voices\nNa, na, na-na-na\nStand up, make some noise\nNa, na, na-na\nStand up, make some noise \n \nI\'ll sit on my bed alone\nStarin\' at the phone \n \nHe wasn\'t what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn\'t even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nHe isn\'t really what I\'m lookin\' for \n \nHe wasn\'t what I wanted, what I thought, no\nHe wouldn\'t even open up the door\nHe never made me feel like I was special\nLike I was special, 'cause I was special\n \nUh-uh\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh\nUh-uh\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh \n \nNa, na, na-na-na5 ",0 +4871,Carpark_North___Fireworks,sad, "Fireworks \nIt\'s on your hand\nThe scratching choices\nThe streets are shallow\nAnd so were the sounds\nImpatient road\nIs asking questions\nFrom the hour before this\nBefore anything \n \nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it\'s all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside\nThinking you and I\n \nThe tired tongue\nIs leaking stories\nFrom a mind\'s chaotic\nMap of the past\nSurrender now\nYou save the clicks and hours\n\'Cause your sorrow\'s breaching\nIn the hours to come \n \nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it\'s all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside\nThinking you and I \n \nThinking you and I \n \nFireworks went off that night, Alice went home\nDreams exploding in the sky, it\'s all very strong\nThere she goes alone, outside, outside\nWhen Alice went home",1 +4505,Bryn_Christopher___Smilin,happy, "Smilin’ Tell me why I’m feeling this way\n€˜Coz nothings the same when your gone\nTheres something going on in my brain\nI’m finding it hard to explain \nWhy am I addicted to you\nAnd when did I first lose control\nHow can I escape from your hold\nAnd how can I change when I’m .. \nTheres something that stirring deep inside\nAs long as you’ll stay I’ll be alright\nYou got me smilin’\nYou got me smilin’ tonight, think of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you\nYou got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ tonight, dream of you\nYou got me smilin’\nCoz I keep thinking of you \nNow you’ve gone I’m wanting you back\nI need you to make me feel good\nThe smoke inside my body reacts\nOh no I think that I’m under attack \nIt’s burning up a hole in my veins\nAnd suddenly everything’s fine\nI’m searching for some hope in this space\nYou see I try but I just can’t explain \nYou got me smilin’\nYou got me smilin’ tonight, think of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you\nYou got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ tonight, dream of you\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep thinking of you\n You got me smilin’\nI keep on smilin’ yeah\nYou got me smilin’\n€˜Coz I keep dreaming of you \nOh, Oooh Iiiiii, Oooohh ",0 +3110,Billy_Bragg___The_Saturday_Boy,happy, "The Saturday Boy I\'ll never forget the first day I met her\nThat September morning was clear and fresh\nThe way she spoke and laughed at my jokes\nAnd the way she rubbed herself\nAgainst the edge of my desk\nShe became a magic mystery to me\nAnd we\'d sit together in double history twice a week\nAnd some days we\'d walk the same way home\nAnd it\'s surprising how quick\nA little rain can clear the streets\nWe dreamed of her and compared our dreams\nBut that was all that I ever tasted\nCause she lied to me with her body you see\nI lied to myself 'bout the chances I\'d wasted\nThe times we were close\nWere far and few between\nIn the darkness at the dances in the school canteen\nDid she close her eyes like I did\nAs we held each other tight\nAnd la la la la la la la la means I love you\nShe danced with me and I still hold that memory\nSoft and sweet\nAnd I stare up at her window\nAs I walk down her street\nBut I never made the first team\nI just made the first team laugh\nAnd she never came to the phone\nShe was always in the bath\nIn the end, it took me a dictionary\nTo find out the meaning of unrequited\nWhile she was giving herself for free\nAt a party to which I was never invited\nI never understood my failings then\nAnd I hide my humble hopes now\nThinking back she made us want her\nA girl not old enough to shave her legs",0 +4022,Boyz_II_Men___I_Cant_Make_You_Love_Me,calm, "I Can’t Make You Love Me \nI can\'t make you love me \n \nTurn down the lights, turn down the bed\nTurn down these voices inside my head\nLay down with me and tell me no lies\nJust hold me close and don\'t patronize\nDon\'t patronize me \n \n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'t\nYou can\'t make your heart feel something that it won\'t\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won\'t, no, you won\'t\n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'t\n \nI\'ll close my eyes then I won\'t see\nThe love you don\'t feel when you\'re holding me\nMorning will come and I\'ll do what\'s right\nJust give me 'til then to give up this fight\nAnd I will give up this fight \n \n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'t\nYou can\'t make your heart feel something it won\'t\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won\'t, no, you won\'t\n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'t \n \nJust let me hold you baby one more time\nAnd maybe tonight I can change your mind\nAnd make you love me like you did before\nLeave a feeling in your heart you can\'t ignore\nI feel that baby we can make this right\nIf you just give me one more night\nI think that we\'re worth it and I feel we deserve it\nIf you feel that we don\'t have a chance \n \n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'t\nYou can\'t make your heart feel something that it won\'t\nHere in the dark, in these final hours\nI will lay down my heart 'til I feel the power\nBut you won\'t, no, you won\'t\n\'Cause I can\'t make you love me if you don\'tSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79",2 +7481,Doves___M62_Song,sad, "M62 Song Moonshine, waiting for a love that never comes\nMoonshine, wish it were a time that never was \nWaiting for a time, the truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for my love \nMoonshine, drinking to a love that\'s gone on by\nMoonshine, looking to the stars as cars go by \nWaiting for a time, truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for a love\nWaiting for a time, truth to call\nWaiting for a sign, show me all\nWaiting for a love \nWaiting for a love\nWaiting for my love\nWaiting for my love \nMoonshine, waiting for a love that never comes\nComes",1 +8187,Emerson_Hart___Friend_To_A_Stranger,happy, "Friend To A Stranger From a friend to a stranger, how\'s your life\nIn your current situation\nDid they hold you hostage, did they tell you lies?\nJust to add to your frustration\nOh, my heart \nSo you drown the whole day, in your troubled heart\nOn the road to change your life\nNot to give it all away, but to sing your song\n‘Cause in the end, that\'s where you arrive\nOh, my heart it breaks me\nWhen I hear them callin\' me\nOh, to see inside myself\nA guy can see that no one else could ever know\nThe way we\'d end up please\nSo from a friend to a stranger, how\'s your life\nIn your current situation\nWish you happiness and freedom, and I wish you life\nWhen you reach your destination\nYour destination\nYour destination",0 +5359,Chris_Rea___Driving_Home_For_Christmas,happy, "Driving Home for Christmas \nI\'m driving home for Christmas\nOh, I can\'t wait to see those faces\nI\'m driving home for Christmas, yeah\nWell, I\'m moving down that line \n \nAnd it\'s been so long\nBut I will be there\nI sing this song\nTo pass the time away\nDriving in my car\n \nDriving home for Christmas\nIt\'s gonna take some time but I\'ll get there \n \nTop to toe in tailbacks\nOh, I got red lights all around\nBut soon there\'ll be a freeway, yeah\nGet my feet on holy ground \n \nSo I sing for you\nThough you can\'t hear me\nWhen I get through\nAnd feel you near me\nDriving in my car \n \nI\'m driving home for Christmas\nDriving home for Christmas\nWith a thousand memories\nI take look at the driver next to m \n e\nHe\'s just the same\nJust the same\nInstrumental\n \nTop to toe in tailbacks\nOh, I got red lights all around\nI\'m driving home for Christmas, yeah\nGet my feet on holy ground \n \nSo I sing for you\nThough you can\'t hear me\nWhen I get through\nOh and feel you near me\nDriving in my car \n \nDriving home for Christmas\nDriving home for Christmas\nWith a thousand memories\nI take look at the driver next to me\nHe\'s just the same\nHe\'s driving home, driving home\nDriving home for Christmas \n \nDriving home for Christmas2 ",0 +4098,Brand_New___Last_Chance_to_Lose_Your_Keys,anger, "Last Chance to Lose Your Keys \nI cashed in all my chips tonight\nAnd combed my hair till it was just right\nCause I\'ve been thinking 'bout you and me girl\nAnd we\'ve got something going on\nTell me you can\'t wait to see me\nAnd you didn\'t bother to even show up\nThis whole situation\'s incredibly typical \n \nI should\'ve seen it all along\nI should\'ve seen it all along\nI should\'ve seen it all along\nIt\'s girls like you that make me think I\'m better off\n \nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won\'t be thinking about you, baby \n \nCall me on the phone\nAnd you don\'t even wanna talk\nStaring at you from across the room\nBut turn your back when I walk up\nWe got inches away\nAnd I never even got close\nLeave your lipstick at home\nDon\'t pick up the phone\nDon\'t bother to look in my direction \n \nI should\'ve seen it all along\nI should\'ve seen it all along\nIt\'s girls like you that make me think I\'m better off \n \nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won\'t be thinking about you, baby\nHome on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won\'t be thinking about you, baby\n \nForget everything you think you know about me\nForget everything you think you know about me\nThis isn\'t high school \n \nI\'m better off home on a Saturday night\nWith all my doors locked up tight\nI won\'t be thinking about you, baby\nForget everything you think you know about me\nThis isn\'t high school3 ",3 +2199,Avril_Lavigne___Complicated,anger, "Complicated \nUh-huh, life\'s like this\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nThat\'s the way it is\n\'Cause life\'s like this\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nThat\'s the way it is \n \nChill out, whatcha yellin\' for?\nLay back, it\'s all been done before\nAnd if you could only\nLet it be, you would see\nI like you the way you are\nWhen we\'re drivin\' in your car\nAnd you\'re talkin\' to me\nOne-on-one but you become\n \nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou\'re watchin\' your back like you can\'t relax\nYou\'re tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me \n \nWhy\'d you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you\'re\nActin\' like you\'re somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife\'s like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I\'m never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no \n \nYou come over unannounced\nDressed up like you\'re somethin\' else\nWhere you are and where it\'s at\nYou see, you\'re makin\' me\nLaugh out when you strike your pose\nTake off all your preppy clothes\nYou know, you\'re not foolin\'\nAnyone when you become \n \nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou\'re watchin\' your back like you can\'t relax\nYou\'re tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nWhy\'d you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you\'re\nActin\' like you\'re somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife\'s like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I\'m never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no No\nNo No, no, No\nNo No, no, No\nNo No, no No, no, no No \n \nChill out, whatcha yellin\' for?\nLay back, it\'s all been done before\nAnd if you could only let it be, you will see \n \nSomebody else 'round everyone else\nYou\'re watchin\' your back like you can\'t relax\nYou\'re tryin\' to be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me \n \nWhy\'d you have to go and make things so complicated?\nI see the way you\'re\nActin\' like you\'re somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife\'s like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I\'m never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no\nWhy\'d you have to go and make things so complicated? Ay-yeah\nI see the way you\'re\nActin\' like you\'re somebody else, gets me frustrated\nLife\'s like this, you\nAnd you fall, and you crawl, and you break\nAnd you take what you get and you turn it into\nHonesty and promise me, I\'m never gonna find you fake it\nNo, no, no75 ",3 +5646,Colbie_Caillat___Midnight_Bottle,happy, "Midnight Bottle \nMidnight bottle\nTake me calmly through my memories\nAnd everything will come back to me\nMidnight bottle\nMake it real\nWhat feels like make believe, so I can see a little more clearly\nLike every single move you make, kissing me so carefully\nOn the corners of my dreaming eyes \n \nI\'ve got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything\'s all right, if only for tonight\n \nGot a midnight bottle\nDrifting off into the candlelight\nWhere I can find you any old time\nMidnight bottle\nI forgot how good it felt to be in a dream\nJust like you had me\n\'Cause lately I\'ve been stumbling\nIt feels like I\'m recovering\nBut I think it\'s only for tonight \n \nI\'ve got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything\'s all right, if only for tonight \n \nIf only for tonight\nOh, if only for tonight, if only for tonight \n \nI\'ve got a midnight bottle, gonna drink it down\nA one way ticket takes me to the times we had before\nWhen everything felt so right\nIf only for tonight\nA midnight bottle, gonna ease my pain\nFrom all these feelings driving me insane\nI think of you and everything\'s all right, if only for tonight, yeah\n \nMidnight bottle\nTake the time away\nFrom where we are1 ",0 +8807,Faith_No_More___Caralho_Voador,sad, "Caralho Voador \nThey all know me by my car\nThey all know I\'m gone, but not how far\nI\'m heading straight down 101\nI\'m going to go and get me some \n \nMy lips are moving but there\'s no sound\nSomeday somebody\'s gonna get run down\nGonna get run down\n \nEu não posso dirigir\nE agora aparece\nMeu dedo enterrado\nNo meu nariz \n \nMy lips are moving but there\'s no sound\nSomeday somebody\'s gonna get run down\nMy lips are moving but there\'s no sound\nSomeday somebody\'s gonna get run down\nGonna get run down \n \nMy lips are moving but there\'s no sound\nSomeday somebody\'s gonna get run down\nMy lips are moving but there\'s no sound\nSomeday somebody\'s gonna get run down\nGonna get run down",1 +9181,Five_for_Fighting___Superman_Its_Not_Easy,sad, "Superman It’s Not Easy \nI can\'t stand to fly\nI\'m not that naive\nI\'m just out to find\nThe better part of me \n \nI\'m more than a bird, I\'m more than a plane\nI\'m more than some pretty face beside a train\nAnd it\'s not easy to be me\n \nI wish that I could cry\nFall upon my knees\nFind a way to lie\n\'Bout a home I\'ll never see \n \nIt may sound absurd, but don\'t be naive\nEven heroes have the right to bleed\nI may be disturbed, but won’t you concede\nEven heroes have the right to dream\nAnd it\'s not easy to be me \n \nUp, up, and away, away from me\nWell, it\'s alright\nYou can all sleep sound tonight\nI\'m not crazy or anything \n \nI can\'t stand to fly\nI\'m not that naive\nMen weren\'t meant to ride\nWith clouds between their knees \n \nI\'m only a man in a silly red sheet\nDiggin\' for kryptonite on this one way street\nOnly a man in a funny red sheet\nLookin\' for special things inside of me\n \nInside of me\nInside of me\nYeah, inside of me\nInside of me\nI’m only a man in a funny red sheet\nI’m only a man lookin\' for a dream\nI’m only a man in a funny red sheet\nAnd it\'s not easy, hoo, hoo, hoo\nIt\'s not easy to be me 11 ",1 +5413,Christina_Aguilera___You_Are_What_You_Are_Beautiful,calm, "You Are What You Are Beautiful \nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it\'s hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI\'m so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it\'s hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI\'m so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it\'s hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI\'m so ashamed\nEvery day is so wonderful\nThen suddenly it\'s hard to breathe\nNow and then I get insecure from all the pain\nI\'m so ashamed\n \nYou are what you are\nYou are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nYou are what you are\nWe are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they \n \nTo all your friends, you\'re delirious\nSo consumed in all your doom\nTrying hard to fill the emptiness\nThe pieces gone, left undone \n \nYou are what you are\nYou are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nYou are what you are\nWe are beautiful no matter what they say\nNo matter what they say\nNo matter what they say, no matter what they\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nNo matter what we do\nNo matter what we say\nWe\'re the song inside the tune\nFull of beautiful mistakes\nAnd everywhere we go\nThe sun will always shine\nBut tomorrow we might awake\nOn the other side\nAnd everywhere we go\nThe sun will always shine3 ",2 +9190,Flaw___Best_I_Am,sad, "Best I Am Long\nI\'ve been running away for far too long\nAfraid of what?\nAfraid of what I know is soon to come\nI may not be much of an example right now\nBut I can give you all of my knowledge on how to get along in this place \nRight now, all I can say....is I will do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you\'ll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am\nYou deserve the best that I am\nIt\'s so hard\nSo hard to think about when I was a child\nSo angry at life\nI blamed the world for such a long, long time\nBut things happened so quickly\nSome people just go\nI needed answers to heal me\nI wanted to know how to get by\nAnd now its my turn to say \nThat I will do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you\'ll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am\nSo I gotta do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you\'ll understand\nYou deserve the best that I am, I am, I am \nTHIS IS ALL FOR YOU \neverything in this world\neverything in this world\nThis is all for you\neverything in this world\neverything in your world\nThings won\'t everything in this world\nAlways\nGo right everything in my world\nIn this life\nThere\'s always changes.everything in your world\nWe\'ll make it\n That\'s why I gotta do the best that I can\nTo be a good example of man\nAnd I know one day that you\'ll understand\nYou deserve the best I am, I am, I am \nAnd I will..\nCause I will..\nI will.. \nI will do the best that I can!1 ",1 +9079,Finger_Eleven___Talking_To_The_Walls,calm, "Talking To The Walls No hostage has been held like I\'ve\nBeen holding mine but I\'m just fine\nSince I\'ve been without you\nNo prisoner could climb the walls\nThat I\'ve built up in my mind\nSince I\'ve been without you \nBut I\'m holding down and out\nI\'m desperate without you \nLook at the shape I\'m in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I\'m in\nBent and broken is all I\'ve been\nNo universal truth this time \nNo other universe but mine\nCould ever feel as unaligned\nSince I\'ve been without you\nNo instances from time to time\nFeel like things will turn out right\nSince I\'ve been without you \nBut I\'m holding down and out\nI\'m desperate without you \nLook at the shape I\'m in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I\'m in\nBent and broken is all I\'ve been \nNo universal truth this time\nThere\'s no universe for you and I\nThere\'s no one to make me realize \nLook at the shape I\'m in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I\'m in\nBent and broken is all I\'ve been\n Look at the shape I\'m in\nTalking to the walls again\nJust look at the state I\'m in\nBent and broken is all I\'ve been \nNo universal truth this time \nLook at the shape I\'m in\nTalking to the walls again\nLook at the state I\'m in\nBent and broken is all I\'ve been \nNo universal truth this time ",2 +8404,Envelopes___Freejazz,happy, "Freejazz Make things happen!\nProvoke them! \nIn the day, anytime and anywhere\n? \nIn the ? where I want to live\nI see this world and the faces I want to wear\nAnd the ? \nMake things happen!\nProvoke them!\nI never said it anywhere and anytime, anyway \n?\n? anywhere\n? \nI see this world, ? I wanna a way out\n? ",0 +7428,Dope___Fuck_Tha_Police,anger, "Fuck tha Police \n This is important stuff! I mean, these kids are being screwed. There\'s a whole generation of them. They\'ve got constitutional rights that are being violated every day by the police. They take the kids, they rough \'em up, then throw \'em in jail. The judges are cold. They--they throw the kids in jail, they give them a sentence, they don\'t give a shit, they just care about headlines. \n \nFuck the police, comin\' straight from the underground\nA motherfucker got it bad \'cause I\'m loud\nI\'m not a carbon copy, so police think they have the authority\nTo shoot a minority\nFuck that shit \'cause I ain\'t the one\nFor a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun\nTo be beating on and throwing in jail\nWe can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell\nFucking with me \'cause I\'m a teenager\nWith a little bit of dough and a pager\nSearchin\' my car, lookin\' for the product\nYeah, motherfucker, I\'m selling narcotics\nYou\'d rather see me in the pen\nThan me and my friends all rollin\' in a Benz\nBeat a police out of shape\nAnd when I\'m finished, bring the yellow tape\nTo tape off the scene of a slaughter\nStill gettin\' strong off bread and water\nI don\'t know if they\'re fags or what\nSearchin\' me down and grabbin\' my nuts\nA motherfucker on the war path\nAnd when I\'m finished, it\'s gonna be a bloodbath\nOf cops dyin\' on my way\nYeah, I got somethin\' to say\n \nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police! \n \n The jury\'s about to go, with rednecks, white-bread, shit, shit, a motherfucker. \n \nFuck the police, and I said it with authority\n\'Cause my people on the streets are the majority\nLights are flashin\' behind me\nBut you\'re a scared little faggot, so you mace me to blind me\nBut that shit don\'t work, I just laugh\n\'Cause it gives \'em a hint not to step in my path\nPolice, I\'m sayin\', Fuck you, punk! \nRead my rights and shit, it\'s all junk\nPullin\' out a silly club so you stand\nWith a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand\nBut take off the gun so you can see what\'s up\nAnd we\'ll go at it, punk, and I\'m gonna fuck you up\nMake you think I\'m gonna kick your ass\nBut drop your gat, and I\'m gonna blast\nTakin\' out a police will make my day\nA motherfucker like me don\'t give a fuck to say...\n \nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nWhoa!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police!\nFuck the police! \n \n Yo, man, what the fuck?! \n The name of the game is stay alive. ",3 +82,A_Perfect_Circle___Breña,sad, "Breña \nMy reflection\nWraps and pulls me under\nHealing waters to be\nBathed in Breña \nGuide me safely in\nWorlds I\'ve never been to\nHeal me, heal me\nMy dear Breña\n \nVulnerable\nIt\'s alright \n \nHeal me, heal me\nMy dear Breña\nShow me lonely and\nShow me openings\nTo lead me closer to you\nMy dear Breña \n \nVulnerable\nIt\'s alright \n \nOpening to heal\nOpening to heal\nHeal, heal, heal\nHeal me 5 ",1 +6872,Denison_Witmer___Castle_And_Cathedral,sad, "Castle And Cathedral There\'s a dream I have\nIt comes back when all the days turn into one\nI\'m in a coat and hat\nAnd I\'m standing on the coast of England\nWith a castle and cathedral on the sand\nI reached down to touch the water with my hand\nThen you turn and say to me\n You\'ve been talking in your sleep\nWhat did you see, what does it mean? \nI was a photograph\nOf our daytrip from the window of a train\nThe one we cut in half\nI kept mine and made a bookmark on a page\nIt fell out today as I was getting packed\nHave I left you here more times than I\'ve come back\nLike that snowfall out of reach\nWe kept our details underneath\nOnce made of stone, we went for broke\nI didn\'t know\nAre you a dreamer ",1 +6688,Daylight_Dies___Unending_Waves,sad, "Unending Waves I have memories\nClouded by sorrow\nOf a time in life\nWhen blood ran though my veins \nBut these walls keep closing\nSuffocating\nAnd now i\'m trapped beneath\nThe weight of my own loss \nIn the company\nOf my misery\nI gasp for air\nOnly to drown\nAgain\nUnending waves of memories\nLife\'s only gife bestowed to me \nRegret\nEvery moment marks\nA breaking of my heart\nAnd now i\'m left alone\nWith this ghost that i\'ve become\nFor years i\'ve built\nThis monument of pain\nI must find a way\nTo never feel again",1 +5568,Clinic___Goodnight_Georgie,sad, "Goodnight Georgie Goodnight Georgie, goodnight Grace\nYou know the sandman\'s on his way\nBeating a path down the alleyway\nBeginning to laugh in his favourite place\nHere he comes as you\'re dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling \nGoodnight Georgie, goodnight queen\nNow you know what can come from dreams\nAll that you ask for comes from dreams\nAll that you ask for comes for free\nShh, now hush, as you\'re dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling\nCome on my liege just roll him over\nCome on the lip only makes him bolder\nNow we know what\'s good for us darling\nOh my darling, shall we dance? \nSo now hush, as you\'re dreaming\nDreaming for us, darling \nCome on my liege just roll him over\nCome on the lip only makes him bolder\nCome in and slit him, I\'ve got tokens\nNow we know what\'s good for us darling\nOh my darling, shall we dance? \nGoodnight Georgie, goodnight queen\nNow you know what can come from dreams\nGoodnight, goodnight, goodnight",1 +908,All_Time_Low___Vegas,happy, "Vegas \nTonight we lie awake\nRemember how the coffee made us shake\nOn those long drives?\nOne more long night\nAnother seven days\nHeartbeat racing the interstate\nMy home tonight\nFor one more long night\nI\'m sure as hell the happiest I\'ve ever been\n \nWe get high, we let go\nWe\'ve got more than we know\nMy friends are a different breed\nMy friends are \n \nThere\'s a ghost in this room\nI think I\'ll name it after all of you\nAnd watch it hang over my bed\nLike decorations, celebrated\nMemories, they came and went\nIn light of all the time we spent\nListening to everything\nOur parents told us not to take in\nNow make a change\nI\'m counting down\nThe mile marks to every town\nAnd falling more in love\nWith the distance put between us \n \nWe get high, we let go\nWe\'ve got more than we know\nMy friends are a different breed\nMy friends are everything\nMake this last, take it slow\nWe\'ve got it all figured out for now\nSo let us live our lives without a doubt\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 \nTonight we lie awake\nRemember how the coffee made us shake\nOn those long drives?\nOne more long night\nAnother seven days\nHeartbeat racing, the interstate\nMy home, tonight\nFor one more long night \n \nFrom coast to coast, I\'ll make the most\nOf every second I\'ve been giving with this crowd\nWithout a doubt, you\'re all I dream about\nAt night we lie awake with stories taking us back to\nThe nights we felt alive\nThe nights we felt alive \n \nI would\'ve married you in Vegas\nHad you given me the chance to say, I do \nCouldn\'t make it any more obvious, could you?\nBe any more obvious\nI would\'ve married you in Vegas\nHad you given me the chance to say, I do \nCouldn\'t make it any more obvious, could you?\nBe any more obvious, could you?2 ",0 +7775,Edyta_Gorniak___Anything,calm, "Anything I would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do anything for you \nIf it is faith you are needing\nIf it\'s the air I\'m breathing\nI would give it all to you \nIf it\'s a dream your after\nI\'ll help you get there faster\nIf that is what you want to do\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything \nIf it\'s alone your feeling\nIf life has lost all meaning\nI promise you I\'m listening \nAnd if it\'s the truth you\'re seeking\nIf you need a secret keeping\nYou know you can trust in me \nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything \nI\'d even let you walk away\nIf you didn\'t want to stay\nI could not love you more than this \nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\nI would do, I would do anything\nFor you anything, anything\n Nothing I would not give\nNothing I would not do\nNothing I would not say\nNothing I would not give ",2 +7053,Diabolical_Masquerade___Haunted_By_Horror,sad, "Haunted By Horror The shadow we for got of the dead some tragedy\nI\'m crush dead frays out fame it to do\nPath of blackness the path to mighty forest\nBleaching through defeat it purr back its wallow it shay:pick turn infernal\nGave it to the spat the forest lent be hide look at this sane legion we\'re won\'t to die\nDesire in latch we want it forehead and captured within for resole is side\nBreed on slowly doubt pride pay be frosted on dot haunted moon\nSo I am the dead, arrow blood and thunder\nMake me wonder of the hate and moon clays\nTurn back the fault shove me with anger\nAnd revolve of the blood with hatch never be dead\nFallen for reborn I am is stand in high\nRising for dying dream ultimate in shade",1 +9422,Frank_Black___Two_Spaces,happy, "Two Spaces This gravity\nIs feeling like a tether\nI want to want to be\nSo high above the weather \nAll frequency around\nRound, round, round, round\nWithout a sound \nAnd there\'s today\nAnd there\'s two spaces\nAnd too many places\nNot to go to, ooh\nThis big old sea\nIs feeling like a pleasure\nI look cautiously\nAt all the falling treasure \nWith some frequency it comes down\nDown, down, down, down\nWithout a sound \nAnd there\'s today\nAnd there\'s two spaces\nAnd too many places\nNot to go to, ooh 1 ",0 +8773,FM_Static___The_Notion,happy, "The Notion \nShe knows that I\'m waiting by the door\nI know that she\'s trying to cover up staring at the floor \n \nLets Go! Don\'t say maybe\nForget everyone around let\'s together and get down\nI know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady \n \nOh no, I\'ve got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n\'Til the next needle on the record player drops\n \nIt\'s almost time to say our goodbyes and get home tonight\nLets do it up one more time\nShow these people what we had in mind \n \nLets Go! Don\'t say maybe\nForget everyone around let\'s together and get down\nI know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady \n \nOh no, I\'ve got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n\'Til the next needle on the record player drops \n \nOh no, I\'ve got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n\'Til the next needle on the record player drops\nOh no, I\'ve got the notion\nLets get together and start the commotion\nRound and round 'til everyone stops\n\'Til the next needle on the record player drops",0 +953,Alphaville___Beethoven,sad, "Beethoven There\'s a tremor in the city but it looks all quiet\nThere is something awful brewing but there ain\'t riots\nBeethoven\nYou can read between the lines that there must be more\nYou\'re alarmed but you don\'t know what you\'re waiting for\nBeethoven\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nWhen ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears\nThe skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe\nIt\'s just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind\nBeethoven\nThere\'s a scrawling on a tombstone\nJudenschweine raus\nOnce again the racial fury is burning down the house\nBeethoven\nThere\'s a bleeding yellow man lying in the streets\nBut there isn\'t anybody doing anything\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nWhen ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears\nThe skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe\nIt\'s just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind\nAnd one grey day shall rise the flood no dikes will stem the heavy tides\nWhen cold pierced feathered bodies scream\nThey fall as if the monstrous scythe of clouds had smashed them from the sky\nThe scattered squadron of mankind stabs right into the churned up ether\nOf long forgotten birdless flights\nBeethoven, the boots are back in town\nThe demons of the past will be replaced at last\nThere are smarter ones to stay, how can you stay away\nFrom the order of disgrace, how can you close your eyes\nBeethoven, the boots are back....",1 +15,10_Years___Focus,happy, "Focus Digging deeper in my mind, can\'t get you out of my head\nThere\'s no way to describe, just how you make me feel\nI don\'t know is it love, I have lost control\nEven when I\'m gone, I can\'t get away \nI can\'t focus, when I\'m near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can\'t focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can\'t focus? \nLike the moth fly\'s to the light, catch it at first sight\nI can\'t deny, I\'m taken by the beauty in your eye\'s\nI don\'t know is it love, I have lost control\nEven when I\'m gone, I can\'t get away\nI can\'t focus, when I\'m near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can\'t focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can\'t focus? \nI can\'t focus, when I\'m near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can\'t focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice?\nDo you notice?\nI can\'t focus, when I\'m near you\nDo you notice, me at all?\nI can\'t focus, when I hear you\nDo you notice, that I can\'t focus?",0 +618,Alan_Jackson___Where_I_Come_From,happy, "Where I Come From \nWell I was rolling wheels and shifting gears\nAround that Jersey Turnpike\nBarney stopped me with his gun\nTen minutes after midnight\nSaid, Sir you broke the limit\nIn thit rusty old truck \nI don\'t know about that accent son\nJust where did you come from \n \nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n \nWell I was south of Detroit City\nI pulled in this country kitchen\nTo try their brand of barbecue\nThe sign said finger-lickin\'\nWell I paid the tab\nAnd the lady asked me\nHow\'d I like my biscuit\nI\'ll be honest with you ma\'am\nIt ain\'t like mama fixed it \n \nCause where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from \n \nI was chasing sun on 101\nSomewhere around Ventura\nI lost a universal joint\nAnd I had to use my finger\nThis tall lady stopped and asked\nIf I had plans for dinner\nSaid no thanks ma\'am\nBack home We like the girls\nThat sing soprano\n \nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from \n \nWell I was headed home on 65\nSomewhere around Kentucky\nThe CB rang for the bobtail rig\nThat\'s rolling on like thunder\nWell I answered him and he asked me\nAren\'t you from out in Tulsa\nNo, but you might have seen me there\nI just dropped a load of salsa \n \nI said where I come from\nIt\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of front porch sitting\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nAnd working hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\n \nWhere I come from it\'s cornbread and chicken\nWhere I come from a lot of back porch picking\nWhere I come from trying to make a living\nWorking hard to get to heaven\nWhere I come from\nYeah where I come from\nA lot of front porch sitting\nStaring up at heaven\nWhere I come from\nWhere I come from\nTrying to make a living\nTrying to make a living\nOh, where I come from\nWhere I come from\nYeah where I come from\nGet back down there sometimes\nWhere I come from2 ",0 +9020,Figurines___Silver_Ponds,happy, "Silver Ponds I prefer to wait outside\nBut in your mind it\'s fine\nI\'ll leave it up to you \nWe\'re on the way to your old house\nI spend every Sunday on your couch\nNothing else to do \nThe long road that leads to pleasure\nThe strange towns where we all party together\nThe night is gone and now it\'s off to someone\nBut I\'ll wait and then we\'ll party together again\nIt feels great to show you around\nBut in your mind it\'s time\nTo leave it all behind \nWe drove aways said farewell, coughed\nCollected all the memories from your loft\nSpring is bound to subdues \nThe long road that leads to pleasure\nStrange town where we all party together\nThe night is gone and now it\'s off to someone\nBut I\'ll wait and then we\'ll party together again \nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe came down to Silver Ponds\nWe remembered all along \nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long\nWe\'re not going back for long",0 +8823,Faithless___Take_The_Long_Way_Home,calm, "Take the Long Way Home I lift ya off the earth, mundane and glum\nOut the solar system, way past the sun\nTill all the fear in your heart is gone\nAnd so on \nMm \nWalkin\' through the world with no pressure\nInner peace beyond measure\nI was leaving, wearing what I came in\nWhen a man said, Stop \n I wanna have what you have and get what you got \nI got it sleepin\' rough on the streets in the rain\nI got it learnin\' to share my people\'s pain\nI got it makin\' flowers grow in hearts of stone\nI got it \'cause I always take the long way home \nI been walking through the world with no pressure\nAir\'s fresher, full of vigour\nLife becomes my mirror\nThe further I go, the more I know\nOh, yeah, wherever the wind blow\nI\'ll be there\nTurned up in places that I never intended to go\nAnd so ended my youth \nI once depended on proof\nNow I\'m in the flow\nThere are things I know beyond knowing\nI\'ve never seen a seed growin\'\nI was going back home\nWhen a man said, Stop \n I wanna have what you have and get what you got ",2 +8806,Faith_No_More___Just_A_Man,sad, "Just a Man \nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow \nA star is out\nI reach for one to sparkle in my hand\nA star is out\nI will not touch you, I am just a man \nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow\n \nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky \n \nSky is clear tonight\nSky is clear tomorrow \nA star is out\nI reach for one to sparkle in my hand in your hand\nA star is out\nI will not touch you, I am just a man \'cause he is just a man \n \n Man was born to love\nThough often he has sought, like Icarus, to fly too high\nAnd far too lonely than he ought\nTo kiss the sun of east and west\nAnd hold the world at his behest\nTo hold the terrible power to whom only gods are blessed\nBut me, I am just a man \n \nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky\n And every night I shut my eyes\nBut now I\'ve got them open wide open wide\nYou\'ve fallen into my hands\nAnd now you\'re burning me\nAnd now you\'re burning me \n \nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nSo I don\'t have to see the light see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky \nAnd every night I shut my eyes\nBut now I\'ve got them open wide open wide\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky \nA cloudy sky\nWhoo, a cloudy sky\nWhoo, a cloudy sky\nThat\'s what I say see the light\nShining so bright\nI\'ll dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky ",1 +4720,Calvin_Harris___Merrymaking_at_My_Place,happy, "Merrymaking at My Place \nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh \n \nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking \n \nCome in to my house\nYou\'re invited into my house\nEntering the back of my house\nWelcoming you into my house\nCome in to my house\nYou\'re invited into my house\nEntering the back of my house\nWelcoming you into my house\nI\'ve invited loads to my house\nLoads of people come to my house\nThey take stuff inside of my house\nAnd smoke stuff outside of my house\n \nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking \n \nWell, I\'ve seen it before\nLots of people at my front door\nLots of people in my front door\nTrying to get into my house\nWell, I\'ve seen it before\nLots of people in my front door\nLots of people at my front door\nTrying to get into my house \n \nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking \n \nWe\'re merrymaking\nAll the stuff that you\'ve being taking\nAll the stuff that I\'ve being taking\nAll the stuff that we\'ve being taking\nWe\'re merrymaking\nAll the stuff that we\'ve being taking\nAll the stuff that I\'ve being taking\nAll the stuff that you\'ve being taking\nSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263 \nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place \n \nMerrymaking\nDrug taking \n \nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking, drug taking\nAt my place, baby, at my place\nMerrymaking \n \nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nMerrymaking1 ",0 +8660,Everclear___Sunflowers,happy, "Sunflowers I know where you go when you want to fall\nWhy do you want to be broken?\nOoh, I know where you go when you want to fall\nYes, your friends they tell me everything \nYes, I know where you go\nYes, I know what you do\nYes, I know the awful things you say\nAnd who you say them to\nYes, I know where you go\nYes, I know what you do\nI know how you feel you get crazy inside\nThey say it runs in the family\nI know just how you feel when you get crazy inside\nYour mom she said that you are just like me \nI can see it in your eyes\nI can see it in your shaky hands\nYes, I think you think I\'m stupid\nYou don\'t think I understand\nYes, I see you and I see myself when I was a younger man \nWhen you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nI remember you painting sunflowers in your room \nI know where you go when you want to fall\nHey, don\'t you want to be happy?\nYeah\nI know where you go when you want to fall\nYour useless friends they tell me everything\nEverything \nI see you run around in circles\nI see you digging your own hole\nI see you fight the fights that you just can\'t win\nI see you losing self control\nWhat it does to me deep down inside I hope you will never know\n When you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nPainting flowers on the wall\nI remember you happy\nI remember it all \nYeah, when you were a child\nYou were happy and free\nYou were my reason to live\nI would die when you smiled at me\nI can still see you\nI remember you painting sunflowers in your room\nOh, Sunflowers in your room\nSunflowers in your room\nYeah, Sunflowers in your room\nYeah, sunflowers in your room \nAll I want to remember\nPretty pictures on the wall\nI remember you happy\nI remember it all \nAll I want to remember\nAll I want to remember\nSunflowers in your room\nOh, sunflowers in your room\nOh, sunflowers in your room\nYeah, sunflowers in your room ",0 +5203,Cherish___Unappreciated,sad, "Unappreciated \nI\'m feeling really unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated\n \nI woke up this morning and saw your face\nAnd you didn\'t look the same as yesterday\nI got the feeling that you can\'t seem to see\nWhere you wanna be\nAnd lately, it ain\'t been the same at all\nWhen you\'re here, it\'s like I\'m invisible\nI still can\'t seem to see\nWhere I went wrong, \'cause I\'m feelin\' \n[Chorus: Cherish / Felisha]\nI\'m feeling really unappreciated Unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated \n \nLately, our house is not a home\nYou come in, take a shower, then say I\'m gone \nWhat am I to do when my heart says leave\nBut my feet won\'t move?\nAnd today is our anniversary\nAnd you haven\'t even said two words to me\nI\'m tryin\' hard to give you another chance\nBut ooh baby, I\'m feelin\'\n \nI\'m feeling really unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe Takin\' my love\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more How much more\nI can take from you\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\' I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated \n \nBoy, when I first met you\nI thought that you was the most perfect man\nThat I\'d ever seen\nAnd I still don\'t understand why\nYou treat me like you do\nI used to give into your lust\nBut now I see the truth\nOh no, I don\'t wanna hear it all through\nYeah, I know I\'ll still be missin\' you\nBut it\'s not worth the pain that\nI\'ve gained from you\nYou made me feel unappreciated \n \nI\'m feeling really unappreciated Unappreciated\nYou\'re takin\' my love for granted, babe Oh, oh-oh\nAnd I don\'t know\nHow much more\nI can take from you Ooh\nYou don\'t do the things you used to do\nYou don\'t even say I love you too I love you too\nAnd lately, I\'ve been feelin\'\nFeeling unappreciated Don\'t love me no more\n \nHey-ay, whoa-hoo-oh\nI\'m really feelin\'\nUnappreciated\nOh-whoa\nI\'m feelin\' unappreciated8 ",1 +4460,Bruce_Springsteen___Brilliant_Disguise,sad, "Brilliant Disguise \nI hold you in my arms as the band plays\nWhat are those words whispered, baby, just as you turn away\nI saw you last night out on the edge of town\nI wanna read your mind to know just what I\'ve got in this new thing I\'ve found \n \nSo tell me what I see when I look in your eyes\nIs that you, baby, or just a brilliant disguise? \n \nI heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow\nI saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow\nWell I\'ve tried so hard, baby, but I just can\'t see\nWhat a woman like you is doing with me\n \nSo tell me who I see when I look in your eyes\nIs that you, baby, or just a brilliant disguise? \n \nNow look at me, baby\nStruggling to do everything right\nAnd then it all falls apart\nWhen out go the lights\nI\'m just a lonely pilgrim\nI walk this world in wealth\nI want to know if it\'s you I don\'t trust\n\'Cause I damn sure don\'t trust myself \n \nNow you play the loving woman, I\'ll play the faithful man\nBut just don\'t look too close into the palm of my hand\nWe stood at the altar, the gypsy swore our future was right\nBut come the wee wee hours, well maybe, baby, the gypsy lied \n \nSo when you look at me, you better look hard and look twice\nIs that me, baby, or just a brilliant disguise? \n \nTonight our bed is cold\nI\'m lost in the darkness of our love\nGod have mercy on the man\nWho doubts what he\'s sure ofSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 4 ",1 +6000,Creed___Lullaby,sad, "Lullaby \nHush my love now don\'t you cry\nEverything will be all right\nClose your eyes and drift in dream\nRest in peaceful sleep \n \nIf there\'s one thing I hope I showed you \nHope I showed you \n \nJust give love to all \n \nOh my love in my arms tight\nEvery day you give me life\nAs I drift off to your world\nRest in peaceful sleep \n \nI know there\'s one thing that you showed me \nThat you showed me \n ",1 +3028,Big_Star___In_The_Street,happy, "In the Street \nHanging out, down the street\nThe same old thing we did last week\nNot a thing to do, but talk to you \n \nSteal your car, and bring it down\nPick me up, we\'ll drive around\nWish we had a joint so bad \n \nBust a street light\nOut past midnight\n \nHanging out, down the street\nThe same old thing we did last week\nNot a thing to do, but talk to you 1 ",0 +6763,Dead_Or_Alive___Come_Home_With_Me_Baby,happy, "Come Home With Me Baby Same place, after midnight\nSaw you looking so nice\nHot stuff, pants on fire\nPlease me, I want you now \nI\'m born to flirt, you\'re born to run\nLet\'s get together and get it on \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet\'s rock\nYou got the body I want\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want \nRed hot, the body\nYou got the body I want\nYou got the body I want, uhh \nI\'m not complicated\nPlease, don\'t keep me waiting\nHold me then undress me\nSmooth talk don\'t impress me \nAsk me once and I\'ll say yes\nI want the pleasure of your flesh\nI see the look inside your eyes\nLike what you see, come try me \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet\'s rock\nYou got the body I want \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was lookin\' for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want\n Come home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet\'s rock\nYou got the body I want \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody\nYou got the body\nYou got the body I want \nTouch me, baby, touch me\nMy love will take you to the top\nAmong the stars, let\'s rock \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet\'s rock\nYou got the body I want \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want \nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nLet\'s rock\nYou got the body I want\nCome home with me, baby\nOoh, you must be lucky\nI was looking for somebody, guess what\nYou got the body I want \nRed hot, the body\nYou got the body I want\nYou got the body I want \nYou know tonight\nThat I don\'t need affection\nAll that I want\'s a little piece of action\nCome home with me\nLet\'s rock1 ",0 +6802,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Different_Names_for_the_Same_Thing_Album_Version,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +1155,Amy_Ray___Shes_Got_To_Be,happy, "She’s Got To Be She\'s got to be with me always\nTo make sense of the skin I\'m in\nSometimes it gets dangerous, yeah\nAnd lonely to defend\nMarking time with every change\nIt\'s hard to love this woman in me \nShe is the one that stills the sea\nFinds the truth of this anarchy\nDives the depths of every age\nKeeps this body and knows the shape\nI will love and I will protect this love\nIt was hard to get\nAnd I will love and I will protect this love\nAnd its anarchy \nSociety what part of me\nIs swagger born?\nWhat part is demeaned?\nMama when I turn to age\nIs this body just a cage? \nShe\'s got to be with me always\nTo make sense of the skin I\'m in\nSometimes it gets dangerous, yeah\nAnd lonely to defend \nI will love and I will protect this love\nIt was hard to get\nI will love and I will protect this love\nAnd its anarchy",0 +6640,David_Sylvian___Nostalgia,anger, "Nostalgia Voices heard in fields of green\nTheir joy their calm and luxury\nAre lost within the wanderings of my mind \nI\'m cutting branches from the trees\nShaped by years of memories\nTo exorcise their ghosts from inside of me \nThe sound of waves in a pool of water\nI\'m drowning in my nostalgia\nNostalgia\nMy nostalgia\nThe sound of waves in a pool of water\nI\'m drowning in my nostalgia\nNostalgia\nMy nostalgia\nMy nostalgia 1 ",3 +7139,Dido___All_You_Want,happy, "All You Want I\'d like to watch you sleep at night\nTo hear you breathe by my side\nAnd although sleep leaves me behind\nThere\'s nowhere I\'d rather be\nAnd now our bed is oh so cold\nMy hands feel empty, no-one to hold\nAnd I can sleep what side I want\nIt\'s not the same with you gone\nOh if you\'d come home, I\'ll let you know that \nAll you want, is right here in this room, all you want\nAnd all you need, is sitting here with you, all you want\nIt\'s been three years, one night apart\nBut in that night you tore my heart\nIf only you had slept alone\nIf those seeds had not been sown\nOh you could come home and you would know that\nAll you want, is right here in this room, all you want\nAll you need is sitting here with you, all you want\nI hear your key turning in the door\nI won\'t be hearing that sound anymore\nAnd you and your sin can leave the way you just came in\nSend my regards to her\nI hope you\'ve found that \nAll you want, is right there in that room, all you want\nAll you need is sitting there with you, all you want\nI\'d like to watch you sleep at night\nTo hear you breathe by my side 1 ",0 +716,Alice_DJ___Celebrate_Our_Love,happy, "Celebrate Our Love I can see the sun\'s already shining\nIt\'s gonna be a perfect day\nHand in hand we\'re gonna party\n\'Till the music fades away \nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah \nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nNow I know that we\'re together\nIn perfect harmony\nPeace and love is what we dream of\nAnd forever we\'ll be free Yeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah \nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love \nCelebrate, celebrate\nCelebrate, celebrate\nCelebrate, celebrate \nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, celebrate\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, celebrate, yeah, yeah \nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nCelebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate Ooohooo! \nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, so come on!\nSo come on, let\'s celebrate!\n Yeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah\nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah \nYeahiyeahiyeahiyeahiyeah\nCelebrate our love Celebrate, yeah, yeah, celebrate, yeah, yeah ",0 +4946,Cassandra_Wilson___Children_Of_The_Night,sad, "Children of the Night Late at night\nWhen all the world is safe within their dreams\nI walk the shadows\nLate at night\nAn empty feeling creeps within my soul\nI feel so lonely \nSo I go into the darkness of the night\nAll alone I walk the streets until I find\nSomeone who is just like me\nSearching for some company\nChildren of the night \nLate at night\nA restless feeling takes control of me\nAnd I can\'t fight it \nLate at night\nI feel the need for someone who like me\nNeeds understanding \nSo again, I\'ll search the darkness of the night\nAll alone, I\'ll walk each street until I find\nSomeone who is just like me\nSearching for some company \nChildren of the night\nChildren of the night\n...",1 +2899,Bernard_Fanning___Believe,calm, "Believe \nCome on, you faker\nDon\'t you turn your back on me\nI\'m not your gaoler\nFly away on your silver wings with your golden key \n \nLook out, you loser\nI can almost smell defeat\nAll night manoeuvre\nTrying to set this trouble and problem free\n \nI can\'t believe you\'re giving it all up over me\nSo you can get back to where you should be\nGet back to what you really believe\nWhat you really believe \n \nCome on, you joker\nWhat you hiding up your sleeve?\nSo hard to please you\nLay your burden down on me if it\'s what you need \n \nI can\'t believe you\'re giving it all up over me\nSo you can get back to where you should be\nBack to what you really believe\nWhat you really believe \n \n \nWell, life has a way that\'s unpredictable\nBut you can\'t stand and wait in on a miracle\nWell, life has a way that\'s unpredictable\nCan\'t stand and wait in on a miracle\nCome on, you faker\nAll night manouevre",2 +6440,Dario_Marianelli___Atonement,sad, "Atonement Tragedy, we could not anticipate\nThe loss that was our life\nBleeding me, you drain the blood of friendship\nReplace the blood with liesI hope it serves you well\nFall, I\'m crashing to the pavement\nYour innocence betraying\nYou set me up to watch me fallIncomplete, destroyed what was left\nInside this shell of a man\nVacancy, the emptiness I carry\nAll devoid insideI hope it serves you well\nFall, I\'m crashing to the pavement\nYour innocence betraying\nYou set me up to watch me fall\nTry, to hold onto that moment\nYour sin\'s without atonement\nYour memory is now a scar",1 +3423,Blackmail___Dive,sad, "Dive Would you die for\nWould you die for a ride?\nYou don\'t have to wait\nYou don\'t have to wait tonight \nI intend to let\nI intend to let you dive\nAnother second passed\nAnd I just beg you to get tight \nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight\nIt wasn\'t meant to be\nIt wasn\'t meant to be, you\'re right\nThe plea is by my side\nThe time is up but you don\'t dive \nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight \nAnd everything\'s in bloom\nI\'m breathing down my neck\nI\'ll see the lightning soon\nI\'m diving to get back \nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nAnd it feels like you\'ve been\nDown to let me slide\nTonight",1 +2418,Badmarsh__Shri___Day_By_Day,calm, "Day By Day Day by day I\'m falling more in love with you\nAnd day by day my love seems to grow\nThere isn\'t any end to my devotion\nIt\'s deeper dear by far than any ocean \nI find that day by day you\'re making all my dreams come true\nSo come what may I want you to know\nI\'m yours alone, and I\'m in love to stay\nAs we go through the years day by day",2 +1798,Arctic_Monkeys___The_Bakery,sad, "The Bakery \nI wish you would have smiled in the bakery\nOr sat on a tatty settee\nAt a mutual friend\'s gathering\nAnd the more you keep on looking, the more it\'s hard to take\nLove, we\'re in stalemate\nTo never meet is surely where we\'re bound\nThere\'s one in every town\nJust there to grind you down \n \nI wish I would have seen you in the post office\nWell, maybe I did and I missed it\nToo busy with the mind on clever lines\nWhy not the rounders pitch or the canteen?\nYou\'re slacking, love, where have you been?\nJust had to go and wait until tonight\n \nTo give me the invite\nDon\'t worry, it\'s alright \n \nI wish I would have seen you down in the arcade\nSipping on a lemonade\nIn the paper cup and chewing on the straw\nAnd I wish I\'d seen you in the bakery\nBut if I\'d seen you in the bakery\nYou probably wouldn\'t have seen meSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 11 ",1 +3277,Black_Box_Recorder___Uptown_Top_Ranking,calm, "Uptown Top Ranking See me in me heels and ting\nThem check so we hip and ting\nTrue them no know and ting\nWe have them going and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots \nSee me upon the road and you call out to me\nDo you see me in my pants and ting\nSee me in the halter back\nSee me, give your heart attack\nGive me little bass, make me whine up my waist\nUptown top ranking\nSee me in my Benz and ting\nDolly through Constant Spring\nThem check so we come from Cosmo Spring\nBut a true them no know an ting\nThen I know so we top ranking\nUptown top ranking \nShould\'ve seen you in your ranking dread\nCheck how we jamming and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots \nWatch how we chuck it and ting\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots \nSee me upon the road and you call out to me\nDo you see me in my pants and ting\nSee me in the halter back\nSee me, give your heart attack\nGimme little bass, make me wind up me waist\nGimme little bass, make me wind up me waist\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\n Should\'ve seen me and the ranking dread\nCheck how we jamming and ting\nLove is all I bring\nIn a khaki suit and ting\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots\nNo pop no style, I strictly roots ",2 +3901,Boney_M_2000___Rasputin,happy, "Rasputin There lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people looked at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear \nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstacy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire \nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people looked at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear \nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstacy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire \nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on \nHe ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar\nBut the Kasachok he danced really wunderbar\nIn all affairs of state he was the man to please\nBut he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze \nFor the Queen he was no wheeler dealer\nThough she\'d heard the things he\'d done\nShe believed he was a holy healer\nWho would heal her son\n Ra ra Rasputin\nLover of the RussianQueen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on \nBut when his drinking and lusting and his hunger\nFor power became known to more and more people\nThe demands to do something about this outrageous\nMan became louder and louder \nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey\nHey hey hey \n This man\'s just got to go! declared his enemies\nBut the ladies begged Don\'t you try to do it, please \nNo doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms\nThough he was a brute they just fell into his arms \nThen one night some men of higher standing\nSet a trap, they\'re not to blame\n Come to visit us they kept demanding\nAnd he really came\nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian queen\nThey put some poison into his wine\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nHe drank it all and said I feel fine \nRa ra Rasputin\nLover of the Russian Queen\nThey didn\'t quit, they wanted his head\nRa ra Rasputin\nRussia\'s greatest love machine\nAnd so they shot him till he was dead \nOh, those Russians ",0 +8830,Faithless___Evergreen,calm, "Evergreen \nRunning with my rain face on\nToday I woke up feeling sad\nI know that you said\nThat one day I would be glad \n \nOh, the choirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nAre falling\n \nRibbons on evergreen\nOwls that pull them apart\nI can hear you singing, my funny valentine\nOh, you know that breaks my heart \n \nChoirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nOh, you know that breaks my heart \n \nRunning with my rain face on\nNo idea of what to say\nNo idea of what to do\nIn this fear that never goes away\nAll my dreams were here\nAll my dreams, my tears\nAll my dreams were here\nAll my dreams \n \nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nChoirs of winter, birds are calling\nTo me and\nAll the leaves I came to love\nOh, you know that breaks my heart\nOh, you know that breaks my heart ",2 +2270,Azam_Ali___From_Heaven_To_Dust,anger, "From Heaven To Dust The leaves tell\nOf the flower\'s death\nOf the hours spent\nIn this graveyard\nNo one tending to its pain\nNo one tending to its shame \nYour eyes tell\nOf a star\'s death\nIts house drained\nOf old memories\nOf the night holding within its claim\nThe light pending to pay its debt",3 +5767,Commodores___Sail_On,happy, "Sail On \nSail on down the line\n\'Bout a half a mile or so\nAnd don\'t really wanna know\nWhere you\'re going\nMaybe once or twice you see\nTime after time I tried to\nTo hold on to what we got\nBut now you\'re going \n \nAnd I don\'t mind about the\nThings you\'re gonna say, Lord\nI gave all my money and my time\nI know it\'s a shame\nBut I\'m giving you back your name\nYeah, yeah\n \nYes, I\'ll be on my way\nI won\'t be back to stay\nI guess I\'ll move along\nI\'m looking for a good time \n \nSail on down the line\nAin\'t it funny how the time can go\nAll my friends say they told me so\nBut it doesn\'t matter\nIt was plain to see that\nA small town boy like me\nJust wasn\'t your cup of tea\nI was wishful thinking \n \nI gave you my heart and\nI tried to make you happy\nAnd you gave me nothing in return\nYou know, it ain\'t so hard to say\nWould you please just go away\nYeah, yeah \n \nI\'ve thrown away the blues\nI\'m tired of being used\nI want everyone to know\nI\'m looking for a good time\nGood time, yeah\nSee Commodores LiveGet tickets as low as $59 \nSail on, honey\nGood times never felt so good\nSail on, honey\nGood times never felt so good\nSail on, sugar\nGood times never felt so good \n \nSail on\nSail on\nSail on ",0 +531,Air___Photograph,calm, "Photograph God would like to own your autograph\nThe angels cry to have your photograph \nAs if you were all sweetness and light\nAs fortune favours fools by candle light \nGod would like to own your autograph\nThe angels fight over your photograph \nPut your record on the phonograph\nLook at your position on the map ",2 +2937,Betty_Everett___Its_In_His_Kiss_The_Shoop_Shoop_Song,happy, "The Shoop Shoop Song It’s In His Kiss Does he love me? I wanna know\nHow can I tell if he loves me so?\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, you\'ll be deceived\nIs it in his eyes?\nOh no, he\'ll make believe\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is, oh yeah\nOr is it in his face?\nOh no, it\'s just his charm\nIn his one embrace\nOh no, that\'s just his arm\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it\'s love, if it really is\nIt\'s there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that\'s not the way\nAnd you\'re not listenin\' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh yeah, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nWhoa oh oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight\nAnd find out what you wanna know\nIf it\'s love, if it really is\nIt\'s there in his kiss\nHow 'bout the way he acts\nOh no, that\'s not the way\nAnd you\'re not listenin\' to all I say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh yeah, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is\nOh oh, it\'s in his kiss\nThat\'s where it is",0 +4278,Bright_Eyes___Soon_You_Will_Be_Leaving_Your_Man,calm, "Soon You Will Be Leaving Your Man He\'d always get so mad at things you\'d laugh at\n Don\'t get so worked up , you\'d say\nBut on the back deck, you admit that\nYou haven\'t felt much like laughing lately anyway\nAnd so I say, That could change \nI notice how you waste no time\nMaking your way across the room\nYou leave a wake of tongues\nStill waving after you\nAnd it isn\'t no coincidence\nWhere you finally choose to stand\nI guess soon\nYou will be leaving your man\nIt\'s a sweet smile and then a denial\nHey, you are just trying to be nice\nBut there is a meaning\nTo every fleeting action you unconsciously decide\nThe clocks they chime\nNow it\'s time \nI know you try and play it cool\nBut there are some thoughts you just can\'t hide\nOnly in your closest friends do you confide\nThe way you say you\'ll be seeing me\nOh like it\'s so offhand\nI guess soon\nSoon you will be leaving your man \nYou stare at me so boldly now\nYou have no lack of confidence\nIt\'s just those lessons of subtlety you missed\nI know you dream of saving me\nLike I\'m some plane that you could land\nBut when you fly\nYou will be leaving your man ",2 +8908,Fatboy_Slim___Love_Island,happy, "Love Island House house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house \nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house\nHouse house, house house \nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse, house, house, house\nHouse house house house, house house house house\nHouse house house house, house house house house \nHouse\nHouse\nHouseSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 ",0 +3121,Billy_Currington___I_Got_A_Feelin,happy, "I Got A Feelin’ \nI don\'t want to rush this thing\nI don\'t want to jump the gun\nI really want to say those three little words\nBut I\'m going to bite my tongue \n \nYeah, I\'m just gonna lay on back\nLeave it on cruise control\nI\'m gonna hold it all inside\n\'Til the right time comes down the road\n \nI got a feelin\'\nMy head\'s a reelin\'\nMy heart is screamin\'\nI\'m about to bust loose \n \nBottled up emotion\nIt\'s more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin\'\nAre you feelin\' it too? \n \nI guess I\'ve all but said it now\nSo much for hopin\' you\'d go first\nDon\'t leave me hangin\' out here on the line\nBaby, it\'s your turn \n \nSay you couldn\'t sleep last night\nSwore that you could feel me breathe\nHad you wanting me there by your side\nYeah, baby I know what you mean\nSee Billy Currington LiveGet tickets as low as $58 \nI got a feelin\'\nMy head\'s a reelin\'\nMy heart is screamin\'\nI\'m about to bust loose \n \nBottled up emotion\nIt\'s more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin\'\nYou\'re feelin\' it too \n \nBottled up emotion\nIt\'s more than a notion\nIt starts with an I\nAnd ends with a you\nI got a feelin\'\nYou\'re feelin\' it too \n \nYou\'re feelin\' it too\nYeah, you\'re feelin\' it too\nYou\'re feelin\' it too\nOh yeah1 ",0 +3414,Blackfield___Pain,sad, "Pain Here I\'m standing on the sea shore\nShe is gone, now she\'s gone\nAll the angels praying for me\nAs I fall, as I fall \nWhile I\'m melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long? \nTo my nightmare with the devil\nI\'ll go strong, I\'ll go strong\nAll my friends now try to save me\nWhat a joke, what a joke\nWhile I\'m melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long? \nWhile I\'m melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long? \n\nWhile I\'m melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far\nWill we ever meet again as friends, after so long? 3 ",1 +3409,Blackfield___Where_Is_My_Love,sad, "Where Is My Love? Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?\nThe freezing moment when you turned your head and waved goodbye\nWhere is my love? \nEven all the biggest storms can\'t take my pain away\nWhere is my love?\nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love? \nI gave you everything I could but you want the stars\nWhere is my love?\nEndless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?\nEven all the biggest storms can\'t take my pain away\nWhere is my love?\nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love? \nSo where is my love? \nNoisy happy people crossing streets from side to side\nWhere is my love? \nEndless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart\nWhere is my love?",1 +9104,Fiona_Apple___Sullen_Girl,sad, "Sullen Girl \nDays like this, I don\'t know what to do with myself\nAll day and all night\nI wander the halls along the walls\nAnd under my breath I say to myself\n I need fuel to take flight \n \nAnd there\'s too much going on\nBut it\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\n \nIs that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl\nThey don\'t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea\nBut he washed me \'shore\nAnd he took my pearl\nAnd left an empty shell of me \n \nAnd there\'s too much going on\nBut it\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nUnder the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion\nIt\'s calm under the waves\nIn the blue of my oblivion 6 ",1 +4654,Cake___Pentagram,happy, "Pentagram Your pentagram is down below our floor\nYour naked body shimmers in the night\nDancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite\nYour feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies\nWho have passed the test\nJust like all the rest\nBut never really understood\nThe reasons why they took it\nIn the first place\nAhh, in the first place\nYour feasty eyes won\'t make me fall apart\nYour turquoise and silver won\'t weaken this old heart\nYeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite\nI fell to the ground on a windy, windy night \nWell I have passed the test\nJust like all the rest\nBut never really understood\nThe reasons why I took it\nIn the first place\nAhh, in the first place",0 +701,Alias__Tarsier___Cub,calm, "Cub One afternoon on the train\nThere was a child sitting beside me\nSmearing the glass\nWith his face and hands \nLet\'s look for things to do\nHe said, I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter \n Or can you curl your tongue like this? \n I can. \nCuriosity clings\nIt\'s a roof weather tight\nFor this only son\nHe\'s buried in himself while\nThe world goes up for sale\nSitting beside him\nIt\'s like when a dog smiles\nThe wait is never long\nAnd conquering grows futile \nWhile the world\'s for sale\nHe\'s buried in himself\nI would sooner believe this star\nNot nearly 3 feet tall ",2 +4983,Cat_Power___Good_Clean_Fun,sad, "Good Clean Fun After this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one \nAfter this there will be heads on different bodies\nAfter this there will be no more beautiful dresses\nAfter this there will be fast cast \nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no more good clean fun\nI forgive you for the rest\nEven the whole time I was tested\nNobody does it better\nBaby, you\'re the best \nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be so many good ones \nAfter this there will be less interest\nAfter this there will be no one\nNo one, no one \nHey, I\'m really down on my luck\nHey, can I have something from you?\nBut it seems I have nothing to give\nIt seems you have nothing to give \nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no one\nAfter this there will be no more good clean fun \nI forgive you for the rest\nEven the whole time I was tested\nNobody does it better\nBaby, you\'re the best",1 +5124,Chantal_Kreviazuk___Time,happy, "Time Time, where did you go?\nWhy did you leave me here alone?\nWait, don\'t go so fast\nI\'m missing the moments as they pass \nNow I\'ve looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer\nSo wait for me this time \nI\'m down\nI\'m down on my knees\nI\'m begging for all your sympathy\nBut you, I\'m just an illusion you don\'t seem to care I wish that I could\nYou humble people everywhere I don\'t mean to hurt you\nNow I\'ve looked in the mirror and the world\'s getting clearer\nI\'ll take what you give me\nPlease know that I\'m learning\nSo wait for me this time \nI should\'ve know better\nAnd I shouldn\'t have wasted those days\nAnd afternoons and mornings\nI threw them all away \nNow\nThis is my time\nAnd I\'m going to make this moment mine\nI shouldn\'t have wasted those days \nI\'ll take what you give me\nPlease know that I\'m learning\nI\'ve looked in the mirror\nMy world\'s getting clearer\nSo wait for me this time \nThis time, this time, this time \nOhhh, this time\nThis time\nThis time",0 +1550,AntiFlag___Bring_Out_Your_Dead,happy, "Bring Out Your Dead Spend a lifetime working for these people\nTo make what is earned in one day\nThere are options to choose, I call it Social Progress\nProgress to not be abused \nThey were arrested for their views\nIt was the protesters they screwed\nAnd still had the nerve to ask\nWho I was voting for\nCause when you silence our youth\nThen you silence the truth\nOur right not to remain...\nYEAH!!! \nStart funding lives that move for changes\nNot funding leaders that oppress and use\nWhen politicians become nothing more but major corporations\nPosing as humans, real humans lose... \nThey were arrested for their views\nIt was the protesters they screwed\nAnd still had the nerve to ask\nWho I was voting for\nCause when you silence our youth\nThen you silence the truth\nOur right not to remain...\nSILENT!!! \nI won\'t remain\nI won\'t remain silent\nI won\'t remain\nI won\'t remain SILENT!!!! \nBring out your dead...\nOppression\nIntimidation\nSuppression",0 +3687,Blues_Traveler___Optimistic_Thought,happy, "Optimistic Thought When she wakes it seems so shady\nShe remembers she\'s a lady\nAh, but could it be that maybe\nShe was having lots of fun?\nShe sees she\'s wearing leather\nIn her navel there\'s a feather\nShe just has to crack a smile\nAnd close her eyes, her prayer begun \nShe said Life I embrace you\nI shall honour and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again \nAn explorer, he went wandering\nTo satisfy his pondering\nBasically meandering\nUnsure of what he\'d find\nBraving any danger\nBut to his family he\'s a stranger\nAnd from time to time he turns around\nAnd this runs through his mind \nHe said Life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again \nThere\'s a multitude of story\nSome is clean and some is gory\nBut there is no need to worry\nIf you\'re sold or if you\'re bought\nWe\'re just spinning on some granite\nThat we like to call a planet\nAnd if you need to contemplate\nWell here\'s an optimistic thought\n Life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again \nOh, life I embrace you\nI shall honor and disgrace you\nPlease forgive if I replace you\nYou see I\'m going through some pain\nBut now I see clearly\nAnd the dawn is coming nearly\nAnd though I\'m human and it\'s early\nI swear I\'ll never forget again ",0 +703,Alice_Cooper___Lost_In_America,anger, "Lost in America I can\'t get a girl cuz I ain\'t got a car\nI can\'t get a car cuz I ain\'t got a job\nI can\'t get a job cuz I ain\'t got a car\nSo I\'m looking for a girl with a job and a car\nDon\'t you know where you are \nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost \nI got a mom but I ain\'t got a dad\nMy dad\'s got a wife but she ain\'t my mom\nMom\'s looking for a man to be my dad\nBut I want my mom and dad to be my real mom and dad\nIs that so bad?\nOh, I think I\'ve been had\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost \nWell, I live at the Se7en Eleven\nWell, I\'m tryin\' to play this guitar\nWell, I\'m learning Stairway to Heaven \nCuz Heaven\'s where you are \nI can\'t go to school cuz I ain\'t got a gun\nI ain\'t got a gun cuz I ain\'t got a job\nI ain\'t got a job cuz I can\'t go to school\nSo I\'m looking for a girl with a gun and a job\nAnd a house with cable!\nDon\'t you know where you are \nHey man, you\'re\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost in America, lost\nLost in America\nLost in America\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nUh, uh uh uhh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nUh huh uh huh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nYeah-heah-heah-hey\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nA-hey-hey hey hey hey\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nA-duh-duh duh duh duh\nLost, lost, lost, lost\nOh yeah I\'m lost ",3 +775,Alice_Smith___Dream,happy, "Dream When I wake up in the morning time, I\nLike to see you sleeping by my side, I\nThink about the nights we had before\nWanna give you this and more\nLet you know I truly adore you \nBeing with you, loving you this way is so sweet\nThe way you kiss me, you\'re making my knees go weak\nWe could be forever happy through rain or whatever\nNever gonna take the fantasy away from you\n \nI need to be everything you see in your dreams\nIt seems to me you\'ll never find another lover good as I\nTo give you all that you need\nAnd I\'ll be there to love you each and every night and all through the day, day, day, day \nThere was a time, I didn\'t have you around\nBack in them days, my heart never made a sound\nNow it\'s beating like my head\'s in the clouds\nNever doubt that I\'ma always be down to hang around you \nYou\'re making me feel so good inside\nThe way I feel when you lovin\' me makes me wanna cry\nAll the strength for the things you do, makin\' my love dream come true\nMoving me to tell you that I love you \n ",0 +3219,Bizzy_Bone___Mercy_Mary,happy, "Mercy Mary He meaning of a mother named mercy mary attack of the love, the hug that we steadily refuse\nWoo yeah it\'s coming back to me, we gon ride this, only one bizzy bizzy\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Maryhaha off top! \nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me. Have no mercy? \nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go \nThe meaning of a mother named Mercy Mary \nAttack of the love, the hug that steadily refuse\nEver suffer the trouble, the problem that picks at the very weary\nCall it disease, but baby I\'m just weeded, heated blazon, for those P.O.D\'ed\nHypno n moet jewel, for the few gon get the glee ton\nAll we r is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime\nIt\'s the mercenary of the whole team\nN puff the green, until we all with kings in the seas\nProblem\'s our knees up above ah\nPut it to Solva, yo baby ask for alcohol in the wrong y\'all I won\'t bust no drama\nTo the pack of Dom of Perignon or Malarial? it\'s all here\nAin\'t no Hollywood, my bid is Hollyhood n the souls got hustle\nKill can u feel that Mista Ripsta, hmm I just can\'t breath\nHmm be ready to d-lo these plz rest in peace\nIn a death the souls will increase\nTill they each get ready for the son of Mary\nHurry in the case of each of my mercenary\'s\nMercenary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, mercenary\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me \nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go \nYo while they like or not, gotta leave us alone, Hey!\nLet\'s tell em get up off of our ass n what if don\'t say?\nWhat do they know about love, what do they know about home, home\nBeautiful doves and plenty of love, I say it again if u want now come on\nI\'m loyally walking, n praying, n talking about my day upon my heartache\nKinda had saw, my feet is my car, we specially dark, shhhh ahh\nBut people they saw me again n they get on the road, u already know\nThe quicker, the better I\'m felling about but I live in the dropalarm?\nNobody is better we keeping it moving, it\'s hard as ever, forgive what I\'ve done\nN repent in our dues, n know what I do\'s, n keeping it cool, now what do we loose?\nWe keepin it moving, n rapping so lord forgive what I done n singing our dues\nAnd living our dues, tell me what do we choose\nMercenary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, mercenary \nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go \nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n moma she loves me \nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\n They keep on telling me I don\'t know nothing, I like that, but I fight that\nJesus insight that And baby Bryon u can go and re sight that \nYeah, to the pipe line, tell em how much u love me\nGotta string on chain game, Pauly? I know u hug me\nA cynical so political let me tickle your mind\nI\'m kissing the ground\nI love u daddy, the lord is so profound\nStay out of that flesh for me, no problem, gonna let em pass em\nMy oppression is fitted with fine brass, at last \nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me\nMercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me \nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go\nCarry my baby where ever my baby need to go, go, go, go, go, go1 ",0 +3955,Boston___Party,happy, "Party \nOh yeah, well you know I don\'t get off on working day after day\nI wanna have some fun while I\'m here\nI play the game when its going my way\nAnd theres nothing like a party when its kicking into gear \nIm getting ready for a party tonight\nYes Im getting ready to cruise\nAnd if you\'ve got something for me\nIve got something for you\n \nBaby, its a party and nobody cares\nWhat we\'re doing there\nBaby, its a party as long as you\'re there\nIts a party, party, party \n \nI can\'t believe it when some people say\nThat it\'s a sin that way we live to die\nYou know, there\'s never been a more natural thing\nThere\'s a brand new story, but it\'s the same old lie \nSo come on get ready for the time of your life\nCause I\'m getting right in the groove\nAnd if you\'ve got something for me\nIve got something for you \n \nSo come on, oh come on, let\'s go get down \n \nGet down and party if you need a cue\nYou\'re sure to find one in the crowd\nJust meet your friends and have a toke or two\nIn a place where they can never play the music too loud\n And get ready for a party tonight\nCause Im getting right in the groove\nAnd if you\'ve got something for me\nIve got something for you \n \n \nNow a man doesn\'t live on bread alone\nHe\'s got to have some loving each and every night\nAnd a woman\'s got to have it if the truth be known\nLet\'s get together honey, it\'s alright\nI said, let\'s get together honey, it\'s alright\nSo come on, let\'s get together honey, it\'s alright \n \nAww, get down\nGet down and party ",0 +5237,Chiara_Civello___Here_Is_Everything,happy, "Here is everything Walking on my way from you\nThe sun is gone\nAnd all my thoughts turn blue\nWhile I go down this road alone\nFinally I\'m just taking my time\nTo carve our past into a stone \nHere is the day you found me\nHere is the music by the sea\nHere is our trip on a sinking ship\nHere is the wine that made us free\nHere is a dream no one else will see\nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid\nHere is the time I borrowed\nHere is the peace I didn\'t know, didn\'t know \nYou\'ve been stepping on broken glass\nWhile I\'m waiting for it to pass\nHere is the hope that didn\'t last \nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid \nHere is my tear for losing you\nHere is my care and here\'s my gratitude\nI\'m heading on to the break of dawn\nHere is the song that took me so long\nHere is my love and solitude\nHere is my love and here\'s my solitude \nHere is everything we wanted\nHere is everything we never had\nHere is every ghost we hunted\nHere is everything we left unsaid",0 +9322,Foo_Fighters___Best_Of_You,sad, "Best of You \nI\'ve got another confession to make\nI\'m your fool\nEveryone\'s got their chains to break\nHoldin\' you\nWere you born to resist\nOr be abused? \n \nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nAre you gone and on to someone new?\n \nI needed somewhere to hang my head\nWithout your noose\nYou gave me something that I didn\'t have\nBut had no use\nI was too weak to give in\nToo strong to lose\nMy heart is under arrest again\nBut I break loose\nMy head is giving me life or death\nBut I can\'t choose\nI swear I\'ll never give in\nI refuse \n \nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt\'s real, the pain you feel\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you? Oh\n \nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n \nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt\'s real, the pain you feel\nThe life, the love you\'d die to heal\nThe hope that starts the broken hearts\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you? \n \nI\'ve got another confession, my friend\nI\'m no fool\nI\'m getting tired of starting again\nSomewhere new\nWere you born to resist\nOr be abused?\nI swear I\'ll never give in\nI refuse \n \nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you?\nHas someone taken your faith?\nIt\'s real, the pain you feel\nYou trust, you must confess\nIs someone getting the best\nThe best, the best, the best of you? Oh29 ",1 +2443,Bandits_of_the_Acoustic_Revolution___Heres_To_Life,happy, "Here’s To Life How did Camus really die that night?\nWere they right when he died was it really his time?\nOr was it suicide?\nAnd Holden Caufield is a friend of mine\nWe go drinking from time to time\nAnd I find: it gets harder every time \nThree went down But only two of them come up again\nThe minimal is criminal but less is a sin\nThough three went down But only two of them come up again\nI\'m not going to play if there ain\'t no way I\'ll win\nHemingway never seemed to mind the banalities of a normal life\nAnd I find: it gets harder every time\nSo he aimed a shotgun into the blue\nPlaced his face in between the two and sighed:\nHere\'s to life! \nThree went down But only two of them come up again\nThe minimal is criminal but less is a sin\nThough three went down But only two of them come up again\nI\'m not going to play if there ain\'t no way I\'ll win \nHey there Salinger, what did you do?\nJust when the world was looking to you\nTo write anything that meant anything\nYou told us you were through\nAnd it\'s been years since you passed away\nBut I see no plaque, and I see no grave\nAnd I can\'t help believing you wanted it that way \nVincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?\nYou were on your way to heaven but the road was steep\nAnd who was there to break your fall?\nWe\'re guilty, one and all\nAnd I don\'t know much, but I do know this:\nWith a golden heart comes a rebel fist\nAnd I can\'t help agreeing with those that would not quit\n And it makes me sick when I think of it\nAll my heroes could not live with this\nAnd I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did\nAnd K.D.C. you were much too young\nAnd you changed my life\nBut I draw the line at suicide\nSo here\'s to life! ",0 +2738,Belle__Sebastian___Wrapped_Up_In_Books,happy, "Wrapped Up in Books It was pretty bright, up on the rainbow bridge tonight\nI could see into your window although you’re far away\nYou were racing in a car\nBeside a boy, you just don’t know if he is up for\nWhat you have in mind\nIf he is up for what you have in mind \nChange is on the cards, but this time it will be hard\nBut I never want to leave you\nWe’ve never had a fight\nYou should never split a pole\nYou should never split at all\nI wish I had two paths I could follow\nI’d write the ending without any sorrow\nI will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there\nI will wrap my hands around you\nSo I know it will be fine \nWe’ve got a fantasy affair\nWe didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare\nOur aspirations are wrapped up in books\nOur inclinations are hidden in looks \nSummer’s hastening on\nI’m trying to get a feeling from\nThe city but I’ve been unfaithful\nI’ve been traveling abroad \nWe’ve got a fantasy affair\nWe didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare\nBut the fantasy remains\nYou better come back to Earth again\nOur aspirations are wrapped up in books\nOur inclinations are hidden in looksSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1 ",0 +593,Al_Jarreau___Let_Me_Love_You,happy, "Let Me Love You Must have been that something you told me\nWhispered just the other day\nSaid that you\'d be leaving tomorrow\nBut there\'s got to be some other way\nTo bring you closer\nCan we look closer\nWould you stay with me \nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n\'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nI can love you tenderly\nI just can\'t believe that it\'s over\nYou looked at me and said goodbye\nBut deep inside my heart keeps on dreamin\' baby\nCause there\'s still that look of love in your eye\nWhen we were lovers\nSo close to each other\nWhen our love was free \nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n\'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nYes, I can love you tenderly\nSo tenderly\nLet me love you, tenderly \nBRIDGE:\nLove is patient\nLove is a gift\nDon\'t you know\nAll this time\nI have been searchin\nFor a love land\nWhere we can live, together\n Live forever\nLive together\nLive forever\nWould you stay with me \nCHORUS:\nLet me hold you\nI can hold you longer\nLet me feel you\n\'Til my heart is stronger\nLet me love you\nI can love you tenderly \nREPEAT CHORUS 3x ",0 +1828,Arcturus___White_Noise_Monster,sad, "White Noise Monster Crowded mind working overtime\nIn a shrinking, stinking shrine\nA presence arrives just out of sight\nHides in the maze, collects all mistakes \nWhite noise withering weed of deeds\nWorshipping wild filth in the temple of guilt\nFiling its womb with pleasure and doom \nMonstrous urban paranoia\nSweeping over my minefield mind\nTrigging random horrors\nCause and effect is a bittersweet sect\nAnd I\'m a priest of loons, carrier of wounds\nA battle-fatigued random seed\nPlaced on this earth and fucked up from birth\nI say, who?.. Who gives a flying shit anyway?\nCome on conquest at those, what do you say?\nIn a room without view I, cold-sweating and drew\nMy theories of everything and anything would do\nReading the mind of mankind\'s daemon\nPushing the line forward all the time\nA deep-space satellite on light-speed depressed\nTorn and obsessed by a lifetime of jests",1 +301,Ace_of_Base___Donnie,happy, "Donnie \nDonnie\'s got a secret and you know it\nHe was yours, in the summertime, yeah\nAbout ten years ago\nHe promised you to stay forever\nLive with you\nIt\'s so bittersweet now\nWhen you know what you lost \n \nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side\nDonnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for one by one\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted day and night\nBut Donnie had a girlfriend: tender, sexy, sweet and blonde\n \nHe\'s always on your mind\nThe season changes\nYears went by\nBut that chapter of love stays unfinished for you\nKeep on dancing through your new life\nMaybe, make a move\nMake him see you again\nAs the flower you are \n \nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side\nDonnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for one by one\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted day and night\nBut Donnie had a girlfriend: tender, sexy, sweet and blonde \n \nIn the summer time, yeah\nIn the summer time, life was easy\nOn the beach you had him long ago\nIn the summer time, yeah\nIn the summer time, life was easy\nOn the beach you had him long ago\nDonnie was the boy you always wanted by your side...",0 +3202,Bishop_Allen___Flight_180,sad, "Flight 180 It\'s like you took the giant Christmas tree\nAt Rockefeller Center and\nYou spread it out paper thin\nBut you were careful not to break a bulb\nAnd then you mirrored it a million fold\nTo shine and shine and shine along \nThere\'s a tap on my knee\n Bring up your seat back please, she says\nBut I know she means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nSome of the lights below\nShine directly on the people I know\nTheir lives take such strange shapes\nBut how together they appear from above\nI guess that could be love\nMy friends, my friends, I\'m coming home \nAnd then the captain speaks\n It\'s clear and 44 degrees. \nBut I know he means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me \nBut I\'ve been out past the lights\nTo where the jagged black begins\nI let my heels sink in the sand\nAnd the ocean soaked its teeth\nAnd the cold cuts through my feet\nI\'m stretched out on and on and on \nHow disconnected\nI can feel the ground\nLike I\'m shining all alone\nI don\'t wanna be, so\nBefore I go to bed tonight\nI signal up to the passing flights\nHit the lights, the lights, the lights, the lights\n And now the man in the middle seat\nRecites his times tables audibly\nBut I know he means\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nDance with me\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nIf you feel like dancing, dance with me\nDance with me2 ",1 +2080,Atomic_Kitten___See_Ya,happy, "See Ya \nYeah, yeah, yeah\nOoh, ooh\nOh, baby\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nCheck it out now\nOoh, ooh\nCheck it out now \n \nI\'ve been looking and been searching, oh baby\nFor the one who\'ll be true ooh, ooh\nAnd I thought that I had found him, oh boy\nBut now I know it\'s not you ooh, ooh\n \n\'Cause you can see me running\nBut you\'re standing still\nYou don\'t believe it\'s coming\nBut you know that it will \n \nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn\'t wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou\'re not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo \n \nWell there\'s plenty more where you came from\nSo I think I\'ll go fish ooh, ooh\nThere\'s a great big ocean out there\nAnd boy, you\'re not my favourite dish ooh, ooh \n \n\'Cause you can see me sinking\nLike I told you so\nI need a new direction\nBut you won\'t let me go \n \nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn\'t wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou\'re not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo\nCheck it out now ooh, ooh\n \n\'Cause you can see me running\nBut you\'re standing still\nYou don\'t believe it\'s coming\nBut you know that it will \n \nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn\'t wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou\'re not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah oh, baby\nSo baby, see ya, alright oh, yeah\nI wouldn\'t wanna be ya tonight Woo\nLet me make it clear, alright\nYou\'re not the one for me, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah woo ",0 +4620,CALLA___Rise,sad, "Rise Surely it\'s a waste of time\nYou hold me highly, I suppose it\'s fine\nI feel worthy 'cause I\'ve gained your trust\nI\'ve done it for myself \nI have eaten on a cold dead horse\nI have wandered down a blind man\'s course\nI have promised everything will be fine\nI don\'t say this to no one else \nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nGot home pretty late last night\nWhere\'s that scratch from, did you get in a fight?\nI have told you over, over again\nYou should stand up for yourself \nScared it was about your size\nLook, don\'t worry, I can see it in your eyes\nStrength in numbers is the chef fireman\nDon\'t say this to no one else \nAnyway you look at this\nThere\'s nothing you could do\nCalm yourself and evade yourself\nRemember I\'m with you \nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind?\nIf I fail, if I rise, will you trail behind? \nIf you want to follow\nDon\'t leave the light on\nDon\'t leave the light on with her\nDon\'t leave the light on",1 +3249,Björk___Earth_Intruders,sad, "Earth Intruders \nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches \n \nTurmoil!\nCarnage! \n \nHere come the earth intruders\nWe are the paratroopers\nStampede of sharp shooters\nCome straight from voodoo\n \nWith our feet thumping\nWith our feet marching\nGrinding skeptics\nInto the soil \n \nShower of goodness coming to\nEnd the doubt pouring over\nShower of goodness\nComing to end \n \nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the sharp shooters\nFlock of parachuters\nNecessary voodoo \n \nI have guided my bones\nThrough some voltage\nAnd love them still\nAnd love them too \n \nMetallic!\nCarnage!\nFuriocity!\nFeel the speed!\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the sharp shooters\nFlock of parachuters\nNecessary voodoo \n \nThere is turmoil out there\nCarnage, rambling\nWhat is to do but dig?\nDig bones out of earth \n \nMud graves!\nTimber!\nMorbid trenches! \n \nHere come the earth intruders\nThere\'ll be no resistance\nWe are the canoneerers\nNecessary voodoo \n \nAnd the beast\nWith many heads\nAnd the arms rolling\nSteamroller\n \nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches \n \nForgive us, tribe\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nWe are the earth intruders\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nMarching\nWe are the earth intruders\nMuddy with twigs and branches\nMarching\nMarching\nMarching\nMarching16 ",1 +509,Aimee_Mann___Video,sad, "Video \nTell me why I feel so bad, honey\nTV\'s flat and nothing is funny\nI get sad and stuck in a cone of silence\nLike a big balloon with nothing for ballast\nLabeled like a bottle for Alice\nDrink me down or I\'ll drown in a sea of giants \n \nAnd tell me, Baby, baby, I love you\nIt\'s nonstop memories of you\nIt\'s like a video of you playing\nIt\'s all loops of seven-hour kisses\nCut with a couple near-misses\nBack to the scene of the actor saying:\n\'Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?\' \n \nTell me why I feel so bad, honey\nFighting left me plenty of money\nBut didn\'t keep the promise of memory lapses\nLike a building that\'s been slated for blasting\nI\'m the proof that nothing is lasting\nCounting to eleven as it collapses \n \nAnd tell me, Baby, baby, I love you\nIt\'s nonstop memories of you\nIt\'s like a video of you playing\nIt\'s all loops of seven-hour kisses\nCut with a couple near-misses\nBack to the scene of the actor saying:\n\'Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?\' \n \nBaby, baby, I love you\nBaby, baby, I love you\nBut baby, I feel so badSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 ",1 +9505,Franz_Ferdinand___The_Fallen_Ruined_By_Justice,happy, "The Fallen Ruined by Justice So they say you\'re trouble, boy\nJust because you like to destroy\nAll the things that bring the idiots joy\nWell, what\'s wrong with a little destruction? \nAnd the Kunst won\'t talk to you\n\'Cause you kissed St. Rollox adieu\n\'Cause you robbed a supermarket or two\nWell, who gives a damn about the profits at Tesco? \nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTurn the rich into wine as you walk down the mean\nThe fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nYeah, we\'re all...\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nDrink to the devil\nAnd death to the doctors \nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nWell, five thousand users fed today\nOh as you feed us, won\'t you lead us\nTo be blessed \nSo we stole and drank champagne\nOn the seventh seal, you said you never feel pain\n I never feel pain, won\'t you hit me again?\nI need a bit of black and blue to be in rotation. \nIn my blood, I feel the bubbles burst\nThere was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst\nYou\'ve a lazy laugh and a red white shirt\nI fall to the floor, fainting at the sight of blood \nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTurn the rich into wine, walking the mean\nBe they Magdalene or virgin- you\'ve already been\nYou\'ve already been and we\'ve already seen\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nTo be blessed\n La la la la la la la \nSo, I\'m sorry if I ever resisted\nI never had a doubt that you ever existed\nI only have a problem when people insist on\nTaking their hate placing it on your name \nSo they say you\'re trouble, boy\nJust because you like to destroy-\nYou are the word, the word is \'destroy\'\nI break this bottle and think of you fondly \nDid I see you in a limousine\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened\nTo the whore in a hostel or the scum of a scheme\nTurn the rich into wine, walking the mean\nIt\'s not a jag in the arm, it\'s a nail in the beam\nOn this barren Earth, you scatter your seed\nBe they Magdalene or virgin, you\'ve already been\nYeah, you\'ve already been\nAnd we\'ve already seen that the- \nWhoo hoo\nWhoo hoo\nx4\nYou\'ve already been, we\'ve already seen\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us\nIf you judge us\nWe\'re all damned ",0 +1605,Antony__The_Johnsons___What_Can_I_Do,sad, "What Can I Do? What can I do\nWhen the bird\'s got to die\nWhat can I do\nWhen she\'s too weak to fly\nWhat can I do\nWhen she\'s calling my name\nShe\'s crying\nMama, Help me to live\nWhat can I do",1 +7221,Dinosaur_Jr___Gargoyle,sad, "Gargoyle \nI see you every once in a while\nForget where I was standing stood\nEyes glazed with apprehension\nCould it ever have been that good \n \nThe virgin\'s escaping\nWill is fading\nAnother couple locks ones attention\nHow did I believe this fool\nNon-stop degradation waiting until\nNothing can ever be the same\n \nThe virgin\'s escaping\nWill is fading\nEveryone tries their hand at love\nIt\'s just up to hope that all in amour\nEveryone in which you\'ve found\nBest known by its? Cure \n \n \nWill is fading",1 +6250,DUNCAN_SHEIK___Lo_and_Behold,sad, "Lo and Behold Simeon, he was a man\nHeld his heart out in his hand\nA hollow land of autumn breeze\nEvenings in the brittle rain\nLeaves that fill the barren plain\nWith simple pain embroideries\nIn the temple yesterday\nWas a man, who came to pray\nWho couldn\'t stay and couldn\'t leave \nSo, he feel down on his knees\nSued for grace and sued for peace\nA little ease, and not to grieve\nMarion, she met a man\nTook her to Jerusalem\nTo take a stand, escape a scene\nTo wander in the honey sea\nDrink the milk of Memory\nAnd never be herself again\nIn the temple yesterday\nWas a woman came to pray\nWho couldn\'t say, and couldn\'t see\nSo, she fell down on her knees\nSued for grace and sued for peace\nSued the priest to set her free \nLo, lo and behold\nLo, lo and behold",1 +3148,Billy_Joel___New_York_State_Of_Mind,sad, "New York State of Mind \n \nSome folks like to get away\nTake a holiday from the neighborhood\nHop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood\nBut I\'m taking a Greyhound\nOn the Hudson River line\nI\'m in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh\n \nI\'ve seen all the movie stars\nIn their fancy cars and their limousines\nBeen high in the Rockies\nUnder the evergreens\nI know what I\'m needing\nAnd I don\'t want to waste more time\nI\'m in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh \n \nIt was so easy living day by day\nOut of touch with the rhythm and blues\nBut now I need a little give and take\nThe New York Times, the Daily News \n \nIt comes down to reality\nAnd it\'s fine with me 'cause I\'ve let it slide\nI don\'t care if it\'s Chinatown or on Riverside\nI don\'t have any reasons I left them all behind\nI\'m in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh, oh yeah \n \nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 \nIt was so easy living day by day\nOut of touch with the rhythm and blues\nBut now I need a little give and take\nThe New York Times, the Daily News\nWho-oh, uh-oh-uh-oh \n \nIt comes down to reality\nAnd it\'s fine with me 'cause I\'ve let it slide\nI don\'t care if it\'s Chinatown or on Riverside\nI don\'t have any reasons I left them all behind\nI\'m in a New York state of mind\nMmh-mmh \n \nI\'m just taking a Greyhound\nOn the Hudson River line\n\'Cause I\'m in a, I\'m in a New York\nState of mind, yeah7 ",1 +7140,Dido___The_Day_Before_The_Day,sad, "The Day Before the Day \nSpeeches won\'t be made today, clocks will carry on\nFlowers won\'t be left in parks, work will still be done\nPeople won\'t be dressed in black, babies will be born\nNo flags will fly, the sun will rise but we will know that you are gone \n \nYou who loved to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough \n \nIt wakes me every single night thinking through the day\nDid you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage?\nOr were you calm or were you numb, or happy just to get it done?\nI\'ve lived my life without regret until today\n \nAnd you who loved to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough \n \nI didn\'t get to say goodbye the day before the day\nWas trying to get to work on time that\'s why I turned away\nAnd missed the most important thing you ever tried to say\nI\'ve lived my life without regret until today \n \nAnd you who love to love\nAnd believed we can never give enough\nAnd you who hoped that underneath\nWe all felt the same\nThat was until the day before the day, the day before the day\nThe day before the day, oh the day before the day\nThe day before the day, oh the day before the day\nOh the day before the day, oh the day before the day 2 ",1 +8365,Enrique_Iglesias___Do_You_Know_The_Ping_Pong_Song,happy, "Do You Know? The Ping Pong Song \nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know? \n \nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n \nIf birds flying south is a sign of changes\nAt least you can predict this every year\nLove, you never know the minute it ends suddenly\nI can\'t get it to speak\nMaybe finding all the things it took to save us\nI could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me\nLook in your eyes to see something about me\nI\'m standing on the edge and I don\'t know what else to give \n \nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya? \n \nHow can I love you? How can I love you?\nHow can I love you? How can I love you?\nIf you just don\'t talk to me, babe \n \nFlowin\' through my head\nIs the question, Is she needing\nAnother side of a man I cannot be? \nLooking at the last three years like I did\nI can never see us ending like this\nDo you know?\nSeeing your face no more on my pillow\nIs a scene that\'s never happened to me\nDo you know?\nBut after this episode I don\'t see\nYou could never tell how the next day life could be\n \nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya? \n \nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nDo you know? \n \nDo you know what it feels like\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like you don\'t know how it feels\nLoving someone that\'s in a rush to throw you away? you don\'t know how it feels\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know what it feels like you don\'t know how it feels\nTo be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed? you don\'t know how it feels\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\n \nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?\nDo you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?6 ",0 +4430,Bruce_Springsteen___Out_In_The_Street,anger, "Out in the Street \nPut on your best dress, baby\nAnd darling, fix your hair up right\n\'Cause there\'s a party, honey\nWay down beneath the neon lights\nAll day, you\'ve been working that hard line\nNow tonight, you\'re gonna have a good time \n \nI work five days a week, girl\nLoading crates down on the dock\nI take my hard-earned money\nAnd meet my girl down on the block\nAnd Monday when the foreman calls time\nI\'ve already got Friday on my mind\nWhen that whistle blows, girl, I\'m down the street\nI\'m home, I\'m out of my work clothes\n \nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk\nWhen I\'m out in the street\nWhen I\'m out in the street \n \nWhen I\'m out in the street, girl\nWell, I never feel alone\nWhen I\'m out in the street, girl\nIn the crowd, I feel at home\nThe black-and-whites they cruise by\nAnd they watch us from the corner of their eye\nBut there ain\'t no doubt, girl, down here\nWe ain\'t gonna take what they\'re handing out \n \nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk \nBaby, out in the street, I don\'t feel sad or blue\nBaby, out in the street, I\'ll be waiting for you\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 When the whistle blows\nGirl, I\'m down the street\nI\'m home, I\'m out of my work clothes \n \nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI walk the way I wanna walk\nWhen I\'m out in the street\nI talk the way I wanna talk \nWhen I\'m out in the street\nPretty girls, they\'re all passing by\nWhen I\'m out in the street\nFrom the corner, we give them the eye \nBaby, out in the street I just feel all right\nMeet me out in the street, little girl, tonight\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nI\'m talking out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nMeet me out in the street\nI\'m talking out in the street1 ",3 +5906,Cowboy_Junkies___Cold_Tea_Blues,sad, "Cold Tea Blues If I pour your cup, that is friendship\nIf I add your milk, that is manners\nIf I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste\nThat is tea \nBut if I measure the sugar\nTo satisfy your expectant tongue\nThen that is love\nBut if I measure the sugar\nTo satisfy your expectant tongue\nThen that is love\nSitting untouched and growing coldSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84 ",1 +303,Ace_of_Base___Love_In_December,happy, "Love in December We had a million of days\nI know that our time has run out\nYou\'re my everlasting groove\nForget the past, for the time to come\nIn all our thoughts and we will meet again\nNever leave me out here in the cold\nI sing for my never-ending dream \nLove in December, I will always remember\nOur summer with passion, a fatal attraction\nColors are fading like the leaves in November\nWhat\'s left of the magic?\nWe had a million of days... \nLove in December...\nWhat\'s left of the magic we felt in the spring time? \n\'Cause there\'s a place in the world\nI know where I rather would be\nIn the fairy tales of love\nWhere everything has a happy end\nA world my friend in Fantasia land\nWe will be together all the time, my friend\nIn the fairy tales of love \nLove in December... \nFor a moment a touch could feel\nLike a vision of an angel\nHas our love and desire dissappeared forever?\nAlways longing to have you near\nFeel the power and the passion\nFeel me slipping from your hands\nPlease break my fall \nLove in December... \nLove in December...\n Love in December... \nLove in December... ",0 +3145,Billy_Joel___Youre_Only_Human_Second_Wind,calm, "You’re Only Human Second Wind \nOoh-ooh yeah ooh\nYou\'re having a hard time and lately you don\'t feel so good\nYou\'re getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood \n \nIt\'s alright It\'s alright, sometimes that\'s what it takes\nYou\'re only human You\'re allowed to make your share of mistakes Only human ooh-ooh \n \nYou better believe there will be times in your life\nWhen you\'ll be feeling like a stumbling fool\nSo take it from me you\'ll learn more from your accidents\nThan anything that you could ever learn at school\n \nDon\'t forget your second wind\nSooner or later you\'ll get your second wind \n \nOoh-ooh yeah\nIt\'s not always easy to be living in this world of pain\nYou\'re gonna be crashing into stone walls again and again \n \nIt\'s alright It\'s alright though you feel your heart break\nYou\'re only human You\'re gonna have to deal with heartache\nYou\'re only human \n \nJust like a boxer in a title fight\nYou got to walk in that ring all alone Oh oh oh oh\nYou\'re not the only one who\'s made mistakes\nBut they\'re the only thing that you can truly call your own \n \nDon\'t forget your second wind\nWait in that corner until that breeze blows in \n \nYou\'ve been keeping to yourself these days\n\'Cause you\'re thinking everything\'s gone wrong\nSometimes you just want to lay down and die\nThat emotion can be so strong\nBut hold on\n\'Til that old second wind comes along\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99 Only human ooh-ooh\nOnly human \n \nYou probably don\'t want to hear advice from someone else\nBut I wouldn\'t be telling you if I hadn\'t been there myself\nIt\'s alright It\'s alright, s-sometimes that\'s what it takes hahaha\nWe\'re only human, We\'re supposed to make mistakes Only human ooh-ooh \nBut I survived all those long lonely days Oh oh oh oh\nWhen it seemed I did not have a friend\n\'Cause all I needed was a little faith\nSo I could catch my breath and face the world again \n \nDon’t forget your second wind\nSooner or later you’ll feel that momentum kick in\nOne more time\nDon’t forget your second wind\nSooner or later you’ll feel that momentum kick in \n \nDon’t forget your second wind Only human ooh-ooh\nDon’t forget your second wind only human\nSecond wind\nDon’t forget your second wind Only human ooh ooh\nOnly human1 ",2 +5620,Cocorosie___Gallows,calm, "Gallows \nIt was just before the moon hung her weary heavy head in\nThe gallows and the graves of the milky, milky cradle\nHis tears have turned to poppies, a shimmer in the midnight\nA flower in the twilight, a flower in the twilight \n \nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow \n \nThey took him to the gallows, he fought them all the way though\nAnd when they asked us how we knew his name\nWe died just before him, our eyes are in the flowers\nOur hands are in the branches, our voices in the breezes\n \nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree \n \nWe\'re waiting by the willow, our milky milky cradle\nOur lockets long have rusted, his picture worn and weathered\nOur hair is in the garden, our voices in our toeses\nOur limbs are in the blossoms, our eyes are in the branches \n \nAnd our screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree\nOur screaming is in his screaming\nOur screaming in the willow tree 2 ",2 +9531,Fredrika_Stahl___Oh_Sunny_Sunny_Day,happy, "Oh Sunny Sunny Day Oh sunny sunny day\nI\'ve never felt this way\nMy heart so light\nThe sight so bright\nOh honey honey say?\nDid you make me this way?\nMade me take life with ease\nSo darling won\'t you... \nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play?\nSunny sunny day\nYou make my heart sway\nYou make me sing\nWith all light you bring\nOh darling darling love\nYou\'re a gift from above\nNow quit your foolish game of tease\nAnd honey won\'t you please... \nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play? \nDon\'t let the sun go down on this day\nCan\'t it stay for ever this way?\nBut before our joy will cease\nOh honey, honey won\'t you please... \nSpin the bottle, kiss and tell\nWhisper wishes down the well\nHide and seek, Simon say?\n...Do you wanna play? ",0 +6309,Dan_Auerbach___Heartbroken__In_Disrepair,sad, "Heartbroken, In Disrepair \nThere is no light, there is no charm charm\nAll my belongings, I hold in one arm arm\nUnder the bridge, asleep in the shade shade\nAll of the terrible choices that I made \n \nSearching for light, gasping for air\nHeartbroken, in disrepair \n \nGod may forgive me, but that\'s not enough enough\n\'Cause I gotta live with myself, 'till I\'m dust dust\nJust walk on by, if we pass on the street street\nSometimes in battle, it\'s best to retreat\n \nSearching for light, gasping for air\nHeartbroken, in disrepair 1 ",1 +3623,Blue_Magic___Sideshow,happy, "Sideshow \nHurry, hurry, step right up\nSee the saddest show in town for only fifty cents \n \nStep right up, hurry, hurry\nBefore the show begins, my friends\nStand in line, get your tickets\nI hope you will attend\nIt\'ll only cost you fifty cents to see\nWhat life has done to those like you and me\n \nSee the man with the broken heart\nYou\'ll see that he is sad\nHe hurts so bad So bad, so bad\nSee the girl who has lost\nThe only love she ever had\nThere\'s got to be no sadder show to see\nNo doubt about it, satisfaction\'s guaranteed \n \nSo let the sideshow begin\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin, hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry \n \nSee the man who\'s been cryin\'\nFor a million years\nSo many tears So many tears\nSee the girl who\'s collected\nBroken hearts for souvenirs\nIt\'s more exciting than a one man band\nThe saddest little show in all the land\n \nSo let the sideshow begin, hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry \n \nSo let the sideshow begin Hurry, hurry\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry\nLet the sideshow begin Step right on in\nHurry, hurry, step right on in\nCan\'t afford to pass it by\nGuaranteed to make you cry Hurry, hurry\nLet the sideshow begin... ",0 +4596,Butcher_Boy___Trouble_And_Desire,happy, "Trouble And Desire I\'m screaming in my sleep, I\'m tired of the cool contempt of irony. These scenes disturb my dreams, the words you whisper to me don\'t mean anything\nMy lips are black, and you can laugh but trouble comes in threes and will be coming back. You fall to rise, you sink to climb, there\'s no romance or beauty here, just trouble and desire\nI\'m choking on a curse, my heart\'s a glitter ball exploding in reverse. I\'m not too tender, and I\'ve done the best I can with these two sleepy hands\nAnd clacking teeth submit a plea - to live between the pillow and the dirty dream. I\'m far too old, I\'m far too cold, I don\'t want any trouble I just want to find a way home",0 +8127,Elton_John___The_Heart_Of_Every_Girl,calm, "The Heart of Every Girl \nIn the heart of every girl\nThere\'s a woman waking up\nLike sunlight spreads across the world\nA smile for us is just enough\nBut in the heart of every girl\nThere\'s a homespun family dream\nA light that\'s filled with so much joy\nFrom a curly-head beauty to a teenage queen \n \nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe\'ll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl\n \nIn the heart of every girl\nThere\'s always room for Valentines\nAnd boys to kneel and tip their hands\nWith words as sweet as summer wine\nAnd in the heart of every girl\nThere is a rose for every spring\nA peach that\'s fragrant and divine\nShe shines just like a wedding ring \n \nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe\'ll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl \n \nEyes can light up any room\nThe moment she steps in\nIntoxicating everyone\nA life alone should be a sin \n \nAnd honeymoons in summer prove\nWe\'ll always love a bride\nThe gift you give us all\nIs the one you hold inside\nThis lucky life, this crazy mixed up world\nIs all because we love what lives\nIn the heart of every girl\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 \nIn the heart of every girl ",2 +1172,Amy_Winehouse___There_Is_No_Greater_Love,sad, "There Is No Greater Love \nThere is no greater love\nThan what I feel for you\nNo sweeter song, no heart so true\nThere is no greater thrill\nThan what you bring to me\nNo sweeter song\nThan what you sing, sing to me, ooh\nYou\'re the sweetest thing\nThat I\'ve ever known\nAnd to think that you are mine, you are mine alone\nThere is no greater love\nIn all the world, it\'s true\nNo greater love\nThan what I feel for you 2 ",1 +7101,Diana_Ross___Youve_Changed,calm, "You’ve Changed \nYou\'ve changed\nThat sparkle in your eyes is gone\nYour smile is just a careless yawn\nYou\'re breaking my heart\nYou\'ve changed \nYou\'ve changed\nYour kiss is now so blase\nYou\'re bored with me in every way\nI can\'t understand\nYou\'ve changed\n \nYou\'ve forgotten the words\nI love you\nEach memory that we\'ve shared\nYou ignore every star above you\nI can\'t realise you ever cared \nYou\'ve changed\nYou\'re not the angel I once knew\nNo need to tell me that we\'re through\nIt\'s all over now\nYou\'ve changed",2 +2739,Belle__Sebastian___The_Boy_Done_Wrong_Again,sad, "The Boy Done Wrong Again \nThe boy done wrong again\nHang your head in shame and cry your life away\nThe boy done wrong again\nHang your head in shame and cry your life away\nAre you okay now? \n \nOn Saturday I was an angel shining fair\nYou shone louder, longer\nYou put my shine to shame\nPut me to shame now\n \nWhat is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?\nWhat is it I must do?\nI would do it all the time\nDo it all the time, now \n \nAll that I wanted was to sing the saddest song\nAnd if you would sing along I will be happy now \n \nThe woodland spring has put the darkness from your thinking\nIf this town\'s your sinking ship\nThen you know where to jump\nTalking dirty for a hobby, that\'s all right\nPour another glass of wine\nI\'ll think of England this time \n \nAll I wanted was to sing the saddest song\nAnd if you would sing along\nOh, if you would sing along\nIf you\'d only sing along\nI would be happierSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1 ",1 +8805,Faith_No_More___Jizzlobber,sad, "Jizzlobber \nThey will sum it all up in a sentence\nA verdict made by those who know\nI\'m ready to make a commitment\nI\'m willing to make love to concrete \n \nSmiles, bruises\nSmiles, bruises\nBars in the womb\nI hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch\nMy time is spilt milk\n \nMy skin is a layer of soot\nI\'m spending my days scrubbing\nI\'m trying so hard to act like nothing happened\nNo one left to blame, no one left to blame, no one left to blame\nI\'m trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell\nNo one left to blame, no one left to blame, no one left to blame \n \nSmiles, bruises\nSmiles, bruises\nBars in the womb\nI hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch\nMy time is spilt milk \n \nCruel world sleeps above me\nMounting and teasing \n \nI am what I\'ve done\nI am what I\'ve done\nI\'m sorry\nSorry\nSorry\nSorry 1 ",1 +8563,Eternal_Tears_Of_Sorrow___Tears_Of_Autumn_Rain,sad, "Tears of Autumn Rain It\'s autumn night, the pale moon reveals my emptiness\nAnd my hollow wrath and fear inside\nI close my eyes to sense her nightly lust once again\nBut my rage and thirst won\'t fade away \nThe nightly mist, the scent of autumn in my heart\nI can hear the winter\'s song again\nMy will of life falls away like golden leaves\nI\'m just a flame who dies in shades \nLet me feel your pain, tears of autumn rain\nWords of blood on the shore: There is light no more \nFreezing gale of the night silenced the stream of life\nLay us down to sleep on the crimson leaves ",1 +3445,Blank__Jones___Beyond_Time,happy, "Beyond Time Beyond time\nBeyond time\nBeyond time\n... ",0 +4175,Brenda_Lee___Here_Comes_That_Feeling,happy, "Here Comes That Feeling Here comes that feeling again, and it ain\'t right\nThat lonely feeling that come to me last night\nIt hurts to see you in my arms of my friend\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again \nI saw you last night, in a drive-in way downtown;\nLocked in her arm, you didn\'t know I\'d be around\nAlone in my room, I remember where you\'ve been\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again \nI\'ve gotta get rid of this lonely feeling\nThat makes me feel the way I do when a day is done\nSomeday you\'re gonna know what it means to be lonesome\nYou\'re gonna want me back while I\'m having fun\nHere comes that feeling again, and it ain\'t right\nThat lonely feeling that come to me last night\nIt hurts to see you in my arms of my friend\nHere comes that lonely, lonely feeling again\nOh, I\'m so lonely\nMMM, I feel that feeling\nAnd it\'s hurting me, mmm",0 +1946,Ashley_Parker_Angel___Perfect_Now,happy, "Perfect Now \nHey you, Ms. Wearin\'- the-Crown\nRun me around\nDragging me down\nHey you, Ms. Head-of-the-Class\nNever come last\nPain in the ass \n \nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now\n \nHey you, Ms. Never-to-Fall\nStanding so tall\nKnowin\' it all Knowin\' it all\nHey you, Ms. Living-a-Lie\nFlying so high\nGoodbye, goodbye \n \nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now \n \nNow I see\nNow I found\nNow I know\nWhat you\'re about\nI keep you out of reach, won\'t let you pull me down\nMy favorite superstition left me a piece, but the puzzle\'s missing\nAnd it didn\'t take too long to figure out\nLook who\'s sorry now\n \nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now \nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now\nGot my head in the clouds\nGot my feet on the ground\nLook who\'s perfect now ",0 +5396,Christina_Aguilera___Obvious,happy, "Obvious \nCan you hear it in my voice?\nWas it something I let slip?\nDoes the whole world know?\nIsn\'t it obvious?\nI\'m the one who\'s in control\nNow I\'m acting like a fool\nDo my feelings show?\nIs my face aglow?\nIsn\'t it obvious...\n \n...That I don\'t know what I\'m doing anymore?\nI\'m feeling like a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI\'m out of control\nIsn\'t it obvious? \n \nDo you see my hands? They tremble\nWonder why I can\'t look you in the eyes\nDon\'t know how long\nI can keep this inside\nIsn\'t it obvious? \n \nOh, I don\'t know what I\'m doing anymore\nI\'m feeling like a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI\'m out of control\nIsn\'t it obvious? \n \nSuddenly these emotions are in control of my heart\nCan you see it in my eyes?\nEvery glance, every smile\nMust give me away\nAnd I feel so much I can\'t hide\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nAnd I don\'t know what I\'m doing anymore\nI\'m feeling like a little girl, a little girl\nCaught up in emotions\nI\'m out of control\nIsn\'t it obvious?1 ",0 +6610,David_Ford___Katie,calm, "Katie All this time\nAnd all is fine\nDon\'t call me paranoid\nBut i think something\'s going on\nI know you say\nIt looks okay, yeah, but i\'ve got my suspicions\nBut i don\'t want to be like this \n\'cos i\'m a reasonable guy\nBut i can\'t shake this, and i don\'t know why\nExperience brings\nA kinda sense for these things\nDon\'t call me paranoid\nBut i think something\'s going on\n\'cos it seems alright\nOh but it\'s too damn quiet\nAnd i tell ya, i don\'t like it\nOh god i wish it isn\'t so \n\'cos i\'m a reasonable guy\nBut i can\'t shake this, and i don\'t know why \nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on? \nOh for goodness sake\nNow you know i\'d hate to come over obsessive\n\'cos i\'m really, really, really i\'m not like that at all\nDid i say too much?\nYeah, well not as such\nOh look but there i go again\nNo this really is not how i am\n It\'s just there\'s something in my mind\nThat says where were you last night? \nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on? \nGoing on \nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just laugh and tell me that i\'ve got it wrong?\nKatie\nWill you say to me\nWill you just tell me please what the fuck is going on? ",2 +2092,Au_Revoir_Simone___Sad_Song,sad, "Sad Song Play me a sad song\n\'Cause that\'s what I want to hear\nI want you to make me cry\nI want to remember the places that we left\nLost to the mists of time \nI know that you\'ll go soon\nYou\'ll find out so take me with you always\nI know that you\'ll go soon\nYou\'ll find out so take me with you always\nOn buses that move through the night\nWe sleep on and on\nWe got off at Memphis\nBlack-top heat will make us thirsty\nWe\'ll never get sick anymore\nI know that you\'ll go soon\nYou\'ll find out so take me with you always\nI know that you\'ll go soon\nYou\'ll find out so take me with you always\nPlay me a sad song\n\'Cause that\'s what I want to hear\nI want you to make me cry\nI want to remember the places that we left\nLost to the mists of time",1 +1843,Ark___Waking_Hour,sad, "Waking Hour Stars Are Resurrected\nShifting Over Desert Skies\nSand Sifting From The Hands Of War\nSoldier Is Your Conscience Clean\nCan You Feel There\'s Something Deep Inside\nLay Your Weapons Down\nLet The Children Play Here\nA Cry From The People\nBut There\'s No One There To Hear\nAnd The World Is Watching.silently\nWe\'re Halfway There We See It Coming\nSo In Despair We Must Be Strong \nThere\'s A Light On A Shadowed Sky\nHopes And Dreams For You And I \nIt\'s Time To Awaken - It\'s Waking Hour\nA New Day Is Breaking - The Future\'s Now\nIt\'s Here And Then It\'s Gone \nSing A Song For The Broken Ones\nAnd Our Faith Will Reappear\n\'cause There\'s Power In The Melody\nPower Enough For Changes\nIf God Is Here\nHis Tears Are Falling Now\nPouring From The Ceiling Of The Sky \nWe\'re Halfway There We See It Coming\nSo In Despair We Must Be Strong\nIt\'s Time To Awaken - It\'s Waking Hour\nA New Day Is Breaking - The Future\'s Now\nIt\'s Here And Then It\'s Gone \nWake Up",1 +8174,Elysian_Fields___When,sad, "When When I am drifting in my dream\nI love you\nWhen I wake and nothing\'s what it seemed\nI love you\nWhen the final midnight\'s poised to stroke\nI love you\nAnd all of the looking glasses broke \nWhen all of the aces have been drawn\nI love you\nWhen your king is cornered by my pawn\nI love you\nWhen you are asleep and so defenceless\nI love you\nWhen this wicked world has turned against us\nEven though we didn\'t kiss goodbye\nI love you\nWhen there are no tears in me to cry\nI love you\nWhen the willow\'s weeping with desire \nWhen the furthest cold and distant planet catches fire\nFire\nTear at the sky, haunted by windows\nThose are the eyes\nAlways searching never seeing souls are sailing slowly\nLonely \nWhen they\'ve got our names down on a list\nI love you\nWhen I am recalling our first kiss\nI love you\nWhen you distracted and remote\nI love you\nWhen there is no voice left in my throat \nWhen the rains a\' spilling from the sky\nI love you\nWhen the thirsty riverbeds are dry\nI love you\nThough you never asked me to be yours\n When the wild and restless waves are crashing on the shore \nTear at the sky crowded by windows\nThose are the eyes\nAlways searching never seeing souls are sailing slowly\nLonely \nWhen you are million miles away\nI love you\nWhen we\'ve dropped our lines from this mad play\nI love you\nThough the longest battle is not won\nI love you\nWhen the stage is dark, the people gone\nWhen my soul no longer takes this form\nAnd you hear me singing in the storm ",1 +6634,David_Jordan___Sun_Goes_Down,happy, "Sun Goes Down \nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering? \nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you\'re the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n \nFree your mind 'cause tonight we\'re gonna break it down\nShake it, make it funky down\nGet so high as the toxins in your body\nAre the bass and the drums and the roar, roar, roar\nWe\'re right on time, and all is fine\nIf you\'ve lost your senses, here have mine\nAnd lose yourself from the time you awake\n\'Til the evening time\n\'Til the sunshine breaks \n \nAh, come on!\nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering? \nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you\'re the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n\'Til the sun goes down… \n \nWelcome all to the amazing, the hysteria\nAre ya feelin\' what we bring to y\'all?\nPeace and love\nAnd you\'re all getting low tonight\nTonight, tonight, tonight\nFire is burning on and there\'s children in the forest playing\nJust come forget this too\nForget because the beast is hunting for its prey\nYeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, yeah\n \n\'Til the sun goes down\n\'Til the sun goes\nSun goes down\nSun goes down\nSun goes down, sun goes down \n \nOpen your eyes 'cause another day is dawning\nChildren of the night - can you hear them all calling?\nSkies open up and an angel starts falling\nListen to their beats - can you hear them hollering? \nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you\'re the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\n\'Til the sun goes down… \nGoes down\nSun goes down\nSun goes down\nYeah! Ha! \nStart in the morning, through to the evening\nDance like you\'re the only one around\nMove like you want it\nGroove like you need it\nDancing it up 'til the sun goes down\nYeah! Yeah!\n\'Til the sun goes down\n\'Til the sun goes down\n\'Til the sun goes down ",0 +8024,Ellie_Goulding___Ill_Hold_My_Breath,happy, "I’ll Hold My Breath \nBreathe air you\'re not used to\nTread floors you don\'t fall through\nMake waves, you crash a cymbal hard\nFollow no one, always play the wrong card\nWaste days in foreign places\nShed light on your better side\nReassure me that you\'ll wait for me\nWait for me as long as it takes\nAnd I\'ll hold my breath, I\'ll hold my breath\n \nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe\'ll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe\'ll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I\'ll always take\nThe only branch I\'ll never break\nThose fears we\'ll blow them all away\nWe\'ll blow them all away \n \nFight fires in your best clothes\nTouch skin with your eyes closed\nChase thunder with the volume down\nPack a suitcase, wander to the next town\nForce quit on your losing streak\nSolve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek\nTell me that we\'re still too young\nThat we\'re still too young and I\'ll hold my tongue \n \nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe\'ll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe\'ll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I\'ll always take\nThe only branch I\'ll never break\nThose fears we\'ll blow them all away\nWe\'ll blow them all away\n \nI\'m here, I\'m here to take you\nI\'ll swim, I\'ll swim to save you\nNo fall, I\'m here to catch you\nI\'ll swim, I\'ll swim to save you \n \nUntil you see me in your dreams\nWe\'ll stay awake beneath the trees\nWe\'ll watch the buildings turn to dust\nA sky of diamonds just for us\nYou are the risk I\'ll always take\nThe only branch I\'ll never break\nThose fears we\'ll blow them all away\nWe\'ll blow them all away1 ",0 +3355,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___American_X,sad, "American X Close your eyes to the world that you see\nAnd open wide to the one in your dreams\nThere\'s nothing left that you wanna believe\nForeign eyes have been torn at the seams\nYou\'d save yourself from a world without sin\nYou\'re born again with a means to an end\nDrawing lines in the palm of your hand\nYou\'re holding on to all that you\'ve planned \nThere\'s nothing here that is left to be saved\nTake a bow to the warrior state\nYou throw yourself to the perilous static\nYou shut your eyes but the death is romantic\nYou\'ve sold your soul but it\'s only a fake\nYou\'d kill yourself for a piece of the take\nYou lose your mind in a world that leaves nothing\nYou\'re holding on for asylum, reaching for air\nIt\'s all you want\nYou know you\'ll never forget\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all\nIt\'s all you know\nYou know you\'ll never regret\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters \nNo one needs what they think to survive\nPulled inside with an appetite blind\nYou feast your eyes on American sex\nYou sleep in shores of American bliss\nGrowing wings from the sorrowless excess\nYour frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth\nYou share your young with the wolves of a nation\nThere\'s nothing left 'til you pray for salvation \nIt\'s all you want\nYou know you\'ll never forget\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters\nIt\'s all you know\nYou know you\'ll never regret\nYour open arms\nThey only seem to surrender all that matters\n I\'m the last of the messiahs\nAll your lost star signs ",1 +6713,DeVision___Like_the_sun,sad, "Like the Sun I would die for you\nYou are my soul support\nI don\'t lie to you\nI will take all things you taught\nI get high on you\nYou\'re the most befooling drug\nAnd I sigh for you\nI would never touch your luck \nYou don\'t flee\nKeep me in view\nYou see me\nSafely through\nWhen the cold\nHurts my soul\nYou\'re like the sun\nWant to fly with you\nTo a place that we don\'t know\nI will cry for you\nWhen the time has come to go \nYou don\'t flee...",1 +9147,Fischerspooner___Cloud,happy, "Cloud It\'s my vision\nA total one\nEncompassing\nThe only one\nA world complete\nThat\'s all my own\nExactly as\nAs it should be, oh \nI lost myself I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can\'t see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud\nEverything adds up to a truth\nMaybe now, I can know me too\nI have you now\nWhere you should be\nYou are mine now\nBut I lost me, I\'m a cloud \nI lost myself I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can\'t see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud \nI lost myself I lost myself\nBecause, because\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can\'t see how You can\'t see how\nBecause I am just a cloud a cloud \nResplendent dream it overtook me\nI had no choice but build it\nI made it all\nI built it up\nI built it up I lost myself\nI built it up I lost myself\nUp...\n I lost myself I lost myself\nBecause, because\nBecause I am just a I lost myself\nI lost myself I lost myself\nYou can\'t see how You can\'t see how\nBecause I am just a cloud \nA cloud\nA cloud\nA cloud \nI lost myself\nI lost myself\nYou can\'t see how\nI lost myself\nI lost myself\nBecause I am just a.. ",0 +2830,Ben_Folds_Five___Jackson_Cannery,happy, "Jackson Cannery \nStop the bus\nI wanna be lonely\nWhen seconds pass slowly\nAnd years go flying by\nYou gotta stop the bus\nI\'ll get off here\nEnough\'s enough\nI\'m leaving this factory \n \nAll she wants\nIs food on the table\nI won\'t be able\nTo bring it home\nNo I won\'t, come on\n\'Cause all l need, yeah is free\n\'Cause I\'m a factory\n \nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat\'s what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery \n \nMillionaires and mill rats live side by side here\nMessed up my brother\'s mind\nHe\'s far from Earth\nTell me what\'s he worth nothing\nThe same as you the same as me\nIn this factory \n \nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat\'s what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery \n \nWhoaCome onWhoaWhoa\nThat\'s pretty good, try it again\nWhoa\nIt\'s 4 in the morning\nMother don\'t know\nThat I\'m going far away\nShe\'s whispering to the moon\nI hope he don\'t join you soon\n \nBaby boss\nClimbs up on his soapbox\nBut Great Caesar\'s ghost\nKnows what\'s best for me\nHe says stop the bus \n \nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat\'s what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery \nDid Mother Nature tell you\nBoy you come and go as you please\nThat\'s what she said to me\nBut Big Brother got the keys\nAnd I got Jackson Cannery ",0 +2929,Better_Than_Ezra___Live_Again_LP_Version,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +1945,Ashley_Parker_Angel___Im_Better,happy, "I’m Better \nHey, tell me what\'s going on\nHey, tell me where I go wrong\nI\'ve been losing all I got\nThen you, you just walk right in\nYou just walk right in \n \nWhen I\'m here with you\nI just block it out\nIt\'s cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I\'ve been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I\'m here with you I\'m better\n \nHey, I\'m watching the worlds collide\nHey, there\'s nobody else inside\nGirls they don\'t know what they want\nBut you, you just walk right in\nYou just walk right in \n \nWhen I\'m here with you\nI just block it out\nIt\'s cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I\'ve been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I\'m here with you I\'m better \n \nUsed to be that I just had to fake it\nAll my life\nOver and over I just couldn\'t take it\nNot this time\nBut you, wherever you walk, I\'ll run\nYeah you, anything goes tonight \n \nWhen I\'m here with you\nI just block it out\nIt\'s cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I\'ve been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I\'m here with you I\'m better\n When I\'m here with you\nI just block it out\nIt\'s cool we talk about whatever\nAnd yeah, you know I\'ve been around\nMy world came crashing down\nBut when I\'m here with you I\'m better ",0 +4139,Brandy___How_I_Feel,happy, "How I Feel \nI thought about calling you Calling you, but I, changed my mind\nThe moment I thought about what you do to me every time\nI\'m tryna come home and see ya\nYou actin\' like you can\'t make no time for me\nSo, I\'m putting down this receiver\n\'Cause if you don\'t know by now, just how much I need ya\nThen you\'ll never know... \n \nHow I feel, it\'s only gonna change if you let it Feel\nAnd it\'s real soon, if you don\'t do what I ask of you, oh\nBoy, I\'m still Boy, I\'m still, missing you so bad, it\'s pathetic\nI\'m for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you\'re losing me\n \nYou used to be so attentive, called me at least twice a day\nBut now I have no support, no incentive\nTo keep me loving you this way\nI sit alone waiting patient, for you to return to me\nAnd I can\'t believe just how long your replies are taking\nIf you don\'t know by now what mistake you\'re making\nThen you\'ll never know... \n \nHow I feel, it\'s only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it\'s real soon, if you don\'t do what I ask of you\nBoy, I\'m still, missing you so bad it\'s pathetic\nOh, I\'m for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you\'re losing me \n \nI hate it when you treat me like a burden\nIt hurts when I feel like you don\'t need me\nI wanna believe that you love me\nBut it\'s so hard to relax when you won\'t call me back\nBlowin\' me off like it\'s a wrap, I just hate it\n\'Cause I\'m tired of complaining\nIf you ain\'t never gonna change it\nThen you can\'t change the way I feel, no\n \nHow I feel, it\'s only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it\'s real soon, if you don\'t do what I ask of you\nBoy, I\'m still I\'m still, missing you so bad it\'s pathetic\nI\'m for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nBoy, you\'re losing me \n \nHow I feel How I feel, boy, it\'s only gonna change if you let it\nAnd it\'s real soon, if you don\'t do what I ask of you\nAnd I want you more\nBoy, I\'m still I\'m still, missing you so bad, it\'s pathetic\nI\'m for real, see, I need more than your guarantee\nNeed ya, I want ya, gotta have you, baby\nBoy, you\'re losing me ",0 +816,Alien_Ant_Farm___Smooth_Criminal,happy, "Smooth Criminal \nOh no \n \nAs he came into the window\nWas a sound of a crescendo\nHe came into her apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nShe was sitting at the table\nHe could see she was unable\nSo she ran into the bedroom\nShe was struck down\nIt was her doom\n \nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\n \nAnnie, are you OK\nWill you tell us that you\'re OK\nThere\'s a sign at the window\nThat he struck you\nA crescendo, Annie\nHe came into your apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nThen you ran into the bedroom\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom\n \nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nYou\'ve been hit by, you\'ve been struck by a smooth criminal\n \nSo they came into the outway\nIt was Sunday, but a black day\nI could make a salutation\nSounding heartbeats, intimidation\n \nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\n \nAnnie, are you OK\nWill you tell us that you\'re OK\nThere\'s a sign at the window\nThat he struck you\nA crescendo, Annie\nHe came into your apartment\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet\nThen you ran into the bedroom\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom \nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nYou\'ve been hit by, you\'ve been struck by a smooth criminal\n \n \nAnnie, are you OK oh no\nWill you tell us that you\'re OK oh no\nThere\'s a sign at the window oh no\nThat he struck you oh no\nA crescendo, Annie oh no\nHe came into your apartment oh no\nHe left the bloodstains on the carpet oh no\nThen you ran into the bedroom oh no\nYou were struck down\nIt was your doom\n \nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?\nAnnie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie?3 ",0 +5395,Christina_Aguilera___Enter_The_Circus,anger, "Enter the Circus \nLadies and gentlemen\nBoys and girls\nStep right up, step right up\nCome closer, you won\'t believe your eyes\nBehind this curtain\nWitness something you\'ve never seen before\nHeard before, dreamt before\nThe most amazing show on earth \n \nLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la\nIt\'s the most amazing show on earth\nLa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la\n \nDo you want to be wildy entertained?\nPeople to know your name?\nDo you crave fame?\nWell, they say things aren\'t always what they seem to be \nEven your greatest fantasies\nYou won\'t believe your eyes\nWon\'t even recognize\nThe wonderment that lies\nBehind the shimmer and the lights \n \nIs it true what they say?\nIs it all just fun and games?\nOr is there more behind the makeup\nAnd the faces full of paint? \n \nI ask you, do you want to come and play?\nHahahaha\nGet the world to come and play\nHahahaha \n \nJust sit back, relax, fasten your seatbelt\nIt\'s going to be a bumpy ride to the other sideSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 1 ",3 +4659,Cake___World_Of_Two,sad, "World of Two \nI don\'t want to\nHear you whisper\nI don\'t want to orbit\nYour world \n \nOf two\nThere\'s only room for you\nIn your world of two\n \nI don\'t like to\nHang around you\nI don\'t want to\nLive in your world \n \nOf two\nThere\'s only room for you\nIn your world of two \n \nIt\'s not that I don\'t like you\nBut it\'s not that I don\'t love you\nIt\'s not that I don\'t think you are\nTwo of the most\nPerfectly\nBeautiful\nPeople in your world \n \nIn your world of two\nThere\'s only room for you\nIn your world of two\nThere\'s only room for you\nIn your world of two\nIn your world of two\nThere\'s only room\nThere\'s only room\nThere\'s only room\nFor you 1 ",1 +6380,Danko_Jones___Sticky_Situation,happy, "Sticky Situation So you got dumped on your rump not surprised you had nothing to say\nTo your friends the night before your birthday\nBut you got up and took control of the situation\nGot it then he wants you back without an explanation\nYou change your style\nYou change your hair\nYour jeans got tighter\nNow people stare\nHe bites his hand and doesn\'t stop thinking about you\nHe asks a friend to ask you out now what do you do?\nYou know that he wants you but you don\'t want him anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation \nWell you caught her in the act with 'a Brad\' from your work station\nYou used a baseball bat and now it\'s into litigation\nBut you stood up cooled off and walked away despite your temper\nNow she\'s calling you from January to December\nYou let it slide\nYou played it cool\nAnd now she calls you\nBut you\'re no fool\nShe\'s not even worth the time but I think you know this\nAnd she can have all the boys that are on the checklist \nYou know that she wants you but you don\'t want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation \nYou know that she wants you but you don\'t want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\n Woo, don\'t get stuck! \nIt\'s that girl that you let go the one that doesn\'t get the picture\nBecause you left her right wanting to get back together\nBut you moved on found another and it leaves no question\nShe cries to her friends just to get attention\nShe puts you down\nBut you let her\nYou\'re feeling guilty\nShe\'s feeling better\nBut when she sees you\nWith another\nShe tears her heart out\nYou can\'t be bothered \nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation \nYou know that she wants you but you don\'t want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nYou know that she wants you but you don\'t want her anymore\nThis is this is this is a sticky situation\nYou know that she wants you but you don\'t want her anymore ",0 +4996,Cat_Power___Silver_Stallion,happy, "Silver Stallion I\'m gonna steal a silver stallion\nWith not a mark upon his silky hide\nTeach him he can trust me like a sister\nOne day we\'ll saddle up and ride \nAnd we\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride...\nI\'m gonna find me a reckless man\nRazor blades and ice in his eyes\nJust a touch of sadness in his fingers\nThunder and lightning in his thighs \nAnd we\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride... \nI\'m gonna chase the sky forever\nWith the man, the stallion and the wind\nThe sun is gonna burn into a cinder\nBefore we ever pass this way again \nAnd we\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride\nRide like the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds\nWith the Devil close behind\nWe\'re gonna ride\nWe\'re gonna ride...",0 +8837,Faithless___Mass_Destruction,calm, "Mass Destruction \nMy dad came into my room holding his hat\nI knew he was leaving\nHe sat on my bed told me some facts\n Son, I have a duty, calling on me\nYou and your sister be brave my little soldier\nAnd don\'t forget all I told ya\nYou\'re the mister of the house now remember this\nAnd when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss \nThen I had to say goodbye\nIn the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid\nEven though I\'m only a kid\nCertain things can\'t be hid\nMomma grabbed me\nHeld me like I was made of gold\nBut left her inner stories untold\nI said, momma it will be alright\nWhen daddy comes home, tonight\n \nWhether long-range weapon or suicide bomber\nWicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether soaraway Sun or BBC 1\nMisinformation is a weapon of mass destruct\nYou coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian\nRacism is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether inflation or globalisation\nFear is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether Halliburton, Enron or anyone\nGreed is a weapon of mass destruction\nWe need to find courage, overcome\nInaction is a weapon of mass destruction \n \nThe skin under my chin is exploding again\nI\'m getting stress from some other children\nI\'m holding it in\nWe taking sides like a politician\nAnd if I get friction we get to fighting\nI\'ll defend my dad he\'s the best of all men\nAnd whatever he\'s doing he\'s doing the right thing\nIt\'s frightening, but it makes me mad\nWhy do all of these people seem to hate my dad?\nAnd if that ain\'t enough now I get these spots\nI go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots\nAnd what\'s more, I can hear momma next door\nExplore the radio for reports of war\nAnd all we ever seem to do is hide the tears\nSeems like daddy been gone for years\nBut he was right, now I\'m geared up for the fight\nAnd he would be proud of me\nIf my daddy came home tonight\n \nWhether long-range weapon or suicide bomber\nWicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether soaraway Sun or BBC 1\nMisinformation is a weapon of mass destruct\nYou coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian\nRacism is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether inflation or globalisation\nFear is a weapon of mass destruction\nWhether Halliburton, Enron or anyone\nGreed is a weapon of mass destruction\nWe need to find courage, overcome\nInaction is a weapon of mass destruction \n \nMy story stops here, let\'s be clear\nThis scenario is happening everywhere\nAnd you ain\'t going to nirvana or far-vana\nYou\'re coming right back here to live out your karma\nWith even more drama than previously, seriously\nJust how many centuries have we been\nWaiting for someone else to make us free?\nAnd we refuse to see\nThat people overseas suffer just like we:\nBad leadership and ego\'s unfettered and free\nWho feed on the people they\'re supposed to lead\nI don\'t need good people to pray and wait\nFor the Lord to make it all straight\nThere\'s only now, do it right\n\'Cause I don\'t want your daddy, leaving home tonight ",2 +5398,Christina_Aguilera___Without_You,happy, "Without You \nOh, oh \n \nHave I been blind?\nFor the first time in my life, I feel I\'ve opened up my eyes\nSince you\'ve arrived like an angel from the sky\nI\'m on a spiritual high \n \nSo don\'t you ever go away\nI could never face\nLosing you would kill my faith\nIn a higher place\n \nWhat kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn\'t breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world would I see without you?\nI can\'t dream without you here \n \nYeah, oh, yeah \n \nBeautiful boy\nHow on earth did I do something worth deserving you?\nMy better half\nHow I cherish through and through every part of you\nI do \n \nLoving you\'s made me whole\nNow I belong\nI found my heart\nPromise me Promise me we\'ll always stay\nThe way we are today \n \nWhat kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn\'t breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world would I see without you?\nI can\'t dream without you here\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nHey, yeah\nOoh, yeah, yeah \n \nI can\'t ever imagine\nIf this never would happened Happened, happened\nI thank God everyday\nAlmost lost you forever\nBut I always remember Remember, remember\nSaid you\'re my saving grace \n \nWhat kind of world What kind of world would it be without you?\nI couldn\'t breathe without you here\nWhat kind of world What kind of world would I see without you?\nOoh, see without you\nI can\'t dream without you here Dream without you here1 ",0 +153,AFI___Beautiful_Thieves,anger, "Beautiful Thieves My dear, there is no danger\nCan\'t you see they turn blind eyes to we swift and spot lit strangers?\nOh, before the rush is over\nWe will be revered again while the victims still recover \nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects\nI \nOh, are we running towards death?\nI have met him times before, he adores us like the rest\nOh, even if we\'re discovered\nJust be sure to wear your best, we will surely make the covers \nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects \nWho would run for cover?\nWho would run from us?\nWho would run for cover?\nWho would run from us? \nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspects at all\nOh\nIf we run this light\nTake a little life\nNo one will care at all\nOh\nWe can burn it and leave\nFor we are the beautiful thieves\nNo one suspects at all, no one suspectsSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125",3 +972,Alter_Bridge___One_Day_Remains,anger, "One Day Remains \nAs your will is bent and broken\nAnd every vision has been cast into the wind\nAs your courage crashes down before your eyes\nDon\'t lay down and die \n \nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, Why\nYou question the strength inside? \nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive\n \nWhen every wound has been re-opened\nAnd in this world of give and take, you must have faith\nAnd the distance to your dreams stretch beyond reach\nDon\'t lay down and die\nNo \n \nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, Why\nYou question the strength inside? \nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive \n \n \nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive\nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive\nHow it feels\nHow it feels to be alive \n \nCause I see in you\nMore than you\'ll ever know\nAnd I ask you, Why\nYou question the strength inside? \nAnd you need to know\nHow it feels to be alive ",3 +3495,Blink182___GO,happy, "Go \nAre we all victims of opportunity\nLocked outside the door back in \'83\nI heard the angry voice of the man inside\nAnd saw the look of fear in my mother\'s eyes \n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know \n \nMom, get in the car and let\'s drive away\nShe said, I\'m sorry, Mark, but there\'s nowhere to stay \nGave up all her hope and went back inside\nHid her broken heart and let the engine die\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know \n \nWhy do evil men get away with it?\nCan\'t you see that I\'m in a world of shit?\nTurn your back on hope and go back inside\nStop my bleeding heart and let the engine die \n \nI don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\nI don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know \n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge, & Mark Hoppus]\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know\nGo! Go! Go! Go! I don\'t wanna know, I don\'t wanna know 3 ",0 +4981,Cat_Power___Mr_Gallo,sad, "Mr. Gallo Oh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYou have always been to me\nOh, Mr. Gallo, what a good friend\nYour close lover has \nOh, Chan, what a woman you\'ve become\nCannot say I never thought you could look me in the eyes\nOh, and what a lover you\'ve become\nCan I say I always thought you were a liar? \nOh, you say, what a laugh you have\nCannot say I never thought I ever had anything funny\nOh, and what a charmer you\'ve become, Mr. Gallo\nWe\'ll both go to hell",1 +828,Alishas_Attic___Perfectly_Happy,happy, "Perfectly Happy I\'m perfectly happy with life\nMy lips 'mind me these real words\nBut they feel like they are wide and ajar\nI\'m a doll stuffed with life, just sitting upon a shelf here\nHailing a taxi, get me out of this freak show \nOh, it\'s just over the rainbow\nCos I\'m just trying to get home\nOh, everything\'s crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone\nPerfectly happy with life\nMy lips cry happy words\nAnd it feels like they\'re blue tacked in the soul\nLike someone\'s blowin\' dust, coverin\' up the rust\nKeeping me dazed as the lines take their toll \nOh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I\'m just trying to get home\nOh, everything\'s crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone \nOh my love\nFor all these mad illusions\nOh my love\nFor being sane but with mad intentions \nPerfectly happy with life\nI just fall over words\nLike I\'m bare feet in a pair of high heels\nAll I really want, for my tired feet is to walk\nOr to fly me to somewhere that is real \nOh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I\'m just trying to get home\nOh, everything\'s crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone\n Oh, for just over the rainbow\nCos I\'ve been trying to get home\nOh, everything\'s crowded in my face\nEven when I sit here alone ",0 +4980,Cat_Power___Lived_In_Bars,sad, "Lived in Bars We\'ve lived in bars and danced on tables\nHotels, trains, and ships that sail\nWe swim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air \nSend in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs\nOpen the blankets and give them some air\nSwords and arches, bones and cement\nThe light and the dark of the innocent of man \nWe know your house so very well\nAnd we will wake you once we\'ve walked up all of your stairs\nThere\'s nothing like living in a bottle\nAnd nothing like ending it all for the world\nWe\'re so glad you have come back\nEvery living lion will lay in your lap \nThe kid has a homecoming! The champion, the whores!\nWho\'s gonna play drums, guitar, or organ with chorus?\nAs far as we\'ve walked from both of ends of sand\nNever have we caught a glimpse of this man \nWe know your house so very well\nAnd we will bust down your door if you\'re not there \nWe\'ve lived in bars and danced on tables\nHotels, trains, and ships that sail\nWe swim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes out of here\nOut of here\nOut of here\nOut of here\nOut of here",1 +1169,Amy_Winehouse___Wake_Up_Alone,sad, "TranslationsFrançaisWake Up Alone \nIt\'s okay in the day, I\'m staying busy\nTied up enough, so I don\'t have to wonder, Where is he? \nGot so sick of crying, so just lately\nWhen I catch myself, I do a 180\nI stay up, clean the house, at least I\'m not drinking\nRun around just so I don\'t have to think about thinking\nThat silent sense of content that everyone gets\nJust disappears soon as the sun sets \n \nHe\'s fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts\nHe floods me with dread\nSoaked in sorrow, he swims in my eyes by the bed\nPour myself over him\nMoon spilling in\nAnd I wake up alone\n \nAs far as my heart, I\'d rather be restless\nSecond I stop, the sleep catches up and I\'m breathless\n\'Cause this ache in my chest, \'cause my day is done now\nThe dark covers me and I cannot run now\nMy blood running cold, I stand before him Before him\nIt\'s all I can do to assure him Assure him\nWhen he comes to me, I drip for him tonight\nDrowning me, we bathe under blue light Under blue \n \nHe\'s fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts\nHe floods me with dread\nSoaked in sorrow, he swims in my eyes by the bed\nPour myself over him\nMoon spilling in\nAnd I wake up alone \n \nAnd I wake up alone\nAnd I wake up alone\nAnd I wake up alone 20 ",1 +8991,Ferras___My_Beautiful_Life,sad, "My Beautiful Life It\'s a beautiful life\nWhat does it mean to you\nIt\'s a beautiful life \nThen I wake up, wonder where my clothes are\nTry to find some more stars\nAnd i\'m stuck with the same old thing\nThat I always dream\nI light a cigarette and it\'s not right\nWhere\'s my ashtray, where the hell did I put my coffee\nI can\'t find anything\nOne thing goes wrong and then another\nIt\'s a beautiful life, thank you mother\nAnd I\'ve got nothing to lose\nIt\'s the same game\nIt\'s a beautiful life\nIt\'s a beautiful life \nWhen I\'m up in the air\nWhen I\'m down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry\'s crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life \nI put my clothes on to the ground near me\nDoes anyone know, has anyone found me\nI guess I\'ll just have to wait until the next life\nHang around for the next laugh\nI\'m part of something, the bigger part of nothing\nAnd I\'m debating do I even like me\nAnd everybody\'s trying so hard to be so cool\nBut you know what\'s cool\nNot trying \nWhen I\'m up in the air\nWhen I\'m down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry\'s crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life\n I\'m crawling across and I can\'t get out\nWill it wash me away\nThe currents pulling me down\nI was looking for love but it\'s never around\nCome on help me out one more time \nAnd I was hoping someone would need me\nIt\'s a beautiful life\nEverything\'s broken\nJust as it should be\nBut it\'s beautiful to me \nWhen I\'m up in the air\nWhen I\'m down on the floor\nI can use a sharper knife\nIs there anything else, is there anything more\nThis is my beautiful life\nAnd the poetry\'s crushing me\nThis is my beautiful life \nIt\'s a beautiful life\nThis life \nIt\'s a beautiful life\nIt\'s mine, my beautiful life\nSuch a beautiful life \nIt\'s a beautiful life \nYour life \nIt\'s a beautiful life ",1 +6554,Dave_Gahan___Endless,calm, "Endless \nIn the cold of the full moon\nOn this night\nTime itself has slipped away\nNow you are mine\nSlowly the hours passed\nAll through the night\nTogether we can disappear\nFor a while \n \nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\n \nWatching the hourglass\nOn that night\nWe touched the stars\nAnd reached the moon\nFor a time\nI\'m lost in a moment with you\nIt feels right\nWe\'re floating above the stars\nYou and I \n \nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\nI am still\nForever and ever and ever\nNow I am still\nForever and ever and ever\nEndless\nEndless\nNow I am still\nEndless\nEndless\nYour body is endless\n \n \nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...\nNow I am still...4 ",2 +4483,Bryan_Adams___Kids_Wanna_Rock,happy, "Kids Wanna Rock Turned on the radio\nSounded like a disco\nMust\'ve turned the dial for a couple of miles\nBut I couldn\'t find no rock 'n roll \nThis computerized crap ain\'t gettin\' me off\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock \nLondon to L.A.,\nTalkin\' 'bout the new wave\nFor a couple of bucks you get a weird haircut\nAnd waste your life away\nAround the world or around the block\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock \nGet me my D.J.,\nI got somethin\' he\'s gotta play\nWanna hear it I can\'t wait\nSo turn it up, turn it up... \nKick down the barricades\nListen what the kids say\nFrom time to time people change their minds\nBut the music is here to stay \nI\'ve seen it all from the bottom to the top\nEverywhere I go kids wanna rock \nAround the world or around the block\nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rock \nEverywhere I go the kids wanna rockSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0 +3938,Borknagar___Invincible,sad, "Invincible Invincible \nI was born a fragment of future\nRaised by the dawn of existence\nI grew as one with the elements\nShown the cause of extinction \nI have seen worlds bloom to explode\nAnd horizons flush into voids of fire and ice \nI have seen worlds explode to bloom\nThe dawn, the existence and the fall\nI was raised by the dawn of existence\nBreathing the fire of every sun\nI was born a fragment of future\nRaised by the dawn of existence\nI turned grey in the storm shadows\nShowing the cause of extinction \nThe substance of invicible motion\nIs invincible as the substance in motion \nWe rise again as you fall\nI have seen life extinct to bloom ",1 +1692,Aqualung___Cant_Get_You_Out_Of_My_Mind,sad, "Can’t Get You Out of My Mind A kiss is not just a kiss\nA smile is more than a smile\nMaybe we get together\nMaybe forever\nMaybe just for a while \nI\'ve seen the look in your eye\nI\'ve seen you wondering why\nThere\'s a centre of gravity\nBrings you near to me\nNearer all the time\nAnd I\'m petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I can\'t get you\nOut of my \nThought you\'d never be mine\nI thought I was wasting my time\nDarling every time I think of you\nI can\'t believe it\'s true\nThat you\'re here by my side \nAnd I\'m petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I\'m petrified\nHypnotised\nEvery time you walk by\nAnd I can\'t get you\nOut of my\nMind",1 +8281,Emma_Bunton___Sunshine_On_A_Rainy_Day,happy, "Sunshine on a Rainy Day \nYeah, yeah\nOoh, ooh-ooh \n \nI see you in the darkness\nI see you in the light\nI see your eyes shining\nIn through the night \n \nMake me feel, make me feel\nLike I belong\nDon\'t leave me, you won\'t leave me here\nAll Alone\nCast your eyes\nLike summer skies\nBlue earth and the ocean\nClearer than the skies, yeah!\n \nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away \n \nYou touch me with your spirit\nYou touch me with your heart\nYou touch me in the darkness\nI feel it start \n \nMake it feel, make it feel\nSo Unreal so unreal\nLike a wind in the desert\nLike a moon on the sea \n \nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\n \nMake it feel, make it feel\nSo Unreal so unreal\nLike a wind in the desert\nLike a moon on the sea, yeah! \n \nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away \n \nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away\nSunshine on a rainy day sunshine\nMakes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away ",0 +930,Allison_Moorer___Mark_My_Word,sad, "Mark My Word You feel it now\nBut it won\'t last\nWithout a doubt\nIt\'s bound to pass\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word\nIt\'s such a thrill\nWhen love begins\nBut it\'s downhill\nFrom here on in\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word\nThere\'ll come a day\nYou\'ll leave me cold\nAnd I\'ll say\nI told you so\nYeah that\'s the way\nIt\'s gonna go\nMark my word\nMake no mistake\nYou\'ll change your mind\nMy heart will break\nJust give it time\nMark my word\nMark my word\nMark my word",1 +4647,Cage_The_Elephant___In_One_Ear,anger, "In One Ear \nThey say that we ain\'t got the style, we ain\'t got the class\nWe ain\'t got the tunes that\'s gonna put us on the map\nAnd I\'m a phony in disguise, tryna make the radio\nI\'m an antisocial anarchist who sound like so-and-so\nThey say I\'m just a stupid kid, another crazy radical\nRock 'n\' roll is dead, I probably should have stayed at school\nAnother Generation X who somehow slipped up through the cracks\nOh, they\'d love to see me fall, but I\'m already on my back \n \nSo it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, but you know I never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand\n \nNow I know I\'m not a saint, I\'ve been a sinner all my life\nI ain\'t tryin\' to hide my flaws, I\'d rather keep them in the light\nThey want to criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone\nBurn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne\nThey say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs\nThe crowd will only like me if they\'re really fucking drunk\nThey think they know my thoughts, but they don\'t know the least\nIf they\'d listen to the words they\'d find a message tucked beneath \n \nBut it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit even though they never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand \n \nYou hear that? You hear what\'s coming?\nOh, you better run for the hills\n\'Cause we\'re coming to your town\nAnd we\'re gonna burn that motherfucker down\nAaaaaaoooh!!!! \n \nHere\'s the moral to the story: we don\'t do it for the glory\nWe don\'t do it for the money, we don\'t do it for the fame\nSo all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize us\nIt\'s your tyranny that drives us, adds the fire to our flames\n \nAnd it goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit but you know we never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nI\'m only playing music cause you know I fucking love it\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit but you know I never bother\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nPeople talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand15 ",3 +6096,Current_93___Hitler_As_Kalki_SDM,sad, "Hitler As Kalki SDM These are the dregs\nThe last grains of the age\nIt may be the hourglass\nOr earth covering earth\nBut not in Bethlehem\nNot in Jerusalem\nNot in Chorazaim\nAnd not in Bethsaida\nWe will not again see\nGod humbled on an ass\nBut see\nSee\nOn a white horse he comes\nBlazing sword in burning hand\n Lo, I am become death\nThe destroyer of worlds \nHis hands are backed up\nThey\'re straining at his neck\nWhat colour shall we rank in him?\nWhat face shall we deliver him?\nThere may be the black dog\nThere may be the white dog\nHitler comes as Kalki\nKalki comes as Hitler\nTeeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth\nBut meaningless lights\nStill hold our attention\nWe think that the holy books\nAre written in blood and fire\nBut what if it\'s water?\nThe fire\'s turned to blood\nThe blood\'s turned to water\nAnd the water\'s turned to what?\nMilk? Piss? Lies? Dust?\nHitler comes as Kalki\nKalki comes as Hitler\nEverything becomes emptiness\nBut goes through fire\nSecret mother gsang yum chen mo\nSecret fater gsang yab chen po \nHitler becomes Kalki\nKalki becomes Hitler\nWhite horse and red horse\nChrist twists on the cross\nChrist smiles in the guttering rubble\nHe brings not peace but a sword\nMaybe the ocean roars immaculate\nMaybe the stars fall incomprehensible\nOh these all tell me\nThese all spell to me\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\n Where\'s your god now?\nI\'ll point out his varied forms to you:\nOne: He hangs on the end of a tree\nTwo: He\'s nailed to the arms\nOf that self-same tree\nAnd three: He spins and soars\nAnd laughs through space\nOne day the world sees\nOh one day the world sees\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler \nHe lies matted\nHalf in time and half in space\nThrough the rising incense smoke\nI see him in a crouded room\nI see him crossing the mountain range\nIf we see man at his most bloody\nIf we see man at his most base\nShall we then and there say\n This is reality; this is his nature ?\nWhat makes the pain\nMore real than the joy?\nBoth are so mignled\nAnd muddied together\nTo pull them apart\nWe butcher the essence\nAnd cripple its meaning\nGod is on the cross\nOr three gods perhaps\nIf they are all one\nNeither coming nor going\nNeither waning nor waxing\nBut immense in their unity\nMatter and space\nHe rides between the spaces\nAnd he rides between the pain\nIn the secret heart of becoming\nIn the secret modes of darkness\nHis eyes are now shuttered windows\nOh man man man man\nWith his claws and his lies\nWith his peace and his pain\nWith his love and his sorrow\nWith his candle of hope\nThat stutters and dies\nNo liberation through hearing\nWhen the sound of the world\'s collapsing\nDeafens deafens deafens our ears\nAnd pierces our hearts \nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\nRolling and roaring\nExultant and trembling\nSorrow sorrow sorrow\nWhere the eagle flies\nWhere the eagle shudders\nWhere the eagle drops\nWhere the eagle plummets\nAll things merging\nAnd all things dissolving\nThen stars collapse\nThe vortex commences in space\nThe rubble collects\nThe debris gathers\nTime starts to shiver\nBy heart\'s blood \nIf I dissolve into your body\nIf I hoped to find\nWhite light in your soul\nIf together we fall into forever\nWould we not notice the turbulence\nThat no longer waits? \nFirst he comes\nFrom on a hill\nThen he\'s running\nThroughout the town\nThen he stands\nDevoid of peace\nDevoid of place\nDevoid of pity \nOh my dear Christ\nCarried broken from sad brown earth\nTeeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth\nHitler as Kalki\nKalki as Hitler\nHitler\nKalki ",1 +3711,Blur___1992,sad, "1992 \nGoing into business\nAn agreement of your bombast\nYou\'d love my bed\nYou took the other instead\nBut don\'t you feel low?\nI was being oblique\nAnd you\'d love my bed\nYou got the other instead \n \n \nWhat do you owe me?\nThe price of your peace of mind\nYou\'d love my bed\nYou took it all instead 9 ",1 +3827,Bobby_Vinton___Blue_Velvet,happy, "Blue Velvet Blue velvet \nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet was the night\nSofter than satin was the light\nFrom the stars \nShe wore blue velvet\nBluer than velvet were her eyes\nWarmer than May, her tender sighs\nLove was ours\nOurs, a love I held tightly\nFeeling the rapture grow\nLike a flame burning brightly\nBut when she left gone was the glow of \nBlue velvet\nBut in my heart there\'ll always be\nPrecious and warm a memory through the years\nAnd I still can see blue velvet through my tears \nShe wore blue velvet\nBut in my heart there\'ll always be\nPrecious and warm a memory through the years\nAnd I still can see blue velvet through my tears \nBlue velvet, ooh",0 +2104,Au_Revoir_Simone___Lark,sad, "Lark So\nSo long\nSo long ago\nThere wasn\'t anyone out there I thought I needed to know\nBut no more\nWhen I find the day leave my mind in the evening just as the day before \nI saw the window was open\nThe cool air\nI don\'t know what you saw there\nDon\'t know what you saw in me\nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon\'t ask\nKnow that it\'s understood\nThere\'s not enough of me\nI saw that something was broken\nI\'ve crossed the line\nI\'ll point you to a better time\nA safer place to be\nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon\'t ask\nKnow that it\'s done no good \nSometimes I want to be enough for you\nDon\'t ask\nKnow that it\'s done no good 2 ",1 +6923,Descendents___Cheer,happy, "Cheer \nIt\'s been so long since I\'ve had a smile\nI\'ve been down for such a long while\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nYou kiss me now and I\'ll turn away\nI think I\'m still kissing yesterday\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you \n \nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one who can make me happy\nLove me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one who can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up\nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday\'s daydream, no\n \nOut with the bad and in with the good\nI feel my heart, girl, you\'re knocking on wood\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nSo generous, I\'m being kind\nWith selfishness in the back of my mind\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you \n \nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one that can make me happy\nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one that can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up \n \nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday\'s daydreams\nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nDeep in yesterday\'s promises \n \nIt\'s been so long since I\'ve had a smile\nI stayed sad for such a long while\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\nNo more giving my mind away\nTomorrow\'s love, done with yesterday\nIf you could cheer me up, I could learn to love you\n \nSo love me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one who can make me happy\nLove me, and cheer me up\nShow me you\'re the one who can make me happy\nCheer me up\nCome on and cheer me up \n \nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nIn yesterday\'s daydreams\nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days deep\nDeep in yesterday\'s promises\nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nSinging yesterday\'s\nDon\'t want to spend the rest of my days\nSinging yesterday\'s love songs, no \n \nCome on and cheer me up2 ",0 +5699,Coldplay___In_My_Place,sad, "In My Place \nIn my place, in my place\nWere lines that I couldn\'t change\nI was lost, oh yeah\nAnd I was lost, I was lost\nCrossed lines I shouldn\'t have crossed\nI was lost, oh yeah \n \nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nYeah, how long must you pay for it?\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nFor it\n \nI was scared, I was scared\nTired and underprepared\nBut I\'ll wait for it\nAnd if you go, if you go\nAnd leave me down here on my own\nThen I\'ll wait for you, yeah \n \nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nYeah, how long must you pay for it?\nYeah, how long must you wait for it?\nOh, for it \n \nSing it please, please, please\nCome back, come sing to me, to me, me\nCome on and sing it out, now, now\nCome on and sing it out to me, me\nCome back and sing \n \nIn my place, in my place\nWere lines that I couldn\'t change\nI was lost, oh yeah\nOh, yeahSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 31 ",1 +6029,Crossfade___Cold,sad, "Cold \nLooking back at me, I see that I never really got it right\nI never stopped to think of you\nI\'m always wrapped up in things I cannot win\nYou are the antidote that gets me by\nSomethin\' strong, like a drug, that gets me high \n \nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\n \nCold to you, I\'m sorry 'bout all the lies\nMaybe in a different light\nYou can see me stand on my own again\n\'Cause now I can see\nYou are the antidote that got me by\nSomethin\' strong, like a drug, that got me high \n \nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold \n \nI never meant to be so cold \n \nI never really wanted you to see\nThe screwed up side of me that I keep\nLocked inside of me so deep\nIt always seems to get to me\nI never really wanted you to go\nSo many things you should have known\nI guess for me there\'s just no hope\nI never meant to be so cold\n \nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am Is I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold\nWhat I really meant to say\nIs I\'m sorry for the way I am Is I\'m sorry for the way I am\nI never meant to be so cold\nNever meant to be so cold10 ",1 +5036,Catatonia___I_Am_The_Mob,happy, "I Am the Mob \nI put horses\' heads in people\'s beds\n\'Cos I am the mob\nWhen duty calls, gonna bust some balls\n\'Cos I am the mob \nDon\'t try and tell me it\'s not one for the money\nTwo for the money, three for the money\nAm I your Easter bunny, come on \nI try my level best, my best to please\nBut I\'m gonna put a bullet between your knees\nBaby come on oh just tell them\n \nStop blowing the Don, put his kecks back on\n\'Cos I am the mob\nStop muckin\' around with the brand-new sound\n\'Cos I am the mob \nDon\'t try and tell me it\'s not one for the money\nTwo for the money, three for the money\nAm I your Easter bunny, come on, oh baby come on \nI try my level best, my best to please\nBut I\'m gonna put a bullet between your knees\nBaby come on just please tell them \n \nThat Luca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nMissus \n \n \nOh tell them, just tell them\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nMissus\n \nOh, Luca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nLuca Brasi, ah, he sleeps with the fishes\nI am the mob ",0 +649,Alcazar___Here_I_Am,sad, "Here I Am Did I here you crying in your sleep\nDid you feel like you were all alone\nWell, it must have been a real bad dream\nYou should know I never let you go \nAnd as long as you got eyes to see\nYou will always know just where I\'ll be \nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I\'ll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may\nBaby here I am\nOne kiss away \nDon\'t you think that I can tell by now\nI know all the words you never say\nAnd I wish I could explain somehow\nYou don\'t ever have to feel the pain\nYou believe one day you find me gone\nBut when everything is said and done \nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I\'ll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may \nHere I am\nBy your side\nJust one kiss away\nHere I am\nDay and night\nAnd this is where I\'ll stay\nThrough the rain\nOr come what may\nBaby here I am",1 +8450,Erasure___I_Love_You,happy, "I Love You You made your bed, now lie in it\nYou masochist of mayhem\nThis mortal coil is up for grabs\nIn danger forever \nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand possibilities to mend your heart \nNow take these words and tie them up\nAnd give them back, give them back\nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you \nYou call collect and I reject your foul abuse and your language\nWhere\'s your sense of etiquette?\nCan\'t you assess the damage? \nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA row of possibilities around your heart \nNow take these tears and cry them in\nYour pillow dear and I\'ll be near \nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you \nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love \nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand personalities inside your head\nI would swear that there must be\nA thousand possibilities to mend our hearts\n Now take these tears and cry them in\nYour pillow dear and I\'ll be near \nFor I...\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you \nTake these tears away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love\nTake these tears, mmm, away from me love \nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nI see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you\nNa-na-na-na-na ",0 +8119,Elton_John___I_Guess_Thats_Why_They_Call_It_The_Blues,calm, "I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues \nDon\'t wish it away\nDon\'t look at it like it\'s forever\nBetween you and me, I could honestly say\nThat things can only get better \n \nAnd while I\'m away\nDust out the demons inside\nAnd it won\'t be long before you and me run\nTo the place in our hearts where we hide\n \nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin\' like children, livin\' like lovers\nRollin\' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues \n \nJust stare into space\nPicture my face in your hands\nLive for each second without hesitation\nAnd never forget I\'m your man \n \nWait on me, girl\nCry in the night if it helps\nBut more than ever, I simply love you\nMore than I love life itself \n \nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin\' like children, livin\' like lovers\nRollin\' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 [Harmonica solo: Stevie Wonder] \n \nWait on me, girl\nCry in the night if it helps\nBut more than ever, I simply love you\nMore than I love life itself \n \nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nTime on my hands could be time spent with you\nLaughin\' like children, livin\' like lovers\nRollin\' like thunder under the covers\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues \n \nLaughing like children, living like lovers\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nLaughing like children, living like lovers\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues\nAnd I guess that\'s why they call it the blues8 ",2 +174,AGATHODAIMON___The_Darkness_Inside,anger, "The Darkness Inside Life sometimes feels like a nightmare\nWhen every step you take is a wrong one\nWith only binary choices there\nSeeming fair? \nThey say that time does slowly heal\nBut memories amplify the pain I feel\nForever haunting me, it\'s so unreal\nAnd still we dream... as we walk down the line...\nWe forever sleep\nSince ages dead inside\nA plunge red shrine \nEmotions and hope subside\nFoul like altar wine \nLife sometimes into a nightmare\nWhen every step you take is a wrong one\nWith only binary choices there\nSeeming fair? \nNot when luck has gone\nAnd I said\nNot when luck has gone \nLiving a life beyond light\nWith darkness to pattern my fate\nFeelings left aside\nLeft with despair and nothing but hate\nLeft to witness\nThe final fall of mankind\nNo outcome of existence \nLife sometimes even seems like it goes on\nStill every step you take is a wrong one\nMaybe you can wake up anytime you like\nBut you can never leave\nYou will never achieve\nThe feeling that life goes on\n Or are we already gone? \nLeft to witness\nThe final fall of mankind\nNo outcome of existence\nFloods my heart and mind \nA lifeless thing in living guise\nLeaping off to quick demise \nA blind man in a cave of eternal light\nRemnants of a dream that fades \nLife at times is hard to comprehend\nBut every step leads further to the end\nStill even death is but a guess\nAnd darkness weaves with many shades\nDarkness weaves with many shades \nTake a look beyond the silver glades\nSee darkness weave with many shades ",3 +240,Abba___Ring_Ring,happy, "Ring Ring \nI was sitting by the phone\nI was waiting all alone\nBaby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you\nIt\'s a dark and dreary night\nSeems like nothing\'s going right\nWon\'t you tell me honey how can I go on here without you? \n \nYes I\'m down and feeling blue\nAnd I don\'t know what to do, oh-oh\n \nRing, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nRing, ring, the happiest sound of them all\nRing, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall\nAnd I sit all alone impatiently\nWon\'t you please understand the need in me\nSo, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call? \n \nYou were here and now you\'re gone\nHey, did I do something wrong?\nI just can\'t believe that I could be so badly mistaken\nWas it me or was it you?\nTell me, are we really through?\nWon\'t you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking \n \nPlease forgive and then forget\nOr maybe darling better yet, oh-oh \n \nRing, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nRing, ring, the happiest sound of them all\nRing, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall\nAnd I sit all alone impatiently\nWon\'t you please understand the need in me\nSo, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\n \nOh-oh, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nOh-oh, ring, ring, why don\'t you give me a call?\nSo, ring, ring...1 ",0 +8351,Enrique_Iglesias___Escape,happy, "Escape \nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love \n \nHere\'s how it goes\nYou and me, up and down\nBut maybe this time we\'ll get it right, worth the fight\n\'Cause love is something you can\'t shake\nWhen it breaks When it breaks\nAll it takes is some trying\n \nIf you feel like leaving\nI\'m not gonna beg you to stay\nBut soon you\'ll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love \n \nSo, if you go\nYou should know You should know\nIt\'s hard to just forget the past so fast\nIt was good It was good, it was bad, but it was real\nAnd that\'s all you have in the end, our love mattered \n \nIf you feel like leaving\nI\'m not gonna beg you to stay I won\'t beg you to stay\nBut soon you\'ll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love \n \nYou can run You can run\nYou can hide You can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love My love\nYou can run You can run\nYou can hide You can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love\n \nHere\'s how it goes\nAll it takes is some trying\nBaby, you can run... \n \nIf you feel like leaving\nI\'m not gonna beg you to stay I won\'t beg you to stay\nBut soon you\'ll be finding You\'ll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nIf you feel like leaving\nI\'m not gonna beg you to stay\nYou can\'t escape my love\nBut soon you\'ll be finding\nYou can run, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love \n \nYou can run\nYou can run\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nYou can run\nBut you can\'t escape my love\nYou can run\nYou can run\nBaby, you can run, baby, you can hide\nBut you can\'t escape my love, love, love\nYou can run, you can hide, but you can\'t escape my love3 ",0 +2151,Augustana___Sweet_And_Low,sad, "Sweet and Low \nAnywhere you go, anyone you meet\nRemember that your eyes can be your enemies\nI said, hell is so close and heaven\'s out of reach\nBut I ain\'t giving up quite yet\nI\'ve got too much to lose \n \nHold me down, sweet and low, little girl\nHold me down, sweet and low, and I will carry you home\nHold me down, sweet and low, little girl\nHold me down, and I\'ll carry you home\n \nThe rain is gonna fall, the sun is gonna shine\nThe wind is gonna blow, the water\'s gonna rise\nShe said, when that day comes, look into my eyes\nNo one\'s giving up quite yet\nWe\'ve got too much to lose \n \n \nAnd I\'ll carry you all the way\nWhen you say you\'re fine\nBut you\'re still young, and out of line\nWhen all I need is to turn around\nTo make it last, to make it count\nI ain\'t gonna make the same mistakes\nThat put my mama in her grave\nI don\'t wanna be alone \n \n \n 2 ",1 +6452,Dark_Tranquillity___The_Treason_Wall,sad, "The Treason Wall \nLet me tell you about the loss of all\nThe failing of all that we hold dear\nWrapped up nicely in ourselves\nChaos resolves\nThat which order defiles\nWorthless lives\nAre ordered... are ordered blind \n \nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe\n \nI raise my hand against it all\nFor those who don\'t recognize the call\nWill the sense to overcome these nestled walls\nGonna break it, gonna break it, gonna break it down \n \nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe \n \nLet me nail you to the treason wall\nStab the night and the day from your sight\nAnd set the thought to flame\nFeeble devout\nNothing resides\nBreak it to pieces\nThat obstinate mind \n \nI raise my fist to hold the line\nAgainst those who set themselves on high\nGonna break it, gonna break it\nGonna break it down\n \nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe\nTaste and you will see\nThat all belongs to me\nI don\'t believe\nI don\'t believe ",1 +1704,Arab_Strap___PeepPeep,sad, "Peep Peep Once again, I\'ve gone a bit too far\nAnd I wish that was you there, peep-peeping\nThen as you rolled down the window of your car\nYou\'d say hello, stranger, how you been keeping? \nAnd I\'d tell you I\'ve never been so fine\nBut you could tell something\'s amiss\nSo we\'d go and buy your favourite wine\nAnd while it chills, we could sit and reminisce \nBut I know now you\'d drive right by\nAnd so you should, after the way I was then\nAnd I hope you finish everything you try\nBut I can never be your brother again\nIt\'s not me who changed\nI still love to roam\nJust pick me up\nAnd take me home ",1 +2651,Bedouin_Soundclash___Gyasi_Went_Home,happy, "Gyasi Went Home Where do you come from?\nYou come from anywhere\nYou come from country where, water falls free to the sea\nI heard the English said\nYou got the best of it\nWhen Raleigh washed up and found solid gold in his hands \nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he\'s only breaking the law\nThere was a hill coolie, and a transatlantic slave\nThere came a day when they broke away free of their chains\nNow in country tempers run hot like Caribbean sun\nAnd the water flows, Gyasi when he went home \nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he\'s only breaking the law \nThere was a woman, who gave all her pearls\nThe ocean rolling, rolled them from the new world\nAnd in the morning, rebel you call\nBut you know…he\'s only breaking the law",0 +9593,From_Autumn_To_Ashes___Take_Her_To_The_Music_Store,anger, "Take Her To The Music Store [Benjamin Perri, Francis Mark] \nEmotionless grey skies\nBleed somber dreams of sorrow\nBlackened unseen heart\nTears a virgin\'s godlike innocence\nFrom its palace\nPaint sarcastic smiles upon new wounds\nTears of misery stain scar-filled minds \nHatred new like tomorrow flows from bitter memories\nPurity now embraced by sinful ideals why\nLifeless tomb rests weary with prowling peering eyes\nSilence falls upon deaf ears covered by night \nAlone in thought, shaking\nBiting tongues of lead at unfit moments\nScreaming disbelief with no faith in sight \nAnd her disgust has no borders\nNo limits to strive for\nShe bends and breaks\nTo rules set by the weak \nShe\'s finally seen she\'s a beautiful girl with a smile so grand\nShe could stop all the world\nStolen her skin he sews her mouth shut, nothing to him\nHer screams just die out\nAs she cries out, her voice dies out\nAs she cries out, her voice dies out \nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands\nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands\nLove once inside her heart, lay in my hands \nSo beautiful, she cries\nSo beautiful\n Was it asked for? Was it implied?\nWhat could have been done?\nWas it asked for? Was it implied?\nWhat could have been done?\nInside her mind dies ",3 +8953,Feist___When_i_was_a_young_girl,calm, "When I Was a Young Girl \nWhen I was a young girl, I used to seek pleasure\nWhen I was a young girl, I used to drink ale\nOut of the ale house, down into the jail house\nMy body\'s salivated and hell is my doom \n \nCome mama, come papa, and sit you down by me\nCome sit you down by me and pity my case\nMy poor head is aching, my sad heart in breaking\nMy body\'s salivating, and hell is my doom\n \nPlease send for the preacher to come and pray for me\nAnd send for the doctor to heal all my wounds\nMy poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking\nMy body\'s salivating and I\'m bound to die \n \nOne morning, one morning, one morning in May\nI saw this young lady all wrapped in white linen\nAll wrapped in white linen and called out the plague",2 +9508,Franz_Ferdinand___Words_So_Leisured,sad, "Words So Leisured \nShe\'s an emotion avenger\nShe is the villain who sends a\nLine of dark fantastic passion\nShe knows that you will surrender\nKnows that you will surrender\nYou want this fantastic passion\nWill have fantastic passion \n \nYou can feel her lips undress your eyes\nWhy should ugly skin that never feels\nNever feel your fingers tingle, tense anticipation on it?\nThis one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it\nWords of love, words so leisured\nWords are poisoned darts of pleasure\nDie\n \nYes, she\'s in her black mood tonight\nWatch her dye your black hair white\nRob you of your muscles, slacken\nAll the skin that was so tight\nSo ask for a reason\nOh, ask for any reason\nOh, ask for the one reply\nFor the one reply \n \nTry for the reason\nBut passion never lives, it dies with reason\nTry for the reason\nThen die 2 ",1 +7457,Doug_Supernaw___I_Dont_Call_Him_Daddy,sad, "I Don’t Call Him Daddy \nIt was six in the morning when I made the county line\nThere\'s someone I\'ve got to talk to, can\'t get it off my mind\nHe is just a kid and he\'s in a pretty rough spot\nTwo dimes to make a phone call, that\'s about all I got \nHow\'s my boy today? I know it\'s been three weeks\nBut you know how far I\'ve got to go these days to make ends meet\nHow\'s your mama now, with her new live-in friend?\nOh, how I hate the wounds that never seem to mend\n \nYou said, I don\'t call him daddy, but he takes care of things\nWhen you pick me up on Friday, are you gonna bring me anything?\nOh, don\'t worry Dad, you know, it don\'t matter what we do\nCause I don\'t call him daddy, he can never be like you \n \nGod bless the little hearts, they\'re the ones who really pay\nWhen Mom and Dad can\'t get along and they go their separate ways\nIn a way I\'m glad there\'s someone there to fill the empty space\nTears of understanding stream down a dirty face \n \n \nHe is quite a little man growin\' up as fast as he can\nAnd I don\'t get to see him half as much as I had planned\nThere\'s so much I need to tell him, so precious little time\nA little rain on the window, and a little wave goodbye \n \n \nHe said, I don\'t call him daddy, but he takes care of things\nWhen you pick me up on Friday, are you gonna bring me anything?\nOh, don\'t worry Dad, you know, it don\'t matter what we do\nCause I don\'t call him daddy, he can never be like you",1 +3846,Bomfunk_MCs___Freestyler,happy, "Freestyler \nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nStraight from the top of my dome\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nC-c-c-carry on with the freestyler \n \nI got to throw on and go on\nYou know I got to flow on, selectors on ya radio play us\nCause we\'re friendly for ozone but that\'s not all so hold on\nTight as I rock the mic right, oh, excuse me, pardon\nAs I synchronize with the analysed upcoming vibes\nThe session, let there be a lesson, question\nYou carry protection or will your heart go on\nLike Celine Dion, Karma Chameleon\n \nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone \n \nStyles, steelos, we bring many kilos\nSo you could pick yours, from the various\nAmbitious, nutritious, delicious, delirious or vicious\nJust tell us, we deliver anything\nFrom acappellas to best sellers, suckers get jealous\nBut they\'re soft like marshmallows, you know they can\'t handle\xa0us\nLike Debbie does Dallas, yeah, we come scandalous\nSo who the fuck is Alice, she from the Buckingham Palace? \n \nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\n \nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nStraight from the top of my dome\nF-f-f-f-f-freestyler, rock the microphone\nC-c-c-carry on with the freestyler \n \nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock the, rock the, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, r-rock-r-rock, rock the microphone\nYeah, straight from the top of my dome\nAs I rock-rock, rock-rock, rock the microphone14 ",0 +3992,Box_Car_Racer___Letters_To_God,sad, "Letters to God \nCaught off guard, all worked up\nThe air is as dark and cold as night\nLet me go, I\'m not done\nI swear I\'ll take just one lifetime \n \nAnd I, I won\'t lie, I won\'t sin\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go\nCan\'t you wait?\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go\n \nI should have asked, I could have helped\nAt least a fucking 1.000 times before\nWill this offer get me in\nOr does this prove that they gave more? \n \nAnd I, I won\'t lie, I won\'t sin\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go\nCan\'t you wait?\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go \n \n \nAnd I, I won\'t lie, I won\'t sin\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go\nCan\'t you wait?\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go \nAnd I, I won\'t lie, I won\'t sin\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go\nCan\'t you wait?\nMaybe I don\'t wanna go 7 ",1 +7870,El_Perro_Del_Mar___God_Knows_You_Gotta_Give_To_Get,sad, "God Knows You Gotta Give to Get God knows\nI\'ve been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI\'ve been taking a lot without giving back \nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back to the love\nGod knows\nI\'ve been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI\'ve been taking a lot without giving back\nGod knows\nI\'ve been asking a lot without giving back \nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back\nYou gotta give to get\nYou gotta give to get back to the love \nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back\nGet back got to get back",1 +6400,Danzig___Mother,sad, "Mother \nMother\nTell your children not to walk my way\nTell your children not to hear my words\nWhat they mean\nWhat they say\nMother\nMother\nCan you keep them in the dark for life?\nCan you hide them from the waiting world?\nOh mother\nFather\nGonna take your daughter out tonight\nGonna show her my world\nOh father\n \nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s like\nTill you\'re bleeding \n \nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s \n \nMother\nTell your children not to hold my hand\nTell your children not to understand\nOh mother\nFather\nDo you want to bang heads with me\nDo you want to feel everything\nOh father \n \nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s like\nTill you\'re bleeding\n \nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s\nYeah! \n \n \nNot about to see your light\nBut if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s like\nTill you\'re bleeding \n \nNot about to see your light\nAnd if you want to find hell with me\nI can show you what it\'s\nWhoa\nMother\nYeah!22 ",1 +6072,Cult_Of_Luna___Crossing_Over,sad, "Crossing Over Traces in snow\nA red line grows through and leads me below\nNothing on this side ties me \nOne step, one glimpse of an eye\nOne moment can change everything\nWait here 'til my words spread across the sky\nAnd into the chambers of every soul",1 +4205,Brett_Anderson___Scarecrows_And_Lilacs,sad, "Scarecrows and Lilacs The scarecrow waits on the hill all day, and a sparrow calls as the evening falls\nWe covered the mountain like snow; we covered the forest like crows\nBut were lie down where the lilacs grow \nYour hands look small, and the skin is so cold\nWith your nails all cracked, like beetles backs\nTheir cover the village like ghosts, their cover the mountain like crows\nBut their find us where our blood meets the snow\nWhere the lilacs grow ",1 +1580,Antimatter___Psalms,sad, "Psalms Poor boy he knows he\'s alive, he\'s afraid to learn\nHe don\'t want to get where he\'s going cos he thinks he\'s gonna burn\nHe can\'t handle being born in the middle of a big black line\nNo matter where he looks, to him it\'s just either side\nClose your eyes when you feel you\'re going under\nClose your eyes; you can make the shore this time\nClose your eyes; you can make it through the wild\n... you can make it through the wild\nPoor boy he knows in this life he\'ll get hunted down\nHe don\'t want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground\nHe can\'t hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye\nYou can\'t wash the canvas now cos it\'s full of dye",1 +6023,Crispian_St_Peters___You_Were_On_My_Mind,happy, "You Were On My Mind Well, I woke up this mornin\'\nYou were on my mind\nI said you were on my mind \nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind \nSo I went to the corner\nJust to ease my pain\nI said just to ease my pain\nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI came home again \nBut I woke up this mornin\'\nYou were on my mind\nYou were on my mind \nOh, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind \nBut I\'ve got a feelin\'\nYeah, down in my shoes\nI said way down in my shoes \nWell, I gotta ramble, whoa, whoa\nI gotta move on, whoa, whoa\nI gotta walk away my blues \nWhen I woke up this mornin\'\nYou were on my mind\nI said you were on my mind \nWell, I got troubles, whoa, whoa\nI got worries, whoa, whoa\nI got wounds to bind, yeah",0 +4658,Cake___Arco_Arena,happy, "Arco Arena [Album version is instrumental. In rare vocal version, these are the :]\nWelcome to the Kings\' palace\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nWhy walk in circles?\nWhy walk in circles?\nWhy walk in circles when you can win?\nMove your feet to the spirit of the ball\nMove your feet to the spirit of the ball\nWelcome to the Kings\' palace\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nCrazy Train, daisy chain\nPeople just getting lazy, complaining\nArco Arena\nArco Arena\nThe parking lot sparkles hot\nAround the busy sports complex\nCrazy Train, daisy chain\nPeople just getting lazy, complaining\nArco Arena\nArco Arena",0 +3180,Bing_Crosby___Pennies_From_Heaven,happy, "Pennies from Heaven A long time ago\nA million years BC\nThe best things in life\nWere absolutely free\nBut no one appreciated\nA sky that was always blue\nAnd no one congratulated\nA moon that was always new\nSo it was planned that they would vanish now and them\nAnd you must pay before you get them back again\nThat\'s what storms were made for\nAnd you shouldn\'t be afraid for\nEvery time it rains it rains\nPennies from heaven\nDon\'t you know each cloud contains\nPennies from heaven\nYou\'ll find yor fortune falling\nAll over town\nBe sure that your umbrella is upside down\nTrade them for a package of sunshine and flowers\nIf you want the things you love\nYou must have showers\nSo when you hear it thunder\nDon\'t run under a tree\nThere\'ll be pennies from heaven for you and me",0 +8912,Fatboy_SlimMacy_Gray___Demons,calm, "Demons \nThey say she had a heart attack\nI think the creature\'s coming back\nAnd I am fine 'cause all my love\'s electrifying \n \nAnd I\'m comfy like a cesspool\nWanna be with you\nAnd it\'s my premonition\nI better give my heart a listen\nAnd my preacher said\n \nAll of your demons will wither away\nEcstasy comes and they cannot stay\nYou\'ll understand when you come my way\n\'Cause all of my demons have withered away \n \nThey said he shook himself to death\nI wanna dance 'til my last breath\nBut mister disco only parties hard in Frisco \n \nComfy like a cesspool\nWanna be with you\nAnd it\'s my premonition\nI better give my heart a listen\nAnd my preacher say \n \nAll of your demons will wither away\nEcstasy comes and they cannot stay\nYou\'ll understand when you come my way\n\'Cause all of my demons have withered awaySee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44 2 ",2 +728,Alice_In_Chains___Dam_That_River,anger, "Dam That River \nI broke you in the canyon\nI drowned you in the lake\nYou, a snake that I would trample\nOnly thing I\'d not embrace \n \nOh, you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd maybe I don\'t give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away\n \nI pushed and then you stumbled\nI kicked you in the face\nYou stared at me so hollow\nGot to keep that killing pace \n \nOh, you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd maybe I don\'t give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away \n \n \nI burned the place around you\nI hit you with a rake\nYou piss upon my candle\nSo proving you\'re a fake \n \nOh, you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd maybe I don\'t give a damn anyway\nSo you couldn\'t dam that river\nAnd it washed me so far away 9 ",3 +3385,Black_Sabbath___Buried_Alive,sad, "Buried Alive Once upon a nightmare\nOnce upon a time\nYou\'re running from temptation\nYou got lost\nAnd found that you don\'t \nBelong to anybody\nYou\'re all the same\nJust another number\nCross it out\nWhenever you don\'t behave\nSomeone got the doctor\nHe knows what to do\nThrow some bones and mumble\nThe devil\'s inside of you \nIt might be contagious\nIt might change the plan\nGet back in your tiny boxes\nEven if you can\'t\nWe say you can \nJoin the congregation\nEverybody\'s got to get in line and\nWe never justify\nThe choir sings a never-ending lie \n \nWhen you thought you were free\nYou didn\'t need a reason\nNo reason to survive \n \nAs the big door closes\nAnd you waiting for the nail\nSomebody tell the world\nYou\'re buried alive\n Once upon a nightmare\nOnce upon a time\nYou\'re running from tomorrow\nYou got lost\nAnd found that another\nDay has turned to ashes\nTaken by the wind\nFrozen seeds of sorrow\nNever to begin \nJoin the celebration\nAnd everybody\'s got to get in line and\nWe never justify\nThe choir sings a never-ending lie \n \nWhen you thought you were free\nYou did not need a reason\nNo reason to survive \n \nAs the big door closes\nAnd you waiting for the nail\nSomebody tell the world\nYou\'re buried alive\nOne more nightmare\nJust one more time\nJoin the congregation\nEverybody get in line \nCelebration\nThe choir sings a lie\nAs you call\nThe hammer falls\nAnd no one hears you cry\nI\'m buried alive ",1 +2926,Bethany_Dillon___All_I_Need,happy, "All I Need When the day is done\nAnd there\'s no one else around\nWhile I\'m lying here in bed\nYou\'re in my heart, You\'re in my head\nYou\'re all I need, You\'re all I need\nThere are a million voices\nCalling out my name\nBut You\'re the One I want to hear\nSo make the others disappear \nYou are all I need when I\'m surrounded\nYou are all I need if I\'m by myself\nYou fill me when I\'m empty\nThere is nothing else\nYou\'re all I need\nWhen the morning comes\nAnd Your mercy is renewed\nThere\'s a fire in my bones\nI\'m not afraid to go alone\nYou\'re all I need\nYou\'re all I need\nThe sun on my face\nI hear You whisper loud\nYou\'re still the God that opens seas\nEvery flower, even me\nYou\'re all I need\nYou\'re all I need \nYou are all I need when I\'m surrounded\nYou are all I need if I\'m by myself\nYou fill me when I\'m empty\nThere is nothing else\nYou\'re all I need \nI\'m drawn to everything that You do\nNothing compares with You",0 +7309,Dixie_Chicks___Once_Youve_Loved_Somebody,sad, "Once You’ve Loved Somebody \nI should go out tonight, get on with my life\nBreak these chains of solitude\nWith a little luck and a little help, I might even find myself\nIn the arms of someone new \n \n\'Cause once you\'ve loved somebody\nIt ain\'t that easy to do\nOnce you\'ve loved somebody\nLike I loved you\n \nLook what you\'ve gone and done, ruined everything for anyone\nWho tries to steal this heart away\nI can\'t get you off of my mind, I\'ve tried to tell myself a million times\nA little time is all it takes \n \n\'Cause once you\'ve loved somebody\nIt ain\'t that easy to do\nOnce you\'ve loved somebody\nLike I loved you \n \nI gave you everything that I had to give\nAnd I don\'t know if I could go that far again \n \n\'Cause once you\'ve loved somebody\nIt ain\'t that easy to do\nOnce you\'ve loved somebody\nLike I loved you \n \nOh, once you\'ve loved somebody\nIt ain\'t that easy to do\nOnce you\'ve loved somebody\nLike I loved you",1 +7376,Don_Henley___The_Last_Worthless_Evening,sad, "The Last Worthless Evening \nI know you broke up with him\nAnd your heart\'s still on the shelf\nIt\'s been over two years for me\nAnd I\'m still not quite myself\nYou can\'t be with someone new\nAnd you can\'t go back to him\nYou\'re beginning to realize\nThat it\'s sink or swim \n \nI see you around sometimes\nAnd my heart just melts\nYou\'re lookin\' like if you had your wish\nYou\'d be somewhere else\nAnd it just breaks my heart\nTo see you here this way\nSomeday, I\'ll get the nerve\nTo walk up to you and say\n \nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance\nTo show you how to love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend\n\'Cause I\'ll be there\nWhen your broken heart is on the mend \n \nEvery night, it\'s the same old crowd\nIn smoky rooms\nYou catch a faint glimpse of love sometimes\nBut it never blooms\nAnd I\'ve been around this block\nA time or two\nAnd I made some big mistakes\nBut girl, I promise you, I promise you \n \nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance\nTo show you how to love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend\n\'Cause it won\'t be long\n\'Til your little heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n \nTime, time, tickin\', tickin\', tickin\' away\nTime, time, tickin\', tickin\', tickin\'\nTime, time, tickin\', tickin\', tickin\' away\nTime, time, tickin\', tickin\', tickin\' \n \nPeople inside their houses\nWith the shades pulled down\nGod knows we could use some romance\nIn this sleepy bedroom town\nI know you\'re still afraid\nTo rush into anything\nBut there are just so many summers, babe\nAnd just so many springs \n \nAnd this is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend, baby\nJust gimme a chance, gimme a chance\nTo show you love again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend\n\'Cause it won\'t be long\n\'Til your little heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah\n \nUh-huh\nThat you\'ll have to spend\nJust gimme a chance, darlin\'\nTo show you how to love again, again\nThis is the last worthless evening\nThat you\'ll have to spend, yeah\n\'Cause it won\'t be long\n\'Til your broken heart is on the mend\nHey, hey, hey, hey, oh yeah \n \nUh-huh\nThat you\'ll have to spend1 ",1 +5778,Concrete_Blonde___Everybody_Knows,sad, "Everybody Knows Everybody knows the dice are loaded\nEverybody rolls with their fingers crossed\nEverybody knows that the war is over\nEverybody knows that the good guys lost\nEverybody knows the fight is fixed\nThe poor stay poor and the rich get rich\nThat\'s how it goes \nEverybody knows the boat is sinking\nEverybody knows that the captain lied\nEverybody\'s got this broken feeling\nLike their mama or their dog just died\nEverybody\'s hands are in their pockets\nEverybody wants a box of chocolates\nAnd a long stem rose\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat\'s how it goes\nEverybody knows \nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat\'s the way it goes\nEverybody knows \nEverybody knows that it\'s now or never\nEverybody knows that it\'s me or you\nEverybody knows that you live forever\nWhen you had a line or two\nEverybody knows the deal is rotten\nOld black Joe still pickin\' cotton\nFor your ribbons and bows \nEverybody knows you love me baby\nEverybody knows that you really do\nEverybody knows that you\'ve been faithful\nGive or take a night or two\nEverybody knows you\'ve been discreet\nSo many people you had to meet\nWithout your clothes\nAnd everybody knows\n Everybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat\'s the way it goes\nEverybody knows \nEverybody knows\nEverybody knows\nThat\'s how it goes\nAnd everybody knows2 ",1 +5107,Chairmen_Of_The_Board___Didnt_We,happy, "Didn’t We This time we almost made the pieces fit\nDidn\'t we?\nThis time we almost made some sense of it\nDidn\'t we?\nThis time I had the answer, right here in my hand\nThen I touched it and it had turned to sand \nThis time we almost sang our song in tune\nDidn\'t we, love?\nThis time we almost made it, made it to the moon\nDidn\'t we, love?\nThis time we almost made our poem rhyme\nThis time we almost made that long hard climb\nDidn\'t we almost make it?\nDidn\'t we almost make it?\nDidn\'t we almost make it this time?",0 +2481,Barry_White___Dont_Make_Me_Wait_Too_Long,happy, "Don’t Make Me Wait Too Long \nBaby, it\'s really amazing what I go through without you\nYou know sometimes I find myself counting\nCounting the hours, the minutes, the seconds, the moments \n \nDarling, please don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need\nPlease don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need\n \nWhen I\'m away from you\nSeems like forever, yeah\nGirl, if you only knew\nWhat I go through without you\nBut knowing in a moment I\'ll\nI\'ll see that face and see your smile Give it here\nI turn the key Give it here, open up the door Give it here\nGirl, there you are, I can\'t take much more \n \nDarling, please don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need\nDon\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need \n \nYou\'re in my arms again\nAnd heaven is waiting\nAh, one more kiss and then\nAnd I\'ll be in time be making\nMaking you feel inside\nHave you pleased and so satisfied Give it here\nNo visits tonight Give it here, and no phone calls Give it here\nYou\'ve got what I want - girl, I want it all\n \nDarling, please don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need\nPlease, don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nYou I need \n \nBaby, I swear that I, I really can\'t take much more of this\nSwear I really can\'t take much more of this\nGive it up, baby - oh Lord, give it up\nWhat do I have to do to make you, make you... \n \nOh, please don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nYou I need\nPlease, don\'t make me wait too long\nI wanna love you, baby\nCan\'t you see it\'s only you I want\nAnd you I need\n \nPlease don\'t make me wait too long\nGirl, don\'t make me, make me\nIt\'s only you I want, I want\nDon\'t make me wait too long, too long\nIt\'s only you I want. I want\nDon\'t make me wait too long, too long\nIt\'s only you I want, I want\nDon\'t make me wait too long, too long ",0 +7366,Dolores_ORiordan___Apple_Of_My_Eye,sad, "Apple Of My Eye As the days go by\nThe apple of my eye\nI\'ll always wait for you \nAnd as a new day dawns\nThe darkness moves away\nAnd I will wait for you \nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you\nWell it\'s hard to hold\nThe room is turning cold\nThe candle flickers still \nAnd what I would not do\nFor the love of you\nWould you hold on to me? \nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you \nAs the days the go by\nThe apple of my eye\nI\'ll always wait for you \nAnd as a new day dawns\nThe darkness moves away\nAnd I will wait for you \nRemember, remember\nThe face of you\nSurrender, surrender\nThe touch of you\n I will remember, I will remember the face of you\nI will remember, I will remember the touch of you\nI will remember, I will remember the face of you\nI will remember, I will remember the touch of you ",1 +2052,Athlete___Black_Swan_Song,happy, "Black Swan Song I waded through the darkest fields you\'d imagine\nYour pretty face sketched on the barrel of my gun\nAnd I know you\'ll be the first to welcome me\nWhen I climb into eternity\nOh, oh \nThe forest always kept us warm\nBut it doesn\'t feel like home anymore\nAnd I know there\'s bigger mountains where you are\nAnd a better climate for my heart\nOh, oh\nI\'ve been racing the clock\nAnd I\'ve run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms \nThough many battles I have won\nI lost too many friends I could count on\nAnd I know, they\'ll be the first to welcome me\nWhen I parachute into eternity\nOh, oh \nI\'ve been racing the clock\nAnd I\'ve run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms \nAnd the rain beat down on the rooftops\nBut there was no sound\nThere was no sound\nAnd all my friends and family carried me\nThey carried me home\nCarried me home\n I\'ve been racing the clock\nAnd I\'ve run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms\nI\'ve been racing the clock\nAnd I\'ve run out of steam\nI am ready for my final symphony\nOh my body is weak\nBut my soul is still strong\nI am ready to rest in your arms ",0 +7665,Easy_Star_AllStars___No_Surprises,happy, "No Surprises A heart that\'s full up like a landfill\nA job that slowly kills you\nBruises that won\'t heal \nYou look so tired and unhappy\nBring down the government\nThey don\'t, they don\'t speak for us\nI\'ll take a quiet life\nA handshake of carbon monoxide \nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nSilent, silent\nThis is my final fit, my final bellyache with \nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises\nNo alarms and no surprises please \nSuch a pretty house, such a pretty garden \nNo alarms and no surprises let me out of here\nNo alarms and no surprises let me out of here\nNo alarms and no surprises please let me out of here",0 +3178,Billy_Talent___Sympathy,happy, "Sympathy \nA slap in the face\nAnd I can\'t erase\nThese things that you say\nDon\'t make it all okay, it\'s not okay \nWhen push comes to shove\nI\'ll put on the gloves\nIntentions are cruel\nI ain\'t nobody\'s fool you know it hurts..\n \nMy pride, step aside\n\'Cause I don\'t need your.. \n \nSympathy! Won\'t get the best of me\nMisery! That\'s what you\'re giving me\nSympathy! It\'s just like trickery\nBreaking me down \n \nA fistful of lies\nDressed up in disguise\nAnd make no mistake\nI know they\'re all so fake, they\'re all so fake \nMy self-righteous friend\nI just can\'t pretend\nYour words are the truth\nSincere only when they suit you, it hurts.. \n \nMy pride, step aside\n\'Cause I don\'t need your.. \n \nSympathy! Won\'t get the best of me\nMisery! That\'s what your giving me\nSympathy! It\'s just like trickery\nBreaking me down\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 Sympathy! Won\'t get the best of me\nMisery! This shit is killing me\nSympathy! It\'s just like trickery\nBreaking me down\nBreaking me down \n \nSympathy! Won\'t get the best of me\nMisery! That\'s what your giving me\nSympathy! It\'s just like trickery\nBreaking me down \nSympathy! Won\'t get the best of me\nMisery! This shit is killing me\nSympathy! It\'s just like trickery\nBreaking me down \n \nBreaking me down\nBreaking me down ",0 +7219,Dinosaur_Jr___The_Leper,anger, "The Leper \nEmbarrassed to be alive\nSit with my life open wide\nYour stare is forcing my face open\nA leper crumbling, never joking\nWho should I believe? \n \nSafest to wallow in my own esteem\nAfraid, stick my neck out\nKnowing the day has drawn\n \nI\'m a leper\nScared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape\nA leper\nDoomed to this, my life is chosen to rape \n \nEmbarrassed to be alive\nSit with my life open wide\nYour stare is forcing my face open\nA leper crumbling, never joking \n \nI\'m a leper\nScared beyond this feeling, I dare to escape\nA leper\nDoomed to this, my life is chosen to rape \n \nI\'m a leper, leper, leper",3 +6381,Danko_Jones___Code_Of_The_Road,anger, "Code of the Road \nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nNobody knows a single place I go\nCity by city, night after night \n \nBeen a long time on this lonely road, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it\'s worth the fight\nIf you\'ve seen it once, I\'ve seen it twice before, yeah\nLittle by little, night after night\n \nYou\'ve been waiting for this all of your life, yeah\nThe time is now to go\nNo hesitation, no backing down now\nSo just take it away \n \nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nPeople all around you, but you\'re all alone\nCity by city, night after night \n \nIt\'s about time I take it nice and slow, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it\'s worth the fight\nI say it all the time but then I start to roam yeah\nLittle by little, mile after mile \n \nYou\'ve been waiting for this all of your life yeah\nThe time is now to go\nNo hesitation, no backing down now\nSo just take it away \n \n \nI live by the code of the road\nEvery single night of my life\nNobody knows a single place I go\nCity by city, night after night \n \nBeen a long time on this lonely road, yeah\nNothing comes easy but it\'s worth the fight\nIf you\'ve seen it once, I\'ve seen it twice before, yeah\nLittle by little, mile after mile ",3 +7138,Dido___See_You_When_Youre_40,sad, "See You When You’re 40 \nI\'ve driven round in circles for three hours\nIt was bound to happen that I\'d end up at yours\nI temporarily forgot there\'s better days to come\nI thought that I would give it just one more chance \n \nCause I want, tonight, what I\'ve been waiting for\nBut I found, tonight, what I\'d been warned about \n \nYou think you are complicated, deep mystery to all\nWell, it\'s taken me a while to see, you\'re not so special\nAll energy, no meaning with a lot of words\nSo paper thin that one real feeling could knock you down\n \nAnd I\'ve seen, tonight, what I\'d been warned about\nI\'m gonna leave, tonight, before I change my mind \n \nSo see you when you\'re 40, lost and all alone\nBeing comforted by strangers you\'ll never need to know\nNot sad because you lost me\nBut sad because you thought it was cool to be sad \nYou think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd\nWell if you had walked past me today I wouldn\'t have picked you out\nI wouldn\'t have picked you out\nI wouldn\'t have picked you out \n \nNow I\'ve seen, tonight, how could I waste my time?\nAnd I\'ll be on my way, and I won\'t be back\nCause I\'ve seen, tonight, what I\'ve been warned about\nYou\'re just a boy, not a man, and I\'m not coming back \n \nAnd I\'m not coming back\nWhat I\'d been warned about 3 ",1 +1165,Amy_Winehouse___Valerie,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +3570,Blondie___In_The_Flesh,happy, "In the Flesh \nDarling, darling, darling\nI can\'t wait to see you\nYour picture ain\'t enough\nI can\'t wait to touch you in the flesh Ooh\nDarling, darling, darling Darling\nI can\'t wait to hear you\nRemembering your love Ooh\nIs nothing without you in the flesh \n \nWent walking one day on the lower East side\nMet you with a girlfriend, you were so divine\nShe said, Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine \nI couldn\'t resist you, I\'m not deaf, dumb, and blind\n \nDarling, darling, darling Darling\nNow you\'re out of town\nThose girls that you run with Ooh\nThey bring my head down\nOoh, darling Darling darling Darling\nWatch out if I see you\n\'Cause if you say, Hello \nIt\'ll mean you want to see me in the flesh \n \nOoh, warm and soft, in the flesh\nOoh, close and hot, in the flesh\nOohSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 1 ",0 +7202,Dinah_Washington___What_a_Difference_a_Day_Makes,happy, "What a Difference a Day Makes \nWhat a diff\'rence a day made\nTwenty-four little hours\nBrought the sun and the flowers\nMm, where there used to be rain\nMy yesterday was blue, dear\nToday I\'m a part of you, dear\nMy lonely nights are through, dear\nSince you said you were mine \n \nLord, what a diff\'rence a day makes\nThere\'s a rainbow before me\nSkies above can\'t be stormy\nSince that moment of bliss\nThat thrilling kiss\nIt\'s heaven when you\nFind romance on your menu\nWhat a diff\'rence a day made\nAnd the difference is you",0 +8400,Enuff_Z_Nuff___New_Thing,happy, "New Thing Information came about her\nSuddenly, I live without her\nTurn my stereo up louder\nI don\'t wanna hear about her\nTook myself a small vacation\nKind of on investigation\nChecking out a new sensation\nFinding much invigoration\nHand is on the buzzer\nAnd I\'m walkin\' through the door\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high on a new thing \nEverybody wants to find it\nJust they\'re all so narrow-minded\nSee a hill, they\'ve got to climb it\nMay be pots of gold behind it\nWorry, worry is your answer\nIf you like your wrinkles faster\nNursing old things make them last\nThe way we did it in the past\nWith everybody telling you\n You ain\'t got no respect! \nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high on a new thing \nSuicide don\'t make it\n\'Cause you\'re lonely in the end \nGet high on a new thing\nGet high on a new thing\nGet high, high, high, high on a new thing\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOn a new thing\n On a new thing\nI get high, I get high, so high\nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, let\'s get high \nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, I\'m so high\nOn a new thing\nI\'m so high, I\'m so high, I\'m so high \nOn a new thing\nLet\'s get high\nOn a new thing\nGet high\nOn a new thing2 ",0 +7273,Dishwalla___Counting_Blue_Cars,sad, "Counting Blue Cars \nMust have been mid afternoon\nI could tell by how far the child\'s shadow stretched out\nAnd he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street\nHe had many questions like children often do \n \nHe said, tell me all your thoughts on God\nTell me am I very far? \n \nMust have been late afternoon\nOn our way the sun broke free of the clouds\nWe count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street\nAnd ask many questions like children often do\n \nWe said, tell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I would really like to meet her\nAnd ask her why we\'re who we are\nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I am on my way to see her\nSo tell me am I very far, am I very far now? \n \nIt\'s getting cold picked up the pace\nHow our shoes make hard noises in this place\nOur clothes are stained\nWe pass many cross-eyed people\nAnd ask many questions like children often do \n \nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I would really like to meet her\nAnd ask her why we\'re who we are\nTell me all your thoughts on God\nCause I am on my way to see her\nSo tell me am I very far\nAm I very far now, am I very far now, am I very far now?\nTell me all your thoughts on God 3 ",1 +3336,Black_Light_Burns___Stop_A_Bullet,sad, "Stop A Bullet \nI\'ve got something to say\nI\'ve acquired a taste for watching you in pain\nIt\'s pretty hard to admit\nIt makes me feel like shit\nBut I mean it\nAnd I know that I\'m wrong\nThe weaker you get, the more I feel strong\nSo I want you to leave\nWipe your face on your sleeve\nAnd beat it\n \nThis doesn\'t end with you\nI walk around and I think if people only knew\nThat I wish they were cursed\nThat I wish them the worst\nI really wish 'em the worst\nBut I\'m doin\' my best\nAnd I hope you forgive me now that I\'ve confessed\n\'Cause I\'m trying to resist\nMy heart becoming a fist\nForever \n \nBecause you can\'t, you can\'t\nYou can\'t stop a bullet\nI\'m giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it\nYou can\'t, you can\'t\nYou can\'t stop a bullet\nI\'m giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it \n \nYou\'ve got something to say\nYou\'ve acquired a taste for watching me in pain\nIt\'s pretty hard to admit\nIt makes you feel like shit\nBut you mean it\nWhat the hell can we do?\nI\'m a different face of the man you knew\nI\'m a hole you\'ll fill\nFor the rest of your life\n \n \nYou can\'t, you can\'t\nYou can\'t stop a bullet\nI\'m giving you my trigger\nBut you better never pull it3 ",1 +4812,Caravan___Aristocracy,happy, "Aristocracy \nI mean, we got, we\'re twelve o\'clock only \n \nYou talk of all the many things that you have\nAnd you smile from day to day\nBut no one has ever seen any of these\nAnd those smiles just fade away\nSomeone keeps shouting out 'I want to know\'\nWell I can\'t help singing this song\nWhen they tell me that the devil is a gentleman too\nI know I can\'t go wrong\n \nI have to slip away today\nI\'ve been invited down to stay\nYes I feel my going down \n \nThey say that eight fishes call men in the sea\nAnd use man-made for the bait\nAnd shoots all the people that fly in the sky\nThat chance on his estate\nThat feeds on salmon, that just has to be seen\nAnd none but he can do\nThey tell me this and they tell me that\nAnd tell me this is always, always something new \n \nYou\'d better believe it\'s so\nI made up my mind to go\nA whole world waits for you, whoo \n \nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\n \nI\'ll sit with my head thrust down on your knees\nAnd smile for you again\nAnd you won\'t have to worry about anything now\nI\'ll be halfway there by ten\nIt only takes a moment to decide on the move\nIt all seems so absurd\nStill I know that the devil is a gentleman too\nWho never keeps his word \n \nI made up my mind to go\nYou\'d better believe it\'s so\nA whole world waits for me \n \nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do \n ",0 +423,Aerosmith___I_Dont_Want_To_Miss_A_Thing,sad, "I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing \nI could stay awake just to hear you breathin\'\nWatch you smile while you are sleeping\nWhile you\'re far away and dreaming\nI could spend my life in this sweet surrender\nI could stay lost in this moment forever\nWhere every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure \n \nDon\'t wanna close my eyes\nI don\'t wanna fall asleep\n\'Cause I\'d miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing\n\'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI\'d still miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing\n \nLying close to you, feeling your heart beating\nAnd I\'m wondering what you\'re dreaming\nWonderin\' if it\'s me you\'re seeing\nThen I kiss your eyes and thank God we\'re together\nAnd I just wanna stay with you\nIn this moment forever\nForever and ever \n \nI don\'t wanna close my eyes\nI don\'t wanna fall asleep\n\'Cause I\'d miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing\n\'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI\'d still miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing \n \nI don\'t wanna miss one smile\nI don\'t wanna miss one kiss\nWell, I just wanna be with you\nRight here with you, just like this\nI just wanna hold you close\nI feel your heart so close to mine\nAnd just stay here in this moment\nFor all the rest of time\nYeah Yeah\nYeah Yeah\nYeah!\n \nDon\'t wanna close my eyes\nDon\'t wanna fall asleep\n\'Cause I\'d miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing\n\'Cause even when I dream of you Even when I dream\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI\'d still miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing \n \nI don\'t wanna close my eyes\nI don\'t wanna fall asleep\n\'Cause I\'d miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing\n\'Cause even when I dream of you\nThe sweetest dream would never do\nI\'d still miss you, babe\nAnd I don\'t wanna miss a thing \n \nDon\'t wanna close my eyes\nI don\'t wanna fall asleep, yeah\nI don\'t wanna miss a thing44 ",1 +4222,Brett_Dennen___When_You_Feel_It,happy, "When You Feel It Momma got to worrying because her boy left home in a hurry again\nHer photographs are fading, she keeps a box in the closet full of negatives\nWell, I left a note on the floor in my room\nI\'ve always been stubborn and late to bloom\nI had to lay down my load, my burdens are my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know \nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nAnd I know, I know\nI was longing on a short summer night when I had the urge to leave\nI went out to find my muse with a eight in my pocket and a craving for some cajun blues\nI was following my follies when I saw her aboard the river queen\nI was courting my frail lady all the way to New Orleans\nBut I was swoon by a luminous tomb so I climbed the roof and gave that woman my croon\nI had to tell her all I know, my business is my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know \nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nAnd I know, I know \nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel\nWhen you feel it \nWell, mamma got to worrying she said Now boy, I stay up late wondering where you been!\nOh, soon your gonna have to give in no you can\'t live forever the way that you been. \nOh, mamma I\'m not trying to do not wrong I had to learn this is the way I get along\nIt\'s a life that I chose, my reasons are my own\nIt\'s a coming of age when you feel it you know\n When you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nI know, I know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know\nWhen you feel it you know ",0 +4431,Bruce_Springsteen___Mansion_On_The_Hill,calm, "Mansion on the Hill There\'s a place out on the edge of town, sir\nRising above the factories and the fields\nNow ever since I was a child, I can remember\nThat mansion on the hill \nIn the day, you can see the children playing\nOn the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel\nSteel gates that completely surround, sir\nThe mansion on the hill \nAt night, my daddy\'d take me and we\'d ride\nThrough the streets of a town so silent and still\nPark on a back road along the highway side\nLook up at that mansion on the hill\nIn the summer, all the lights would shine\nThere\'d be music playing, people laughing all the time\nMe and my sister, we\'d hide out in the tall cornfields\nSit and listen to the mansion on the hill \nTonight down here in Linden Town\nI watch the cars rushing by, far from the mill\nThere\'s a beautiful full moon rising\nAbove the mansion on the hillSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12",2 +2288,BB_King___Sweet_Little_Angel,happy, "Sweet Little Angel I\'ve got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes, when she spreads her wings around me\nI get joy, and everything \nYou know I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nOh yes, I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nWhoah, you know I ask her to buy a little drink of liquor\nAnd she gave me a whiskey still\nOh, if my baby should quit me\nI believe I would die\nOh if my baby should quit me\nLord I do believe I would die\nYes if you don\'t love me little angel\nPlease tell me the reason why 1 ",0 +9651,Funeral_For_A_Friend___This_Years_Most_Open_Heartbreak,sad, "This Year’s Most Open Heartbreak \nThrow that punch, swing to hit your target\nIt’s a pointless game, one better less played\nSuicide, to kiss your kids goodnight\nWill you take from them what they’ve taken from you? \n \nTo be the last one who will sing you to sleep\nTo be the last one who will sing you to\nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight\n \nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight\nJust like your unbroken records a comfort for you tonight \nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs on a brand new stereo\nWe will never be the same, same old songs \n ",1 +2866,Ben_Lee___Im_Willing,calm, "I’m Willing I took a breath of fresh air\nI took in the view at the top\nI took a lock of her golden hair\nI took a look, it was gone \nIf living\nIs giving\nI\'m ready\nI\'m willing \nI took her heart, cause she let me\nI took a walk in the dark\nI took some time to decide\nIf it was right\nI took a walk in the dark\nIf living\nIs giving\nI\'m ready\nI\'m willing \nI took a piece of the puzzle\nI took a souvenir\nI took both roads, everywhere they went\nNow something\'s gotta give \nAnd I\'m willing\nAnd I\'m willing\nAnd I\'m willing\nAnd I\'m 1 ",2 +2941,Betty_Noyes___Baby_Mine,sad, "Baby Mine \nBaby mine, don\'t you cry\nBaby mine, dry your eyes\nRest your head close to my heart\nNever to part, baby of mine \n \nLittle one when you play\nDon\'t you mind what you say\nLet those eyes sparkle and shine\nNever a tear, baby of mine\n \nFrom your head to your toes\nYou\'re so sweet goodness knows\nYou are so precious to me\nCute as can be, baby of mine",1 +6346,Dangerdoom___Perfect_Hair,sad, "Perfect Hair \nPerfect hair, to the second power of forever\nAsk him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never\nOn a mission with friends of fair weather\nSooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna, wear your leather prepared sweater\nAnd watch out for Catman my brothers\nHe keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Crothers\nA balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo\nFiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio?\nNot me yo, I\'m leavin\', gone\nEven if him got them bomb weavin\' Kanekalon\nNo more or less stress than your old boss\nThe tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores\nAnd Brenda, the best girl lost\nUncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss\nEarl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers\nVillain \'til he old and grey like olden day scam workers\nCirca one nine seventy-one\nOn the mic machine it seems his work will never be done\nHe seeks the ninth level of power\nBut weak geek might freak it in another hour\nOr so, they call the fool retarded hair guy\nIn school you could spot it when he nodded Here, why? \nI think his true name was Gerald\nThe toupee, the male pattern anime herald\nA good laugh like the walk to the bank\nNot the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog\n \nDanger DOOM, it\'s Master Shake, hey buddy!\nAh, did you get those e-mails I sent?\nUmm, I\'m still waitin, to hear from you\nI-I think, maybe you\'re, maybe you\'re in the shower\nDo you, are you in the shower? Okay\nBut I\'m still, totally, I got some other stuff\nUhh, but I\'m, I am committed more to doing yours\nSo, if you can let me know, today\nThat\'d, uhh, that\'d be great, okay?!\nJust, just gimme a call! And fa-for the schnizzle\nFor to do the rap pizzle\nAnd again I\'m really sorry, about that other one\nThe call... Meatwad sucks\nOkay, call me back dawg! 1 ",1 +3333,Black_Label_Society___Spoke_In_The_Wheel,sad, "Spoke in the Wheel Lord, I question whether I\'ve had my fill\nLord, I question whether I can take much more\nYou may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah\nNo more afters or befores \nSome day you\'ll know just how I feel\nYou left me there twice before\nSome day you\'ll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheel\nSo you say I\'m just another dollar baby\nSo you say I\'m just another day, yeah\nOnce my blood was strong but now it\'s jaded and it\'s thin\nUnlike you I can still tell right from wrong \nSome day you\'ll know just how it feels\nWhile you left me there twice before\nSome day you\'ll know just how it feels\nShattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride\nLike you were never nothing special\nMade you feel like another spoke in the wheelSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82 1 ",1 +28,10cc___Life_Is_A_Minestrone,happy, "Life Is a Minestrone \nI\'m dancing on the White House lawn\nSipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn\nHanging 'round the gardens of Babylon\nMinnie Mouse has got it all sewn up Come on, Pluto!\nShe gets more fan mail than the Pope Own up, own up\nShe takes the Mickey out of all my phobias\nLike signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia \n \nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne\nSuspended in deep freeze\n \nI\'m leaning on the Tower of Pisa\nHad an eyeful of the tower in France\nI\'m hanging 'round the gardens of Madison\nThe seat of learning and the flush of success\nRelieves a constipated mind\nI\'m like a gourmet in a skid row diner\nA fitting menu for a dilettante \n \nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze \n \nLove is the fire of flaming brandy\nUpon a crêpe suzette\nLet\'s get this romance cooking, honey\nBut let us not forget \n \nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\n \n \nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze \n \nLove is the fire of flaming brandy\nUpon a crêpe suzette\nLet\'s get this romance cooking, honey\nBut let us not forget \n \nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\nLife is a minestrone\nServed up with parmesan cheese\nDeath is a cold lasagne Baby\nSuspended in deep freeze\nC\'mon, serve it up boys \n \nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-minestrone\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine-mine-mine\nMine-mine ",0 +2490,Basement_Jaxx___Raindrops,happy, "Raindrops \nIn a desert\nYou’re standing\nA silhouette\nIn motion \n \nOn the glory afternoons in June I need you \n \nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\n \nThere’s a space out there\nAnd then when we can move \n \nOn the glory afternoons in June I need you \n \nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away \n \nYou taste so great, on my lips\nYou taste so good, on my lips\nYour moisture drips upon my lips\nJust like a waterfall straight through the heart of me \nRaindrops\nRaindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\nRaindrops, raindrops\n \nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nYou’ll feel so good upon my lips\nJust like raindrops Just like raindrops\nEven though you’re a million miles away \n \nWhen I want you, I’ll follow you\nI’ll follow you\nWhen I want you, I’ll follow you\nI’ll follow you ",0 +3322,Black_Kids___Im_Making_Eyes_At_You,happy, "I’m Making Eyes At You \nSo you want my affection\nWe both know you\'ll only throw it away\nBut if you must have a go, fine, okay\nIf you must have a go, then go away \n \nI\'m making eyes at you\nI\'ve been making these eyes now, making these eyes since '82\nI\'ve been making them green and grey and brown and delta blues\nI\'m reciting a mantra but I can\'t tell you 'cause you\'re missing to me\nThat\'s all you\'ll ever be\n \nOh please don\'t, please don\'t speak\nYou\'ll kill the mystique\nOh baby let\'s not, let\'s not dance\nWe\'ll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can\'t help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique \n \nYou are missing to me\nAnd I am missing much\nYour sleepy panda eyes, those dangerous thighs, your dirty touch\nYou are the wildest one\nBut you\'re the one that I want\nI\'m making eyes at you\nThat\'s all I ever do \n \nOh please don\'t, please don\'t speak\nYou\'ll kill the mystique\nOh baby let\'s not, let\'s not dance\nWe\'ll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can\'t help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique\n \nSo you want my affection\nWe both know you\'ll only throw it away\nBut if you must have a go, fine, okay\nI said, if you must have a go, then go away \n \nOh please don\'t, please don\'t speak\nYou\'ll kill the mystique\nOh baby let\'s not, let\'s not dance\nWe\'ll ruin our chances\nOh, in between the drinks\nI can\'t help but think that\nEven as we speak\nWe kill the mystique \n \nBa da ba da ba\nBa da ba da ba\nrepeat until fade1 ",0 +638,Albert_Hammond___I_Dont_Wanna_Die_In_An_Air_Disaster,anger, "I Don’t Wanna Die in an Air Disaster The engines spit out fire, I\'m pushed back in my chair\nThe pressure gives me thrills as we climb in the air\nAnd I love to watch the clouds and the mountains and the sky\nSwish around a cocktail the stewardess brings by \nLord, this is the life for me\nLord, oh Lord, this is the life for me\nBut I don\'t wanna die in an air disaster\nI don\'t wanna die on a plane \nWell, I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal\nPower at my feet and glory at the wheel\nAnd I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair\nGod knows where I\'m going, but me, I don\'t care\nLord, this is the life for me\nLord, oh Lord, this is the life for me\nBut I don\'t wanna die in a freeway pile-up\nI don\'t wanna die on the road \nWell, I\'m young and I\'m pretty, and I wanna stay that way\nWanna be desirable \'til my dying day\nI don\'t wanna be bedridden, an old and bitter sage\nHave the nurses saying I\'m young for my age\n He\'s young for his age. \nOh Lord, don\'t let me go that way\nLord, oh Lord, don\'t let me go that way\nNo, don\'t make me go like a fading chorus\nDon\'t make me fade like a song \nLord, have mercy on your son\nLord, oh Lord, oh Lord, have mercy on me\n\'cause I don\'t wanna die in an air disaster\nAnd I don\'t wanna die in a freeway pile-up\nAnd I don\'t wanna go like a fading chorus\nAnd I don\'t wanna die for no good reason \nAnd I just wanna go on and on ",3 +536,Air___Electronic_Performers,sad, "Electronic Performers We are the synchronizers\nSend messages through time code\nMIDI clock rings in my mind\nMachines gave me some freedom\nSynthesizers gave me some wings\nThey drop me through twelve bit samplers \nWe are electronic performers\nWe are electronics \nWe need to use envelope filters\nTo say how we feel\nRiding on magnetic waves\nWe search new programs for your pleasure\nI want to patch my soul on your brain\nBPM controls your heartbeats\nWe are the synchronizers\nWe are electronic performers ",1 +5780,Concrete_Blonde___Beware_Of_Darkness,sad, "Beware of Darkness Watch out, now, take care, beware of fallen singers\nDropping all around you\nThe pain that often mingles\nIn your fingertips\nBeware of darkness \nWatch out, now, take care and beware of thoughts that linger\nWinding up inside your head\nThe hopelessness around you\nIn the dead of night\nBeware of sadness\nIt can hit you\nIt can hurt you\nMake you sore and what is more\nThat is not what you are here for\nHere for \nWatch out, now, take care and beware of softshoe shufflers\nDancing down the sideboards\nAs each unconscious sufferer\nWanders aimlessly\nBeware of darkness \nWatch out now, take care, beware of greedy leaders\nThey take you where you should not go\nWhile weeping at the cedars\nThey just won\'t grow\nBeware of darkness",1 +8048,Elliott_Smith___Coast_to_Coast,sad, "Coast to Coast Pushy preacher \nLast stop for a resolution\nEnd of the line, into confusion\nSo go, go see what\'s there for you\nNothing new\nNothing new for you to use \nI\'ve got no new act to amuse you\nI\'ve got no desire to use you, no\nBut anything that I could do\nWould never be good enough for you\nIf you can\'t help it, then just leave it alone leave it alone\nLeave it alone\nYeah, just forget it\nIt\'s really easy\nI believe I\'ll forget it too \nStill you\'re keeping me around\n\'Til I finally drag us both down Gonna drag us both down\nPulling feathers out your hat Throwing feathers out your hat\nYes, I believe it\'s come to that I believe that\'s where it\'s at\nYou belong tagging along\nAnd I belong in the zoo \nSo I wait for confirmation\nThat you\'re never gonna use your starting gun\nUnless he\'s me, it sounds like sounds like\nBeing him just wasn\'t that much fun\nAnything that I could do\nWould never be good enough for you \nIf you can\'t help it then just leave it alone\nLeave me alone Leave me alone\nYeah, just forget it\nIt\'s really easy, I\'ll just forget it too\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nI\'ll do what I can so you can be what you do\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nCoast to coast Coast to coast\nI\'ll do everything I can so you can be what you do\nCoast to coast\nCoast to coast\n Circuit rider comes every fifth Sunday\nOh my lord, I fell asleep one day\nAnything that I could do\nIs there anything that I could do\nThat someone doesn\'t do for you It\'s never good enough for you\nThat someone didn\'t do for you That someone doesn\'t do for you\nThat I\'ve already done for you \n \nThat\'s why2 ",1 +1544,AntiFlag___1_Trillion_Dollar,happy, "1 Trillion Dollar$ \nOne trillion dollars could buy a lot of bling\nOne trillion dollars could buy most anything\nOne trillion dollars buying bullets, buying guns\nOne trillion dollars in the hands of killers, thugs \n \nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh\nFuck the world\nFuck 'em all\n \nOne trillion dollars to Africa, Iraq\nOne trillion dollars and it’s never coming back\nOne trillion dollars could buy some bad-ass drugs\nOne trillion dollars makes me wanna kill myself \n \nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh\nFuck the world\nYeah Yeah\nFuck 'em all \n \nUntil the sun burns from the sky\nUntil the sun burns so bright this world is no more\nSunburns from the sky...\nAnd all the people are just dust on the ground \n \nOne trillion dollars could buy a heart, a soul\nOne trillion dollars buying nations - all the world\nOne trillion dollars could make the fat lady sing\nOne trillion dollars, what a bullshit useless thing\n \nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nFuck the world, a lot of people gotta die tonight\nWoah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh\nShit loads of money spent will show us wrong from right\nFuck the world\nFuck 'em all1 ",0 +7719,Eddie_Floyd___Knock_On_Wood,happy, "Knock on Wood \nI don\'t wanna lose this good thing\nThat I\'ve got, if I do\nI would surely, surely lose a lot\n\'Cause her love is better than any love I know \n \nIt\'s like thunder, lightnin\'\nThe way you love me is frightenin\'\nI better knock on wood, baby\n \nI\'m not superstitious about you\nBut I can\'t take no chance\nGot me spinnin\', baby, baby, I\'m in a trance\n\'Cause your love is better than any love I know \n \nIt\'s like thunder, lightnin\'\nThe way you love me is frightenin\'\nI better knock on wood, baby \n \n \nNo secret, that woman fills my lovin\' cup\n\'Cause she sees to it that I get enough\nJust one touch from her\nYou know it means so much \n \nIt\'s like thunder, lightnin\'\nThe way you love me is frightenin\'\nI better knock on wood, baby\nI better knock, knock, knock \n \nOh yeah, think I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock 1 ",0 +5802,Converge___Jacobs_Ladder,anger, "Jacob’s Ladder To say that all of those words meant something\nWould be to say that your petty wars killed everything\nAnd I wonder if we ever had one of those moments\nBecause I can\'t count the times\nI tried to cut away the dead, hoping to grow up again\nHow much I tried to kill the smiling boy\nThe burden of falling out of the womb\nHow much not enough I ever gave\nHow much nothing I ever received\nI will solve these dreams before I wake up this time\nThis loss weighs, it will always weigh ",3 +4159,Bread___Everything_I_Own,sad, "Everything I Own \nYou sheltered me from harm\nKept me warm, kept me warm\nYou gave my life to me\nSet me free, set me free \n \nThe finest years I ever knew\nWere all the years I had with you \n \nAnd I would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again\n \nYou taught me how to love\nWhat it\'s of, what it\'s of\nYou never said too much\nBut still you showed the way\nAnd I knew from watching you \n \nNobody else could ever know\nThe part of me that can\'t let go \n \nAnd I would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again \n \nIs there someone you know\nYou\'re loving them so\nBut taking them all for granted?\nYou may lose them one day\nSomeone takes them away\nAnd they don\'t hear the words\nYou long to say\n \nI would give anything I own\nWould give up my life, my heart, my home\nI would give everything I own\nJust to have you back again \n \nJust to touch you once again6 ",1 +2560,Beach_House___Wedding_Bell,sad, "Wedding Bell \nHello you\'re hoping\nTomorrow\'s never sewn\nBut you\'re singing\nThe only words you know\nWould you cry\nIf I lied, told a tale \n \nI chose ya\nYou\'re ringing\nThe only wedding bell\nAnd we\'re swimming\nThe seas we know so\nWell I tried to stay alive\nIn our beds, in our heads\nOh, but your wish is my command\n \nOh, is your heart still mine to sail?\nI\'ve met yours, now meet mine \n \nI chose ya, you\'re ringing\nThe only wedding bell\nAnd we\'re swimming\nThe seas we know so well\nI tried to stay alive\nIn our beds, in our head\nOh, but your wish is my command 4 ",1 +3049,Bikini_Kill___Dont_Need_You,anger, "Don’t Need You \nAh\nUh \n \nDon\'t need you to say we\'re cute\nDon\'t need you to say we\'re alright\nDon\'t need your atti-fucking-tude, boy\nDon\'t need your kiss goodnight \n \nWhoa!\nWe don\'t need you\nWe don\'t need you\nUs girls don\'t need you\n \nDon\'t need you to tell us we\'re good\nDon\'t need you to say we suck\nDon\'t need your protection\nDon\'t need your dick to fuck \n \nWhoa!\nWe don\'t need you\nWe don\'t need you\nUs girls don\'t need you \n \nDoes it scare you\nThat we don\'t need you?\nDoes it scare you, boy\nThat we don\'t need you? \n \nWhoa!\nWe don\'t need you\nWe don\'t need you\nUs whores don\'t need youSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29",3 +7450,Dot_Allison___Colour_Me,calm, "Colour Me Now I\'m sliding, it\'s intriguing\nSo young yet too old to learn\nThat summer is the thirst\nThe river always runs dry first \nYou\'re in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou\'re in heaven \nAs the tides they draw and close\nAnd the seasons turn again\nWill the moon still wax and wane?\nWill you always colour the day?\nYou\'re in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou\'re in heaven \nNow I\'m sliding, it\'s intriguing this is heaven now\nSo young yet too old to learn\nThat summer is the thirst\nThe river always runs dry first \nYou\'re in heaven\nThis is heaven now\nYou\'re in heaven",2 +5737,Colony_5___Symphony_Of_Hope,happy, "Symphony Of Hope I have begun to hold on to hope\nAm I enough to star in the scene she plays\nIn her dreams \nHope is a storm and I am so weak\nI hold on to her, I feel like a freak\nWe fight the winds, love is a kite\nWe hold on to the rope\nWe hold on to hope \nWe walk over mountains\nWe walk over crystal lakes\nA magic moment, we embrace\nCaught inside the fairytale\nThe lovers\' secret place\nFear is a shield and I am afraid\nLove is so strong, it\'s like a grenade\nWe stand our ground, love is an anchor\nWe hold on to the rope\nWe hold on to hope",0 +6804,Death_From_Above_1979___Turn_It_Out,sad, "Turn It Out \nBe there for you\nSomeday soon\nDon\'t hold your breath \n \nI\'m on the move, I\'m on the\nMove \n \nI know you have\nSo much to\nSay to me but\n \nI\'m on the move, I\'m on the\nMove \n \nMove\nMove, move\nOh, we\'ll take the time\nTake the time to turn it out",1 +8873,Fall_Out_Boy___Youre_Crashing__But_Youre_No_Wave,happy, "You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave \nThe D.A. is dressed to the nines\nIn the mirror, he practices all his lines\nTo his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor\nI\'m guessing that he read the morning paper\nThe headline reads The man hangs \nBut the jury doesn\'t \n \nAnd everyone\'s looking for relief\nUnited States versus disbelief\nMothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle\nClear your throat and face the world\nThe verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls\nOnly breathing with the aid of denial\n \nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh \n \nOhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh... \n \nHe glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked\nOn one to six, the gallery is hushed...\nBoys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado\nThe city sleeps in a cell, notwithstanding what we all know\nHang on a rope or bated breath\nWhichever you prefer \n \nAnd everyone\'s looking for relief\nA bidding war for an old flame\'s grief\nThe cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse\nNot a word that could make you comprehend\nToo well dressed for the witness stand\nThe press prays for whichever headline\'s worse \n \nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh\n \nFresh pressed suit and tie, unimpressed birds sing and die\nCan talk my way out of anything\nThe foreman reads the verdict, In the above entitled actions\nWe find the defendant guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty... \n \nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nCase open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket\nBaby boy can\'t lift his headache head, isn\'t it tragic?\nOh-oh \n \nOhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...12 ",0 +2163,Autumnblaze___A_Crow_On_My_Shoulder,sad, "A Crow on My Shoulder You said 'hello\'\nYour amorous voice - sounding dew\nFloating upstairs with a kiss in mind\nYou found me distant \nI was a ghost - invisible boy \nYou said 'it is so cold\'\nAnd you were right all the time\nWe slept in a shivering bed\nTo break at last\nI was a ghost - invisible boy \n \nThere\'s a crow on my shoulder\nAnd a void in my head\nThere\'s a crow on my shoulder\nI can\'t love while I\'m dead \n ",1 +4486,Bryan_Adams___Cloud_Number_Nine,happy, "Cloud Number Nine Clue number one was when you knocked on my door\nClue number two was the look that you wore\nAn\' that\'s when I knew it was a pretty good sign\nThat something was wrong up on cloud number nine \nWell it\'s a long way up\nAnd we won\'t come down tonight\nWell it may be wrong\nBut baby it sure feels right \nAnd the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes gonna be alright\n\'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine\nAnd there ain\'t no place that I\'d rather be\nAnd we can\'t go back but you\'re here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine \nNow he hurt you and you hurt me\nAnd that wasn\'t the way it was supposed to be\nSo baby tonight let\'s leave the world behind\nAnd spend some time up on cloud number nine \nWell it\'s a long way up\nAnd we won\'t come down tonight\nWell it may be wrong\nBut baby it sure feels right\nAll right \nWell the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes is gonna be alright\n\'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine \nAnd there ain\'t no place that I\'d rather be\nAnd we can\'t go back but you\'re here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 Well, we won\'t come down tonight\nYeah, we won\'t come down tonight\nNo, we won\'t come down tonight \n\'Cause the moon is out and the stars are bright\nAnd whatever comes is gonna be alright\n\'Cause tonight you will be mine\nUp on cloud number nine \nAnd there ain\'t no place that I\'d rather be\nAnd we can\'t go back but you\'re here with me\nYeah, the weather is really fine\nUp on cloud number nine\nYeah, we can watch the world go by\nUp on cloud number nine ",0 +4595,Butch_Walker___My_Way,happy, "My Way So you grew up in a town where everybody\'s all the same\nLike a city full of zombies going by the same name\nSaying eat this, wear that, think ya know just where it\'s at\nWhen everybody\'s just alike, now tell me how you deal with that? \nThis much is true, so here\'s a finger let me say it \nThere\'s the right way, then there\'s my way\nThere\'s a highway, if you don\'t like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don\'t hear a word you say\nI\'ll be my way, if you don\'t like it you can take it\nYou got the ultimate song, but you\'re fuckin\' up the words\nAnd you\'re fallin\' from the bridge that goes straight into the verse\nThey\'re saying do this, do that, tell ya how to wear your hat\nIf everyone was just alike, I don\'t think I could deal with that! \nThis much is true, so can you hear me as I\'m saying \nThere\'s the right way, then there\'s my way\nThere\'s a highway, if you don\'t like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don\'t hear a word you say\nI\'ll be my way, if you don\'t like it you can take it \nI don\'t want to, be the one who\nDoes everything like I\'m told to\n4x \nThere\'s the right way, then there\'s my way\nThere\'s a highway, if you don\'t like it you can take it\nSo just talk away, I don\'t hear a word you say\nI\'ll be my way, if you don\'t like it you can take it",0 +4896,Carpenters___Hurting_Each_Other,sad, "Hurting Each Other \nNo one in the world\nEver had a love as sweet as my love\nFor nowhere in the world\nCould there be a boy as true as you, love \n \nAll my love I give gladly to you\nAll your love you give gladly to me\nTell me why then, oh why should it be that\n \nWe go on hurting each other\nWe go on hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nHurting each other\nWithout ever knowing why \n \nCloser than the leaves\nOn a weeping willow, baby, we are\nCloser, dear, are we\nThan the simple letters A and B are \n \nAll my life I could love only you\nAll your life you could love only me\nTell me why then, oh why should it be that \n \nWe go on hurting each other\nWe go on hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nHurting each other\nWithout ever knowing why \n \nCan\'t we stop hurting each other?\nGot to stop hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nBreaking each other\'s heart\nTearing each other apart\nCan\'t we stop hurting each other?\nGot to stop hurting each other\nMaking each other cry\nBreaking each other\'s heart\nTearing each other apart\n \nCan\'t we stop hurting each other?... fade1 ",1 +3638,Blue_October___The_End,sad, "The End Here alone, standing barefoot in our lawn\nWorms squeezing their way through my toes\nTonight that\'s how it goes\nI\'m at your window kneeling quiet\nI thought at least I\'d maybe try to get your head right your heart right\n Let him go! \nThen through the glass I see your dress fall to the floor as he embraces every inch of you\nThe woman I adore\nI can\'t believe the way you\'re bending\nCan\'t believe this neverending moaning asking him for more\nBegging him for more\nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n Come home \nI have to fix this on my own\nReplace my heart\nCause I\'m convinced mine broke the day I let us end\nReplace my heart\nI don\'t wanna live by coping, I\'m done with hoping.....end \nI creeped in close enough to see the way he touched her\nFrom her feet across her knees, inside her sweetest spot\nHe pleased and pleased her\nI turned around and tried to take control, but no control was capable\nIt was a centerfold of how less than low can possibly go \nI squeezed the life into my brain\nLike pushing knives into a vein\nI\'ve gotta get, I said I\'ve gotta get inside\nSo to the back window I crawl in silent\nStanding in the darkness of my living room\nThis used to be my home \nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n Come home \nI\'m moving forward to the bedroom door\nReplace my heart\nCause I\'m convinced mine broke the day I let us end\nReplace my heart\nI don\'t wanna live by coping, I\'m done with hoping...end\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow enough to sneak into the room among the corner darkness gloom\nI had to see this happening\nHe pushed himself so deep inside her clapping rang and bounced off every wooden walled room\nAnd that\'s when all went silent blank except for the color red\nAs I walked calmly numbing paralyzed beside the bed\nI said I know I\'m not allowed to be here. I just had to see how good your new man really fucks you. Cause you both been fucking me. \n So now I planned the last thing you can both do as a pair\nI tie both blindfolds tight around your fucking eyes to blind your stare\nI don\'t want to alarm you, but I figured we could end this in what seems easy quick and painless\nMan, so I\'ll get down to business\nI choose you first, there\'s a gun, it\'s at your head\nSo laugh at me one more time but keep your face inside the bed\nYou sit and watch me while I do this shit and learn from what I\'ve said. \nI cocked the pistol pulled the trigger, and all I saw was red \nHow far will I go to make it feel right?\n Come home \nI have to fix this on my own \nThen the screaming oh the screaming\nIt\'s nice to see you scared\nOf such a weak and stupid husband\nWho knows you never really cared\nI\'ll leave you with a question that I need to hear from your head\nWas all this worth it knowing you have just seconds left to live?\nNow think about your answer, as you lay face down on the bed\nI cocked the pistol pulled the trigger and all I saw was red\nI gently stroke her arm as she lies lifeless on her back\nThen placed the barrel in my mouth\nAll I saw was black1 ",1 +4815,Carbon_Based_Lifeforms___Abiogenesis,anger, "Abiogenesis Wake up\nN equals r, f-p\nWake up\nF, l, wake up \nN equals r, f-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, f-c, l, wake up\nN equals r, f-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, f-c, l, wake up \nN equals R\nF-p, n-e, f-l, f-i, n-c, l ",3 +4243,Brian_Mcfadden___Irish_Son,sad, "Irish Son I was born in the heart of Dublin\nTo a holy book full of rules\nMade it go on our knees every Sunday with the other fools \nWe were walked by the Christian Brothers\nIn the cell blocks at our schools\nGet a handprint on your skin\nFrom a claw of jewels \nGo hit me now\nThat I\'m twice your size\nWe brushed off the accusations\nAnd bowed before your lies\nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I\'m old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI\'ve seen so much that has changed me\nSo just break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCause this Irish son has moved with the times \nWeddings deaths,and baptising children\nThat\'s my debt paid to the church\nI don\'t need that kind of salvation\nWhen I get hurt \nDon\'t fill my head with sermons\nAnd force me to believe \nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I\'m old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI\'ve seen so much that has changed me\nSo just break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCause this Irish son has moved with the times\n Our father who art in heaven\nCome down here and make your presence known\nWe can\'t do it on our own\nThe lunatics have run the asylum\nHow can we find peace inside your home\nWhen you can\'t trust your own \nThis is the city that raised me\nWith the religion they gave me\nNow I\'m old enough to know my own mind\nBut it was leaving that saved me\nI\'ve seen so much that has changed me\nJust break with your past\nFeed your own mind\nCos\' this Irish son has moved with the times\nYes this Irish son has moved with the times ",1 +6906,Derek__The_Dominos___Its_Too_Late,sad, "It’s Too Late It\'s too late, she\'s gone\nIt\'s too late, my baby\'s gone\nWish I had told her she was my only one\nIt\'s too late, she\'s gone \nIt\'s a woman that cries\nSo I guess I\'ve gotta dry my eyes\nYes, I will miss her more than anyone\nIt\'s too late, she\'s gone \nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, yes she\'s gone she\'s gone\nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, my baby\'s gone she\'s gone\nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, yes she\'s gone she\'s gone\nWhere can my baby be?\nAnd I wonder does she know\nWhen she left me, it hurt me so\nI need your love babe, please don\'t make me wait\nTell me it\'s not too late \nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, yes she\'s gone she\'s gone\nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, my baby\'s gone yeah she\'s gone\nShe\'s gone she\'s gone, ooh yeah she\'s gone she\'s gone\nWhere can my baby be? \nAnd I wonder does she know\nWhen she left me, it hurt me so\nI need your love babe, please don\'t make me wait\nTell me it\'s not too late",1 +4979,Cat_Power___Wild_is_the_Wind,sad, "Wild Is the Wind Love me, love me, say you do\nLet me fly away with you \nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind \nGive me more than one caress\nSatisfy this hungriness \nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind\nYou touch me\nI hear the sound of mandolins, baby \nYou kiss me\nWith your kiss, my life begins \nLike a leaf clings to a tree\nBaby, please cling to me \nWe are creatures of the wind\nWild is the wind \nYou touch me\nI hear the sound of mandolins \nAnd you kiss me\nWith your kiss, my life begins \nLove me, love me, say you do\nLet me fly away with you 1 ",1 +8864,Fall_Out_Boy___I_Slept_With_Someone_In_Fall_Out_Boy_And_All_I_Got_Was_This_Stupid_Song_Written_About_Me,anger, "I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me \nI found the cure to growing older\nAnd you\'re the only place that feels like home\nJust so you know, you\'ll never know, and some secrets weren\'t meant to be told\nBut I found the cure to growing older \n \nI\'m the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends\nAnd I am sorry my conscience called in sick again\nAnd I\'ve got arrogance down to a science\nOh, and I\'m the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends now\n \nDouse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up, no \n \nFind a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips\nI\'m sending your fingernails and empty bottles you\'ve sipped\nBack to your family 'cause I know you will be missed\nSo you can find a safe place \n \nBrace yourself, they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone\nBut, for what we\'ve become, we just feel more alone\nAlways weigh what I\'ve got against what I left\nSo, progress report: I am missing you to death \n \nDouse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up, no\n [Bridge: Chad Gilbert, Patrick Stump]\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, feeling borrowed, always blue\nSomeone old, no one new, always borrowed, always blue\nI\'ve found the cure to growing older\nI\'ve found the cure to growing older \n \nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, you can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up\nSo douse yourself in cheap perfume\nIt\'s so fitting, so fitting of the\nWay you are, can\'t cover it up\nCan\'t cover it up!19 ",3 +7066,Diana_Krall___Ill_String_Along_With_You,happy, "I’ll String Along With You You may not be an angel\nCause angels are so few\nBut until the day that one comes along\nI\'ll string along with you \nI looking for an angel\nTo sing my love song to\nAnd until the day that one comes along\nI\'ll sing my song to you \nFor every little fault that you have\nSay I\'ve got three or four\nThe human little faults you do have\nJust make me love you more\nYou may not be an angel\nBut still I\'m sure you\'ll do\nSo until the day that one comes along\nI\'ll string along with youSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",0 +5607,Cobra_Starship___Its_Warmer_In_The_Basement,happy, "It’s Warmer In The Basement \nYou can\'t escape now\nI\'ve got you locked inside this room\nYou know I tip good\nAnd soon, you will love me too \nDon\'t be upset now\nYou know that I get angry too\nDon\'t make me hurt you \n \nIt\'s true\nNo one hears you in this room\nNo one hears you in this room\n \nThis is what you get\nWhen you\'re talking back baby\nI never bounce a check\nSo give it up, baby\nOpen up your eyes\nI want to watch you cry\nCome on, come on\nThe camera\'s on \n \nNow I\'m a changed man\nBut as a boy I was so true\nThe world can\'t protect you\nIt\'s true\nNot like money will\nYou want some bread now?\nJust promise me\nYou\'ll never make me believe you \n \nIt\'s true\nNo one hears you in this room\nNo one hears you in this room \n \nThis is what you get\nWhen you\'re talking back baby\nI never bounce a check\nSo give it up, baby\nOpen up your eyes\nI want to watch you cry\nCome on, come on\nThe camera\'s on",0 +5358,Chris_Rea___I_Can_Hear_Your_Heartbeat,happy, "I Can Hear Your Heartbeat In the silence of the side street\nIn the whisper of the night\nFrom the darkness of the empty hours\nTo the early morning light \nFrom the hustle down on Main Street\nWith all its lights so bright\nTo the trucker on the highway\nPressing through the night \nI can hear your heartbeat\nI can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\nI\'m in a European disco\nAnd it\'s thumping up the beat\nThere\'s a jukebox in a café\nWhere the younger ones can meet \nWe got freezing Coca-Cola\nWe got anything you want\nI\'m moving on that back beat\nGirl, but it\'s you that sings the song \n\'Cause I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me \nAnd I\'m sailing on your wind song\nOh, I can feel the summer breeze\nYou\'ve got me walking on my tiptoes\nYou\'ve got me standing on my knees \nFrom the mills way down in Pittsburgh\nTo the clubs of gay Paris\nAh, no matter where I roam, girl\nYou can always get to me \n\'Cause I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me\n Oh, I can hear your heartbeat\nYeah, I hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me \nYeah, I can hear your heartbeat\nOh, I hear your heartbeat\nGirl, the sound of you is so sweet\nTo me ",0 +2273,Aztec_Camera___Jump,sad, "Jump \nI get up, and nothing gets me down\nYou got it tough, I\'ve seen the toughest around\nAnd I know, baby, just how you feel\nYou\'ve got to roll with the punches to get to what\'s real \n \nWhy can\'t you see me standing here?\nI\'ve got my back against the record machine\nI ain\'t the worst that you\'ve seen\nOh don\'t you see what I mean?\n \nAh, you might as well jump\nWell, you might as well jump\nGo ahead \n \nHow old are you? Who said that?\nBaby, how you been?\nYou say you don\'t know\nYou won\'t know until we begin \n \nBut can\'t you see me standing here?\nI\'ve got my back against the record machine\nI ain\'t the worst that you\'ve seen\nAh, don\'t you know what I mean? \n \nAh, you might as well jump\nWell, you might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nYou might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nWell you might as well jump\nWell you might as well jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump\nGo ahead and jump",1 +5282,China_Crisis___Christian,calm, "Christian This is emotion\nEmotion less war\nA torn shirt and a long dead cause\nI can\'t sleep\nThis kind of thing gets me down\nDon\'t say walk\nI may lose my fear \nI could lose myself\nIn this honesty\nI read all sorts of things\nThere\'s so much to learn\nI\'ve seen the hand that rushes in\nAs it rush over you \nI could lose myself\nIn this honesty\nChristian",2 +452,After_Forever___Equally_Destructive,happy, "Equally Destructive Ground is shaking\nWaves are breaking\nThe wind has lost control \nThe air is shifting\nWhile its lifting force fools gravity \nA huge eruption\nVast explosions as it bursts the earth \nWater\'s pounding\nWaves are sounding deadly and extreme\nBut we are equally destructive \nEqually destructive as we are\nDon\'t you think we\'ve also gone too far?\nWe are just a part of this machine and its endless stream \nAlarming silence\nPredicts the violence that is yet to come \nWe are senseless\nProud while blindness is catching up with us \nWe must measure\nWhile the pressure of nature\'s force expands \nWe feel minor\nPunished and meager\nBetrayed by all our gods \nWe are a part of it\nWe are equally destructive \nEqually destructive as we are\nDon\'t you think we\'ve also gone too far?\nWe are just a part of this machine and its endless stream",0 +1504,Anouk___Girl,happy, "Girl \nGirl, girl, girl, when I hear him talk\nOoh, my mind gets blocked, girl\nSpeak up 'cause my jaw is locked\nWhich is good, good for me, girl\nIt hides like a warning sign\nBut I\'m too blind to see \n \nSpeak up, yes, I\'m coming down\nWith an ice cold fever\nIce cold fever, ice cold fever\nStill got my hands, they\'re clinging\nSo I just keep going\n \nI don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo, I don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong? \n \nGirl, girl, girl, get it while it\'s hot they say\nYou see I\'m burning up here\nI want to but I just can\'t stop\nAnd it hurts, it hurts like hell, girl\nYou turn me inside out and upside down \n \nOoh, you got me head over heels, I\'m stuck\nYes, I\'m coming down with an ice cold fever\nIce cold fever, ice cold fever, aha\nStill got my hands, they\'re clinging\nSo I just keep going \n \nI don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo I don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong?\nCould I belong?\n \nStill got my hands, they\'re clinging\nSo I just keep going \n \nI don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong to you?\nNo, I don\'t know where I belong\nCould I belong?\nOh, girl, could I belong\nTo you, you, you?\nTo you, yeah you\nTo you, you, you\nTo you, yeah, you\nTo you, you, you\nYeah, I belong to you\nSay you, yeah, you\nCould I belong to you?\nAlright, hey, hey, hey\nOh, good ",0 +1937,Ashlee_Simpson___Beautifully_Broken,anger, "Beautifully Broken \nIt seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky\nIt seems like yesterday, I didn\'t know how hard I could cry\nIt feels like tomorrow, I may not get by\nBut I will try, I will try\nWipe the tears from my eyes \n \nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t mind if you know it\nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t care if I show it\n \nEvery day is a new day, I\'m reminded of my past\nEvery time there\'s another storm, I know that it won\'t last\nEvery moment I\'m filled with hope\n\'Cause I get another chance\nBut I will try, I will try\nGot nothin\' left to hide \n \nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t mind if you know it\nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t care if I show it \n \nWithout the highs and the lows\nWhere will we go?\nWhere will we go? \n \n \nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t mind if you know it\nI\'m beautifully broken and I don\'t care if I show it\nI\'m, I am beautifully broken\nI am beautifully broken\nI\'m, beautifully broken and I don\'t care if I show it 1 ",3 +5848,Corpus_Delicti___Treasures,sad, "Treasures An empty square of broken lies\nThis empty room looks like a black meadow\nI\'ll please yourself before I die\nBefore I leave this ghetto\nTake off your clothes and just relax\nYour legs wide open to my glory\nI don\'t wanna miss this tempting dive\nYour sex is mine and mellow\nShe\'s fresh, she\'s fresh\nI will, I will, I will, I will!\nMy hands are dancing on her body\nLike snakes they want to taste it all\nAnd a voice says No , and a voice says Go \nThe second wears the halo\nShe\'s fresh, she\'s fresh\nI will, I will, I will, I will!\nOh! Lord, I thank you Lord\nFor the flesh revelation\nI move as deep as I can go\nPleasure never ends, only treasure flows\nNow I know I won\'t damn you\nNo I won\'t damn you\nNo I won\'t damn you... ",1 +4,And_Oceans___The_Black_Vagabond_And_The_Swan_Of_Two_Heads,sad, "The Black Vagabond And The Swan Of Two Heads Still the fields are in motion\nNot as pictures but as time\nHunting the white plague\nIn the absence of my body \nI watch myself drown\nIn the blue aura\nOf mine and I see\nThe swans leave the pond \nBut still the words circle\nAround my head like flies\nThe gnashing marble teeth\nWere disturbing my slumber\nAnd there I was in the middle\nOf a game called chess\nBut my vagabond initiated the process \nYet the fields are in motion\nNot as time but as clouds\nFalling as silver rain\nAnd washing away the heavy blood \nThe gnashing marble teeth\nWere disturbing my slumber\nAnd there I was in the middle\nOf a game called chess\nBut my vagabond initiated the process ",1 +8126,Elton_John___Sad_Songs_Say_So_Much,calm, "Sad Songs Say So Much \nGuess there are times when we all need to share a little pain\nAnd ironin\' out the rough spots\nIs the hardest part when memories remain\nAnd it\'s times like these when we all need to hear the radio\n\'Cause from the lips of some old singer\nWe can share the troubles we already know \n \nTurn 'em on, turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don\'t you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh\nSad songs say so much\n \nIf someone else is sufferin\' enough, oh, to write it down\nWhen every single word makes sense\nThen it\'s easier to have those songs around\nThe kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you\nAnd it feels so good to hurt so bad\nAnd suffer just enough to sing the blues \n \nSo turn 'em on, turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don\'t you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh...\nYou know sad songs say so much \n \nSad songs, they say\nSad songs, they say\nSad songs, they say ah...\nSad songs, they say so much \n \nSo turn 'em on turn 'em on, oh, turn 'em on turn 'em on\nTurn on those sad songs sad songs\nWhen all hope is gone ah...\nWhy don\'t you tune in and turn them on?\nThey reach into your room, oh\nJust feel their gentle touch gentle touch\nWhen all hope is gone ooh...\nYou know sad songs say so much\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 \nWhen all hope is gone\nYou know sad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen all hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen every little bit of hope is gone\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la\nWhen everything you do is goin\' wrong\nSad songs say so much ooh, la, la-la, ooh, la, la-la4 ",2 +8798,Faith_Hill___Let_Me_Let_Go_Remastered_Album_Version,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +9311,Fontane_Sisters___Hearts_Of_Stone,happy, "Hearts of Stone Hearts made of stone\nWill never break\nFor the love you have for them\nThey just won\'t take\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nYes, hearts of stone\nWill cause you pain\nAlthough you love them\nThey\'ll stop you just the same\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nBut they\'ll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no\nEverybody knows\nI thought you knew\nHearts made of stone\nYes, hearts of stone\nWill cause you pain\nAlthough you love them\nThey\'ll stop you just the same\nYou can ask them please\nPlease please please break\nAnd all of your love\nIs there to take\nBut they\'ll say no no no no no no no no no no no no no\nEverybody knows\nI thought you knew\nHearts made of stone",0 +3348,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Gospel_Song,calm, "Gospel Song I will walk with Jesus 'til I can\'t go anymore\nAnd I will stay with Jesus 'til I can\'t go another mile\nAnd people will see all the good that\'s concealed\nAnd people must know not to feel any sorrow\n\'Cause I will not stand by and watch you cry \nI will stay with Jesus 'til I can\'t stay anymore\nAnd I will stand with Jesus 'til I can\'t take another stone\nAnd people will see all the good that\'s concealed\nAnd people will know not to feel any sorrow\n\'Cause I will not stand by and watch you cry",2 +1782,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Need_To_Shout,happy, "Need to Shout There\'s a sword in your side\nThat you\'ll ignore until blood shows\nAnd later on, when it\'s gone\nWhen something\'s wrong\nThe violence grows and it\'s designed\nTo spy and try to poke your eyes\nWhile laying low \nBeneath the seven different reasons for satellites\nEleven different reasons for fists in fights\nThere\'s never been a reason for\nShouting when it\'s quiet\nBut no-one\'s ever listening\nSeven different reasons for satellites\nEleven different reasons for fists in fights\nThere\'s never been a reason for\nShouting when it\'s quiet\nBut no-one\'s ever listening \nWhen you need to shout\nNo-one\'s ever listening\nWhen you need to shout\nNo-one\'s ever listening \nAnd don\'t go dragging your name\nThrough the mud and the rain\nWhen it dries I know some dust that\nWants to get in your eyes \nPut a stethoscope on\nYou\'ll notice the beat is gone\nAll that\'s left is hesitations\nFrom your previous life \nDon\'t go dragging your name\nThrough the mud and the rain\nWhen it dries I know some dust that\nWants to get in your eyes\n Put a stethoscope on\nYou\'ll notice the beat is gone\nAll that\'s left is hesitations\nFrom your previous life ",0 +4719,Calvin_Harris___Limits,sad, "Limits \nAnd it starts with the beat of a drum, far away\nI took a chance with your mind, I\'ve come to play\nI get the buzz from your girl, I buzz away\nIn my car, in my house and my babe today\nI never wanted to stand the loving game\nI write your name on my hand to fan the flame\nI\'m lookin\' twice at you, girl, we\'re not the same\nAnd if we fight, you\'re the one to blame \n \nBut now suddenly, I don\'t find the time to see you\nBecome close to me, and then act like I don\'t know you\nIt\'s not good for me, I can\'t find the time to see you\nBecome close to me, and then act like I don\'t know you\n \nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends \n \nAnd it starts with the beat of a drum, far away\nI took a chance with your mind, I\'ve come to play\nI get the buzz from your girl, I buzz away\nIn my car, in my house and my babe today\nI never wanted to stand the loving game\nI write your name on my hand to fan the flame\nI\'m lookin\' twice at you, girl, we\'re not the same\nAnd if we fight, you\'re the one to blame \n \nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nKeep spending limits of my life\nTrying to keep up with my friends\nTrying to keep up with my friendsSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263",1 +5312,Chris_Cornell___Moonchild,calm, "Moonchild \nOpen your arms to the lonely shine\nLonesome as gold in the poor man\'s smile\nSee how the moon is full\nFollow the push and pull\nFollow the ebb and flow in the breathing tide \n \nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild\n \nCat on the road down in the living night\nSee how the black dog grins in the diamond light\nWe\'re dreaming and we\'re real\nWe\'re broken and we\'re healed\nGive in to what you feel over what you see \n \nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild \n \nCome on, moonflower\nYou\'re so far away from now\nYou could bloom forever in the hour \n \nAnd when if is only yes and no \nIt now becomes too soon\nI know\nYou\'ll be alright\nIf you\'d only\nCome away in the moon\nYeah\nCome away in the moon\nIn the blue shine\n \nCome on, Moonchild\nYou\'re so far away tonight\nThe door is falling open and we\'re flying wild \n \nCome on, moonflower\nYou\'re so far away from now\nYou could bloom forever in the hour \n \nYou could bloom forever in the hour ",2 +7705,Ed_Harcourt___Braille,calm, "Braille Fingertips are all I have\nHave you heard the sea?\nThe water\'s edge is all I have\nHave you heard it breathe?\nAn endless sigh I cannot hear\nHere I cease to run\nArid mouth so hard to speak\nSpeak? Cat got my tongue\nDescribe to me how I look\nLook what I\'ve become\nDescribe to me how I look\nI\'m not scared of dying\nI\'m not scared of death\nI\'ll keep a smile 'til my last breath\nI\'ve loved 'til I\'ve lost\nI\'ve lived how I felt\nOne day I will find peace within myself \nBoyish grin, it bears me well\nWhere can I begin?\nDon\'t forget I\'m still around\nHow the wind feels free\nBehind the smile I fade away\nThe wayward days are gone\nI love this power\nI love this power\nI love this power that\'s crushed so easily\nI love this power \nI\'m not scared of dying\nI\'m not scared of death\nI\'ll keep a smile 'til my last breath\nI\'ve loved 'til I\'ve lost\nI\'ve lived how I felt\nOne day I will find peace within myself \nI want to take all the sadness\nOf the world from your shoulders\nI want to take all the sadness\nOf the world from your shoulders\nI want to take all the sadness",2 +1076,Amon_Amarth___Under_The_Northern_Star,sad, "Under the Northern Star The icy winter is creeping near\nDark skies above us\nBiting frost is in the air\nDarkness surrounds us \nThe cold, piercing autumn breeze\nFills the longship sail\nSoon the lakes and seas will freeze\nAnd snow will lay its veil \nMany years we have been away\nMany oceans we have roamed\nNow the North star guides us on our way\nAs we are headed home\nThe many hardships we\'ve endured\nHave brought us rich rewards\nNow the North star guides us home\nWith cargo full of gold \nMany friends died on the way\nOnly few of us survived\nBut I would gladly take their place\nIn Odin\'s hall up high \nThe icy winter is creeping near\nDark skies above us\nBiting frost is in the air\nDarkness surrounds us \nSoon the lakes and seas will freeze\nSnow will lay its veil\nAnd we will long for the summer breeze\nWhen we can set our sails",1 +6042,Cry_Cry_Cry___The_Kid,calm, "The Kid I\'m the kid who ran away with the circus\nNow I\'m watering elephants\nBut I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust\nDreaming I\'m in a suit of light\nLate at night in the empty big top I\'m\nAll alone on the high wire\nLook, he\'s working without a net this time\nHe\'s a real death-defier \nI\'m the kid who always looked out the window\nFailing test in geography\nBut I\'ve seen things far beyond just the schoolyard\nDistant shores of exotic lands\nThere, the spires of the Turkish Empire\nIt\'s six months since we made landfall\nRiding low with the spice of India\nThrough Gibraltar, we\'re rich men all\nI\'m the kid who thought someday we\'d be lovers\nAlways held out that time would tell\nBut time was talking, I guess I just wasn\'t listening\nNo surprise if you know me well\nAnd as we\'re walking toward the train station\nThere\'s a whispering rainfall\n\'Cross the boulevard you slip your hand in mine\nIn the distance the train calls \nI\'m the kid who has this habit of dreaming\nSometimes gets me in trouble too\nBut the truth is I could no more stop dreaming\nThan I could make them all come true",2 +7888,Elbow___Great_Expectations,sad, "Great Expectations And if it rains all day\nCall on you, I\'ll call on you\nLike I used to \nSlide down beside and wrap you in stories\nTailored entirely for you\nI\'ll remind you \nWe exchanged a vow\nI love you, I always will\nOoh\nA call girl with yesterday eyes\nWas our witness and priest\nStockport Supporters\' Club kindly supplied us a choir\nYour vow was your smile\nAs we move down the aisle\nOf the last bus home\nAnd this is where I go\nJust when it rains \nBlinking and stoned\nRain in your hair\nYou only smoke\n\'Cause it\'s something to share \nSinging, Bring on the night\nTo have and to hold\nThe sodium light turning silver to gold. \nSpitfire thin and strung like a violin, I was\nYours was the face with a grace from a different age\nBut you were the sun in my Sunday morning\nYou were the sun in my Sunday morning \nTelling me never to go\nSo I\'ll live on the smile\nAnd move down the aisle\nOf the last bus home\n And if you\'re running late\nThis is where I\'ll go\nKnow I\'ll always wait1 ",1 +1739,Arcade_Fire___Headlights_Look_Like_Diamonds,happy, "Headlights Look Like Diamonds \nThe red lights mean you\'re leaving\nThe white ones mean returning\nTell me how this story ends\nAnd I\'ll keep them fires burning \n \nThe headlights look like diamonds\nThe taillights burn like coals\nTell me how this story ends\nBefore the fires go cold\n \nThe countryside\'s deserted\nThere\'s no one on the farms\nThe suburbs all are sleeping\nThe earthquakes set off car alarms \n \nAll after all now we aware\nAll after all the time we share\nThere\'s so much fears of world\nHopes of world, tears of worldSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205",0 +5638,Coheed_and_Cambria___Time_Consumer,sad, "Time Consumer \nThe young stale memories of, play the role to your part\nLibrarian, find me the pole, the one that kicks your head in\nTo my own time, roll your own innocence by\nGrab on to my sleeve, the one that grabs at your ankle \nDebate to understand that we all have a flaw\nThen fail to represent your life as you know it\nGod grant you one wish, to turn back the time\nCorrect and create, making sense of...\n \nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by law, when you\'ll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by Lord, when you\'ll be forgiven \n \nSo they pulled your confidence down\nWith those verbal discrepancies\nNow and then, you\'ll gain what they\'ve lost\nThrough a challenge of unpronounced \nPain is only a pulse\nIf you just stop feeling it\nYou might be able to use\nThe very things that makes us up \n \nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by Lord, when you\'ll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know my Lord \n \nWait now, here, when will you believe me?\nI\'m merely asking you to help me, when did I say to murder?\nWait now, here, please hear me out\nTime consumer, time consuming, consume me\nDown and out, now\n \nMe and my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know by law, when you\'ll be forgiven\nMaria my star, Matthew, goodnight\nYou know my Lord, when you\'ll be forgiven \nYou know, goodnight\nAnd I\'ll promise you that\nYou know, goodnight\nAnd I\'ll promise you that ",1 +6520,Dashboard_Confessional___Rooftops_And_Invitations,happy, "Rooftops and Invitations \nThe first time you looked\nAt her curves you were hooked\nAnd the glances you took, took hold of you\nAnd demanded that you stay \nAnd sunk in their teeth\nBit you hard and released\nSuch a charge that you need\nAnother touch, another taste, another fix\n \nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you when she gets you any closer \n \nAnd she leads you up\nPoints out skylines and stars\nSteeplechases and bars and took your keys\nAnd demanded that you stay \nThe city longs well for rooftops and invitations\nAll lace and secret places\nShe moves you to touch with her hands \n \nAnd she just might get you lost\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nShe just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you when she gets you any closer \n \nUnder the cool sheet where the welcomed touch\nOf skin and skin will meet\nHot on the inside, where the girl\'s prize\nIs at the tip of your tongue\nWhere every move and each impulse\nBrings clarity\nTo stay like this is everything\nYou\'ll ever need\n \nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you any closer \nShe just might get you lost\nShe just might get you lost\nAnd she just might leave you torn\nShe just might leave you torn \nBut she just might save your soul\nIf she gets you any closer\nIf she gets you any closer \nCan you believe your eyes? ",0 +5214,Chesney_Hawkes___The_One_And_Only,happy, "The One and Only I am the one and only, oh yeah \nCall me, call me by my name or call me by number\nYou put me through it\nI\'ll still be doing it the way I do it\nAnd yet, you try to make me forget\nWho I really am, don\'t tell me I know best\nI\'m not the same as all the rest \nI am the one and only\nNobody I\'d rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can\'t take that away from me\nI\'ve been a player in the crowd scene\nA flicker on the big screen\nMy soul embraces one more in a million faces\nHigh hopes and aspirations, and years above my station\nMaybe but all this time I\'ve tried to walk with dignity and pride \nI am the one and only\nNobody I\'d rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can\'t take that away from me \nI can\'t wear this uniform without some compromises\nBecause you\'ll find out that we come\nIn different shapes and sizes\nNo one can be myself like I can\nFor this job I\'m the best man\nAnd while this may be true\nYou are the one and only you \nI am the one and only\nNobody I\'d rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can\'t take that away from me \nI am the one and only\nNobody I\'d rather be\nI am the one and only\nYou can\'t take that away from me",0 +3859,Bon_Jovi___Something_To_Believe_In,sad, "Something To Believe In \nI lost all faith in my God, in his religion too\nI told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new\nI lost all trust in my friends\nI watched my heart turn to stone\nI thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone \n \nTonight I\'ll dust myself off\nTonight I\'ll suck my gut in\nI\'ll face the night and I\'ll pretend\nI got something to believe in\n \nAnd I had lost touch with reason\nI watched life criticize the truth\nBeen waiting for a miracle\nI know you have too \n \nThough I know I won\'t win\nI\'ll take this one on the chin\nWe\'ll raise a toast and I\'ll pretend\nI got something to believe in \n \nIf I don\'t believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope\nIf I don\'t believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope\nIf there\'s nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin\nIn a world that gives you nothing\nWe need something to believe in ",1 +9036,Filter___Stuck_In_Here,sad, "Stuck In Here \nOnce again, I\'m stuck in here\nOnce again, I\'m in low gear\nOnce again, I have a fear\nOnce again, I\'m stuck in here \n \nHey, just close the door\nThink back and just ignore\nHey, just close your eyes\nThink back and realize\n \nOh no, I\'m stuck in here\nOh no, still stuck in here \n \nWhat makes you think that it\'s okay?\nDon\'t start it off, don\'t relate\nTake the job but not the pay\nForget the hours but not the day \n \nHey, just close your eyes\nThink back and realize\nHey, just close the door\nBack up and just ignore \n \nOh no, I\'m stuck in here\nOh no, still stuck in here 1 ",1 +7745,Edge_Of_Sanity___Covenant_Of_Souls,sad, "Covenant of Souls I One quiet night the lady traveled out beyond the monastery\nHer quest was one of urgency and human preservation\nShe traveled with companions to reach the ruined city\nWhere lay the means to save her kind, a path to their salvation\nWhen there they searched for evidence of where the Queen once slept\nAnd came upon a gateway, which was tightly closed and barred\nA stark inscription warned them of the risk of their next step\nBut choices were no more; they had already come too far ",1 +6883,Depeche_Mode___Enjoy_The_Silence,sad, "Enjoy the Silence \nWords like violence break the silence\nCome crashing in into my little world\nPainful to me, pierce right through me\nCan\'t you understand? Oh, my little girl \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n \n \nVows are spoken to be broken\nFeelings are intense, words are trivial\nPleasures remain, so does the pain\nWords are meaningless and forgettable \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm \n \n \nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\nAll I ever wanted\nAll I ever needed is here in my arms\nWords are very unnecessary\nThey can only do harm\n \n \nEnjoy the silence58 ",1 +3225,Björk___Its_Not_Up_to_You,sad, "TranslationsPortuguêsIt’s Not Up to You \nI wake up and the day feels broken\nI tilt my head, I\'m trying to get an angle\n\'Cause the evening I\'ve always longed for\nIt could still happen \n \nHow do I master the perfect day?\nSix glasses of water\nSeven phone calls\nIf you leave it alone, it might just happen\nAnyway\n \nIt\'s not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you \n \nIf you wake up and the day feels a-broken\nJust lean into the crack Just lean into the crack\nAnd it will tremble ever so nicely\nNotice how it sparkles down there \n \nI can decide what I give\nBut it\'s not up to me\nWhat I get given\nUnthinkable surprises about to happen\nBut what they are \n \nIt\'s not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, no, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, oh, me, share\nIt\'s not up to you\nIt\'s not up to you, oh, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you, well, it never really was\nIt\'s not up to you\nIt\'s not up to you\nIt\'s not up to you\nIt\'s not up to you\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nThere\'s too much clinging to peak\nThere\'s too much pressure7 ",1 +4683,Cake___Short_SkirtLong_Jacket,happy, "Short Skirt/Long Jacket \nI want a girl with a mind like a diamond\nI want a girl who knows what\'s best\nI want a girl with shoes that cut\nAnd eyes that burn like cigarettes\nI want a girl with the right allocations\nWho\'s fast and thorough and sharp as a tack\nShe\'s playing with her jewelry, she\'s putting up her hair\nShe\'s touring the facility and picking up slack \n \nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket\n \nI want a girl who gets up early Gets up early\nI want a girl who stays up late Stays up late\nI want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity Uninterrupted\nWho uses a machete to cut through red tape\nWith fingernails that shine like justice\nAnd a voice that is dark like tinted glass\nShe is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack\nShe is touring the facility and picking up slack \n \nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket \n \nI want a girl with a smooth liquidation Smooth liquidation\nI want a girl with good dividends Good dividends\nAt Citibank we will meet accidentally Meet accidentally\nWe\'ll start to talk when she borrows my pen\nShe wants a car with a cupholder armrest\nShe wants a car that will get her there\nShe\'s changing her name from Kitty to Karen\nShe\'s trading her MG for a white Chrysler Le Baron \n \nI want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket 15 ",0 +6043,Cryptopsy___Soar_And_Envision_Sore_Vision,sad, "Soar and Envision Sore Vision Savagely beguiled of courage\nNot equipped for determination\nNeeded for your journey\nNot sure if you were\nThrown in or shit out\nThe way you see it is the way it is \nMaybe not the way it\'s supposed to be\nA beginning for other solutions\nLed to the same place to find\nThe bad in the bad\nAnd the bad in the good\nEither way\nWhatever could go wrong does go wrong\nEnding up right back\nWhere you began \nThe great escape\nHoudini mystique\nSensory multiload\nOverstate the obvious\nThat your situations\nRemain in focus never to vanish \nSoar and envision sore vision \nTrippin\' at the helm\nThe illusion of utopia\nWanting more and more\nAnd then you\'ll beg \nSoar and envision sore vision",1 +7244,Diplo___Summers_Gonna_Hurt_You,sad, "Summer’s Gonna Hurt You Beautiful scarlet\nSummer\'s really gonna hurt you\nBeautiful scarlet... \nSummer\'s\nSummer\'s \nBeautiful scarlet\nSummer\'s really gonna hurt you\nThe birds are all singing\nAnd no one\'s gonna sing for you\nThe time was when\nSmiling faces all around\nBeautiful scarlet\nThere\'s a tear in your eye\nThe winter went slowly\nBut summer\'s gonna pass you by\nBeautiful scarlet\nSummer\'s really gonna... \nI used to be happy\nJust following you around \nBeautiful scarlet\nThere\'s a tear in your eye\nBeautiful scarlet\nThere\'s a tear in your eye\nThere\'s a tear in your eyeSee Diplo LiveGet tickets as low as $77",1 +3051,Bikini_Kill___Rah_Rah_Replica,anger, "Rah! Rah! Replica \nI caught my boyfriend kissing a replica\nOh God, she looked just like me\nOnly nice and sweet and better\nBut she\'s not bacon, boy, she\'s fucking Sizzlean, yeah \n \nShe burnt my dresses and she cut my hair\nShe burnt my dresses and she cut my hair\nHe burnt my dresses and he cut my hair\nDoused out the fire in my stare\n \nOne! Two! \n \nNow I live on a new street, baby\nNow I live on a new street, yeah\nNow I live on a new street, baby\nAddress, double zero and the place is nowhere \n \nDon\'t you try to fake me out!See Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29",3 +4966,Cat_Power___Blue,sad, "Blue Blue, songs are like tattoos\nYou know I\'ve been to sea before\nCrown and anchor me\nOr let me sail away \nBlue, there is a song for you\nInk on a pin\nUnderneath the skin\nAn empty space to fill in \nWell, there\'s so many sinking\nNow you gotta keep thinking\nYou can make it through these waves\nAcid, booze, and ass\nNeedles, guns, and grass\nLots of laughs, lots of laughs\nEverybody\'s saying that\nHell\'s the hippest way to go\nWell, I don\'t think so, but I\'ll take a look around it, though\nBlue, I love you \nBlue, here is a shell for you\nInside you\'ll hear a sigh\nA foggy lullaby\nThere is your from me\nyudha",1 +1355,Angus__Julia_Stone___Another_Day,calm, "TranslationsPortuguêsAnother Day Down by the seashore\nThe waves are bigger then normal\nI asked you if I could flicker out\nYou say: Don\'t think so, \nI just want you to believe\nEven though I know it\'s impossible for me \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to\nDown by the seashore\nI\'ll say it\'s the spray\nI\'m not crying\nSuch a little thing, anyway \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to \nAll I wanted was for you to believe\nAll I wanted was for you to believe\nAll I wanted was for you to believe in me\nAll I wanted was \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to, oh\n There goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to \nThere goes another day\nDon\'t suppose I\'ll come out to play with you\nI\'ll just sit at home\nWrite another song about how I wanted to ",2 +362,Adam_Lambert___Voodoo,sad, "Voodoo \nMoonshine Moonshine on the bayou\nLove shrine Love shrine, break the taboo\nI wanna know what\'s in your potion\nBound by total devotion \n \nI was looking for love all over\nYou\'re the hunter and I\'m your prey\nNow I\'m lost in a love hangover\nI try to leave, but I have to stay\n \nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell \n \nSwamp sings over the bazaar\nSnake bites, aligning stars\nI\'m enraptured, there is no cure\nNo sanctuary from your allure \n \nI was looking for love all over\nYou\'re the hunter and I\'m your prey\nNow I\'m lost in a love hangover\nI try to leave but I have to stay \n \nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell \n \nBecause the voodoo that you do is all that you can do\nTo make me into your fool\nBecause when you do your voodoo\nI\'m just like a doll that your pins keep pushing into\nSo every time I try to break this trance\nI\'m just so afraid I\'ll miss my chance\nTo be bewitched by the bayou\nI just gotta say I want your hex\nI don\'t wanna live without your hex\nI\'m so obsessed with your sexiness\nYeah\n \nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nBecause it\'s voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Under your spell\nSo obsessed with your sexiness ",1 +4792,Cannibal_Corpse___Fucked_With_A_Knife,happy, "Fucked with a Knife \nNo escape from your fate\nDestined to be mine\nEvery night I wait to see\nIn the night, watching\nStalking your every move\nI know when you\'re alone\nAll alone \n \nTied tight to the bed\nLegs spread open\nBruised flesh, lacerations\nSkin stained with blood\nI\'m the only one you love\nI feel her heart beating\nMy knife deep inside\nHer crotch is bleeding\n \nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder\nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder \n \nStick it in\nRip the skin\nCarve and twist\nTorn flesh\nFrom behind\nI cut her crotch\nIn her ass I stuck my cock\nKilling as I cumSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60 1 ",0 +2202,Avril_Lavigne___I_Will_Be,sad, "I Will Be \nThere\'s nothin\' I could say to you\nNothin\' I could ever do\nTo make you see what you mean to me\nAll the pain, the tears I cried\nStill you never said goodbye\nAnd now I know how far you’d go \n \nI know I let you down\nBut it\'s not like that now\nThis time I\'ll never let you go\n \nI will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n\'Cause you keep me from fallin\' apart\nAll my life, I\'ll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay \n \nI thought that I had everything\nI didn\'t know what life could bring\nBut now I see, honestly\nYou\'re the one thing I got right\nThe only one I let inside\nNow I can breathe, 'cause you\'re here with me \n \nAnd if I let you down\nI\'ll turn it all around\n\'Cause I would never let you go \n \nI will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n\'Cause you keep me from fallin\' apart\nAll my life, I\'ll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \n\'Cause without you, I can\'t sleep\nI\'m not gonna ever, ever let you leave\nYou\'re all I got, you\'re all I want, yeah\nAnd without you, I don\'t know what I\'d do\nI could never ever live a day without you here with me\nDo you see? You\'re all I need \n \nAnd I will be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n\'Cause you keep me from fallin\' apart\nAll my life My life, I\'ll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay\nI will be I\'ll be all that you want\nAnd get myself together\n\'Cause you keep me from fallin\' apart\nAnd all my life, you know I’ll be with you forever\nTo get you through the day\nAnd make everything okay5 ",1 +7368,Dolores_ORiordan___Stay_With_Me,sad, "Stay With Me \nI woke up this morning\nAnd I walked down to the sea\nI sat there on the long grass\nJust staring at the sea \n \nCounting all my blessings\nAnd everything that you gave to me\nWhy is this complicated?\nWhy can\'t you stay with me?\n \nStay with me\nWon\'t you stay, stay with me?\nWon\'t you stay with me, ah?\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me\nStay with me\nStay with me \n \nI just like to hold on\nTo all the magic memories\nI dread this place without you\nDon\'t leave, I\'m begging please \n \nHolding back the memories\nHolding back the years\nHolding back the memories\nHolding back the tears \n \nStay with me\nWon\'t you stay, stay with me?\nWon\'t you stay with me, ah?\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me, ah\nStay with me\nStay with me\nStay with me",1 +8829,Faithless___The_Man_In_You,sad, "The Man In You \nAlthough I don\'t really know how to handle ya\nI will have nobody kicking no sand in ya face\nNot even a trace of bland in ya\nTeenage and it\'s a trouble understanding ya\nYou got plenty of energy and stamina\nForgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in ya\nThere\'s a bit of, 'I don\'t give a damn\' in ya, ha\nAnd that\'s your old man in ya\nStand in your way, never or ever abandon ya\nAnd on the day people say what they can\'t stand in ya\nDon\'t let your ego get out of hand on ya\nIt ain\'t a good look when crook-karma land on ya\nBalance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you\nThe I will and I can in you\nExecute the grand plan in you\nI\'m your daddy and happy to see the man in ya\n \nMight know too much but I\'m no soft touch\nBrought you up, to recognize lies as such\nI need no crutch, child hood was arduous\nAnd if there is a God I\'m sure He would pardon us\nMust be working hard in us\nNot to harden us \n \nTen, that you really wanna be\nTwenty, exactly what you see is on telly\nEleven, you can\'t tell him anything\nThat he don\'t know already\nTwelve, they get together steady\nExplore the first keeping up with the many\nThirteen, none of them are ready\nLiving on old raised broke not a penny\nFourteen, baby in the belly\nShe\'s all done a runner another no daddy\nFifteen, nanny and she loves it dearly\nHead strong proving all along but wary\nSixteen, scale we were quite contrary\nThis is how the garden grows\nThis is how the garden grows \n \nChildren, you still own the power\nTo turn this into your finest hour\nNow a young ma mum that mistake\nCan make a contribution why don\'t we wait and see\nGive back the mothers their dignity\nAnd the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility\nThis society needs to learn empathy\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\nIt happened to you, it could happen to me\n \nBirds and bees without flowers\nGirls be strong, boys don\'t cower\nStand by your seat, scream and shower\nOh, how the sweet can turn sour\nBirds and bees without flowers\nGirls be strong, boys don\'t cower\nStand by your seat, scream and shower\nOh, how the sweet can turn sour ",1 +6564,Dave_Gahan___Down,sad, "Down \nI need some company\nI need you tonight\nYou don\'t have to talk to me\nAnd don\'t be polite \n \nTake my body and soul\nI feel so old \n[Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere\'s no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt\'s where I\'m bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown\n \nJust lay down beside of me\nYou know what I like\nTake what you want from me\nWe don\'t have to fight \n \nTake my body and soul\nI feel so old \n[Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere\'s no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt\'s where I\'m bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown \n \nAll down\nAll down \n \nAnd you comfort me\nUntil my legs go weak\nHold me closer\nAnd we won\'t speak\n [Chorus: Dave Gahan, Christian Eigner, Andrew Phillpott & Jenni Muldaur]\nDown\nOn the ground\nThere\'s no one around\nAnd the snow is falling\nDown\nOn the ground\nIt\'s where I\'m bound\nTo end up by morning\nDown \n \nOh we all keep falling\nAll down\nAnd the world keeps turning2 ",1 +3686,Blues_Traveler___But_Anyway,happy, "But Anyway I lied and told her I loved her\nShe didn\'t care, but anyway\nI told her we\'d still be friends\nAnd she didn\'t care, but anyway\nI tried last week for to call her\nShe wasn\'t home, but anyway\nI think I\'ll spend my life alone\nI really don\'t care right now, but anyway \nIt\'s a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands\nI\'m quitting cigarette smoking\nIt\'s bad for me, but anyway\nI don\'t think the TV was joking\nWhen it told me this, but anyway\nThe newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats\nIt\'s my life he\'s trying to save, but anyway\nI found out that I\'ve got eye cancer\nToo many television waves, but anyway \nIt\'s a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands \nSome day an answer will find us\nQuite a long shot, but anyway\nI think the past, the past is behind us\nBe real confusing if not, but anyway\nI put all my hope in tomorrow\nIt\'s gonna be great, I can tell but anyway\nI see a new, a new day a dawning\nI like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway \nIt\'s a state of affairs and a state of emotions\nThe kind of thing that you must understand\nI tell you one thing; you tell me another\nWe walk away, maybe then shake hands",0 +6283,Damien_Jurado___Lottery,calm, "Lottery Misfortune, got you like a sickness\nThe saints and angels all agree\nTrouble sure as trouble sees it\nI need it in writing to believe\nTo believe \nThe target was your heart in the beginning\nNow there digging soft ground for your grave\nI hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers\nThey\'ll drink to your death with pink champagne\nPink champagne\nNow I hear your widow crying\nHer weeping I made into this song\nIt\'s popular with the disco dancers\nThey\'ll play it on the radio all week long\nAll week long \nMisfortune, got you like a sickness\nAnd the saints, the angels all agree\nTrouble sure as trouble sees it\nI need it in writing to believe\nTo believe",2 +7312,Dixie_Chicks___Favorite_Year,sad, "Favorite Year \nWe were young and so inspired\nWe weren\'t the only ones who thought\nWe\'d change the world\nNo sun would set without us\nNo one we knew could ever doubt us\nWe had our future figured out\nWe knew a love like ours would always save the day\nAnd that we\'d always be ok \n \nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you?\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year\n \nYou looked at me like no one else\nBut sometimes love just doesn\'t seem to conquer all\nWe search for someone else to blame\nBut sometimes things can\'t stay the same \n \nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you?\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year \n \nHolding on to the memories\nOf when we were younger\nI can\'t forget\n\'Cause when we were together\nThat\'s when I was at my best \n \nBut would you know me now\nWould you lay me down beside you\nTell me everything I want to hear\nLike that was your favorite year\nLike that was your favorite year",1 +3194,Bird_York___Had_A_Dream,calm, "Had A Dream He comes undone\nSays he\'s lost the map his life was on\nSays everything is unraveling\nI take his hand\nAnd then I kiss him like the world is ending and say\n where logic ends, faith begins \n\'cause I had a dream\nThat our hearts were like flowers opening up\nEverytime that we love\nAnd I\'m wondering if we just try and risk everything for love\nHow can we ever go wrong\nEmbrace this life\nEvery punch and kiss on this wild ride\nThe end could be a moment away\nWe\'re strong enough\nYeah, we get knocked around but we get up\n\'cause it\'s hope that\'s flowing through these veins\n\'cause I had a dream\nThat our hearts were like flowers opening up\nEverytime that we love\nAnd I\'m wondering if we just try and risk everything for love\nHow can we ever go wrong\nNobody said it would be easy\nNobody said it would be fair\nAll we can do is try to keep our fears from running us\nJust let our innocence be our cure ",2 +9338,Foo_Fighters___Friend_Of_A_Friend,calm, "Friend of a Friend \nHe needs a quiet room\nWith a lock to keep him in\nIt\'s just a quiet room\nAnd he\'s there \n \nHe plays an old guitar\nWith a coin found by the phone\nIt was his friend\'s guitar\nThat he played\n \nHe\'s never been in love\nBut he knows just what love is\nHe says Nevermind \nAnd no one speaks \n \nHe thinks he drinks too much\n\'Cause when he tells his two best friends\n I think I drink too much \nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks \n \nHe plays an old guitar\nWith a coin found by the phone\nIt was his friend\'s guitar\nThat he played \n \nWhen he plays\nNo one speaks\nNo one speaks\nWhen he plays\nNo one speaks\n I can\'t let you guys get off without screaming a couple of minutes\nThis one goes out to my sister Lisa 6 ",2 +4495,Bryan_Adams___Somebody,happy, "Somebody \nI\'ve been lookin\' for someone\nBetween the fire and the flame\nWe\'re all lookin\' for somethin\'\nTo ease the pain \n \nNow who can you turn to\nWhen it\'s all black and white\nAnd the winners are losers\nYou see it every night\nOh yeah!\n \nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody\nHey, what about you\nEverybody needs somebody, oh \n \nWhen you\'re out on the front line\nAnd you\'re watchin\' them fall\nIt doesn\'t take long to realize\nIt ain\'t worth fightin\' for \n \nI thought I saw the Madonna\nWhen you walked in the room\nWell, your eyes were like diamonds\nAnd they cut right through\nOh, they cut right through \n \nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody Oh yeah\nI need somebody\nHey, what about you\nWe all need somebody Hey\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49 \n \nYeah\nAnother night another lesson learned\nIt\'s the distance keeps us sane\nBut when the silence leads to sorrow\nWe do it all again, all again\nYeah \n \nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody Oh yeah\nI need somebody\nOh, what about you\nEverybody needs somebody Hey\nI need somebody\nSomebody like you\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody\nI need somebody\nYeah, what about you, yeah\nWe all need somebody Hey, go on\nI need somebody\nEverybody needs somebody\nI need somebody Hey\nEverybody needs somebody1 ",0 +5743,Colony_5___Last_Chance,happy, "Last Chance Life is hard, for some people it\'s even a hell\nThe smell of lack of hope every day I pass this way\nBegging for a way to get its own addiction relieved\nNo minor roof over its head covered with some plastic bags\nConstitutes its bed \nThe last chance\nLook inside you\nAnalyze yourself\nReview your life\nFind out went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song?\nLife is hard, for some people it\'s even a hell\nTo wake up spending the next hours working somewhere\nMost people get used to this way of life\nOnly a few try to break the chain\nBreak themselves free from this useless way to find them with no fear \nThe last chance\nLook inside you\nAnalyze yourself\nReview your life\nFind out what went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song? \nLet your sense show you the way\nLook inside you\nReview your life\nFind out what went wrong\nWhat is causing you this sad song? \nLet your sense show you the way\nLook inside you \nThe last chance\nThe last chance\nThe last chance\nThe last chance",0 +7411,Donnie_McClurkin___We_Fall_Down,calm, "We Fall Down \nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up, oh yes\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn\'t stay there\nAnd got up\nSing now\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn\'t stay there\nAnd got up \nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\nEverybody sing now \nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nBut we couldn\'t stay there\nAnd got up\n We fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nWe fall down\nBut we get up\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up \n \nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up \nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up \nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again\nGet back up again \n \nFor a saint is just a sinner who fell down\nAnd got up ",2 +4802,Captain_Hollywood_Project___Find_Another_Way,happy, "Find Another Way Ohohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way \nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me \nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way\nFind another, another way \nShake it, break it, no, I can\'t fake it\nTo another level, can\'t take it\nPressurize and hypnotize\nAnd in your mind, realize \nAnd move, move, no I gotta move\nYo, so, watch me groove\nBeat to the beat, fire and heat\nMake you jump right outta your seat \nGotta jam, jam, watch me jam\nTo the beat, yo, watch me slam\nPumpin\', pumpin\', looking for something\nAlways question leaving nothing \nShake it, shake it every day\nKeeping busy day by day\nTo find, to find another way \nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me\n Ohohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way \nFind another, another way \nWeekdays morning, always holding\nGot to be studying, I\'m rolling\nProject on the dancefloor\nWorking where you\'re going \nBut certainly no way out\nNo way out, gonna make you pride\nNo doubt respect, what I\'m looking for\nWeekday on, now hit the door \nFaster, faster, making it faster\nTurn it loud, sweep your blaster\nBust the sound you\'ve found\nKeepin\' the thunder underground \nKeep the bass is what I say\nKeepin\' it pumpin\', day by day to find\nTo find another way\nFind another way to me\nFind another way and make me free\nCan you hear my voice so find another way\nOh, I cried to you, please, follow me oh, follow me\nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way \nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way \nOhohoho\nFind another way\nOhohoho\nFind another, another way ",0 +3362,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Head_Up_High,sad, "Head Up High You feel, no one listens, they\'re forcing you through\nYou fear, nothing takes you as far as you\'ll go \nThis song is not about you but the life that stands without you\nYour body and blood, your body and blood, you\'re leaving us all\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations \nYou feel, nothing ever stays the same as it was\nYou\'ll take, no more remedies to force yourself true\nYou say, every motion and thought fail you, too\nThis song is not about you but the life that stands without you\nYour body and blood, your body and blood, you\'re leaving us all\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations\nI keep my head up high to ease my mind of all these true sensations",1 +6134,Cute_Is_What_We_Aim_For___Newport_Living_Album_Version,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +2359,Backstreet_Boys___Dont__Wanna_Lose_You_Now,sad, "Don’t Wanna Lose You Now \nOh-oh-oh \n \nI never thought that I would lose my mind\nThat I could control this\nNever thought that I\'d be left behind\nThat I was stronger than you Baby\nGirl, if only I knew what I\'ve done\nYou know, so why don\'t you tell me\nAnd I I would bring down the moon and the sun\nTo show how much I care\n \nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again \n[Verse 2: Brian with Kevin, All]\nI\'ve got this feeling you\'re not gonna stay\nIt\'s burning within me\nThe fear or losing of slipping away\nIt just keeps getting closer Baby\nWhatever reason to leave that I\'ve had\nMy place was always beside you\nAnd I wish that I didn\'t need you so bad\nYou\'re face just won\'t go away \n \nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nI never thought that I would lose my mind\nThat I could control this, yes\nNever thought that I\'d be left behind\nThat I was stronger than you, oh-oh!\nDon\'t wanna lose to loneliness\nGirl, I know we can win\nDon\'t wanna lose to emptiness\nOh-no never again \n[Chorus: All, Brian & Nick]\nDon\'t wanna lose you now No way\nBaby, I know we can win this\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again We just begun this \n \nDon\'t want to lose you now\nOh I know we can this\nDon\'t wanna lose you now\nDon\'t want to lose you now\nNo-no, or ever again\nDon\'t wanna lose you now ",1 +2885,Bent___I_Love_My_Man,happy, "I Love My Man I love my man\nWhen he\'s good or mean\nI love my man\nWhen he\'s good or mean \nI love my man\nWhen he\'s good or mean\nI love my man\nWith each new kiss, more and more \nSleep my child and Peace Attend Thee",0 +9098,Fiona_Apple___Shadowboxer,calm, "TranslationsFrançaisShadowboxer \nOnce my lover, now my friend\nWhat a cruel thing to pretend\nWhat a cunning way to condescend\nOnce my lover, and now my friend \n \nOh, you creep up like the clouds\nAnd you set my soul at ease\nThen you let your love abound\nAnd you bring me to my knees\n \nOh, it\'s evil, babe\nThe way you let your grace enrapture me\nWhen well you know I\'d be insane\nTo ever let that dirty game recapture me \n \nYou made me a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nI\'ve been swinging around me\n\'Cause I don\'t know when you\'re gonna make your move \n \n \nOh, your gaze is dangerous\nAnd you fill your space so sweet\nIf I let you get too close\nYou\'ll set your spell on me \n \nSo, darlin\', I just want to say\nJust in case I don\'t come through\nI was on to every play\nI just wanted you\n \nOh, it\'s so evil, my love\nThe way you\'ve no reverence to my concern\nSo I\'ll be sure to stay wary of you, love\nTo save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn \n \nSo, I\'m a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nAnd I\'ve been swinging around at nothing\nI don\'t know when you\'re gonna make your move \n \nYeah, I\'m a shadowboxer, baby\nI wanna be ready for what you do\nAnd I\'ve been swinging around me\n\'Cause I don\'t know when you\'ll make your move9 ",2 +9074,Finger_Eleven___Awake_And_Dreaming,sad, "Awake And Dreaming I can\'t lose anything\nSo what\'s left is mine\nAnd I win this time \nCan I call you up\nAnd speak soft to you\nThe words filter through\nWe\'re through \nConsolation day\nI\'ll make up a way\nI\'ll know now just what to say\nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nWait and I\'ll be begging\nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nAnd pull you down and pull you down \nI saw it all again\nFaded memory\nBecame clear to me \nI try but I can\'t say\nThat I\'m yours for good\nSupport me, you said you would \nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nWait and I\'ll be begging\nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nI\'ll pull you down, I\'ll pull you down \nAwake and dreaming\nBut I\'m only sleeping\nAwake and dreaming\nBut I\'m only sleeping \nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nWait and I\'ll be begging\nAnd I\'ll get away from you\nI\'ll pull you down, I\'ll pull you down\n Awake and dreaming\nBut I\'m only sleeping\nAwake and dreaming\nBut I\'m only sleeping \nAwake\nAwake ",1 +3052,Bilal___Slyde,happy, "Slyde \nIt\'s c— it\'s comin\', it\'s comin\'\nYeah\nYeah, yeah\nJungle boogie, baby\nYeah\nJungle boogie, baby\nYeah, come on\nSing it, uh-uh, yeah \n \nWonder Woman in these eyes\nPimpin\' through the lifeline Reason\nTryna find a reason why to show ya\nThat I really, really, really love ya\nAnd I got to you show that I-I-I-I\nAin\'t got nobody on my mind but you, baby\nYou got to see through My love\n \nMy love\nDeep as an ocean Deep as an ocean\nLong as a river Long as a river\nIt will deliver Way back to you\nWay back to you My lovin\'\nMy lovin\' I see it formin\'\nDeep as an ocean Ocean, yeah\nLong as a river Way back\nWay back to you Way back to you \n \nDon\'t you see, baby\nThat there is\nA thin line between love and hate\nAnd that\'s the way I lay\nFor you, baby\nI\'d die and rob and steal for you\nThere won\'t be nobody\nTo come between, to c-come on between\nAnd I want\nTo run back to the river to you\nTo baptize you with my love\nAnd show you that I mean everything I say, baby\nI won\'t lie to you\nI\'m-I\'m-I\'m-I\'m on, on, on, on\n \nMy love Way\nDeep as an ocean Yeah, yeah\nLong as a river Long as a river\nIt will deliver Way back to you\nWay back to you My love\nMy lovin\' Way back, way back\nDeep as an ocean Way back, way back\nLong as a river Way back to you\nWay back to you Yeah, oh \n \nYes, dear\nCome on\nI deliver, baby, yeah\nDeliver\nDeliver, yeah\nDeliver, yeah\nWanna deliver, baby\nYeah, yeah Way back to you\nOh, I got you, ooh-ooh \n \nSee, baby, I um\nI been eyeing you for a long time, and I think you really understand\nThat I\'m just\nSo fuckin\' in love with you\nI just can\'t verberate that shit into words\nYou understand me, girl?\nI\'m just a, ooh\nI\'m just a pimp, baby, and I\nI\'m ready to tame my shit for you, girl Way back to you\nYou don\'t, you don\'t, you don\'t, you don\'t understand me, girl\nI wanna take it back Way back to you, way back to you\nSing it for me, y\'all\nWay back to you, yeah Ah, way back to you\nI\'m gon\' sing it way back for you, babe Ah, way back to you\nYou don\'t understand that I would do anything in love, baby Ah, way back to you\nI\'ll do anything in love, baby Ah, way back to you\nAnything you need Ah, way back to you\nI\'m gonna give it to you, I\'m gonna give it way back Ah, way back to you\nYeah, you see it, this shit go Way back to you\nThis shit go way back, way back, yeah, way back, way back, oh\nWay, oh ",0 +4122,Brandi_Carlile___Creep,happy, "Creep Live In Boston \nWhen you were here before\nI couldn\'t look you in the eye\nYou are just like an angel\nYour skin makes me cry, yeah\nYou float like a feather\nOn your beautiful world\nYou\'re so special\nI wish I was special, yeah \n \nBut I\'m a creep\nAnd I\'m a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin\' here?\nI don\'t belong here, oh\n \nI don\'t care if it hurts\n\'Cause I wanna have control\nI want a perfect body\nI want a perfect soul\nI want you to notice\nWhen I\'m not around\nYou\'re so fuckin\' special\nI wish I was special, oh \n \nBut I\'m a creep\nAnd I\'m a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin\' here?\nI don\'t belong here \n \nOh, no, I don\'t\nNo, I don\'t, ooh\nOh, no\nWell, she run, run, run, run\nRun\nOh, yeah, yeah \n \nWhatever makes you happy\nWhatever you want\nYou\'re so fuckin\' special\nI wish I was special, yeah\nSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45 \nBut I\'m a creep, hey, yeah\nI\'m a weirdo\nWhat the hell am I doin\' here?\nI don\'t belong here, no\nI don\'t belong here \n \nThank you ",0 +9060,Finch___Insomniatic_Meat,sad, "Insomniatic Meat Oh, my god. I think I\'m blind\nI\'ve found one color won\'t suffice\nYou promised sleep tonight \nCall it a whisper that comes from the distance\nTo protect all your children\nOne more, one more, one more minute\nTo fight off the bad guy... \nNow go to sleep\nNightmares make these\nScars a stomach\'s bloody hole\nSinking quicksand eyes\nMakes for heavy sight\nIt\'s painless\nPainless to float above the earth\nLike this \n \nTie me to a chair\nSubconsciously surrendering\nNow that I\'m awake\nIt\'s hard for me to make believe \nBlood between the sheets\nInsomniatic meat, oh - I can\'t shut my eyes\nVoid of nightmares, leading upstairs\nDo I follow? - I can\'t shut my eyes \n \nThis is the worst thing that you have ever done x8",1 +1007,Amber_Pacific___The_Right_to_Write_Me_Off,sad, "The Right To Write Me Off \nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word we\'re growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you know \n \nIt\'s growing old to see us torn by every choice that I have made\nIn every instant you were right to write me off and move ahead\nAnd I think I let you down, I throw it all away\nI never meant to break it up or make you feel this way\n \nIt\'s getting colder through these walls that seem too thin to break us now\nA perfect ending\'s still in line though it seems our time is running out\nTrace the call from you, we\'ll make this go away\nI never felt this day would come, I\'ll never be the same \n \nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you\'re growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it\'s hard to be the only one to know \n \nThrough open eyes I sense a feeling painted black that lines your heart\nIt\'s bleeding through just like the colors that I\'ve seen right from the start\nAnd if I had the choice to do this all again\nWould you be inclined to notice it or would you just pretend \n \nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you\'re growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it hurts to be the only one to know\n \nRemember how we used to be\nHow we used to be\nRemember how we used to be\nHow we used to be \n \nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you\'re growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it\'s hard to be the only one to know \n \nCan we make this last forever\nWith every word you\'re growing distant\nAnd I feel as though I have to let you go\nCan we make this time together\nSeem as though we never started\nAnd it\'s hard to be the only one to know ",1 +3169,Billy_Talent___Worker_Bees,anger, "Worker Bees \nMarch on, worker bees!\nKnow your enemy! \n \nWe take our orders given by the queen\nWe’re not the killers, we’re the worker bees\nIf you resist us, you will feel our sting\nSurrender now before the swarm sets in \n \nProtect the hive from enemies!\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nFollow the herd mentality!\nCan we fight to save our souls?\n \nMarch on, worker bees!\nKnow your enemy! \n \nA pollination coming from the west\nAnd in a flash we will invade your nest\nSupply of honey flowing bottomless\nPlay by our rules or you’ll be powerless \n \nProtect the hive from enemies!\nProtect the hive from enemies!\nFollow the herd mentality!\nCan we fight to save our souls? \n \nAnd we\'ll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we\'ll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we\'ve done?\nCan we fight to save our souls? \nAnd we\'ll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we\'ll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we\'ve done?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\nCan we fight to save our souls?\nSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77 \nAnd we\'ll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we\'ll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we\'ve done?\nCan we fight to save our souls? \nAnd we\'ll march! Along with our blindfolds on\nAnd we\'ll ride! The rails with our pistols drawn\nCan the Lord above forgive what we\'ve done?\nCan we fight to save our souls? \n \nCan we fight to save our souls?\nWill we die to save our home? ",3 +270,Aberfeldy___Uptight,happy, "Uptight Well i never thought in my wildest dreams\nThat anyone could be hung up the way you seem to be\nIf you were real? and the peoples friend\nThen i\'d understand\nThis impression that you\'re sending me \nDon\'t you know the city can leave me cold\nEverybody\'s so determined to be bought and sold\nLet\'s get something\nOut of the way\nNobody owns me no matter what they say\nBut baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you care\nOh yeah\nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nOh baby, feels like we\'re already there\nYeah, yeah \nIt\'s up to you do what you wanna do\nYou can tell the truth or not\nCome on baby, you might as well dance all night\nThere comes a time in everybody\'s life when you gotta do or die\nOh baby, please don\'t be uptight \nWell now, even the strings on a fiddler\'s bow don\'t stay uptight forever\nBaby, don\'t you know that\nOne day soon you\'re gonna have to crack\nCause otherwise you\'re gonna give yourself a heart attack \nOoh baby, at this moment it seems that you want me\nBut baby, don\'t leave me up in the air\nNo, no, no, no \nIt\'s up to you do what you wanna do\nYou can tell the truth or not\nCome on baby, you might as well dance all night\nThere comes a time in everybody\'s life when you gotta do or die\nOh baby, please don\'t be uptight\nrepeat",0 +8947,Feeder___We_Cant_Rewind,happy, "We Can’t Rewind You\'re just a face in the crowd\nA tiny hole in a cloud\nYou\'re trying to find your way in\nTo let your soul shine back out\nWe\'re just a twist in a seam\nA splash of paint on a screen\nWe\'re making all kinds of shapes\nSomehow we can straighten out the bends \nThis is our time we can\'t rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nOur place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway - we can\'t rewind\nDo you think we can change\nA different colour and shade\nI guess a new kind of thing\nSomehow we can straighten out the bends \nThis is our time we can\'t rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nOur place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway\nOh yes we can do it our way then \nStop taking me for a fool now\nYeah, I\'ve got this feeling inside me\nBut I guess you knew\nWe can work it out\nWe can find some place new\nWe can\'t rewind, we can\'t rewind \nYou\'re just a face in the crowd\nA tiny hole in a cloud\nThis is our time we can\'t rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nA place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway\n This is our time we can\'t rewind\nOur place to shine out\nAnd we can live it anyway\nThis is our time to feel sublime\nA place to shine now\nAnd we can do it anyway ",0 +4797,Capital_Lights___Mile_Away,happy, "Mile Away \nI\'m a mile away from where I belong\nAnd I\'m a mile away from home\nI\'m lying awake at the thought of you gone\nAnd I\'m a mile away from home \nOn top of the world he thought\nLet down when he hit the spot\nDead stare in the mirror as he drove \nHad room for growing up\nHe got cold feet so he had to run\nTo a city with a history of love\nKnowing she relies on me\nBut I\'m on my way to an unpredicted fall\nFeet under the covers now\nLips sealed tight till I hear a sound\nThe sound of a soon redeeming call \n \nNow, I know I never dreamed to be a movie star\nBut I\'m hiding in the Hollywood hills\nI\'ve learned regret from a coward\'s mouth\nWouldn\'t let her know how I feel \nHeld up and I\'m stuck in line\nCan barely get around on the 405\nHeaded downtown\nIn a half-full automobile \nNow, but deep inside I see the light\nI\'m a runaway victim left alone\nAt night though you lay so far\nWe both stare out at the same old stars\nWishing for direction where to go \n \n Oh, but I could never forget\nThe guilty look in your eyes at the end\nI walk the line like a merry-go-round\nThought I learned but I lost you again \nAnd all at once if the world stops spinning\nMaybe you could let me win\nOh, but I could never forget\nThe guilty look in your eyes at the end \n ",0 +7768,Edwin_Starr___TwentyFive_Miles,happy, "Twenty-Five Miles \nCome on feet, start movin\'\nGot to get me there\nHey, hey, uh, huh, huh, huh\nOh, uh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, oh \n \nTwenty five miles from home, girl\nMy feet are hurtin\' mighty bad\nNow, I\'ve been walking for three days\nAnd two lonely nights\nYou know that I\'m mighty mad\nBut I got a woman waitin\' for me\nThat\'s gonna make this trip worthwhile\nYou see she\'s got\nThe kind of lovin\' and a kissin\'\nA make a man go stone wild\n \nSo I got to keep on walkin\'\nI got to walk on, oh, ho, ho\nI-I-I\'m so tired\nBut I just can\'t lose my stride \n \nI got fifteen miles to go now\nAnd I can hear my baby callin\' my name\nIt\'s as if it\'s though\nI\'m standing at her front door\nI can hear that doggone plain\nNow, I\'ll be so glad to see my baby\nAnd hold her in my arms one more time\nNow, when I kiss her lips\nI turn her back over flip\nAnd I\'ll forget about these feet of mine \n \nI got to keep on walkin\'\nHey, I got to walk on, let me tell y-y\'all\nI-I-I\'m so tired\nBut I just can\'t lose my stride \n \nCome on feet don\'t fail me now\nI got ten more miles to go\nI got nine, eight, seven, six, six, six\nI got five more miles to go now\nOver the other hill just around the bend\nAlthough my feet are tired\nI can\'t lose my stride\nI got to get to my baby again\n \nI got to keep on walkin\'\nHey I got to walk on, wait, let me tell y-y-y\'all\nI-I-I\'m so tired\nBut I just can\'t lose my stride \nWalkin\', yeah\nI got to walk on, let me tell y-y-y\'all\nI see my baby\nJust across the bend \nWalkin\', hey, hey now\nI got to walk on, let me tell y-y-y\'all\nI got to say, on the step\nSince the sun came up ",0 +357,Adam_Green___Broken_Joystick,sad, "Broken Joystick Skeleton of a smoking plane\nCatch a train to an open vein \nThe smoke just cleared\nSomething went wrong\nThe catfish choked\nThe sky is gone \nBeneath their boats\nThe forecast floats\nThe joystick choked\nThe joystick smokes\nMariachi clothes look good on everyone\nKlu Klux Klans will dance around the mountain\nPlugging up the holes in their harmonicas \nPush away from the overdose\nJust in time for the fairy bows ",1 +9,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___Days_Of_Being_Wild,anger, "Days of Being Wild All sewn up\nPull out the seams\nTake your call\nYour voice is static\nFar from my reach\nI burn the page\nImaged are blurred\nAm I afraid? \nAround my throat\nYou came so close\nTo stopping me\nAlive in jail, alive and well\nI cannot leave\nInnocent, accident\nFind my pulse\nTrapped in a locked box\nTeeth in a grind\nAll night amphetamine\nNoise to the tape\nComes like a shattered beast\nCast a shade\nYour mouths destroys me \nCome down dawn in one piece\nCome down dawn to find some peace\nDriven to shambles on a tip\nI never said that I would quit\nAnd the next song takes over \nQuickly I said\nBecause your feet need to hit the floor\nAnd wake your mind up\nBecause the body needs a little more\nAnd you step out from the porch\nInto the street\nAnd the night will have its way with you\nAnd you find a paper on the wall\nAnd see the slogan needs an audience\nAnd you give it a new look\nYou were trying to take a stab\nYou try to take a stab\nYou try to make something happen\nAnd the colors saturate into the walls of the buildings\n A defeated deposition\nA nexus\nA movement to fruition\nA middle finger to the institution\nA middle finger to the institution\nA middle finger to the institution ",3 +2438,Band_Of_Horses___Factory,sad, "Factory \nThe elevator in the hotel lobby has a lazy door\nThe man inside is going to a hotel room\nHe jumped out right after seein\' just the very sight of me\nDecided he better hike it to the second floor \n \nIt\'s temporary, this place I\'m in\nI permanently won\'t do this again\nMy belongings scattered all across the hotel floor\n \nNow and later, I was thinkin\' it over by the snack machine\nI thought about you and a candy bar\nThe Now and Laters, now and I\'ve got 'em stuck between my teeth\nI fell asleep to the greatest movie of the year \n \nA man gets lonely, for Heaven\'s sake\nHe\'s wonderin\' only what did you do today\nThe world is spinnin\' 'round into an old, sad song \n \nWell it\'s comin\' down outside like I\'ve never even seen before\nI fell into some kind of sorry state\nLookin\' back now, I think it\'s finally time for me to laugh about it\nGet my things together and find something to say \n \nWell I feel awful and I believe\nTime gets wasted in this misery\nAnd darling I never wanna come back home 1 ",1 +4298,British_Sea_Power___No_Lucifer,happy, "Prince Arthur: Book VII The Prince of Hell that on the Moutain staid,\nAnd with Infernal Joy around survey\'d\nThe Camp, where Death did in sad Triumph reign,\nWith wide Destruction, covering all the Plain.\nThus to himself: At last I have prevail\'d\nAgainst this Sect, tho other Arts have fail\'d.\nTheir Troops half ruin\'d with the Plague, afford\nAn easie Conquest, for King Octa\'s Sword;\nIll break the Peace, although advanc\'d so far,\nAnd finish their Destruction by new War.\nArthur, prepare against the Saxon Arms,\n\'Tis time enough for Ethelina\'s Charms.\nHeros delay\'d, and disappointed, prize\nThe Crown, that got too cheaply, they despise.\nPleasures the farther off, the greater seem,\nAnd Toil and Danger, best preserve Esteem.\nThat service I will do, by taking care\nTo give fresh Fuel to th\' expiring War.\nThat said, he leaves the Crystal Plains of Light,\nAnd to th\' Infernal Regions takes his Flight.\nThere stands a Rock, dash\'d with the breaking Wave\nOf troubled Styx, where was a gloomy Cave\nFlowing with Gore, the fierce Bellona dwells,\nAnd bound with Adamantine Fetters, Yells.\nAround stand Heaps of mossy Sculls, and Bones,\nWhence issue loud Laments, and dreadful Groans.\nTorn Limbs, and mangled Bodies are her Food,\nHer Drink whole Bowls of Wormwood, Gall, and Blood.\nLong curling Snakes her Head with Horrour crown,\nAnd on her squallid Back hang lolling down.\nThis gripes a bloody Dart, the other Hand\nGrasps of Infernal Fire, a flaming Brand.\nTreason, and Usurpation near ally\'d,\nHaughty Ambition, and elated Pride,\nAnd Cruelty, with bloody Garlands crown\'d,\nRapine, and Desolation stand around.\nWith these Injustice, Violence, Rage remain,\nAnd ghastly Famine, with her meagre Train.\nThis Savage Rout to Gallia now resort,\nDrawn by the Fame of proud Versallia\'s Court.\nThere these Attendants on their Master wait,\nAnd with their odious Forms, compose his horrid State.\nTo this wild Den now did th\' Apostate fly,\nResolving all Bellona\'s Aid to try.\nAt his Approach the Monsters cease their Din,\nAnd bow at distance with a dreadful Grin.\nThe Stygian Prince, the Fury soon unchains,\nStrait double Rage boils in her swelling Veins.\nThen thus he spoke, to Octa\'s Palace fly,\nAttended with perfidious Treachery,\nAnd various Discord, let thy Arts perswade\nThat Prince, the ruin\'d Britons to invade.\nGo raise new Tumults, and dissolve the Peace,\nFor this high Task Bellona I release. \nCharg\'d with these dire Commands, she flies away,\nTo the Superiour Regions, blest with Day.\nNear Peak\'s aspiring Mount, and spacious Wood,\nAnd the green Banks of Dovus Crystal Flood.\nA wide-mouth\'d Den, th\' admiring Traveller sees\nWith Thorny Shrubs o\'er-spread, and shady Trees;\nThat downward goes unfathomably deep,\nBeneath the subterranean Vaults, that keep\nImprison\'d Damps, and Winds tumultuous Store,\nAnd the low Caves, where falling Waters roar.\nIt passes thro\' the Bowels of the Earth,\nAnd the rich Beds, where Metals have their Birth,\nTill it reveals the gloomy Mouth of Hell,\nBellona freed from her infernal Cell,\nThro\' this dire Gulph ascends with hasty Flight,\nAnd soon emerges in the Fields of Light.\nThe Air grew dark, the Rocks, and Mountains struck\nWith Horrour, at the Fury\'s Presence shook.\nThe Sphears disorder\'d roll, the starting Sun\nSprings from the Heav\'nly Course he us\'d to run.\nThe Moon all drown\'d in Blood, and blazing Stars,\nPortended Tumults, and destructive Wars.\nStraight to King Octa\'s Court the Fury comes,\nAnd Acha Octa\'s Mother\'s Shape assumes.\nThen thus she spoke.\nFrom blest Elysian Gardens I descend\nTo teach thee how to gain a glorious End\nOf all thy Labours, and thy warlike Toil,\nAnd fix thy Empire o\'er the British Isle.\nHeav\'n has decreed that here thy Race shall reign,\nAnd therefore has the hateful Britons slain\nWith a destructive Plague, and poison\'d Darts\nShot from above, into their impious Hearts.\nNot half their Troops survive, make hast my Son\nTheir Ruine to compleat, by Heav\'n begun.\nRun then to Triumph, hast to certain Spoil,\nAnd chase the cursed Nation from the Isle.\nYou see how much your League the Gods offend,\nLet not their Enemy, be Octa\'s Friend.\nThey must not be to us by Blood ally\'d,\nNor Ethelina be a Briton\'s Bride.\nThat said, a spotted Viper from her Head\nShe to his Bosom secretly convey\'d.\nThe poisonous Vermin, with infernal Art\nGlides thro\' his Breast, and twines about his Heart.\nThe secret Poison wanders thro\' his Veins,\nAnd warlike Fury o\'er his Spirits reigns.\nHence straight-way to the Picts and Scottish Court,\nThe Fury, and her hellish Train resort.\nWhere they to bloody Wars sound loud Alarms\nAnd make the barb\'rous Nations fly to Arms. \nMean time, the Saxon Monarch raving flew\nAbout the Court, and soon together drew\nThe chiefest Lords, and thus himself exprest,\nIt was resolv\'d to give the Britons Rest;\nThe Land between the Nations to divide,\nAnd that the Princess should be Arthur\'s Bride.\nBut Heav\'n against his Treaty does declare,\nAnd singly with the Britons wages War.\nIn vain we offer what they can\'t enjoy,\nWe spare the Men, Heav\'n labours to destroy.\nAvenging Gods from their high Regions came,\nArm\'d with bright Swords of keen, Etherial Flame,\nAnd fatal Darts of pointed Lightnings made,\nAnd with sure Death the British Camp invade.\nTheir trembling Reliques fall our certain Prey,\nHeav\'n sounds th\' Alarm, and we must Heav\'n obey.\nTho we by Sea their Power could not withstand,\nOur Gods more potent are, then theirs by Land.\nTh\' unfinish\'d Conquest we may soon compleat\nOr from this Isle oblige them to retreat.\nThis fair occasion let our Arms improve\nTo fix our Power, and all our Fears remove.\nHe ceas\'d, and all his Captains War desir\'d,\nAnd sprang into the Field with Martial Heat inspir\'d. \nStraight Orders are dispacht for all to Arm,\nAnd thro\' the Cities sounds the loud Alarm.\nThe tremb\'ling Husbandman his Toil forbears,\nFells his tall Ash, and shapes long Staves for Spears.\nSome sighing o\'er their Anvils forge the Blades\nOf Swords, instead of Hooks, and rural Spades.\nHuge Gauntlets some, some hollow Helmets beat,\nAnd some o\'er brazen Backs, and Breastplates sweat.\nSome shape their Darts, and some their Javelins Points,\nOr fit their pollish\'d Armour\'s Manly Joints.\nShap\'ning their Arrows Heads, some stand inclin\'d,\nSome on revolving Stones their Axes grind.\nSome serve on foot, some take the Horseman\'s Launce,\nAnd to the Field their foaming Coursers praunce.\nIn hast, some from their high roof\'d Halls hung round,\nWith all the horrid Pride of War, and crown\'d\nWith dusty Trophies, take their massy Shield,\nAnd flaming Sword, and fly into the Field.\nSome clasp their Helmets on, some snatch their Spear,\nAnd polish\'d Buckler, and in Arms appear.\nEnsigns display\'d, and Trumpets voice delight\nThe Saxon Youth, and martial Minds excite.\nThe lighted Beacons from the Hills declare,\nAs blazing Comets do, approaching War,\nThe flaming Signals giv\'n, the Regions round\nWith Hors\'men, Arms, and warlike noise resound.\nAs when\nIn some great Town a Fire breaks out by Night,\nAnd fills with crackling Flames, and dismal Light,\nWith Sparks, and Pitchy Smoak th\' astonish\'d Sky,\nTh\' affrighted Guards, that first the Flame espy,\nStraight give th\' Alarm, and spread the dreadful Cry.\nTh\' amaz\'d Inhabitants the Signal take.\nAnd run in Crowds half cloath\'d, and half awake,\nTo stop the spreading Ruin, and to tame\nWith spouting Engines the destructive Flame.\nSo when the frightful Cry of War begun,\nInto the Fields in Troops the Saxons run. \nNow Muse relate, and in their Order name\nThe People, that from different Regions came.\nWhat fam\'d Commanders did their Squadrons head,\nAnd what great Lords their valiant Subjects led,\nFirst the stout Cantian Saxon, from the Land,\nThat bravely once did Cæsar\'s Arms withstand,\nWhere Joyful Nature, sits in Plenty crown\'d,\nHesperian Woods, and Sylvan Scenes surround,\nHer shady Throne, that with rich Fruit abound.\nOf these some on the flowry Banks reside,\nOf fair Medvaga, that with wanton Pride,\nForms silver Mazes with her crooked Tide.\nThe Durobrovian Youth of war-like Fame,\nAnd bold Vagniacans, together came,\nWith those about the fruitful Region bred,\nWhere Durovernum, reers her stately Head.\nThey march from Thanotos, and from her Towers,\nHer valiant Youth sublime Rutupia pours.\nRutupia, whose rich Gems, and Pearly Store\nInticed Victorious Cæsar, to her Shore.\nTheir chief Commanders were great Amades,\nValiant Theodorick, Osred, and with these\nHengist, a splendid Youth, the Blood, and Name\nOf the first Saxon, of Illustrous Fame,\nThat from the Belgick Shore, to Albion came.\nFrom the fat Glebe they come, and flowry Land\nWhich the stout Trinobantes, did Command.\nAugusta sends her warlike Youth, a Town\nOf ancient Fame, to Forraign Merchants known,\nEv\'n then for Naval Power of great Renown.\nBut since her stately Head is rais\'d so high,\nHer glorious Towers surmount the wondring Sky.\nHer Royal Fleets the watry World controll,\nWhere the vast Ocean can his Billows roll,\nFar as the Indies, and from Pole to Pole.\nHer Power by trembling, Neighbour States is fear\'d,\nBy distant Empires, and new Worlds rever\'d.\nHer bellowing Oaks, with louded Thunder roar,\nThen what annoy\'d them, on their Hills before,\nShaking the Gallick, and the Belgian Shore.\nBritannia\'s Head she reigns in Wealth and Ease,\nMart of the World, and Emp\'ress of the Seas.\nEdgar and Cissa, both Illustrious Names,\nFrom the delightful Banks of famous Thames,\nInto the Field, Augusta\'s Squadrons bring,\nNone fought more bravely for the Saxon King. \nThey from the Forests come, whose Sports invite\nAugusta\'s youth, that in the Woods delight.\nFrom the sweet Gardens of the fruitful East,\nWith smiling Flowers, and od\'rous Saffron blest.\nFrom Camelodunum pop\'lous once, and proud\nOf its fam\'d Colony of Roman Blood.\nFrom round Canonium, arm\'d with Swords and Shields,\nThe warlike People March, and from the Fields\nWhere Idumanum verdant Wealth bestows,\nWhose wanton Tide in wreathing Volumes flows,\nStill forming Reedy Islands, as it goes.\nBrave Sebert led them, valiant Oga\'s Son,\nWhose Arms had great Renown in Battel won.\nThe chearful Youth from Verolamium came,\nA Town of ancient, and illustrious Fame.\nWhere fortify\'d with Trenches, Lakes and Wood,\nThe valiant Casibellan, once withstood\nThe Roman Arms, oblig\'d at last to yield,\nWhere Cæsar fights, who can maintain the Field?\nSince cherish\'d by th\' indulgent Conquerour,\nThe City was advanc\'d in Wealth and Power.\nIts Towers, gilt Fanes, and Palaces did rise,\nDarting Terrestrial Glories thro\' the Skies.\nNow where the City stood, the Ploughman toils,\nAnd as he works, turns up old Roman Spoils,\nMedals and Coins, enrich th\' admiring Clown,\nPavements and Urns, by ancient Figures known. \nFrom the rich Seats they came, from whence their Sword\nThe Coritanian chas\'d, the rightful Lord.\nFrom all the Towns, around the spacious Wood\nNear which sublime Tripontium\'s Castles stood.\nFrom Bannavenna well-arm\'d Squadrons came,\nAnd Durobrevis, on Aufona\'s Stream.\nTheir chief Commanders were brave Alopas,\nAnd valiant Egbert, both of Horsa\'s Race. \nThey came, who dwelt along the Southern Coast,\nOn which the German Ocean\'s Waves are tost.\nThe Soil the brave Icenian Britons blest\nWith Peace, and envy\'d Plenty, once possest.\nVenta they left, where Garienus Tide,\nDoes to the Bosom of Bardunus glide,\nAn ancient, wealthy Town that did abound,\nWith warlike Youth, and rul\'d the Soil around.\nHigh Branodunum does her Squadrons send,\nWhere Roman Arms, did once the Coast defend. \nThey leave the Towns along fair Theta\'s Flood,\nAnd happy Soil, where Gariononum stood.\nThose from the Banks of winding Stourus came,\nAnd the rich Town, that bore Faustinus name.\nThey come from Oza\'s Banks, and from the Land\nWhich lofty Combritonium did Command.\nThis numerous Saxon Youth, that then obey\'d\nKing Ella\'s Laws, adavnce to Octa\'s Aid.\nElla their Valiant Prince, was at their Head,\nAnd to the Field, his warlike People led. \nFrom Camboritum, and the Neighb\'ring Hills,\nThe chearful Youth drawn out, the Region fills:\nFrom Camboritum, then a warlike Town,\nSince for the Muses Seat, much better known.\nHer learned Sons have gain\'d Immortal Fame,\nAnd high as Heav\'n, have rais\'d Britannia\'s Name.\nRedwal, whose Lands a vast Revenue yield,\nLed them, compleatly arm\'d into the Field. \nThey leave the reedy Lakes, and marshy Soil,\nOnce happy by the British Farmers Toil.\nNow the vext Land a Forreign Master knows,\nWhich o\'er the Country, like a Deluge flows,\nThat from the Sea, the Banks born down, is roll\'d,\nAnd o\'er their Fields advances uncontroll\'d.\nThe Valiant Youth from all the Region goes,\nWhich Trent and Lindis, confluent Streams, enclose.\nHigh Margadunum, all her Squadrons lends,\nAnd stately Lindum, which her Power extends\nO\'er the wide Province, her Battalions sends.\nMighty Ebissa, from the Fenny Land\nInto the Field, did lead this warlike Band.\nOrla, and Imerick, a Valiant Lord,\nFam\'d for his Strength, and vast unweildy Sword,\nDrew all their Squadrons, and Battalions forth,\nFrom all their Towns, that lay the farthest North. \nKing Cerdic from the West his Army brought,\nWho for the Saxon Empire bravely fought.\nHe all the Saxon Heros far excell\'d,\nWhose conquering Arms, were never yet repell\'d.\nA great Commander, Brave and Fortunate,\nThat founded first the Western Saxon State.\nThose seated on Halenus verdant Banks\nDraw out, and Muster their Victorious Ranks.\nThey March from Tresantona\'s Crystal Flood,\nFrom Venta\'s Downs, and Regnum\'s spacious Wood.\nFrom rich Clusentum, and fair Vecta\'s Isle,\nFrom Briga and Segontium\'s fertile Soil.\nOn Sorbiodunum\'s Plains arm\'d Youth appears,\nWith nodding Plumes, and moving Groves of Spears.\nThe famous Captain, who had chief Command,\nThat with his Prince came to invade the Land,\nWas Lothar, born on Belgick Mosa\'s Flood,\nWhose noble Veins were fill\'d with Royal Blood:\nHim did fair Emme Cerdic\'s Sister bear,\nAnd dying, left him to her Brother\'s Care.\nWith all this Strength King Octa takes the Field,\nNor doubts, but Arthur to his Arms must yield. \nThe Britons now a solemn Fast proclaim\nTo mourn their Guilt, and take th\' attendant Shame.\nTo own the dreadful Plague, their Crimes desert,\nAnd by their Grief, like Judgments to avert.\nThat Heav\'n appeas\'d, from its relenting Hand\nMay drop its Bolt, and spare the threaten\'d Land.\nSorrow untaught on every Face appear\'d,\nAnd only Sighs and sad Laments were heard.\nThey weep aloud, and mourn their impious Fall,\nAnd with united Prayers for Mercy call.\nThe prostrate Penitents for Pardon Cry,\nAnd from Heav\'n\'s Justice, to its Pity fly.\nTo Grief, and flowing Tears, no Bounds are giv\'n,\nTh\' Artillery alone, that Conquers Heav\'n.\nRighteous Resolves fill every humble Mind,\nAnd all in Vows of blest Obedience joyn\'d.\nThe mournful Camp\'s a Scene of pious Woe\nWhere thro\' their Eyes, their Hearts dissolving flow.\nTheir loud and fervent Supplications, rise\nAbove the Clouds, and penetrate the Skies.\nContending thus with Heav\'n they weep, and pray,\nAnd strive to turn th\' impending Storm away,\nThat charg\'d with Vengeance o\'er their Camp appear\'d,\nMore Plagues they had deserv\'d, and therefore fear\'d. \nPrince Arthur, that in Piety was chief,\nAnd now chief mourner, thus exprest his Grief,\nTh\' attentive Britons hear, and hope Relief.\nOf Wrath Divine, what Vials have been pour\'d,\nAnd empty\'d on our Heads, that have devour\'d\nThe guilty Britons, and our Camp consum\'d;\nWhere pil\'d in Heaps, the Dead, the Dead entomb\'d!\nTh\' Eternal\'s Sword around did widely wast,\nAnd carried Death, and Ruin where it past.\nIt reek\'d in Blood, and shone with Slaughter dy\'d\nRed, as the Crimson Sins, that for its Vengeance cry\'d.\nThis day we deprecate the Curse, and all\nWith wounded Souls, for Heav\'n\'s Compassion call.\nTo still the Storms of Wrath that on us beat,\nAnd cause the fiery Torrent to retreat.\nThe God we Worship Jealous is, and Pure,\nHis Wrath advances slow, but reaches sure.\nHis threat\'ning Arm does long extended stay,\nBut then descends with the more fearful Sway.\nWho then can his consuming Fire withstand,\nWho bear the strokes of his Revenging Hand?\nThere\'s hope your Prayers have found Success above,\nAnd Heav\'n aton\'d, will this fierce Plague remove.\nMay ne\'er our impious Crimes, his Arm provoke\nTo end our Ruin, by a second stroke. \nHe ceas\'d. His Men their sacred Vows renew,\nAnd for Devotion to their Tents withdrew.\nWhere while Celestial Warmth their Breasts extend,\nThe Day in Prayers, and Hymns of Praise they end.\nHeav\'n the Returning Penitents embrac\'d,\nAnd far away th\' Infernal Legions chas\'d.\nTheir Guardian Angels once more take their Post.\nDrawn out in bright Array, around their Host. \nTwice had the Sun with dawning Glories blest\nThe World, and call\'d the Lab\'rer from his rest,\nAs oft the Night her Sable Vesture, set\nWith pearly Dew, ascends her Throne of Jet.\nWhen certain Tydings Arthur\'s Camp alarm\'d,\nThat Octa\'s Men against the Britons arm\'d,\nBelieving that the Britons thus distrest,\nBy Saxon Arms, might be with Ease opprest.\nWith Octa Leagues, and Overtures of Peace,\nWhen War shall offer more advantage, cease.\nThe Tydings soon thro\' all the Army ran,\nWhence in their Minds tormenting Fears began.\nThey thought their weaken\'d Troops, could not oppose\nThe fierce Attack, of their insulting Foes.\nThe trouble spreads, all, their sad State bewail,\nThat those the Plague had spar\'d, the Sword shold now assail. \nThe pious Prince with heavy Grief opprest,\nTo Heav\'n thus vents the trouble of his Breast.\nThou that from dark Egyptian Prisons freed,\nAs Shepherds do their Flocks, did\'st Israel lead.\nWho from between the Cherubs, did\'st display\nThy Heav\'nly Glories, to direct their Way.\nWhose mighty Arm extended, did secure\nTheir trembling Host, pursu\'d by Pharoah\'s Power.\nShine forth, and with thy Beams dispel this Night,\nWhose horrid Shades, my lab\'ring Soul affright.\nStir up thy Strength, thy Foes, and ours invade,\nAnd bring thy shining Myriads to our Aid.\nThou God of Light, reveal thy glorious Face,\nThy Rays will from the Sky, this Tempest chase.\nThee, all the unnumber\'d Hosts of Heav\'n obey,\nDrawn in embattl\'d Lines, and bright Array\nAlong th\' Etherial Plains, and here below\nMonarchs to thee, precarious Empires owe.\nPrest by our Enemies, to thee we fly,\nHow long wilt thou neglect thy People\'s Cry?\nBath\'d in our Tears, and pleas\'d with Grief, we moan\nOur solitary State, for God is gone.\nOur Foes around, despise our Mournful State,\nAnd on those Loads that press us, heap more Weight.\nOur Enemies enrag\'d, no Mounds between,\nOn us, like rising Waves, come roaring in.\nAgainst the Reliques thy fierce Wrath has spar\'d,\nThe Foe\'s Inexorable Sword\'s prepar\'d.\nOn me with Scorn th\' insulting Scoffers look,\nAs one, whom Heav\'n displeas\'d has now forsook.\nThe Pagans make my Woes their sprotful Theam.\nReproach thy Vot\'ries, and thy Name blaspheme.\nStir up thy Power, thy glitt\'ring Arms assume,\nBowing the Heav\'ns, to our Deliverance come.\nAs from th\' aspiring Mountains, rais\'d around\nJerusalem, while it stood, Protection found.\nSo let a Guard, from thy bright Host detach\'d,\nT\'encamp about our Army be dispatch\'d.\nThou God of Truth arise, let th\' Heathen see,\nThy Wrath pursues perfidious Treachery. \nWhile thus Prince Arthur Heav\'ns Protection sought,\nThe God-like Raphael, this kind Message brought.\nThy Prayer prevails, O Prince, be not dismay\'d,\nTh\' Almighty\'s Arm is strecht out of your Aid.\nHighly your Crimes Heav\'n\'s Majesty displeas\'d,\nBut your Repentance hath his Wrath appeas\'d.\nHis People\'s Faults do but his Rod employ,\nBut his fierce Vengeance shall his Foes destroy.\nLet not the Saxon\'s Numbers be their Pride,\nYou\'re stronger far, for God is on your Side\nAbundantly your Loss is thus Supply\'d.\nArise, and let the Britons Courage take,\nTheir Arms shall drive th\' advancing Saxon back. \nThe Prince with Raphael\'s heav\'nly Message cheer\'d,\nOcta\'s unequal force, no longer fear\'d.\nHis chearful Looks the drooping Britons saw,\nAnd thence reviving Warmth, and Courage draw.\nHis God-like Language calms their troubled Minds,\nAnd with its Charms reluctant Passions binds.\nHe to their frozen Veins new Life procures,\nDispels their Doubts, and fainting Hopes assures.\nThe Britons that before did scarecely dare\nT\'expect it, now resolve to meet the War.\nThey now no more the Fears of Danger own,\nWhile Heav\'n assists, and Arthur leads them on. \nMean time illboding Prodigies affright\nKing Octa, and disswade his Men from Fight,\nThe Birds of Heav\'n the gazing Augurs scare,\nCrossing with inauspicious Flights the Air!\nThe Fowl as sacred kept, projected Meat,\nColdly regard, and sullenly retreat.\nFrom hollow Oaks, obscene Night Ravens sung,\nAnd clustring Bees upon their Ensigns hung.\nBullocks with Garlands crown\'d reluctant come,\nBreak from the Altar, and run lowing home.\nNear silver Thamisis sweet Banks, there stood\nAwful for solemn Shade, a lofty Wood.\nWhere they ador\'d their God Irmansul nam\'d,\nA war-like Idol, thro\' Germania fam\'d.\nHis Right Hand did a flowry Garland bear,\nHis Left held up a Balance in the Air.\nHis Breast a grisly Bear\'s fierce Figure bore,\nAnd in his Shield a Lyon seem\'d to roar.\nFresh gather\'d Flowers dispers\'d in Heaps around,\nGay Superstition, paint their sacred Ground.\nHither the Saxons, and their Priests repair,\nT\'atone their God, with Victims and with Prayer.\nHis Aid against the Britons to invoke,\nWhile the tall Oaks with Clouds of Incense smoak.\nThe Priests the Wood to burn the Victim lay,\nAnd a crown\'d Bullock at the Altar slay.\nTheir reeking Hands, ransack in vain the Breast,\nTo find the Heart of the prodigious Beast.\nThe Priests grow pale, and from their Altar start,\nFinding a Victim slain without a Heart. \nBut that which most the gazing Saxons scare,\nAre Armies seen engaging in the Air.\nThe highest ground of all th\' heavenly Way,\nThe Sun had gain\'d, darting a downright Ray.\nWhen two black Clouds appear\'d, one from the East\nThreat\'ning arose, the other from the West.\nThey stretcht their lowring Fronts across the Sky,\nAnd frowning, seem\'d each other to defy.\nBetween a Glade of free and open Air,\nDid, as betwixt two spacious Woods, appear.\nThen issuing from the Womb of either Cloud,\nTwo Armies met, and drawn in Battel stood.\nThe sick\'ning Sun shone with a gloomy Ray,\nScar\'d with the bloody Business of the Day.\nBetween them straight began a furious Fight,\nAnd glitt\'ring Arms supply\'d the want of Light.\nEager of Glory from Heroick Deeds,\nThe Airy Knights spur on their foaming Steeds.\nThey rush to Battel with a full Career,\nAnd tilting break their Lances in the Air.\nSwords clashing Swords, and Shields rencountring Shields,\nFill with the Din of War th\' Etherial Fields.\nVaulting the Air, thick Showers of Arrows fly,\nAnd warlike Labour troubles all the Sky.\nA Bloody Field was fought, and Heaps of Slain\nSeem\'d to o\'erspread the wide Etherial Plain.\nChariots o\'erturn\'d, and scatter\'d Harness by,\nSteeds, and dismounted Riders, mingled ly.\nFrom gaping Wounds, a Crimson Sea of Blood,\nAlong the Heav\'nly Pavement reeking flow\'d.\nAt last the Squadrons, in the Eastern Sky\nFell in Disorder, and began to fly.\nThe Conquerours hung upon their Backs, and chas\'d\nTheir Troops, with mighty Rout thro\' all the Wast\nInto the Clouds and Heav\'nly Wilds they fled,\nAnd left upon the Bloody Field their Dead.\nNext off the Theater the Victors go,\nAnd into shapeless Air dissolving flow.\nThe lab\'ring Scene, and Actors disappear\'d,\nAnd of the War the Airy Stage was clear\'d. \nOcta that view\'d th\' important Prodigy,\nTrembled to see the Eastern Army fly.\nHe wisely hid his Fears within his Breast,\nAnd to his Captains thus himself exprest.\nLet not vain Prodigies the Saxons scare,\nForm\'d by the wanton Demons of the Air.\nWrapt in dark Clouds, the Will of Heav\'n\'s conceal\'d,\nTo Mortals only by th\' Event reveal\'d.\nThink not fantastick Portents can declare\nThe Fate of Kingdoms, and Results of War.\nThese only weak, and vulgar Minds affright,\nLike Phantoms, borrowing Horrour from the Night.\nWhich, as capricious Nature\'s Play, the wise\nFrom timerous Superstition free, despise.\nThe valiant on their Arms make Fortune wait,\nAnd carve out to themselves propitious Fate.\nNeglect these Dreams, the Gods are ever kind\nTo the best Troops, and to th\' undaunted Mind.\nGreat Cæsar thus contemn\'d his Augurs Tales,\nFights, and o\'er Foes, and Portents too, prevails.\nThus Octa strove their Passion to appease,\nAnd give them what himself enjoy\'d not, Ease. \nAt a small Village now unknown by Name,\nThere dwelt a Sorcerer of wondrous Fame.\nThe Pagan Briton Merlin, that of late\nFor his dire Art, driv\'n from the British State;\nDid with the Pagan Saxons safely dwell,\nAnd kept his Correspondence up with Hell.\nWith potent Juices, and infernal Charms,\nThe black Magician, Plagues, and Mortal Harms,\nAnd various Kinds of Mischiefs did inflict\nOn those, whom Heav\'n was pleas\'d he should afflict.\nHe in the silent Night while Mortals sleep,\nBy Hedg-rows, Lakes, or o\'er the Hills would creep.\nTo gather baleful Herbs, with which he drew\nFamiliar Fiends, that round, like Ravens, flew.\nMounting his Magick Wand, he thro\' the Air\nTo rich Nocturnal Feasts would oft repair,\nSpread on green Hills, or near some shady Wood,\nOr Grassy Banks of some sweet River\'s Flood;\nWhere when th\' infernal Company are met,\nRich Meats, and Wines on stately Tables set\nThey seem to taste, and by the Moon\'s pale Light,\nSpend in Fantastick Luxury, the Night.\nBut from th\' imaginary Banquet come,\nAt the grey Dawning, lank and meagre, home. \nKing Octa\'s Servants at their Lord\'s Command,\nWith their unrighteous Wages in their Hand,\nTo Merlin come, and soon prevaild to bring\nThe fam\'d Magician, to their anxious King.\nWhom Octa thus bespoke,\nThe Miracles, your sacred Art has shown,\nMake you thro\' all the wondring Island known.\nLet your prodigious Power my Army Guard,\nHonour and Riches shall be your Reward.\nThe Foe we\'ll now engage, but let him first\nBe here by you, and your Enchantments curst.\nCurse then this impious Enemy your Breath\nWill blast their Strength, and fatal prove as Death.\nYour Curse and that of Fate, is deem\'d the same.\nAnd whom you bless the World does blest proclaim.\nAssault their Camp with all your magick Powers,\nYou\'ll curse your mortal Foes, as well, as ours.\nRevenge your Wrongs, and by your potent Charms,\nDraw off the Guardian Gods, that help their Arms.\nCome with me then, I will a Mountain shew,\nFrom whose high Top you may their Army view.\nThere we\'ll atone the Gods with Prayer and thence\nYou shall your Curses on the Foe dispense. \nThen Octa to a Mount the Sorc\'rer led,\nWhence thro\' the Vale he saw the Britons spred.\nSeven Altars they erect, and in the Flames,\nSeven Bullocks sacrifice, and seven Rams.\nHere Octa and his Lords, their Gods ador\'d,\nAnd kneeling round the Flames, their Aid implor\'d.\nAt last, the Night advancing to her Noon,\nMerlin conducted by the silver Moon,\nFrom Octa, to a neighb\'ring Hill withdraws,\nT\'observe infernal Rites, and magick Laws.\nHe seeks out noxious Plants, whose powerful Juice,\nMagicians for their strong Enchantments use.\nGreen Henbane, Wormwood, Hemlock, Savine Tops,\nIn whose prest Juice he dipt his magick Sops;\nWith Plants that to the Moon their Vertue owe,\nAnd Toadstools, that from Storms of Thunder grow.\nWhich mixt with humane Fat, red Hair, and Blood,\nHe offers up cast on the Burning Wood.\nThen with his potent Wand, he walks around,\nAnd with dire Circles, marks th\' enchanted ground.\nThen did he with a mutt\'ring Voice rehearse\nWondrous, mysterious Words, and potent Verse.\nTh\' infernal Charms all Nature did affright,\nThe waning Moon straight sickned at the Sight.\nThe Hill with Horror trembled, and around\nWith howling Wolves the neighb\'ring Woods resound.\nThen Storms of Rain ensue, swift Lightnings fly,\nAnd dreadful Thunderclaps torment the Sky.\nSpectres, and Ghosts break from their hollow Tomb,\nAnd glaring round the Necromancer come.\nAll Hell was mov\'d, the Powers drawn from their Seats\nArise, while Merlin his dire words repeats.\nWhom with his Charms he labours to engage\nAgainst the Britons, and excites their Rage.\nHis powerful Arts incline them to employ\nUnited force, their Army to destroy.\nBut Hell and all its Friends, vain Rage express,\nAnd Curse in vain, when Heav\'en designs to Bless.\nMerlin his impious Ceremonies done,\nReturns to Octa with the rising Sun.\nBefore the Saxon Lords he stood, prepar\'d\nTo Curse their Foes, and merit his Reward.\nWhen the Magician\'s Breast an unknown Fire\nLaps\'d from above did suddenly inspire.\nA warmth Divine his Spirits did invade,\nAnd once a Sorcerer, a Prophet made.\nThe Heav\'nly Fury Merlin did constrain\nTo Bless, whom he to Curse design\'d in vain. \nHow Beautiful the Briton\'s Tents appear?\nWhat goodly Heads his Tabernacles Rear?\nAs the rich Vales they spread their verdant Pride,\nOr flowry Gardens by the River\'s side.\nAs shady Aloes in th\' Arabian Woods,\nOr lofty Cedars planted by the Floods.\nIndulgent Heav\'n upon the Briton pours\nProlifick Dews, and sweet refreshing Showers.\nHis Seed shall flourish midst surrounding Streams,\nBlest with mild Air, and pure reviving Beams.\nHis Prince\'s Glory, shall his People\'s Love,\nAnd Neighbour Monarchs Fear, and Envy, move.\nHe, like a fearless Unicorn shall stand,\nSure of his strength, and all the Fields command.\nThose hostile Nations who oppose his Power,\nHe with resistless Fury shall devour.\nHe\'ll break their crashing Bones, his Bow he\'ll bend,\nAnd thro\' their Flesh, his piercing Arrows send.\nHe couches like a Lyon on the Sand,\nLike a vast Lyon in a Desart Land.\nStretching his fearful Limbs at Ease he lies,\nWhat Creature dares provoke him to arise?\nBless him, and be of happy Men the first,\nCurse him, and thou thy self shalt be accurst. \nHe ceas\'d. King Octa tho incens\'d, supprest\nHis Trouble and Displeasure in his Breast,\nAnd to the Sorcerer, thus himself addrest.\nBy solemn Execrations, to devote\nThe Britons to Destruction, you were sought.\nBut, you this impious Nation chuse to Bless,\nAnd all your Words presage their Arms success.\nWithdraw a second time, perhaps you\'ll find\nThe Gods, by your Enchantments more inclin\'d.\nPerhaps some Errour might at first displease,\nA second Essay will the Powers appease. \nThe Sorcerer a second time retreats,\nAnd all his potent Charms with Care repeats.\nHe added ev\'ry poisonous Juice, and Spell\nHe knew had force to shake the Realms of Hell.\nMerlin his impious Rites perform\'d, returns,\nAnd acted by Satanick Fury burns.\nAll Hell within shook the Magician\'s Breast,\nBut by a Power Divine straight dispossest;\nTh\'affrighted Demons fled, and in their stead\nA pure Celestial Spirit did succeed.\nTransports Divine, his lab\'ring Soul engage,\nAnd thus he spake, mov\'d with Prophetick Rage.\nIn vain with Divination, we assail\nThe Christian Arms, where all Enchantments fail.\nOur Curses by the powerful Breath of Heav\'n,\nBack on our Heads, with fatal Force are driv\'n.\nThose God has blest, no Guards nor Bulwarks need,\nNor can their Arms, whom he has curst, succeed,\nUnchangeably he\'s on his Purpose bent,\nNor do\'s he, like unstable Man, repent.\nThe Christian Army will prevail, that said,\nObserving Octa\'s Fury rise, he fled. \nThe King incens\'d, cry\'d, curst Magician fly,\nSpite of thy Charms, and thee, shall Victory,\nAnd Triumph, on the Saxon Arms attend,\nAgainst such Troops what Signs can ill portend?\nThy impious Tongue Propitious Heav\'n belies;\nAnd for the Britons forges Prophecies.\nThy self of British Blood, the British Cause\nStronger than Wrongs, or ev\'n Religion draws.\nSo oft poor Slaves, who to a neighb\'ring State\nFly for Protection from a Tyrants Hate,\nIf he does War against those Neighbours wage,\nAnd with his Arms, upon their Frontiers rage.\nJoy at th\' Oppressor\'s Conquests and Success,\nAgainst their own Protector\'s, they express. \nOcta at this Defeat with Fury burn\'d,\nAnd to his Army with his Lords return\'d.\nAmidst his Troops he rode, and thus he spoke,\nHis Voice high rais\'d their Courage to provoke.\nSaxons, you now to certain Conquest go,\nTo glean the Reliques of a ruin\'d Foe.\nThe Gods do loudly for your cause declare,\nAnd call you, but to finish their own War.\nThink on the Deeds by your great Nation done\nThe Towns they took, their glorious Battles won,\nAnd the Rich Countries by their Arms o\'er run,\nFrom this fair Island shall the Britons chase,\nFrom these sweet Fields, great Odin\'s warlike Race?\nFrom these sweet Fields, for which our Leaders fought,\nWhich with the noblest Saxon Blood were bought.\nShall we with ignominious Flight retreat,\nO\'er the rough Main, to seek some milder Seat?\nOr shall we back to our cold Region go,\nTo hide in Caves, and dwell Hills of Snow?\nCan my victorious Friends the Britons dread,\nWho from your conquering Arms so oft have fled,\nA vanquish\'d Nation, by an Exile led?\nAppear like Saxons, add this Conquest more,\nTo all th\' immortal Laurels won before.\nThus you\'ll the Grounds of lasting Empire lay,\nAnd still the Briton shall your Laws obey.\nVain with Success at Sea, they draw their Swords,\nAnd for Dominion strive with us, their Lords.\nLet now your Arms chastise their wanton Pride,\nAnd then in unmolested Peace abide.\nHe said, and brandish\'d his threatning Launce,\nAnd springing forward, bids his Men advance. \nNow from the Hills th\' embattel\'d Saxon Swarms,\nAnd covers all the Plain with hostile Arms.\nAs when the great Commanders, Orders give\nTo quit the straight Dominions of their Hive,\nThe Bees pour out a numerous Colony;\nFrom their sweet Cells, the busie Youth on high\nWheel in the Air, and darken all the Sky.\nWhile brazen Pans charm and compose their Heat,\nIn some tall neighb\'ring Tree they fix their Seat.\nThither th\' unnumber\'d Vulgar straight resort,\nAnd clustring Crowds, surround their Monarch\'s Court.\nSo thick the Saxons on the Field appear,\nFollowing their Leader with an endless Rear.\nThe gloomy Throngs look terrible from far,\nDisclosing slow, the horrid Face, of War.\nThe thick Battalions move in dreadful Form,\nAs lowring Clouds advance before a Storm.\nSo when the Sea grown black, the hazy Sky,\nAnd rising Winds, foretel a Tempest nigh.\nTh\' experienc\'d Mariners with hasty care\nFurl their spread Sails, and for a Storm prepare.\nStraight in the black Horizon, to the Skies\nThe dusky Billows threat\'ning Heads arise.\nTh\' unnumber\'d Troops upon each others throng,\nAnd with a gloomy Aspect march along.\nAdvancing, they their boundless Front extend\nO\'er all the Main, and fearful Wreck portend.\nThe Saxon Host thus in its March appears,\nAnd where it came, thick Groves of bristling Spears,\nBroad Iron Backs, and Breast-plates, brazen Shields,\nMail-Coats, and burnish\'d Helms o\'erspread the Fields.\nChariots of War in Clouds of Dust advance,\nAnd tossing up their Foam, the thundring Coursers Prance.\nTheir Army\'s Wings stretcht out, they to the Foes\nA long extended Ridge of War oppose.\nThe British Squadrons tho outnumber\'d far,\nRun boldly on the horrid Edge of War.\nTo make their Front, the thin Battalions ran,\nBut stretcht not equal to the Saxon Van.\nBoth Armies thus, rang\'d in Battalia stood,\nAnd Death prepar\'d her thirsty Jaws for Blood. \nFrom the Celestial Host, a glorious Band\nOf Seraphs was detach\'d by high Command.\nHither the shining Warriours did repair,\nAnd drawn in long Array, stood in the Air.\nTheir Blades divinely temper\'d flam\'d on high,\nAnd blazing Shields inlighten all the Sky;\nImpenetrable Shields, drawn from the Towers\nOf Heav\'n\'s high Ars\'nal, fill\'d with warlike Stores.\nTh\' Angelick Cuirassiers, in Armour shone\nOf Adamant, from Rocks Empyreal hewn.\nHigh milk white Plumes, like Snowy Clouds arise,\nFrom their bright Crests, and Nod against the Skies.\nRich Helmets, of Immortal beaten Gold\nAdorn their Heads, Brass of Etherial mould\nRefin\'d above, their joynted Gauntlets made;\nBrass, that the Teeth of Time can ne\'er invade.\nBroad silver Belts richly embroider\'d o\'er,\nRare Seraphs work, their shining Shoulders bore\nAnd round them Sky-dy\'d Purple Scarfs they wore.\nMichael a Prince in Heav\'n of first renown,\nWho, like a Sun, high in his Chariot shone;\nThis bright Detachment did in Chief Command,\nCharg\'d to maintain strict Guard, and to withstand\nTh\' Attempts, that might by Hellish Fiends be made,\nSent by their Prince the Christian to invade. \nWhile Lucifer on the white Mountain\'s Head,\nHis black, Infernal Crew about him spread;\nWith Malice, Rage, and Pride extended sate\nHigh on his dusky Throne, resolv\'d to wait,\nAnd see, if this important Day\'s Event,\nWould answer with success, his curst intent. \nIn glitt\'ring Arms the dazling Prince appears,\nBefore his Troops, the Saxon sees, and fears.\nHis Helm of polish\'d Steel brac\'d round his Head,\nDid o\'er the Field, a glorious Terrour spread.\nBright Stones, and high rais\'d Needle Work adorn\nThe shining Belt across his Shoulders worn.\nHis fatal Sword, the Bane of Gothick Pride,\nWith fearful Grace hung by his warlike Side.\nOdar the Neustrian of this famous Blade\nInur\'d to Victory, a Present made\nTo Arthur, when from Albion first he came,\nTo Odar\'s Camp, to win Heroick Fame.\nLodar did with this Gift King Odar grace,\nA valiant Hero of the Neustrian Race.\nHis radiant Shield, of Brass its outmost Fold,\nTh\' inmost temper\'d Steel, the midst of Gold,\nWas the rare Work of Lycon\'s skilful Toil,\nFrom which unpeirc\'d, the sharpest Darts recoil.\nBright, like a Sun, it did fierce Glory dart,\nWhere might be seen pourtray\'d with wondrous Art,\nStrong Towns besieg\'d, and famous Battels won,\nAnd great Exploits by ancient Heros done;\nWho to defend their Country, bravely fought,\nBy Men inspir\'d, in sacred Volumes wrote. \nHere th\' Israelites, kind Heav\'n\'s peculiar Care,\nTheir famous Gen\'ral Joshua leads to War.\nThe Rocky Desart past with wondrous Toil,\nWith Marches worn, and heavy with the Spoil\nFrom vanquish\'d Baashan and King Sihon won,\nWhere their illustrious Triumphs first begun,\nAdvance their Ensigns, Canaan to invade,\nRipe by their full grown Sins for Conquest made.\nTo Jordan\'s Streams they come, straight to his Head\nHis Waves roll\'d back, obsequious Jordan fled.\nThe naked Channel shews his sandy Face,\nAnd gives the Fav\'rite Nation leave to pass.\nTh\' astonish\'d Canaanites, like Jordan, fly,\nAnd weep to see their Guardian River dry. \nHere valiant Gideon, with his Troop by Night,\nMarch\'d out t\'attack the haughty Midianite.\nThe Foe, like Locusts, numberless was pour\'d\nAround the Vale, and all its Fruits devour\'d.\nBut dreading Gideon\'s Arms, the Spoilers fly,\nAnd by his Sword, and by their own, they die.\nKing Zeba, and Zalmunna, with a throng\nOf Captive Princes, draw their Chains along. \nHere in the plain, stretcht like some spacious Wood,\nIn long Array, the throng\'d Philistines stood.\nGoliah issuing from their opening Files,\nOf Bulk stupendous, hideous with the Spoils\nOf yellow Lyons slain, and shaggy Bears,\nTowring before their shouting Host, appears.\nWith haughty Air, the wondrous Figure strode,\nHis Sword his Trust, and his right Hand his God.\nBeneath his Weight the Vally seem\'d to shake,\nBut his pale Foes did more than seem to quake\nGnashing his Teeth the grinning Monster stood,\nHimself an Army, and his Spear a Wood.\nSufficient Stores whole Mines could scarcely yield,\nFor his wide Cuirass, and prodigious Shield.\nWhere Figures pourtray\'d of fierce Monsters shone,\nBut none so fierce, and monstrous as his own.\nHigh in the Clouds his brazen Helm did show\nLike some vast Temple\'s gilded Cupilo.\nHis mighty Legs, that brazen Boots embrac\'d,\nTall Pillars seem\'d, with Corinth Mettal cas\'d.\nThus arm\'d he stood, and by his Mein did seem\nTo curse aloud, to threaten and blaspheme.\nHis beck\'ning Hand held proudly up, invites\nTo combate, all the trembling Hebrew Knights.\nTho vast of Bulk he bigger swells with Pride,\nHe curst their Army, and their Gods defy\'d.\nHere, God-like David, in the flowry Bloom\nOf Youth, and Beauty, brings the Monster\'s Doom.\nTo kindle Love, or Pity fitter far,\nThen the rough Passions, that attend on War.\nAnd likelier by his Youth\'s engaging Charms,\nTo wound the Anakite, then with his Arms.\nYet bravely he embrac\'d th\' unequal War,\nAnd scorn\'d his Rage that curst him from afar.\nThe fatal Stone by the young Hero slung,\nCut thro\' the Air, and sure of Triumph sung.\nIt pierc\'d the Cyclops Head, his Carcass fell\nSwift to the Ground, his Soul, as swift to Hell.\nFaln on his Face, he bites the trembling Ground.\nAnd Brains, and Gore break thro\' the gaping Wound.\nWallowing he lay a vast extended Load,\nLike a great Island, in a Sea of Blood.\nHis ghastly Eye-balls strive with parting Light,\nAnd swim, and roll into eternal Night.\nHere Saul receiv\'d the charming conquering Boy,\nThe Captains blush\'d for Shame, and wept for Joy.\nHis Brothers griev\'d to see the glorious Day,\nPrompted with Pride, and Envy shrunk away.\nHere Judah\'s Daughter flowry Garlands bring,\nThey crown young David, and presage him King.\nIn Songs and Dances they his Deeds proclaim,\nAnd Saul\'s is lessen\'d, to advance his Fame. \nHere mighty Sampson, hot with Martial Rage,\nA numerous Army does alone engage.\nHis Sword high wav\'d, reeking in Sweat and Blood,\nO\'er slaughter\'d Heaps, th\' invading Conqueror strode.\nHis fatal Arms, his Foes no longer bear,\nBut their whole Host flies from his single Spear.\nConfus\'dly o\'er the Field lay spread about,\nWide Ruin, Spoils, and ignominious Rout. \nHere valiant David\'s Troops victorious come,\nFrom their Assyrian Expedition home.\nVast were the Spoils, which from the glorious Day\nWon on Damascus\'s Plains, they bore away.\nKing Hadadezer\'s Arms in Triumph born,\nAnd Purple Robes by their soft Princes worn,\nAnd sparkling Gems, that did their Ears adorn.\nRich Collars, Chains, and blazing Shields of Gold,\nVast Silver Bowls, that richer Metal hold.\nHigh gilded Dishes, graven or emboss\'d,\nTreasure immense, that Syria had engross\'d.\nPurple Pavilions once in lofty Rows,\nAnd Crimson Beds, where Monarchs did repose.\nUnnumber\'d Camels, laden and opprest,\nWith all th\' Luxury of the wanton East,\nBeneath the Booty groan\'d along the Road,\nThemselves a Prey, as was their precious Load.\nHere ran gilt Chariots drawn by generous Steeds,\nSuch as the noble Soil of Asia breeds.\nHere Royal Captives, and chain\'d Lords appear,\nAnd vulgar Slaves, prest with an endless Reer. \nHere the great Constantine of British Race,\nO\'er Tyber\'s Bridge, does fierce Maxentius chase.\nWith Roman blood the swelling Rivers dy\'d,\nAnd Helms, and Shields swim down the Crimson Tyde.\nSpears, broken Armour, Men, and Coursers slain,\nThe Streams encumber, and the Flood detain.\nGreat Constantine in glitt\'ring Armour shines,\nAnd pressing on, breaks thro\' the Roman Lines.\nMaxentius Hopes are blasted in the Bloom,\nHe flies, and opens wide the Gates of Rome,\nTo the Victorious Christian, and his God,\nWhere for a while, he made his blest abode. ",0 +1132,Amy_Diamond___Another_Day,sad, "Another Day \nI\'m sorry for all the words I didn\'t say\nIt\'s too late, cause now you\'re gone so far away\nI feel like I\'m lost, with nothing left but shattered dreams\nI\'m so lonely, I\'m holding on to memories \n \nBut then I feel your love surrounding me\nAnd it takes away the pain inside of me\nI believe, I believe we\'ll be together\n \nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we\'ll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway\nAnother day \n \nOh darling, we may be so far apart\nBut I know that you\'ll always stay inside my heart\nForever, cause you\'re the only love I known\nTogether, I\'ll never have to be alone \n \nYour spirit gives me hope to carry on\nNow I understand that even though you\'re gone\nLife goes on, life goes on without you, baby \n \nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we\'ll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway \n \n \nAnother day, another time and place\nSomewhere, someway, we\'ll meet another day\nAnother day belongs to you and me\nSomewhere, someway\nAnother day ",1 +59,A_Fine_Frenzy___Lifesize,happy, "Lifesize \nWe stood so tall we caught a plane\nBy the wing and held it safe\nUntil we found it a place to land\nWe laid across the ocean wide\nBridged the gap in record time\nThe people traveled across and\nKissed our hands \n \nAll for love, we become\nLarger than lifesize, wondersome\nGreat in the eyes of someone\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone\n \nWe smiled so bright the sun went down\nRose above the maddening crowd\nWe lit the streets with the sweetest glow\nWe held the globe and made it turn\nWandered through the universe\nThe men of science observed through telescopes \n \nAll for love, we become\nLarger than lifesize, wondersome\nGreat in the eyes of someone\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone \n \nLarger than lifesize, we become\nLarger than lifesize we become\nGreat in the eyes of someone ",0 +311,Ace_of_Base___Angel_Eyes,happy, "Angel Eyes \nI know that I\'m not the first one\nYou had love in your path before me\nBut when your lips touched my lips\nIt felt like I was kissing destiny \n \nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don\'t want to hear your story\n\'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nI am in love\n \nI believe in what I\'m feeling\nI\'d give everything up just for you\nLove is devoted to those who see\nThat the last dance, you dance with the truth \n \nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don\'t want to hear your story\n\'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nAngel eyes\nAngel eyes, just want you here to hold me Mm\nAngel eyes\nAngel eyes, with your angel eyes\nWill you always be there to hold me? Mm\nAngel eyes, I am satisfied\nI don\'t want to hear your story\n\'Cause I can see the things I really want to see\nI am in love 1 ",0 +4171,Breathe_Carolina___Hello_Fascination,happy, "Hello Fascination \n[Pre-Chorus: David Schmitt]\nHere\'s to you\nGlorify\nMy darlings\nAre you satisfied?\nHere\'s to you\nCriticize\nMy darlings, are you satisfied?\n \nYou\'re buildin\' me up just to break me down\nYou\'re being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination \n[Verse 1: Kyle Even, Kyle Even & David Schmitt]\nYou\'ve dug my grave\nBut I pushed you in it\nI didn\'t give life to you\nBut you took it from me\nBut now I\'m taking it back\nI know you wanna\nP-Push me \n[Pre-Chorus: David Schmitt]\nHere\'s to you\nGlorify\nMy darlings\nAre you satisfied?\nHere\'s to you\nCriticize\nMy darlings, are you satisfied? \n \nYou\'re buildin\' me up just to break me down\nYou\'re being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination\n [Verse 2: David Schmitt, Kyle Even]\nYou\'re questioning the answers of the faith you\'ve put in me\nYou\'re questioning the answers of the faith you\'ve put in me\nYou\'ve dug my grave\nYou\'ve dug my grave \n[Chorus: David Schmitt, Kyle Even]\nYou\'re buildin\' me up just to break me down\nYou\'re being loud without a sound\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination P-Push me\nYou\'re buildin\' me up just to break me down\nYou\'re being loud without a sound P-Push me\nYou pasted me in just to cut me out\nHello fascination \n \nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nHello fascination\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nYou\'re buildin\' me up\nWoah\nJust to break me down\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nWoah\nHello fascination4 ",0 +7045,Diablo___Resign_From_Life,anger, "Resign From Life So here I am, conjuring the ghost of Cain\nI was born into this world\nOne foot in the grave\nBut you can still see the grin on my face \nSoon I will come and go\nOut of order, raving through the show\nTrembling hands, smell of death\nI disregard bone and flesh \nNo matter what I do, no matter how hard I try\nYou still cannot face what I have become\nIt\'s never me, it\'s never you\nThere\'s nothing else, there\'s nothing new\nBut I\'ve just got one more thing to say:\n Yes, I am my brother\'s keeper \nHey, now I have reached the point\nWhere there\'s nothing left to say\nI am crusading on this serpent of disgrace\nLife, just one more\nJust one more connection to let go\nWell, let\'s propose a toast for the loss! \nDestiny waits for no one\nAnd now my time is near\nI will resign, resign from life \nNow I have given all the excuses I could give\nStill you try to read between the lines\nKeep acting like you knew it all \nNo matter what I do, no matter how hard I try\nYou still cannot face what I have become\nIt\'s never me, it\'s never you\nThere\'s nothing else, there\'s nothing new\nBut I\'ve just got one more thing to say:\n Yes, I am my brother\'s keeper \nHey, now I have reached the point\nWhere there\'s nothing left to say\nI am crusading on this serpent of disgrace\nLife, just one more\nJust one more connection to let go\nWell, let\'s propose a toast for the loss!\nLet\'s propose a toast for the loss ",3 +8811,Faith_No_More___From_Out_Of_Nowhere,anger, "From Out of Nowhere \nTossed into my mind\nStirring the calm\nYou splash me with beauty\nAnd pull me down \n \n\'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare \n \nObsession rules me\nI\'m yours from the start\nI know you see me\nOur eyes interlock\n \n\'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare \n \nOne minute here and one minute there\nDon\'t know if I\'ll laugh or cry\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd then you wave good-bye... \n \nSifting to the bottom\nEvery day for two\nAll energy funnels\nAll becomes you \n \n\'Cause you come from out of nowhere\nMy glance turns to a stare \n \nOne minute here and one minute there\nDon\'t know if I\'ll laugh or cry\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd it hurts inside\nOne minute here and one minute there\nAnd then you wave good-bye...\n Goodbye3 ",3 +6771,Deadlock___To_Where_The_Skies_Are_Blue,calm, "To Where The Skies Are Blue Sun goes down once again\nWhile I sit here and feel the tears\nRunning down my cheeks\nNo I am not afraid of the dark\nBut the darker it gets the more I realize\nThat there is no one to depend on\nNo one to believe in\nAnd so I wait to die here all alone\nLike the daylight dies while it is fading away\nBecause nobody knows for sure\nThat the sun will burn through that cold night once more\n…To where the skies are blue… \nSo I pray for someone\nTo come and make my life seem like it\'s still worth living it\nSo I pray for you to come\nTo push me out from that darkness\nAnd take me to that place where the skies are always blue....\nNothing destroys me more than the thought of loosing this feeling\nNothing completes me more like you do\nAnd so I wait to die here all alone\nLike the daylight dies while it is fading away\nBecause nobody knows for sure\nThat the sun will burn through that cold night once more\nBut still the hardest things to say\nAre the words that mean the most\nSo come on angel, say that you\nLove me and nothing in this\nWorld will ever scare me again\nTake me to where the skies are always blue...",2 +5065,Cece_Winans___Listen_With_Your_Heart,anger, "Listen With Your Heart When you can\'t find your way through the night\nWhen you\'ve lost touch and nothing\'s feeling right\nYou can\'t find that path that leads you home\nYou don\'t know which road, which road to choose\nThat\'s when you\'ve got to \nListen with your heart\nListen to your soul\nInside you\'ll find the answer\nTo take you to the place you need to go\nListen with your heart\nListen and your heart will let you know\nNo matter where you are\nThe truth is never far\nJust listen and your heart will lead you home\nAnd when this world has got your mind confused\nFeels like your faith has just run out on you\nYou can find that faith inside your soul\nThe strength you need lies deep, lies deep in you\nThat\'s why you\'ve got to \nCHORUS \nWe all lose our way sometimes\nWe all lose our faith sometimes\nBut if you just believe and just be strong\nTrust your heart\nYour heart won\'t do you wrong\nYour heart won\'t do you wrong \nCHORUS",3 +7628,EPMD___Rampage,happy, "Rampage \nYeah, uh, funk, record mode Yeah\nSlow down, baby Uh\nSlow down, baby Uh\nSlow down, baby Yeah, uh\nSlow down, baby Yeah\nLL Cool J in the house, you know what I\'m sayin\'? Slow down, baby\nEPMD in effect, snappin\' necks, cashin\' large checks Slow down, baby\nAll the non-believers can cold get the dick, you know what I\'m sayin\'? Slow down, baby\n\'Cause this the daddy mack, king of the bozack\nAll my friends knows that Slow down, baby\nMixed and mastered down to the all that Slow down, baby\nAs I kick it like this Slow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\n \n\'Cause we can get rugged, tough, hard like P\nTried to play my man, but you couldn\'t touch me\nYou faggot, no comp\' rapper on a quest\nTo get your head flown, boy, you must be loccin\' sess\n\'Cause many often wonder is MD paid?\nYou\'re goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way\n\'Cause I clock G\'s while you clock Z\'s\nAnd I don\'t smoke crack, I smoke MCs\nSo pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note\nWhile rappers suffer from bleedin\', sprains, and slit throats\n\'Cause my style deadly, psychopath, schizophrenic\nA rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic\n\'Cause I clock pesos, don\'t sell yayo\n\'Nother word for cocaine, mi amigo\nThat\'s Spanish, terminology for friend\nNow sit back and ride my bozack as I send\nBass funk with beats that thump\nFor kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk\nMy system\'s crankin\', my headlights are blinkin\'\nBrothers ridin\' my tip, L, and at the same time thinkin\', damn\nHow could a brother be so nice?\n\'Cause I\'m the capital P-E twice, M-D-E twice\nI choose to squeeze, some choose to fight\nI like to write, but then again some bite\nAnd while you was bangin\' on tables\nI was bangin\' Snow White, P\n \nYeah, slow down, baby Yeah\nSlow down, baby Uh, yeah\nSlow down, baby\nUh, slow down, baby \n \nThe Ripper, the master, the overlordian\nPlaying MCs like an old accordion\nI get the inspiration from unnecessary station\nThem sayin\' I was vacationin\'\nYou can\'t quote with your weaker throats\nTryin\' to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes\nMajor MCs become minor B-flats\nSo retire the mic, get your chains and your bats\nHere\'s your chance to advance, get in your stance\nI shoot the holster off your cowboy pants\nPure entertainment, tonight\'s your arraignment\nYou\'re guilty, face down on the pavement\nNo holds barred, it\'s time to get scarred\nYou and your squad better praise the real god\nThe undertaker, droppin\' thunder on fakers\nWhen it comes to , I\'m as freaky as Seka\nSo lay the mic down slow and careful\n\'Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful\nA clip to slip in and start rippin\'\nDivin\' and dippin\' and givin\' punks a whippin\' Aw, shit\nJust in case you wanna go a few rounds or so\nI\'m down so that you clowns\'ll know\nMe gettin\' burnt or hurt won\'t be tolerated\nI got rhymes up the, huh, forget it, I\'m constipated, L\n \nSlow down, baby Uh, yeah\nSlow down, baby Yeah\nSlow down, baby\nE Double in the house Yeah \n \nWhen I come around, homeboy, watch your nuggets\nA master on the beatdown, my style\'s rugged\nWhen I attack the microphone, close the zone\nRap sees danger, can\'t roam\nSecurity\'s packed in, wall-to-wall, can\'t fall\nMy rap tank is full, so I can\'t stall\nMy microphone is filled with premium\nAny wack MC that flexes, I\'m creamin\' him\nNot with lotion, bust the motion\nFlotation when I rock on the mic, I\'m like coastin\'\nI\'m unique, fatigued\nAt my peak, you still seek\nA style, 'cause yours extra weak\nNew method to rip the stage at my age\nAnd get loose and kick like Bruce in a rage\nI\'m on a rampage \n \nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby \n \nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby\nSlow down, baby2 ",0 +6069,Cult_Of_Luna___Marching_To_The_Heartbeats,sad, "Marching to the Heartbeats The sun, the light in your eyes, trapped me in a cage\nWhen you saw me you saw yourself\nWe were the ones that marched and fell ",1 +6432,Dar_Williams___The_Christians_And_The_Pagans,happy, "The Christians and the Pagans \nAmber called her uncle\nSaid, We\'re up here for the holiday\nJane and I were having Solstice\nNow we need a place to stay \nAnd her Christ-loving uncle\nWatched his wife hang Mary on a tree\nHe watched his son hang candy canes\nAll made with red dye number three\nHe told his niece, It\'s Christmas Eve\nI know our life is not your style \nShe said Christmas is like Solstice\nAnd we miss you and it\'s been a while \n \nSo the Christians and the Pagans\nSat together at the table\nFinding faith and common ground\nThe best that they were able\nAnd just before the meal was served\nHands were held and prayers were said\nSending hope for peace on earth\nTo all their gods and goddesses \n \nThe food was great, the tree plugged in\nThe meal had gone without a hitch\n\'Til Timmy turned to Amber and said\n Is it true that you\'re a witch? \nHis mom jumped up and said The pies are burning \nAnd she hit the kitchen\nAnd it was Jane who spoke\nShe said, It\'s true your cousin\'s not a Christian\nBut we love trees, we love the snow\nThe friends we have, the world we share\nAnd you find magic from your God\nAnd we find magic everywhere \n \nSo the Christians Christians and the Pagans Pagans\nSat together Together at the table Ooh wah\nFinding faith Halle- and common ground Lujah\nThe best that Halle- they were able Ooh wah\nAnd where does magic come from?\nI think magic\'s in the learning\n\'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans\nOnly pumpkin pies are burning\n \nWhen Amber tried to do the dishes\nHer aunt said, Really, no, don\'t bother \nAmber\'s uncle saw how Amber\nLooked like Tim and like her father\nHe thought about his brother\nHow they hadn\'t spoken in a year\nHe thought he\'d call him up and say\n It\'s Christmas and your daughter\'s here \nHe thought of fathers, sons and brothers\nSaw his own son tug his sleeve\nSaying Can I be a Pagan? \nDad said, We\'ll discuss it when they leave \n \nSo the Christians Christians and the Pagans Pagans\nSat together Together at the table Ooh wah\nFinding faith Halle- and common ground Lujah\nThe best that Halle- they were able Ooh wah\nLighting trees in darkness\nLearning new ways from the old\nAnd making sense of history\nAnd drawing warmth out of the cold ",0 +9099,Fiona_Apple___Love_Ridden,sad, "TranslationsFrançaisLove Ridden \nLove ridden, I\'ve looked at you\nWith the focus I gave to my birthday candles\nI\'ve wished on the lidded blue flames under your brow\nAnd, baby, I wished for you \n \nNobody sees when you are lyin\' in your bed\nAnd I wanna crawl in with you but I cry instead\nI want your warm but it will only make me colder when it\'s over\nSo I can\'t tonight, baby\n \nNo, not baby anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave \n \nMy hand won\'t hold you down no more\nThe path is clear to follow through\nI stood too long in the way of the door\nAnd now I\'m giving up on\nYou \n \nNo, not baby anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave\nNo, not baby anymore\nIf I need you, I\'ll just use your simple name\nOnly kisses on the cheek from now on\nAnd in a little while we\'ll only have to wave 5 ",1 +2086,Atomic_Kitten___If_You_Come_To_Me,happy, "If You Come to Me \nSo long ago\nI didn\'t have a care about me\nI didn\'t know my right from wrong\nBut now I know\nThat you got your love around me\nYou know it makes me feel so strong \n \nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it\'s real\nMaybe we can work it out\n\'Cause this is how I feel\n \nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI\'ll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you\'re away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nAnd if you come to me, you know I\'ll make it right \n[Verse 2: Natasha Hamilton]\nThroughout my life\nI\'d never thought I\'d have somebody\nNever thought I\'d have somebody\nSomeone to call my own\nAnd now I\'ve found\nA little bit of heaven, baby A little bit of heaven, baby\nA place to call my home \n \nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it\'s real\nMaybe we can work it out\n\'Cause this is how I feel\n \nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI\'ll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you\'re away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nAnd if you come to me, you know I\'ll make it right \n \nBaby, don\'t you know you gotta slow down?\nBefore you know, you gonna break down and turn around\nBefore you know, you go and break my heart\nWhen will you learn to be\nA little helpful when you think of me\nA little careful when you\'re close to me?\n\'Cause, baby, I loved you from the start \n \nBaby, if you turn around\nAnd prove to me it\'s real Yeah, yeah\nMaybe we can work it out\n\'Cause this is how I feel This is how I feel, this is how I feel\nI love you, baby\n \nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI\'ll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you\'re away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby\nI would die, I love you\nDo you know?\nWhen you go, when you give it all away\nI\'ll be there for you, care for you\nLove you everyday, oh, baby I would die\nAnd do you feel the same for me?\nAny day you\'re away and I feel a little low\nI would cry for you, die for you\nJust to let you know, oh, baby \n \nAnd if you come to me\nYou know I\'ll make it right ",0 +1708,Arab_Strap___Who_Named_The_Days,sad, "Who Named the Days? I never slam the door these days\nThen again, i\'m never here\nAnd you know where to find me\nWith my oldest friend I hold so dear \nWho named the days?\nWho named this mess?\nI don\'t care what she says\nI need to get out less \nMe and him go back a long way\nAnd his advice has always been shite\nBut he knows how to make me laugh\nI\'ve never bothered if he\'s right\nWho named the days?\nWho named this mess?\nI don\'t care what she says\nI need to get out less \nBut sometimes when I\'m with him\nI just stop being me\nAnd he knows, on my own, I could never be\nThe man he\'s always wanted me to be \nHe makes me treat girls like shit\nHe makes me lie to them and use them\nI think he loves to watch me playing games\nAnd he loves to watch me lose them",1 +2642,Beck___Beautiful_Way,happy, "Beautiful Way \nSearchlights on the skyline\nJust looking for a friend\nWho\'s going to love my baby\nWhen she\'s gone around the bend?\nEgyptian bells are ringing\nWhen it\'s her birthday\nSweet nothing I\'m talking about you\nThere\'s a hurricane blowing your way \n \nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart\n \nThere\'s someone calling your name\nIt\'s driving you insane \n \nYou were wearing that stained raincoat\nAnd your umbrella was a tangled mess\nYou were washed up on the glittering shoals\nLooking for another crime to confess\nYou bribed yourself out of a place in the sun\nBut you had some change to spare\nSo you said you want to spend it on me\nAnd shook the blues out of your hair \n \nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart \n \nThere\'s someone calling your name\nYou\'re going to miss that train \n \nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break your heart\nOoh such a beautiful way\nTo break my heart\nSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249 \nThere\'s someone calling your name\nIt\'s driving you insane2 ",0 +3221,Björk___Come_To_Me,sad, "Come to Me \nCome to me\nI\'ll take care of you\nProtect you\nCalm, calm down\nYou\'re exhausted\nCome lie down\nYou don\'t have to explain\nI understand \n \nYou know that I adore you\nYou know that I love you\nSo don\'t make me say it\nIt would burst the bubble\nBreak the charm\n \nJump off\nYour building\'s on fire\nAnd I\'ll catch you\nI\'ll catch you\nDestroy all that is keeping you down\nAnd then I\'ll nurse you\nI\'ll nurse you\nI\'ll protect you \n \nYou know that I adore you\nYou know that I love you\nSo don\'t make me say it\nIt would burst the bubble\nBreak the charmSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 32 ",1 +3579,Blood_Red_Shoes___When_We_Wake,calm, "When We Wake In the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nCalling out but silence\nTalking but no words\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nColours blind still nothing\nGuiding for so long\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nIn the end is this all we can ask for?\nBreathing every day and night just waiting\nBroken in pieces\nBroken in pieces 2 ",2 +4005,Boy_Meets_Girl___Waiting_For_A_Star_To_Fall,happy, "Waiting for a Star to Fall \nI hear your name whispered on the wind\nIt\'s a sound that makes me cry\nI hear a song blow again and again\nThrough my mind and I don\'t know why\nI wish I didn\'t feel so strong about you\nLike happiness and love revolve around you \nTrying to catch your heart\nIs like trying to catch a star\nSo many people love you, baby\nThat must be what you are\n \nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah \nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah \n \nI\'ve learn to feel what I cannot see\nBut with you, I lose that vision\nI don\'t know how to dream your dream\nSo I\'m all caught up in the superstition\nI want to reach out and pull you to me\nWho says I should let a wild one go free \n \nTrying to catch your heart\nIs like trying to catch a star\nBut I can\'t love you this much, baby\nAnd love you from this far\n \nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah \nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah \n \nWaiting however long\nI don\'t like waiting I\'ll wait for you\nIt\'s so hard waiting Don\'t be too long\nSeems like waiting\nMakes me love you even more \n \nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah\nWaiting for a star to fall\nAnd carry your heart into my arms\nThat\'s where you belong\nIn my arms\nBaby, yeah ",0 +7254,Dirty_Pretty_Things___Plastic_Hearts,happy, "Plastic Hearts You sauntered off and you said how\'s tricks\nYou can\'t mix drugs with your politics\nBut we took and talked and lost the plot\nAnd after that everything seemed fine\nAnd this just stinks of beautiful collide\nWe drag each others worlds down under the tide\nWith intoxicated hands\nCold cold hearts\nAnd well laid plans \nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nPile up behind you\nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\nWhy can\'t I move on \nHow do we escape\nThe grim pails of pouring rain\nGo to a foreign island or a house in Spain\nGoing: La la la la la la oh\nOh how I\'d kill to go\nSo erect the girders and rivets in\nOur life our buildings and medicine\nWell we all make the same mistakes\nOur pitfalls pull us together \nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nPile up behind me \nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\n We kicked this round my bedroom floor la la la la\nHate the daylight hours but you wanted more la la la la\nBut the tide\nThe tide has drifted away \nAre you listening\nAre you listening\nAs the days\nLike the waves\nDecisively pull us under \nLa la la la la\nKeep it on\nMelt my plastic heart\nHelp me move on\nOn on on\nAnd on\nAnd on \nThere\'s friends for life and acquaintances\nThere\'s romance from great distances\nThere\'s been so many casualties\nBut I cannot wallow over these\nI know ",0 +8104,Elliott_Smith___Almost_Over,anger, "Almost Over You think I\'m unkind\nBut people aren\'t the way you think they are\nThey can\'t remember all the time\nWhat it was you wanted \nThey paint you out in straight silhouette\nDon\'t you get the picture yet?\nWhy you getting all upset?\nThe worst part\'s almost over \nThree\'s such a crowd\nYou ought to tell me what you tell yourself\nYou ever going to speak it aloud?\nDo I have to guess like everyone else?\nWith an iron will to walk the walk\nAnd a glass jaw that can\'t be moved to talk\nBlack eyes always watch the clock\nThe worst part\'s almost over \nYou let yourself be frozen by doubt\nYou think I\'m mean 'cause I call you out\nYou don\'t know what you\'re about\nThe worst part\'s almost over now \nThe worst part\'s almost over now\nNow\nNow",3 +6844,Decoded_Feedback___Combustion,anger, "Combustion Fuck me\nPush me\nLet me know how you feel\nGrab me\nLust for me\nLet me feel the fire\nBurning my skin \nUnder my skin\nOver your skin\nCombustion / energy\nA black hole chaos theory\nUnder this burning flag\nYou and me\nWill raise the flame \nKiss me\nFeed me\nAll that heat that you feel\nLove me\nHate me\nGive something that is real\nHit me\nHold to me\nGive me the pain that you feel\nGrab me\nLust for me\nLet me feel the fire\nBurning my skin ",3 +6875,Dennis_Brown___Money_In_My_Pocket,calm, "Money in My Pocket \nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love\nI\'m praying for a girl to be my own \n \nSonya said she\'s coming\nBut I don\'t believe a word she says\n‘Cause she run away and left me one rainy day\nShe made me had in mind\nThat her love would never die\nAnd now I\'m alone, yeah, so alone\nSo alone, yeah, yeah, yeah\n \nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh \n \nIt\'s hard for a man to live without a woman yeah\nAnd a woman needs a man to cling to\nYou see what love can do\nAfter making me feel blue\nAin\'t that a shame? Yeah, woah, baby\nAin\'t that a shame? Yeah\nTo make me feel blue, woah, yeah \n \nI have got money in my pocket\nWoah yeah \n \nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh\n \nIt\'s hard for a man to live without a woman yeah\nAnd a woman needs a man to cling to\nYou see what love can do\nAfter making me feel blue\nAin\'t that a shame? Yeah, woah, baby\nAin\'t that a shame? Yeah\nTo make me feel blue, woah, yeah \n \nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love, oh no\nMoney in my pocket\nBut I just can\'t get no love\nThe love I had in mind\nWas very, very hard to find, oh2 ",2 +1451,Annie___Hey_Annie,happy, "Hey Annie \nHey Annie\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more\nHey Annie\nJump up down from the top to the floor\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more \n \nLet the music play, I close my eyes\nYou know I feel for you\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHold my hand and tell me, I don\'t ever want to live without you \nI want more, baby, I want more\nThe beat goes on and on\nI can\'t go wrong when it is just you and I\nBaby, baby, when the beat goes on\nCaught between the present and a future\nThat is left to decide\n \nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love \n \nHey Annie\nDo you want more, baby, do you want more?\nHey Annie\nI want more, baby, I want more \n \nThe time has come for me to seek the moment\nAnd to tell you the truth\nI can\'t stop, baby, I can\'t stop\nThe sound of our minds were off\nBut baby, we made it through\nDrop that bomb, baby, drop that bomb\nI can\'t believe I\'m standing here\nI\'m static, baby, can\'t even move\nI can\'t stop, baby, I can\'t stop\nI\'m looking to the future with a choice\nAnd not a second to lose\n \nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love \n \nHey\nHey \n \nIt might take forever\nWe could grow and change together\nIf you listen, you might discover\nA new sound, a new voice, a new love\nIf we put our hands together\nYeah, we\'re all here for the better\nIn the music you might discover\nA new pulse, a new beat, a new love \n \nWill you be around? Hey Annie\nFrom this moment on Hey Annie\nBaby, come around Hey Annie\nDance with me, just dance with me\nYou know I\'ll be there Hey Annie\nShow you that I care Hey Annie\nYou know it started here Hey Annie\nDance with me, just dance with me ",0 +6481,Darren_Hayes___Strange_Relationship,sad, "Strange Relationship Do you love me?\nOr am I just another trip?\nIn this strange relationship\nYou push and pull me again\n\'Till I\'m about to lose my mind\nIs this just a waste of time? \nKeep acting like you own me\nI keep running watch me walkin\' out that door\nI hear you behind me\n \nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI\'m already gone \nDo you love me? yeah....\nWe break up and back together\nAnd I swear to myself never\nBut oh how you do me yeah....\nYou strip me of my honor\nAnd I don\'t ever think I\'m gonna \nBreak free of these mind games\nAll I\'m tryin\' to do is modify my plan\nCause I can\'t contain you.... \n \nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI\'m already gone\n You keep acting like you own me\nLike you control me\nYou said you never really wanted me back\nWell maybe that\'s a fact\nMay I suggest a brand new plan of attack\nAnd in defense of that\nYou\'re hard to crack\nYou\'re way off track\nI want you back\nI want you gone\nMaybe I\'m sick of holding on \nDo you love me? yeah...\nOr am I just another trip in this strange relationship? \n \nGimme that strange relationship\nNever felt pleasure and pain like this\nSomething so right but it feels so terribly wrong\nI keep holding on\nGimme that strange relationship\nOne of us gotta let go of this\nI keep pushing and you keep holding on\nI\'m already gone ",1 +8418,Enya___Trains_And_Winter_Rains,sad, "Trains and Winter Rains \nCity streets passing by\nUnderneath stormy skies \n \nNeon signs in the night\nRed and blue city lights\nCargo trains rolling by\nOnce again someone cries \n \nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n \nEvery time it\'s the same\nOne more night one more train\nEverywhere empty roads\nWhere they go no-one knows \n \nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone \n \nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone \n \n \nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone\n \nTrains and winter rains\nNo going back no going home\nTrains across the plains\nAnd in the sky a star alone ",1 +5913,Cowboy_Junkies___Something_More_Besides_You,sad, "Something More Besides You One foot strands before the crib\nThe other by the casket\nA question formed upon stilled lips\nIs passed on but never asked \nI guess I believe that there\'s a point\nTo what we do\nBut I ask myself is there\nSomething more besides you? \nTwo are born to cross\nTheir paths, their lives, their hearts\nIf by chance one turns away\nAre they forever lost?\nI guess I believe that there\'s a point\nTo what we do\nBut I ask myself is there\nSomething more besides you? \nThis morning I awoke\nThe bed warm where it once was cold\nSmall blessings laid upon us\nSmall mysteries slowly unfold \nYet I still wonder is there a point\nTo what we do?\n\'Cause I kind of doubt\nThat there is something more besides you \nAlthough it\'s hard to find the point\nTo what we do\nDo I dare believe that there is\nSomething more besides you?See Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",1 +4822,Carbon_Leaf___Let_Your_Troubles_Roll_By,sad, "Let Your Troubles Roll By \nLove endures, it clings away\nWhen asked to leave, it begs to stay\nLike the perfect song at imperfect times\nIt\'s the way the chord\'s struck with the rhyme\nSo let your troubles roll by \n \nHe knows he can help himself\nHe can tell by a look at the books on his shelf\nThen someone somewhere loses a son\nBefore her own sunset is said and done\nAnd she dreams of sunflowers bent-over\nFrozen in snow and thinks Colorado\nThen lives her life back in slow motion\nTo keep in touch with that raw emotion \nIn the night, crushed empty can\nOlive Oyl\'s waiting for her man\nTo come in from the fight\nThat will change their life\nFor good this time \n \nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nLet your troubles roll by \n \nLike New Year\'s Eve, tonight\'s underway\nBut tomorrow you\'ll wake up afraid of the day\nBecause underneath the scars of your broken dreams\nAn undone war still wages and stings\n You fear the year will blow\nLike a breeze through a rainbow\nYou swear it\'s there, but you can\'t grab ahold\nSo you sit and cry and wonder why, why \n \n \nSo many cities and windows and lives\nAnd through each one there\'s a soul that strives to survive\nSo pay no mind, my sorrow\'s fine\nThe day is alive, and that\'s why I cry \nIt\'s a New Year\'s toast, grab your list to conspire\nThe last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire\nYou\'ve come far, and though you\'re far from the end\nYou don\'t mind where you are cause you know where you\'ve been \n \nLike a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor\nLike a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore\nWith nothing of note but the old captain\'s coat\nAnd a burning boat you just sank with your salty \nTears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nWhen all of your tears dry\nLet your troubles roll by\nLet your troubles roll by1 ",1 +2150,Augustana___Coffee_and_Cigarettes,calm, "Coffee And Cigarettes Wake up, take your pills dear\nI know this time of year ain\'t right for you\nYou came with a sickness\nShot down back in Christmas - Kamikaze rain\nAnd I\'m sure you\'ve lost that weight again\nAnd I\'m sure the pills keeping pouring in\nLike smoke that falls, caving into you \nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nOne night, when you woke up\nYou bled till you spoke up, Oh, this ain\'t pretty dear. \nWith clocks, watch the time go\nTill spring, when the sun can finally be free\nAnd I\'m sure you\'ve lost that weight again\nAnd I\'m sure the pills keeping pouring in\nAnd I\'ll scream at night to make them go away \nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you \nWe\'ll scream at night to make them go away\nSo put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nPut me on a plane, fly me to anywhere\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you\nWith you ",2 +6759,Dead_Meadow___Let_It_All_Pass,calm, "Let It All Pass Walk wide awake through gates of sleep\nSlip in sound so sweet\nTo the salt sea\nFeel that free\nWhatever has been\nWill be again \nEverything’s moving way too fast\nI don’t mind, let it pass\nAll things in time when nothing will last\nLord I don’t mind, let it all pass\nTo the higher heights I get lifted\nTo the left and the right I’ve drifted\nI kept with it\nNot since gods of old walked the earth\nNot since the virgin birth\nFor what it’s worth \nEverything’s moving way too fast\nI don’t mind, let it pass\nAll things in time when nothing will last\nLord I don’t mind, let it all pass ",2 +5560,Clearlake___Here_To_Learn,calm, "Here To Learn I don\'t know how can you make\nSuch a simple great mistake\nAlthough that\'s not strictly true\n\'Cause I sometimes make one too \nBut if we shake things up this time\nWe getting ? never mind\nNo big concern\nYou\'re here to learn \nI don\'t even want to know\nJust how badly things can go\nI believe ?\nHow we somehow make it through\nBut if we screw things up this time\nGetting ? on never mind\nIt\'s none of your concern\nYou\'re here to learn\nYou\'re here to learn",2 +6229,DJ_Shadow___The_Number_Song,sad, "The Number Song One, two, three, four, five\nBreakdown, baby \nCome on and get with it\nOne, two, three, four, hit it\nWhat is this?\nThis is the number song\nBut before I start, let\'s have the countdown\nOne, two, three, four \nListen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nJust listen to this, just listen to this\nWe want y\'all to understand\nOne, two, three, and \nEight, seven, six, five\nFour, three, two\nCome on and get with it\nOne, two, three, hit it Have to go \nWho got the number?\nWho, who got the number?\nWho got the number?\nWho, who got the number? \nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAlright\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI got the number \nWon\'t you please let me rock your mind?\nThe party, the party\nThe party\'s already started\nAnd it\'s about to end\nOne, two, three, four\nIt\'s Def \nOne, two, three, four, one, get with it\nGet with it\nGet, get\nGet with it\n Ten, nine Everybody, come on\nEight Come on, louder, seven Louder\nSix Louder ",1 +7351,Dogs_Die_In_Hot_Cars___Celebrity_Sanctum,happy, "Celebrity Sanctum I love Lucy\nI love Lucy Liu\nYes, I love her twice as much as you\nNow, there\'s Jolie\nAngela Jolie\nCould you ever look as good as she? \nI just want someone that would come home\nWhy don\'t, why don\'t, why don\'t\nWhy don\'t you come, why don\'t you come home?\nNow, there\'s Zeta\nCatherine Zeta-Jones\nYes, her body is perfectly toned\nOo, when I meet her\nWe\'ll be mates, you\'ll see\nAnd I\'ll be the guy the guys want to be \nAnd I just want someone that would come home\nWhy don\'t, why don\'t, why don\'t\nWhy don\'t you come, why don\'t you come home?\nAnd just one star jump out of magazines into my arms\nI know, we took it too\nWe took it to far \nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nYou\'re watching watching you watching me\nStop watching me, oh\n And I just want someone that would come home\nWhy don\'t, why don\'t, why don\'t\nWhy don\'t you come, why don\'t you come home?\nAnd just one star jump out of magazines into my arms\nI know, we took it too\nWe took it to far ",0 +7565,Drowning_Pool___Step_Up,anger, "Step Up \nOne, two, three, go! \n \nBroken, yeah, you been living\nOn the edge of a broken dream\nNothin\', yeah, that\'s the only thing\nYou\'ll ever take away from me \n \nI\'m never gonna stop\nI\'m never gonna drop\nAin\'t no different than it was before\nSo, take some good advice\nYou better stop and think twice\nBefore you take your first step out that door\n \nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down \n \nAh... Sufferin\', yeah, that\'s the only thing\nHere that\'s left for you\nNothin\', yeah, that\'s the only thing\nYou\'re ever gonna fuckin\' do \n \nI\'m never gonna stop\nI\'m never gonna drop\nAin\'t no different than it was before\nSo, take some good advice\nYou better stop and think twice\nBefore you take your first step out that door \n \nSo, if you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\n \nAnd now you\'ve crossed that line\nYou must be out your mind\nGo! \n \nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou had your chance to walk away\nAnd live to see another day\nIf you wanna step up Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down Step up\nYou\'re gonna get knocked down ",3 +9149,Fischerspooner___We_Need_A_War,happy, "We Need A War We need a war\nWe need a war to show\'em\nWe need a war to show\'em that we can\nWe need a war to show\'em that we can do it\nWhenever we say we need a war... \nIf they mess with us\nIf we think they might mess with us\nIf we say they might mess with us\nIf we think we need a war, we need war\nChorus\nWe need a war\nIf we think we need a war\nWe need a war\nIf we think we need a war \nA war to make us feel safe\nA war to make\'em feel sorry\nWhoever they are... \nIf they mess with us\nIf we think they might mess with us\nIf we say they might mess with us\nIf we think we need a war, we need war \nChorus \nCan we do it?\nSure we can \nWe need a war\nWe need a war\nWe need a war",0 +8500,Erin_McCarley___Blue_Suitcase,sad, "Blue Suitcase Oh, wise one\nIf you knew the answer, why\'d you ask the question?\nOh, wise one\nIf you\'re such a someone\nWhy do you give nothing to anyone?\nYou wiggle your way into me time and again\nYou love to speak your mind\nBut now it\'s fair to say I\'m not open today\nTo have my heart twisted up, oh \nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nOh, wise man\nHow do you get high, man?\nYou must be self-absorbing\nOh, wise man, save me from your high, man\nI can\'t afford another of your stuck up drug\nMy confidence says 'I am worth it today\', so try and change it\'s mind\nKiss your sweet girl away\nYou\'ve found your fate\nNow you will know what lonely pays \nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait? \nNa na na na na, na na na na na, na na na\nNa na na na na na, na na na na, na na na \nTell me, how does it feel to be so high above the clouds?\nSo tell me, how does it feel to be so high above the clouds? \nAnd tell me how will it feel when no one cares what you\'re not around? \nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?\nYour blue suitcase is empty, hey, what\'s your wait?",1 +706,Alice_Cooper___Welcome_To_My_Nightmare,sad, "Welcome to My Nightmare Welcome to my nightmare\nI think you\'re gonna like it\nI think you\'re gonna feel you belong\nA nocturnal vacation\nUnnecessary sedation\nYou want to feel at home cause you belong \nWelcome to my nightmare, whoa-whoa-oh \nWelcome to my breakdown\nI hope I didn\'t scare you\nThat\'s just the way we are when we come down\nWe sweat and laugh and scream here\nCause life is just a dream here\nYou know inside you feel right at home here\nWelcome to my breakdown, whoa-whoa-oh\nYou\'re welcome to my nightmare, yeah-yeah-ah \nWelcome to my nightmare\nI think you\'re gonna like it\nI think you\'re gonna feel you belong\nWe sweat and laugh and scream here\nCause life is just a dream here\nYou know inside you feel right at home here \nWelcome to my nightmare, ooh-ooh-ooh\nWelcome to my breakdown \nYeah 1 ",1 +6012,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Lookin_Out_My_Back_Door,happy, "Lookin’ Out My Back Door \nJust got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy\nGot to sit down, take a rest on the porch\nImagination sets in, pretty soon I\'m singing\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door \n \nThere\'s a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearing high heels\nLook at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn\nA dinosaur Victrola, listening to Buck Owens\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door\n \nTambourines and elephants are playing in the band\nWon\'t you take a ride on the flying spoon?\nDoot, doo doo\nA wondrous apparition, provided by magician\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door \n \n \nTambourines and elephants are playing in the band\nWon\'t you take a ride on the flying spoon?\nDoot, doo doo\nBother me tomorrow, today I\'ll buy no sorrows\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door \n \nForward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy\nLook at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn\nBother me tomorrow, today I\'ll buy no sorrows\nDoot, doot, doo, looking out my back door 5 ",0 +9356,Foo_Fighters___Walking_After_You,calm, "Walking after You \nTonight I\'m tangled in my blanket of clouds\nDreaming aloud\nThings just won\'t do without you\nMatter of fact \n \nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I\'m on your back\nI\'m on your back\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I\'m on your back\n \nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you \n \nIf you\'d accept surrender, I\'ll give up some more\nWeren\'t you adored\nI cannot be without you\nMatter of fact \n \nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I\'m on your back\nI\'m on your back\nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I\'m on your back \n \nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you \n \nAnother heart is cracked\nIn two\nI\'m on your back\n \nI cannot be without you\nMatter of fact \n \nOh-woah-oh-oh, oh, I\'m on your back \n \nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you\nIf you walk out on me\nI\'m walking after you \n \nAnother heart is cracked\nIn two\nI\'m on your back5 ",2 +5103,Chairlift___Evident_Utensil,happy, "Evident Utensil \nThe most evident utensil\nIs none other than a pencil\nNot a multicolored stencil\nNor a camera and crew \n \nHow hard must I try How hard must I try\nHow hard must I try for you? Must I try\nYou see me rolling in the dirt You see me rolling in the dirt\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you\n \nThe most evident utensil\nIs none other than a pencil\nWrite and tell me what you want from me\nBefore my paper is through \n \nHow hard must I try How hard must I try\nHow hard must I try for you? Must I try\nYou see me rolling in the dirt You see me rolling in the dirt\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you \n \nHow hard must I try How hard must I try for you?\nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nYou see me rolling in the dirt How hard must I try for you?\nYou see me crawling up the walls for you Try for you, must I try for you? \n \nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nHow hard must I try for you? Try for you, must I try for you?\nFor you\nFor you 1 ",0 +4162,Breakfast_Club___Right_On_Track,happy, "Right on Track Gonna make a move that knocks you over\nWatch this turn this one\'s gonna put you away\nBut I\'m doing my very best dancing, yeah\nEvery time you\'re looking the other way \nWell, I could move out to the left for a while\nOr I could slide to the right for a while \nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? \nI\'ve been trying to get your attention\nYeah, and I\'m very, very close to thinking of a way\nHey, I could be big and tough and other funny stuff, yeah\nBut you just keep looking the other way \nI could move out to the left for a while\nOr I could slide to the right for a while \nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back? \nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? \nHow far away can you go and still dancing with me?\nWould you mind staying in the vicinity\nI\'ve not been faring badly\nBut I would gladly take you back! \nRight on track, ooohooohooohooo\nGet you back\nRight on track\n There must be some kind of bad connection\nBecause this music does not sound the way it did\nI got to get up and back 'cause I\'ve been off track\nAnd that may be just why you disappeared \nBut now I\'ve got you in the corner of my eye\nAnd I\'ve got one more move I can try \nHey, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back?\nYeah, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back? \nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? \nMmm, I could get up and back right on track Is that gonna get you back?\nBut is right on track, is that gonna get you back? \nRight on track Is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? \nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? \nGet you back, is that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back?\nIs that gonna get you back? ",0 +385,Adele___First_Love_album,calm, "Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that\'s why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we\'re shooting for! \n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don\'t You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won\'t Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I\'ll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can\'t Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",2 +5496,City_And_Colour___What_Makes_A_Man,sad, "What Makes a Man? I can hear my train comin\'\nIt\'s a lonesome and distant cry\nI can hear my train comin\'\nNow I\'m runnin\' for my life\nWhat makes a man walk away from his mind?\nI think I know\nI think I might know \nI can feel the wind blowin\'\nIt\'s sending shivers down my spine\nI can feel the wind blowin\'\nIt shakes the trees and the power lines\nWhat makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh \nI can see the sun settin\'\nIt\'s casting shadows on the sea\nI can see the sun, it\'s setting\nIt\'s getting colder, starting to freeze\nWhat makes a man want to break a heart with ease?\nI think I know\nI think I might know \nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh \nWell I can hear my train comin\'\nLooks like time is not on my side\nWell I can hear my train comin\'\nI\'m still runnin\' for my life\nWhat makes a man pray, when he\'s about to die?\nI think I know\nI think I might knowSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 4 ",1 +3829,Bobby_Vinton___Do_You_Hear_What_I_Hear,happy, "Do You Hear What I Hear Do you hear what I hear?\nSaid the night wind to the little lamb\nDo you see what I see? do you see what I see?\nWay up in the sky, little lamb\nDo you see what I see? do you see what I see?\nA star, a star dancing in the night\nWith a tail as big as a kite\nWith a tail as big as a kite\nSaid the little lamb to the shepherd boy\nDo you hear what I hear? do you hear what I hear?\nRinging through the sky, shepherd boy\nDo you hear what I hear? do you hear what I hear?\nA song, a song high above the tree\nWith a voice as big as the sea\nWith a voice as big as the sea\nSaid the shepherd boy to the mighty king\nDo you know what I know? do you know what I know?\nIn your palace warm, mighty king\nDo you know what I know? do you know what I know?\nA Child, a Child shivers in the cold\nLet us bring Him silver and gold\nLet us bring Him silver and gold\nSaid the king to the people everywhere\nListen to what I say\nPray for peace, people everywhere!\nListen to what I say\nThe Child, the Child sleeping in the night\nHe will bring us goodness and light\nHe will bring us goodness and light ",0 +4280,Bright_Eyes___If_The_Brakeman_Turns_My_Way,happy, "If the Brakeman Turns My Way When panic grips your body and your heart\'s a hummingbird\nRaven thoughts blacken your mind until you\'re breathing in reverse\nAll your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse\nEvery reassurance just magnifies the doubt\nBetter find yourself a place to level out\nGot a cricket for a conscience, always looks the other way\nA cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret\nHey where have all the dancers gone now that music doesn\'t play?\nTried to listen to the river but you couldn\'t shut your mouth\nBetter take a little time to level out\nI never thought of running\nMy feet just led the way \nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nCars are switched out in the crazy rain\nI could meet you any place\nIf the brakeman turns my way\nAll this automatic writing, I have tried to understand\nFrom a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand\nIt\'s an infinite coincidence but it doesn\'t form a plan\nSo I\'m headed for New England or the Paris of the south\nGonna find myself somewhere to level out \nAre your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry middlemen?\nNever peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens\nAll this death must need a counterweight, always someone born again\nFirst a mother bathes her child, then the other way around\nThe scales always find a way to level out\nI tried to pass for nothing\nBut my dreams gave me away \nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nPeople snuffed out in the brutal rain\nI could live to any age\nIf the brakeman turns my way\n It\'s an old world it\'s hard to remember\nLike a dime store mystery\nI\'m a repeat first time offender\nWho has rewritten history \nMixed up tea leaves, phantom pain\nFuzzy logic in the crazy rain\nGetting better every day\nIf the brakeman turns my way \nMixed up signals, bullet trains\nCars are switched out in the blinding rain\nHe\'ll be smiling as he seals my fate\nWhen the brakeman turns my way1 ",0 +8990,Ferras___Hollywoods_Not_America,sad, "Hollywood’s Not America \nBorn Helena Jane\nWith a restless soul\nShe moved west to California\nBecame a centerfold\nBut once you change your name\nWell the pieces fall\nNow she hardly recognizes, her\nHerself at all \n \nAnd there\'s never any rain\nWhen you want it\nA hollow little game\nAnd you\'ve won it\nLooking for a thrill\nBut you\'ve done it all\n \nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America\nOh yeah \n \nAnd everybody here\'s\nFrom somewhere else\nYou can make a million dollars\nWell, you might lose yourself\nAnd you can take the heat\nWill your heart grow cold?\nThey say acting\'s just pretending, and\nBut even that gets old \n \nAnd there\'s never any rain\nWhen you want it\nA hollow little game\nAnd you\'ve won it\nLooking for a thrill\nBut you\'ve done it all\n \nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America \n \nAnd I know I know\nWhat you\'re doing What you\'re doing\nI know that you\nYou can be anything you want to be \n \nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nGo home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America\nSo long\nPut your blue jeans back on, girl\nAnd go home\nRemember, Hollywood\'s not America\n \nHollywood\'s not America\nIt\'s not America ",1 +729,Alice_In_Chains___Over_Now,sad, "Over Now \n Good night... \n \nYeah, it\'s over now\nBut I can breathe somehow\nWhen it\'s all worn out\nI\'d rather go without \n[Chorus 1: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could you stand right there\nLook me straight in the eye and say that it\'s over now?\n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime \n \nWell, it\'s over now\nYet I can see somehow\nWhen it\'s all gone wrong\nIt\'s hard to be so strong \n[Chorus 1: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could you stand right there\nLook me straight in the eye and say that it\'s over now? \n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime \n[Bridge: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime \n \nGuess it\'s over now\nI seem alive somehow\nWhen it\'s out of sight\nJust wait and do your time\n [Chorus 2: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nYou know it\'s been on my mind, could I stand right up\nLook myself in the eye and say that it\'s over now? \n[Post-Chorus: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime \n[Outro: Jerry Cantrell & Layne Staley]\nWe pay our debt sometime\nYeah, we pay our debt sometime3 ",1 +1261,Andrew_Bird___Simple_X,calm, "Simple X \nSome people wake up on Monday mornings\nBarring maelstroms and red flare warnings\nWith no explosions and no surprises\nPerform a series of exercises \n \nHold your fire\nTake your place around an open fire \n \nBefore your neurons declare a crisis\nBefore your trace Serotonin rises\nBefore you\'re reading your coffee grounds\nAnd before a pundit could make a sound\nAnd before you\'re reading your list of vices\nPerform the simplest exercises\n \nSo here we are at the end, the war is over\nThere\'s nothing left to defend, no cliffs of Dover\nSo let us put down our pens and this concludes our test\nOur minds are scattered about from hell to breakfast \n \n \n See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",2 +5069,Celtic_Frost___A_Dying_God_Coming_Into_Human_Flesh,sad, "A Dying God Coming into Human Flesh \nAll is cold and frozen\nFrozen the sea, frozen the sky\nFrozen is death, but I cannot die\nCannot die \n \nAs the snow falls to cover this all\nAnd all is cold\nAnd cold, cold is all\nAll is cold, cold, cold is all\n \nCold\nFrozen\nFrozen is heaven and frozen is hell\nAnd I am dying in this living human shell \n \nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God \n \nFrozen my heart\nFrozen my soul\nFrozen my love \n \nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh\nI am a dying God coming into human flesh ",1 +8643,Eve_6___Jet_Pack,calm, "Jet Pack You\'re the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou\'re the one using me as a muse\nYou\'re the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go \nIt\'s you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she\'s so ready\nYou\'re already on your way to the door\nYou\'re at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks, she\'s perfect\nYou sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave\nEveryone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and run\nYou call me up\nYou\'re the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou\'re the one using me as a muse\nYou\'re the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go \nSo the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritual\nA habitual nervous reaction\nHey it\'s just me, set yourself free, why don\'t you let me know what\'s going on\nInside your cluttered head \nYou\'re the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou\'re the one using me as a muse\nYou\'re the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go \nWhat the hell are you talking about is that what you would say\nIf I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away\nJust a curious question to think about \nIf it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want to be ready to go\nWould you want to take the lights down low \nYou\'re the one stepping on the back of my shoes\nYou\'re the one using me as a muse\nYou\'re the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go \nHey it\'s just me, set yourself free, why don\'t you let me know what\'s going on\nHey it\'s just me, set yourself free",2 +6938,Destinys_Child___Illusion,happy, "Illusion [Intro: Kelly / Wyclef Jean]\nWent from a dream to the young Supreme\nHey yeah\nWhoo-ooh \n \nI\'m searching for a destiny that\'s mine\nThere\'s another place, another time\nTouching many hearts along the way, yeah\nHopin\' that I\'ll never have to say\n \nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go \n \nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Again-again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Oh \n \nFollow your emotions everywhere\nIs there really magic in the air?\nNever let your feeling let you down\nOpen up your eyes and look around \n \nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go \n \nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Tricks on me again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Hey-ey\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Oh, again\n \nCan it be a picture in my mind?\nI\'m, never sure exactly what I\'ll find\nOnly in my dreams I\'ll turn you on\nHere for just a moment, then you\'re gone \n \nBoy, I love you\nBut I gotta let you go \n \nEvery day in my mind is confusion Baby\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again Again-again\nDaze in my mind is confusion Confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions Oh-oh-oh\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in Oh yeah\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again \n \nYeah, yo, yo, yo, hey, yo\nI don\'t write love songs\nLeave it up to Luther Vandross\nHow I choose to live\nYou don\'t wanna know the cost\nI paid to be the boss\nHear it straight from the source\nFortune 500 is how I like to gloss\nHigh side, Korneesh Style, joy ride\nBlowin\' candles in the wind like Princess Di\nGet at me, mom, tell me how you really like it\n\'Cause we could fly high, I\'ll be your co-pilot\n[Verse 4: LaTavia and Pras]\nHey, yo back to the girl with all the razzamatazz\nHey, yo, I love you, shorty\nYou talkin\' all that jazz\nBoy, I love you, but I gotta let you go\nI know you want me, but you play me like the Lotto\nUse and abusin\' so there won\'t be no friction\nI gotta leave, I can\'t be in this illusion \n \nIt\'s just an illusion \n \nEvery day in my mind is confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again\nDaze in my mind is confusion No\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again \n[Outro: Wyclef Jean & Beyoncé]\nAnother one from Wyclef\nAnother one from Jerry Wonder \nAnother one from Dirty Cash\nDance, I say, dance, I say, ha ha\nConfusion\nRefugee Camp\nIllusion, you get in\nDestiny Child\nMe again\nWe out \n \nEvery day in my mind is confusion\nThoughts of you bring illusions\nTrapped in the moment, only you get in\nMy mind\'s playing tricks on me again \n \nWent from a dream to the young Supreme\nWent from a dream to the young Supreme ",0 +55,A_Fine_Frenzy___Swan_Song,sad, "Swan Song Wretched, look at me, I\'ve lost it, melting on the table\nIn parking lots and markets\nI can\'t help it, I love you like a starfish loves the salty water\nLike a selfish daughter \nYet I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it \nFoolish, how was I so careless\nPawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress\nNow my dollars are crumbled in my pocket\nHow can I reclaim it?\nWhat if someone\'s got it?\nWhen I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it \nHow could the world have turned so ugly\nI am dying\nCould you touch me again?\nTouch me again \nWhen I wrote the words to the swan song\nThe author of the wrong\nAnd I said what I said and I meant it\nBut now I regret it",1 +4841,Carly_Simon___Were_So_Close,sad, "We’re So Close Carly Simon \nI\'ve lived in all of the houses he\'s built\nThe one in the air\nThe one underground\nThe one on the water\nThe one in the sand\nHe says: It doesn\'t matter how we live\nHe says: It doesn\'t matter where we live\nWe\'re so close we can dispense with houses\nWe don\'t need a home at all\nIt\'s come to be a habit with me to dine alone\nYou\'re never home\nAnd the evenings end so early\nHe says: we can be close from afar\nHe says: the closest people always are\nWe\'re so close that in our separation\nThere\'s no distance at all \nSometimes I gout to the car\nTurn on the headlights\nIntending to leave-\nSometimes I need to hear the words\nMy imagination\'s not as strong as you\'d believe-\nBut I\'ve talked to you;\nYou haven\'t listened at all\nI\'ve said I\'m numb\nI can\'t even cry\nI\'m stuck with acting out a part\nHe says: what do words ever reveal?\nHe says: in speaking one can be so false-\nWe\'re so close we have a silent language\nWe don\'t need words at all \nThere\'s a husky voice\nThat speaks to me in the dark\nAnd on the phone from studios\nAnd Westside bars\nThrough tunnels of long distance\nHe says: we\'re beyond flowers\nHe says: We\'re beyond compliments-\nWe\'re so close we can dispense with love\nWe don\'t need love at all",1 +1617,Antony__The_Johnsons___Crazy_In_Love,sad, "Crazy in Love I look and stare so deep in your eyes\nI touch on you more and more every time\nWhen you leave I\'m beggin you not to go\nCall your name two or three times in a row\nSuch a funny thing for me to try to explain\nHow I\'m feeling and my pride is the one to blame\nBut I still, don\'t understand\nJust how your love can do what no on else can \nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your touch\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me hoping you page me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you save me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love\nWhen you talk to my friends so quietly\n Who he think he is? Look at what you\'ve done to me\nTennis shoes, don\'t even need to buy a new dress\nYou ain\'t here, ain\'t no one else to impress\nIt\'s just the way that you knew what I thought I knew\nIt\'s just the beat that my heart skips when I\'m with you\nBut I still don\'t understand\nJust how your love can do what no one else can \nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your touch \nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me hoping you page me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you save me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love \nGot me lookin so crazy right now, your love\nGot me lookin so crazy right now\nGot me lookin oh crazy right now, your touch\nGot me lookin oh crazy right now\nGot me hoping you save me right now, your kiss\nGot me hoping you page me right now\nLookin so crazy, you\'ve got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love\n Ohoh\nCrazy right now\nCrazy right now \nLookin \nLookin so crazy \nGot me hoping you page me right now\nLookin so crazy, your love\'s got me lookin\nLookin so crazy in love ",1 +337,Adam__The_Ants___Killer_In_The_Home,happy, "Killer in the Home I live the life that I\'ve been left\nI leave most things unspoken\nBut deep inside Geronimo\nIs tearing me apart \nI\'ve seen him in the streets\nAnd I\'ve seen him in the pictures\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home \nNow\'s the time I must digress\nFrom going through the motions\nTake my head out of its sling\nFree the warrior\nI\'ll fight him in my dreams\nAnd I\'ll fight him till he kills me\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home \nAy yo yo ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nAy yo yo ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nAy yo yo \nI live the life that I\'ve been left\nI leave most things unspoken\nBut deep inside Geronimo\nIs tearing me apart \nSeen him in the streets\nAnd I\'ve seen him in the picture\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home \nOh well, they cut you in half with a gun\nThey give you a band-aid\nYeah, they gut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid \nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\n Oh well, they cut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid\nYeah, they gut you in half with a gun\nAnd they give you a band-aid \nKiller\nKiller\nKiller \nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home ay yo yo, ah ah-ah, ah ah-ah\nKiller in the home\nKiller in the home\nKiller is the home ",0 +4401,Brooks__Dunn___You_Cant_Take_The_Honky_Tonk_Out_Of_The_Girl,happy, "You Can’t Take The Honky Tonk Out Of The Girl \nConnie came back for her second cousin\'s wedding\nFirst time she\'d been home in a year or two\nJust in time for the rehearsal dinner\nThat crazy Connie wasn\'t wearing any shoes \n \nYeah, she lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman\'s been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can\'t take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\n \nWell, that dinner broke up at around 11:30\nBoys went out to do what boys do\nAnd Connie said hey girls lets huddle up\nAround something 'bout a hundred proof \n \nShe lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman\'s been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can\'t take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh \n \nWell, at nine a.m., out in front of that church\nPeople are going nuts, looking for the groom\nAnd somebody says hey Bonnie by the way where is Connie\nShe\'s run off with that boy to Cancun \n \nYeah, she lives in LA, she flies to New York City\nThat woman\'s been around the world\nYou can take the girl out of the honky tonk\nBut you can\'t take the honky tonk\nTake the honky tonk out of the girl\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 \nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ",0 +6233,DJ_Shadow___Building_Steam_With_A_Grain_Of_Salt,sad, "Building Steam With a Grain of Salt \nProducing \n \nFrom listening to records, I just knew what to do\nI mainly taught myself\nAnd, you know, I did pretty well\nExcept there were a few mistakes, but uh\nThat I made that, uh, I have just recently cleared up, you know\nI\'d like to just continue to be able to express myself\nAs best as I can on the instrument\nYou know, I feel like I have a lot of work to do still, you know\nI\'m a student of the drums\nAnd I\'m also a teacher of the drums too, you know\n \nWhat makes cancer tenacious?\nThe moon rules the fluids\nIncluding the inner juices of human beings\nThat which assimilates and feeds the body\nSo the crab feeds his astral brain\nAssimilating and distributing all he receives slowly\nUntil it becomes a part of him \n \nI can fly to the strangest lands\nStarry eyes\nBrown smiling face \n \nAnd I would like to able to continue to let what is inside of me\nWhich is, which comes from all the music that I hear\nYou know, I\'d like for that to come out\nAnd it\'s like, it\'s not really me that\'s coming\nThe music\'s coming through me\nThe music\'s coming through me 13 ",1 +9214,Fleetwood_Mac___Watch_Out,anger, "Watch Out Watch out for me, woman\nAnd don\'t mind nobody else\nWatch out for me, woman\nAnd don\'t mind nobody else\nAin\'t got no crystal ball\nBut the future ain\'t hard to tell \nI love the woman\nI just can\'t stand to leave her be\nI love the woman\nI just can\'t stand to leave her be\nNow we got to get married\nAn\' might even raise a whole family\nWatch out for me, woman, an\'\nAnd don\'t mind nobody else\nWatch out for me, woman\nAnd don\'t mind nobody else\nAin\'t got no crystal ball\nBut the future - ain\'t hard to tell",3 +3387,Black_Strobe___Im_A_Man,happy, "I’m a Man Now, when I was a little boy\nAt the age of five\nI had somethin\' in my pocket\nKeeps a lot of folks alive \nNow I\'m a man\nTurnin\' twenty-one\nYou know, baby\nWe can have a lot of fun \nI\'m a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I\'m a man \n\nAll you pretty women\nStandin\' in line\nI can make a love to you, baby\nIn an hour\'s time \n\nI\'m a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I\'m a man \n\nGoin\' back down\nTo Kansas town\nTo bring back the second cousin\nLittle Johnny the Conqueroo \n\nI\'m a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I\'m a man\n \nThe line I shoot\nWill never miss\nThe way I make love to 'em\nThey can\'t resist \n\nI\'m a man\nI spell M-A-N\nWoah, I\'m a man \nWoah, I\'m a man ",0 +5055,Catherine_Wheel___Receive,anger, "Receive Shiny silver Jubilee\nWhen I destroy what I receive\nIt\'s good to see you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy\nIt\'s good to know the reason\nThe reasons \nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI deny myself\nI know I know I know\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI want to receive\nWhat\'s the reason, what\'s the use\nWhen I don\'t want to look like you\nIt\'s good to sea you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy\nIt\'s one of many reasons\nReasons \nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nI deny myself\nI know I know I know\nI destroy myself\nI know I know I know\nEasy to believe \nGrow my hair\nLong and strange\nI\'ll be a walking mountain range \nIt\'s good to see you smiling\nAnd the lack of sympathy \n\'Cos now I know the reasons\nThe reasons\nI destroy myself",3 +6657,David_Sylvian___The_Healing_Place,calm, "The Healing Place That has to be the age of overcoming\nThe systems which are, which are on the\nWhich are on this side and\nWhich are on the run to destroy\nHumankind\'s nation\nHumankind\'s inwardness\nHumankind\'s ability\nWhat for me is a true capital\nAnd which as a side effect\nLast not least destroys nature and us ",2 +371,Adam_Lambert___Soaked,sad, "Soaked \nSoaked to the bone\nAnd sink like a stone\nWalk home alone\nIt\'s not the first time\nIt\'s not the worst crime\nYour soul will be ok \n \nAnd you\'ve had enough\nSearchin\' for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new\n \nBurned by your dreams\nIt\'s never how it seems\nCold crushed esteem\nTake shelter and hide forever\nYour soul will be ok \n \nAnd you\'ve had enough\nSearching for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new\nAnd you\'ve had enough\nSearching for love\nAnd you miss the touch\nOf someone new \n \nSoaked to the bone\nAnd sink like a stone\nWalk home alone\nIt\'s not the first time\nIt\'s not the worst crime\nOur souls will be ok",1 +155,AFI___Girls_Not_Grey,happy, "Girl’s Not Grey \nI\'ll lay me down tonight\nMuch further down\nSwim in the calm tonight\nThis art does drown \n \nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased\nWhat follows\n \nAll insects sing tonight\nThe coldest sound\nI\'d send God\'s grace tonight\nCould it be found? \n \nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased \n \nI\'ll lay me down tonight\nMuch further down\nWatch stars go out tonight\nOn sinking ground \nI\'ll lay me down, I\'ll lay me down \n \nWhat follows me as the whitest lace of light\nWill swallow whole just begs to be imbrued\nWhat follows has led me to this place\nWhere I belong, with all erased\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 \nWhat follows will swallow whole\nWhat follows will swallow whole ",0 +6624,David_Gray___Alibi_Album_Version,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +7522,Dream_Theater___Solitary_Shell,happy, "Solitary Shell \nHe seemed no different from the rest\nJust a healthy normal boy\nHis mama always did her best\nAnd he was daddy\'s pride and joy \nHe learned to walk and talk on time\nBut never cared much to be held\nAnd steadily he would decline\nInto his solitary shell\n \nAs a boy he was considered somewhat odd\nKept to himself most of the time\nHe would daydream in and out of his own world\nBut in every other way he was fine \n \nHe\'s a Monday morning lunatic\nDisturbed from time to time\nLost within himself in his solitary shell\nA temporary catatonic madman on occasion\nWhen will he break out of his solitary shell? \n \nHe struggled to get through his day\nHe was helplessly behind\nHe poured himself onto the page\nWriting for hours at a time \n \nAs a man he was a danger to himself\nFearful and sad most of the time\nHe was drifting in and out of sanity\nBut in every other way he was fine \n \nHe\'s a Monday morning lunatic\nDisturbed from time to time\nLost within himself in his solitary shell\nA momentary maniac with casual delusions\nWhen will he be let out of his solitary shell?See Dream Theater LiveGet tickets as low as $47 1 ",0 +3699,Blur___It_Could_Be_You,happy, "It Could Be You \nCh-Ch-Ch-Churchill, got his lucky number\nTomorrow there\'s another\nCould be me, could be you\nNo silver spoon, sticky teeth, they rot too soon\nYou\'ve got to have the best tunes\nOr that\'s it, you\'ve blown it \n \nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh\n \nThe likely lads are picking up the uglies\nYesterday, they were just puppies\nBeery slurs, now life\'s a blur\nTelly addicts, you should see them at it\nGetting in a panic\nWill we be there, Trafalgar Square? \n \nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh \n \nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nCould be me, could be you\nShould be me, should be you \n \nBut don\'t worry if it\'s not your lucky number\n\'Cause tomorrow there\'s another\nCould be you, could be me\n \nAll we want is to be happy\nIn our homes like happy families\nBe the man on the beach with the world at his feet\nYes, it could be you, oh-oh-oh4 ",0 +8133,Elton_John___The_Bitch_Is_Back,happy, "The Bitch Is Back \nI was justified when I was five\nRaising Cain, I spit in your eye\nTimes are changing, now the poor get fat\nBut the fever\'s gonna catch you when the bitch gets back oh \n \nEat meat on Friday, that\'s alright\nI even like steak on a Saturday night\nI can bitch the best at your social do\'s\nI get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, ooh\n \nI\'m a bitch, I\'m a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I\'m better than you\nIt\'s the way that I move, the things that I do, oh \n \nI entertain by picking brains\nSell my soul by dropping names\nI don\'t like those, my God, what\'s that?\nOh, it\'s full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back oh \n \nI\'m a bitch, I\'m a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I\'m better than you\nIt\'s the way that I move, the things that I do, oh\nOh \n \n \nI\'m a bitch, I\'m a bitch, oh, the bitch is back\nStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact\nI can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I\'m better than you\nIt\'s the way that I move, the things that I do, oh\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 \nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back\nBitch, bitch, bitch is back2 ",0 +741,Alice_In_Chains___Nutshell,sad, "Nutshell \nWe chase misprinted lies\nWe face the path of time\nAnd yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle all alone\nNo one to cry to, no place to call home \n \nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh \n \nMy gift of self is raped\nMy privacy is raked\nAnd yet I find, and yet I find repeating in my head\nIf I can\'t be my own, I\'d feel better dead\n \nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh \n 79 ",1 +7717,Eddie_Fisher___Im_Yours,happy, "I’m Yours I\'m yours\nHeart and soul I am yours\nCan\'t you see it my eyes\nCan\'t you hear it in my sighs\nI\'m yours \nI\'m yours\nEvery kiss says I\'m yours\nTake my lips and take my arms\nI\'m a victim of your charms\nI\'m yours\nMy life and my love, dear\nAre yours to command\nI stand here before you\nMy heart in my hand \nI\'m yours\nAll the world knows I\'m yours\nAnd I only hope and pray\nThat someday I\'ll hear you say\nI\'m yours \nMy life and my love, dear\nAre yours to command\nI stand here before you\nMy heart in my hand \nI\'m yours\nAll the world knows I\'m yours\nAnd I only hope and pray\nThat someday I\'ll hear you say\nI\'m, yours",0 +1732,Arcade_Fire___Neighborhood_1_Tunnels,sad, "Neighborhood #1 Tunnels \nAnd if the snow buries my\nMy neighborhood\nAnd if my parents are crying\nThen I\'ll dig a tunnel from my window to yours\nYeah, a tunnel from my window to yours \n \nYou climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle\nThe middle of the town\nAnd since there\'s no one else around, we let our hair grow long\nAnd forget all we used to know\nThen our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow\n \nYou change all the lead, sleeping in my head\nAs the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn \n \nThen we tried to name our babies but we forgot all the names that...\nThe names we used to know\nBut sometimes we remember our bedrooms and our parent\'s bedrooms\nAnd the bedrooms of our friends\nThen we think of our parents, well, what ever happened to them? \n \nYou change all the lead, sleeping in my head to gold\nAs the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn\nIt’s the song I’ve been trying to sing \n \nPurify the colors, purify my mind\nPurify the colors, purify my mind\nAnd spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205 22 ",1 +9018,Fightstar___You__I,sad, "You & I You and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive \nPlease just let us go insane\nWe\'re traveling with spiders legs\nWith our heads above the waves\nThe water broke our fall \nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive\nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive \nI can\'t carry on for long\nI start to feel the pain again\nNow the days all look the same\nI\'m losing sight and hold of home \nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive \nCause there will come\nA day when you\'ll silence\nThe crowds \nAnd you and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive \nIt feels as black as the thoughts I had\nWhen the road was as dark as my fears\nJust take comfort in knowing that\nAll of this ends when I am done\n Please just let us go insane\nThere\'s nothing to declare but us \nYou and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive \nCause there will come\nA day when you silence\nThe crowds \nBecause you and I\nWill never make it out of here\nAlive ",1 +194,ANJA_GARBAREK___Still_Guarding_Space,sad, "Still Guarding Space Hums of conversation\nLip goes\nOne leg crossed\nDriven back into this corner\nIs it the same when I leave\nAs when I come\nOn a higher or lower frequency\nIt means nothing to me\nWatch me turn the volume down\nIt\'s always cold before the last day\nStill guarding space\nSnow piled up by the road to my house\nThe one time I tried\nIt was a fine view\nThrough and across\nThen there was restlessness\nAnd in that movement\nI dressed in the light from outside",1 +6647,David_Sylvian___Let_The_Happiness_In,sad, "Let The Happiness In \nI\'m waiting on the empty docks\nWatching the ships come in\nI\'m waiting for the agony to stop\nOh, let the happiness in \n \nI\'m watching as the gulls all settle down\nUpon the empty vessels\nThe faded whites of their wedding gowns\nThe songs of hopeless selflessness\n \nThe cold December Sun\nA cold that blisters\nThe hands of a working man\nWasted, ooh \n \nI\'m waiting on the empty docks\nWatching the ships roll in\nI\'m longing for the agony to stop\nOh, let the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in \n \nOh, let the happiness in\nListen to the waves against the rocks\nI don\'t know where they\'ve been\nI\'m waiting for the skies to open up\nAnd let the happiness in \n \nOh, let the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it\'s coming, coming on\nLet the happiness in\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it\'s coming, coming on, coming on\nOh, let the happiness in\nCause it\'s coming, coming on\nOh, let the happiness in\nDoo doo, doo doo doo\nOh, let the happiness in",1 +2143,Augie_March___Tulip,calm, "Tulip Are you lit from the inside, is that why your teeth are bright?\nYou smile as the sun sets on the window, and the car fills up with light\nMake a smile tulip, don\'t think of me as something that\'s passed\nI am not written in the book, but I intend to last...\nAnd as the sun comes up you know it\'s really going down\nYou only framed it incorrectly, now you cannot turn it round\nIf there\'s enough of us here left, then we\'ll drive it into town\nAnd when we pass the field of tulips, then I\'ll put the knuckle down...\nDon\'t frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon\'t frown tulip\nYou know it\'s all worthwhile...\nThere were lions by the roadside, I was driving with my Father\nThrough a dream of French forests, and all was warmth and solace\nAnd all said He is with us, but always sad and serious\nStanding outside in the garden, pained and peerless... \nDon\'t frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon\'t frown tulip\nYou know it\'s all worthwhile...\nMake a smile at the end of your tether\nThis was never gonna last forever... \nThe woods all were peopled with daughters and sons\nThe teeming uncounted and unchosen ones\nWho don\'t dance anymore, they just move around in bubbles\nAnd nobody notices nobody\'s troubles\nNobody notices nobody\'s troubles... \nDon\'t frown tulip\nMake a smile\nDon\'t frown tulip\nYou know it\'s all worthwhile...\nMake a smile at the end of your tether\nThis was never gonna last forever\nDon\'t frown tulip, don\'t frown tulip...",2 +2033,Athlete___Westside,happy, "Westside All the energetic people\nThey all sparkle as they\'re walking\nDown the street; can\'t see their faces\nBut I\'ve noticed that they seem to have\nBig hands; the stage is set\nIs there glamour, who\'s got my Etnies? \nNow you know that I can see you\nAnd you know that it is easy\nTo see me; something has been on my mind\nSomething has struck me\nKind of odd, look out for quicksand\nThere is high ground; who wants this rock scene?\nWe sing\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be\nPart of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be\nPart of the rock scene \nNow the time has come and yeah\nThe show, it must stay strong\nAnd are we all part of the latest craze\nOr is this how we mend our ways\nAnd I can hear the taxi calling\nTelling me we haven\'t left yet \nAs the lights go on we\'re out tonight\nAnd how you seem to stand out\nIn a crowd you raise the tempo\nIn the disco as you make this place\nYour own; the stage is set\nIs there glamour, I\'m in this rock scene \nCHORUS!\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\n House on the rock\nSurely it will last forever?\nHouse on the rock\nDon\'t you know it\'s now or never?\nHouse on the rock\nSurely it will last forever?\nHouse on the rock \nCHORUS!\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene\nWhenever you look you can see\nThat everybody wants to be part of the rock scene \nWhen when when when whenever, rock scene! repeat ",0 +8477,Eric_Clapton___River_Of_Tears_Live,sad, "River of Tears Live \nIt\'s three miles to the river\nThat would carry me away\nAnd two miles to the dusty street\nThat I saw you on today\nIt\'s four miles to my lonely room\nWhere I will hide my face\nAnd about half a mile to the downtown bar\nThat I ran from in disgrace \n \nLord, how long have I got to keep on running?\nSeven hours, seven days or seven years?\nAll I know is since you\'ve been gone\nFeel like I\'m drowning in a river\nDrowning in a river of tears\nFeel like I\'m drowning\nDrowning in a river\n \nIn three more days, I\'ll leave this town\nAnd disappear without a trace\nA year from now, maybe settle down\nWhere no one knows my face\nBut I wish that I could hold you\nOne more time to ease the pain\nBut my time\'s run out and I got to go\nGot to run away again \n \nStill, I catch myself thinking\nOne day I\'ll find my way back here\nAnd you\'ll save me from drowning\nDrowning in a river Drowning\nI\'m drowning in a river of tears\nDrowning in a river\nFeel like I\'m drowning\nDrowning in a river \n \nFeel like I\'m drowning\nLord, how long must this go on?\nI\'m drowning in a river of tears",1 +617,Alamo_Race_Track___Short_Leave,calm, "Short Leave Thank you for today\nAll our past seems miles away\nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\nAnd the sky hangs heavy with rain\nBut it doesn\'t seem to bother you \nEverything\'s okay \nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought\nAnd don\'t say I\'m keeping us away\nBeen waiting around like soldiers \nThey will gut us to death \nStaring across the shoreline\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought we had\nTry not to forget a single moment when it\'s gone \nThank you for today\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought \nThank you for today\nI will stop and save it in\nEvery little thought \nThank you for today",2 +510,Aimee_Mann___Calling_on_Mary,sad, "Calling On Mary \nI heard the sidewalk Santa say\n Merry Christmas, merry Christmas \nSalvation\'s coming cheap today\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas \n \nI searched the skyline for a star\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nAnd, baby, I wondered where you are\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\n \n\'Cause comfort\'s not possible when\nYou look past the joy to the end \n \nCalling on Mary is voluntary\nUnless you\'re alone like me\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree \n \nWhen I was young, I couldn\'t see\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nAll that my true love gave to me\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas \n \nShe offered sight to the blind\nBut I\'m not the miracle kind \n \nCalling on Mary is voluntary\nUnless you\'re alone like me\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 \nAnd to all the lost souls down below\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nWhat\'s one more drifter in the snow?\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas\nMerry Christmas, merry Christmas \n \nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree\nIf there\'s a star above, then it can look like love\nWhen they light up the Christmas tree ",1 +9344,Foo_Fighters___Over_And_Out,sad, "Over and Out \nRestless little one\nComfortable and warm\nLet me fall apart\nCrippled in your arms \n \nChase me through the dark\nReady on your mark\nFirst to reach the stars\nWins a broken heart\nOne that broke apart\nShattered from the start\n \nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don\'t feel you anymore \n \nCages and alarms\nKeeping us from harm\nI will be the guard\nHope to rest upon \n \nCould I be the one\nTo break a will so strong\nPray it won\'t be long\nTill your will is gone\nEverything is done\nNothing left at all \n \nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don\'t feel you anymore\nAre you there\nWill you give in\nAre you there\nIf I give out\nOoh\n \nOver and out\nOoh\nCages and alarms\nKeeping us from harm\nI will be the guard\nHope to rest upon\nEverything is done\nNothing left at all \n \nAre you there\nDo you read me\nAre you there\nI don\'t feel you anymore\nAre you there\nWill you give in\nAre you there\nIf I give out ",1 +9584,Frightened_Rabbit___Poke,sad, "Poke \nPoke at my iris\nWhy can\'t I cry about this?\nMaybe there is something that you know that I don\'t\nWe adopt brand new language\nCommunicate through pursed lips\nAnd you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces\nI might never catch a mouse\nAnd present it in my mouth\nTo make you feel you\'re with someone who deserves to be with you\nBut there\'s one thing we\'ve got going\nAnd it\'s the only thing worth knowing\nIt\'s got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon\nWhy won\'t our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?\nAnd we can mourn its passing\nAnd then bury it in snow\nOr should we kick its cunt in\nAnd watch as it dies from bleeding?\nIf you don\'t want to be with me just say and I will go \n \nOoh\nOoh \n \nWe can change our partners\nThis is a progressive dance but\nRemember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor\nWell, this has been a reel\nI\'ve got shin-splints and a stitch from we\nBut like a drunken night it\'s the best bits that are coloured in \nYou should look through some old photos\nI adored you in every one of those\nIf someone took a picture of us now they\'d need to be told\nThat we had ever clung and tied\nA navy knot with arms at night\nI\'d say she was his sister but she doesn\'t have his nose\n And now we\'re unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated\nBut I hate when I feel like this\nAnd I never hated you \n \nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh \nOoh\nOoh\nOoh\nOoh4 ",1 +1753,Arch_Enemy___Dehumanization,anger, "Dehumanization [Verse 1: Angela Gossow, Christopher Amott, Both]\nThis is the age of dehumanization\nPerverted creation\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nResurrecting a dead messiah\nFor a paralyzed race\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance \n \nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, ill-fated\nThe new breed, a generation to kill\n[Verse 2: Angela Gossow, Christopher Amott, Both]\nSowing the seed of suffering\nUpon these fertile hearts\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nChosen to be slaughtered\nBy the masters of manipulation\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance \n \nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, Ill-fated\nThe new breed, parasites, a generation to kill \n \nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance\nDamn misled children\nYou never stood a chance \n \nInfected, neglected\nThe new breed of a generation to come\nRejected, ill-fated\nThe new breed, parasites, a generation to kill ",3 +20,10_Years___Seasons_To_Cycles,sad, "Seasons to Cycles How small do you want me to be\nWait in the balance, left lonely\nSo much can be said through silence\nAs hard as it seems\nAll that we need is to close to be seen \nOur lives\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nA billion walls for me to climb\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nTravels the very nature we live in\nSeasons to cycles children to men\nMislead, misread\nCompany or companion\nWith all of our hearts, we follow our dreams\nSlightly out of reach \nOur lives\nYou build your walls for me to climb\nA billion walls for me to climb\nYou build your walls for me to climb ",1 +8529,Eskimo_Joe___Comfort_you,happy, "Comfort You \nI will come\nCome to comfort you\nI will come\nCome to comfort you \n \nI will come\nCome to comfort you\nI will come\nCome to comfort you\n \nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming\nComing, coming ",0 +7414,Donny_Osmond___Soldier_Of_Love,happy, "Soldier of Love So you heard that I\'m a rebel\nWith a heart made of stone\nI got a restless spirit\nThat nobody can own \nIf a picture tells a story\nWon\'t you listen to mine\nI\'m searching for the answer\nBut it\'s so hard to find \nYou\'ll see much deeper\nWhen you read between the lines\n\'Cause there\'s a fire\nBurning in my eyes\nLike a thief in the night\nWho can\'t get enough\nI am willing to fight\n\'Cause I\'m a soldier of love \nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin\' gets rough\nIt\'s a state of the heart\nWhen you\'re a soldier of love\nI willing to fight \nLove can be so heartless\nWhen you turn out the lights\nA mutual surrender\nIn the heat of the night \nLife\'s an empty picture\nWhen you\'re living alone\nMaybe that\'s the reason\nEvery heart needs a home \nEach time I fall down\nI get on my feet again\nI\'m gonna win this battle\nIn the end\nSee Donny Osmond LiveGet tickets as low as $110 Like a thief in the night\nWho can\'t get enough\nI am willing to fight\n\'Cause I\'m a soldier of love \nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin\' gets rough\nIt\'s a state of the heart\nWhen you\'re a soldier of love \nYou\'ll see much deeper\nWhen you read between the lines\nCause there\'s a fire\nBurning in my eyes \nLike a thief in the night\nWho can\'t get enough\nI am willing to fight\n\'Cause I\'m a soldier of love \nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin\' gets rough\nIt\'s a state of the heart\nWhen you\'re a soldier of love \nShalalalalala, when the goin\' gets rough\nShalalalalala, I\'m a soldier of love\nShalalalalala, when the goin\' gets rough\nShalalalalala, a soldier for your love\nLike a thief in the night\nWho can\'t get enough\nI am willing to fight\n\'Cause I\'m a soldier of love \nLike a shot in the dark\nWhen the goin\' gets rough\nIt\'s a state of the heart\nWhen you\'re a soldier of love ",0 +6705,DePhazz___Online,calm, "Online Well. \nGuided by the senses\nWith a licence to provide\nBits of low-life to the senseless\nYou can be Jakyll and you can be Hyde \nEnjoy the secret service\nAnd the messages you\'ll get\nEehhh, I hope you can tell by the intention\nWho\'s the spider in the net?\nWho\'s the spider in the net?\nWell you\'ve got to meet me online\nI\'ve been disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime \nI wanna download you for a lifetime\nI wanna download you... download you for a lifetime \nToday they won\'t use nails\nJesus would not be crucified\nHe would be choked by mails \nWell you\'ve got to meet me online\nI\'ve been disconnected for a long time. disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online. online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime. download you for a lifetime \nWell you\'ve got to meet me online\nI\'ve been disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime \nWell you\'ve got to meet me online. yeah\nI\'ve been disconnected for a long time. disconnected for a long time\nWell you got to meet me online\nI wanna download you for a lifetime. I love to touch you offline",2 +7771,Edyta_Gorniak___Linger,calm, "Linger Everyday I\'m growing a little bit closer to you\nI find myself doing everything you ask me to do\nWe talk a little then you say you have to be gone\nBut when you leave me the memory hangs on and on \nWhy don\'t you linger a little bit longer\nWon\'t you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer now feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer\nA little bit longer\nI can see you thinking about what your love means to me\nI can sense the feeling that nobody else ever sees\nYou\'re always in a rush how I wish you\'d take a little time\nWhy run when one kiss could make you mine all mine \nWhy don\'t you linger a little bit longer\nWon\'t you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer \nBreaks me up every time that you go away\nWouldn\'t it be simpler all round if you were to stay yeah \nLinger a little bit longer\nWon\'t you linger just a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger\nLinger a little bit longer\nWon\'t you linger a little bit longer... move in closer\nFeel my love grow stronger\nLinger. A little bit longer\nWhy don\'t you linger a little bit longer\nWon\'t you linger a little bit longer\nMove in closer feel my love grow stronger...",2 +4281,Bright_Eyes___Method_Acting,sad, "Method Acting \nI, basically, woke up and---\nThe oldest story...\nIt was sun---\nHow long will it take to get to my voice?\nWell I, I took history class and I---\n[What\'s a pretty old standard??]\nAmazing grace, how sweet---\n...Saturday and that\'s why the...\nI realized that I like what it is...\n...saved a wretch like---\n \nThere is no beginning to the story\nA bookshelf sinks into the sand\nAnd a language learned and forgot, in turn\nIs studied once again\nIt\'s a shocking bit of footage\nViewed from a shitty TV screen\nYou can squint at it through snowy static\nTo make out the meaning\nAnd keep on stretching the antenna\nHoping that it will come clear\nWe need some reception, a higher message\nJust tell us what to fear \n \nCause I don\'t know what tomorrow brings\nIt\'s alive with such possibilities\nAll I know is I feel better when I sing\nBurdens are lifted from me, that\'s my voice rising \n \nSo Michael, please keep the tape rolling\nBoys keep strumming those guitars\nWe need a record of our failures\nYes, we must document our love\nI\'ve sat too long in my silence\nHave grown too old in my pain\nTo shed this skin, be born again\nIt starts with an ending\n \nSo thank you friends for the time we shared\nMy love stays with you like sunlight and air\nOh I truly wish I could keep hanging around here\nMy joy is covering me, soon I will disappear \n \nIt\'s not a movie, no private screening\nThis method acting, well, I call that living, yeah\nIt\'s like a fountain, a door has been opened\nWe have a problem with no solution\nBut to love and to be loved \n \nSo, I\'ve made peace with the falling leaves\nI see their same fate in my own body\nBut I won\'t be frightened when I\'m awoken from this dream\nAnd returned to that which gave birth to me \n \nGave birth to me, gave birth to me, gave birth to me\nAnd the story, and the story goes\nAnd it goes on and on and on and on\nIt\'s going on and on and on and on x6 ",1 +9519,Freda_Payne___Band_Of_Gold,happy, "Band of Gold \n \nNow that you\'re gone\nAll that\'s left is a band of gold\nAll that\'s left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the memories of what love could be\nIf you were still here with me \n \nYou took me from the shelter of my Mother\nI had never known or love any other\nWe kissed after taking vows\nBut that night of the honeymoon\nWe stayed in separate rooms\n \nI\'d wait in the darkness of my lonely room\nFilled with sadness, filled with gloom\nHoping soon\nThat you\'d walk back through that door\nAnd love me like you tried before \n \nSince you\'ve been gone\nAll that\'s left is a band of gold\nAll that\'s left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the dream of what love could be\nIf you were just here, here with me \n \n \nOhhhhhhhhh... \n \nDoncha know that I wait in the darkness of my lonely room\nFilled with sadness, filled with gloom\nHoping soon that you\'d walk back through that door\nAnd love me like you tried before\n \nSince you\'ve been gone\nAll that\'s left is a band of gold\nAll that\'s left of the dreams I hold\nIs a band of gold\nAnd the dream of what love could be\nIf you were still here with me\nSince you\'ve been gone\nAll that\'s left is a band of gold... ",0 +5765,Commodores___Brick_House,happy, "Brick House \nUh\nMmm, mmm, mmm \n \nOw, she\'s a brick house\nShe\'s mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out\nAh, she\'s a brick house\nI like ladies stacked and that\'s a fact\nAin\'t holding nothing back\nOw, she\'s a brick house\nWell put together, everybody knows\nThis is how the story goes\n \nShe knows she\'s got everything\nMmm, that a woman needs to get a man, yeah, yeah\nHow can she lose with the stuff she use?\n36-24-36, ow, what a winning hand \n \n\'Cause she\'s a brick house\nShe\'s mighty mighty, a-just letting it all hang out\nAh, she\'s a brick house\nOw, like ladies stacked and that\'s a fact\nAin\'t holding nothing back\nOh, she\'s a brick house\nYeah, she\'s the one, the only one built like an Amazon \n \nMmm, the clothes she wear, her sexy ways\nMake a old man wish for younger days, yeah, yeah\nShe knows she\'s built and knows how to please\nSure 'nough to knock a strong man to his knees \n \n\'Cause she\'s a brick house\nYeah, she\'s mighty mighty, just letting it all hang out\nA brick house\nI like ladies stacked and that\'s a fact\nAin\'t holding nothing back, yow\nSee Commodores LiveGet tickets as low as $59 \nShaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka gah gah gah\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka dow now\nShaka gah shaka, ow! \n \nBrick house\nYeah, she\'s mighty mighty, a-just letting it all hang out\nOw, a brick house\nYeah, she\'s the one, the only one built like an Amazon, yeah \n \nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka now now\nShaka gow shaka gow shaka, shake it\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah shaka now now\nShaka gah shaka gah gah, shake it\n \nOw, a brick house6 ",0 +2650,Bedouin_Soundclash___Jeb_Rand,calm, "Jeb Rand Jeb Rand, running from bullets of his past\nJumping, from rock to rock, just out of grasp\nOrphan boy, coming from ships across the sea\nMemory is what you know not what you see \nSo please understand… \nJeb Rand, you\'re a wanted man\nShot down by your brother\'s hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won\'t stop till you can, understand\nJeb Rand, fighting time, with all his might\nA desert wind, blows ten thousand cans\nBlazing in the night \nSo please understand… \nJeb Rand, you\'re a wanted man\nShot down by your brother\'s hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won\'t stop till you can, understand…stand, understand…stand \nSo please understand… \nJeb Rand, you\'re a wanted man\nShot down by your brother\'s hand\nJeb Rand, run out of this land\nThey won\'t stop till you can, understand",2 +6864,Demon_Hunter___Fire_To_My_Soul,anger, "Fire to My Soul \nWe flow with bitter words that file sharp our teeth\nAnd we bite off our own tounges\nWe trample any trace of your divinity\'s hope\nAnd when you beg for us to open up and let you in\nThen we\'ll cut you out instead \n \nYou promised you\'d give us your word\nWe never believed it was true\nAnd we pretend that we never heard\nCause we still don\'t believe in you\n \nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life \n \nWe built a wall to keep you out\nIgnoring every word\nAnd we saw your face behind our tounges\nApathetic to what we\'d heard \n \nYou promised you\'d give us your word\nWe never believed it was true\nAnd we pretend that we never heard\nCause we still don\'t believe in you \n \nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life \n \nWhy does it falter? We built it all ourselves\nWhy does it hurt so bad, forsaking all this help?\nWhy are we choking on pills designed to heal?\nWe threw our hearts away cuz we\'re too afraid, too afraid to feel\n \nI heard you calling, setting fire to my soul\nIs this the voice we die for?\nWe die for life ",3 +5408,Christina_Aguilera___Thank_You_Dedication_To_Fans,happy, "Thank You Dedication to Fans... \nI feel like I\'ve been locked up\nOh, oh, oh\nMy body\'s sayin\' 'let\'s go\'\nOh, oh, oh\nC\'mon, c\'mon\nOh, oh, oh\nBaby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby\nOh, oh, oh\nI grant you three wishes 'cause I\'ll be the genie\nChristina Aguilera\nOh, oh, oh\n \nIt seems like a lifetime\nSince I felt like a prisoner of my dreams, yeah\nIt took such a long time\nFor me to realize just how to be\nAnd to listen to me \n \nDon\'t go thinking I\'m not thankful\n\'Cause me, I\'ve got my hands full of good things, ooh\nAnd I hope I can give back a little bit of what you\'ve given me\nI absolutely love your music\nYou inspire me to keep on living\nSo what you gotta say? \n \nSo thank you for standing right by me I will always love you\nSo thank you for being behind me you are just so amazing\nAnd watching me grow and lettin\' others know\nThat you still believe in what I\'ll be \n \nHey Christina, this is Samantha Silvers\nMy name is Mike Holeman. My name is Shikara Franklin. My name is Gustavo Medina. My name is Sarah Moore. Cammy Simpson. My name is Cory Seal. My name\'s Jessica Cavanaugh .I just wanted to let you know that you are truly one of the best artist\'s that I\'ve ever come across. You\'ve taught me to not care about what other people think. You deeply affected me and helped me to deal with and overcome some incidents from my past that I was never able to fix before. Tu musica me ha inspirado a ser mas fuerte. My name is Carlos Valenzuela. There was a time in my life when I wanted to commit suicide. Your music, uh, helped me get through the rough times. On the Stripped album, my favorite song is 'Walk Away\'. It helped me get over a lot stuff with my ex-boyfriend. Your music is so inspiring. I was employed in Iraq during the war. I was 82nd airborne division and your voice is just so inspiring and so moving\nIt kept a lot of us going. Keep inspiring people, 'cause you\'re doing a great job. This is Shane Burrows you\'re a classy honest woman, both naughty and nice. Ravishing, seductive and sexy. Christina, thank you so much, please never stop. Ha\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70 \nSome people have said things in times\nAbout me that weren\'t always true\nOoh, yeah\nBut you\'ve always been there\nTo give that extra love to pull me through\nTo do what I gotta do \n \n\'Cause there\'ll always be those ups and downs\nBut you always seemed to stick around\nAnd see me through to believe, yeah\nAnd I hope I can keep back\nA little bit of what you\'ve given me\nYa give me all that I need, yeah \n \nSo thank you for standing right by me I thank you for everything\nSo thank you for being behind me thank you Christina\nAnd watching me grow and lettin\' others know\nThat you still believe in what I\'ll be\nSing it, girl \n \nIt took a while 'till I could do what I wanted\nAnd now I\'m so happy that I started where I started\nI\'m thankin\' God that I can be in a position\nTo do my own thing now and make my own decisions\nAnd so I\'m thanking you for being true\nAnd standin\' by me through and through\n \nChristina, I just want to tell you you have truly brightened my life. Thank you so much. My name is Warren Gregory Keller. Your music has shown me that life isn\'t all about judging people or being judged. This is Shauna Wile. Thank you Christina for everything you\'ve done for me and all your fans. Christina, I love you girl, rock on. My name is Durant Thirsty. Christina, I\'m inspired every time I hear your voice. Every note I\'ve heard you sing. Every lyric you\'ve written. The way you command the stage. You are a true artist\nMy name is Antoinette. It\'s so very hard to find a woman my same age with your strength and being so strong and able to stand on your two feet. Um, no matter what, thank you for being my motivation in that way. My name is John I\'m a huge, huge fan\nAnd I cannot wait to see what is coming next1 ",0 +5616,Cocoon___Tell_me,sad, "Tell Me Tell me what they said when they found out that I\'ve lost you \nTell me that you feel better when I say it scares me too \nI\'m not a friend of yours anymore \nI\'m not a friend of yours anymore \nTell me every bent \nTell me all of the dances I never know\nTell me every fence \nTell me all the gaves you never show \nI\'m not a friend of yours anymore \nI\'m not a friend of yours anymore \nRefrain: \nAnd tonight \nI hate birds \nI hate birds \nI hate birds \nI hate birds x2 \nI hate birds x3",1 +8636,Evanescence___Cloud_Nine,anger, "Cloud Nine \nIf you want to live, let live\nIf you want to go, let go\nI\'m not afraid to dream, to sleep, sleep forever \n \nI don\'t need to touch the sky\nI just want to feel that high\nAnd you refuse to lift me \n \nGuess it wasn\'t real after all\nGuess it wasn\'t real all along\n \nIf I fall and all is lost\nIt\'s where I belong \n \nIf you want to live, let live\nIf you want to go, let go\nI\'m never gonna be your sweet, sweet surrender \n \nGuess it wasn\'t real after all\nGuess it wasn\'t real all along \n \nIf I fall and all is lost\nNo light to lead the way\nNever thought that it would end up this way \n \nRemember that all alone is where I belong \n \nIn a dream\nWill you give your love to me?\nBeg my broken heart to beat\nSave my life, change my mind\n \nIf I fall and all is lost\nNo light to lead the way\nNever thought that it would end up this way \n \nRemember that all alone is where I belong1 ",3 +3563,Blonde_Redhead___SW,sad, "SW It\'s not, it\'s not what you give but it\'s what you kept\nIt\'s not, it\'s not who you kill but it\'s who you left \nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am ... \nIt\'s not, it\'s not how you speak but it\'s what you said\nIt\'s not, it\'s not what you seek but it\'s what you have\nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am... \nIt\'s not, it\'s not what it seems ... It\'s not what it seems\nIt\'s not, it\'s not what you leave but it\'s what you hold \nI am I am running in my head\nI am I am lying on my left\nI am I am growing in my bed\nI am I am ...",1 +7709,Ed_Harcourt___God_Protect_Your_Soul,sad, "God Protect Your Soul Well I hope God protects your soul\nI don\'t know if you should leave home alone\nMaybe you\'ve been drinking from the Devil\'s bowl\nI can\'t express myself 'cause I\'m not fully grown \nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see \nWell I am conscious of the way that I act\nBut I won\'t betray you, you can be sure of that\nI\'m not a pet who does tricks at the drop of a hat\nI wish I was fiction, I wish I was fact\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see\nMy heartache, is my mistake you see \nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me? \nYes we feel bad in winter\nWe act a little bit strange\nThe dark sky threatens me daily\nMakes me alter and change, change, change, change \nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me? \nI need to build a wall around me\nI need to build a wall around me\nBut I want to smile with everybody\nWould you say that is possessive of me?\nWould you say that is possessive of me?",1 +8527,Eskimo_Joe___Planet_Earth,happy, "Planet Earth Outside a marketplace on earth\nThere\'s a subject we all talk about\nIt\'s called girls and how they work\nLast night while walking in the park\nA strange kind of thought occurred to me\nSo I went to your house and told you \nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold \nOut in the stars, up in the sky\nThere\'s a thing that they all talk about\nIt\'s called the opposite and how it works\nLast night while walking past your house\nI came across a man who said to me\nIt\'s out in the stars, up in the sky\nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold\nThey call this place the planet earth\nWhere you just know you\'re not the first \nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many\nOh, It\'s a low, it\'s a low, it\'s so many \nThere is a place where people go\nAnd it is worth its weight in gold\nThey call this place the planet earth\nWhere you just know you\'re not the first\nWhere you just know you\'re not the...\nWhere you just know you\'re not the first",0 +8071,Elliott_Smith___Baby_Britain,sad, "Baby Britain \nBaby Britain feels the best\nFloating over a sea of vodka\nSeparated from the rest\nFights problems with bigger problems\nSees the ocean fall and rise\nCounts the waves that somehow didn\'t hit her\nWater pouring from her eyes\nAlcoholic and very bitter \n \nFor someone half as smart\nYou\'d be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can\'t help until you start\n \nWe knocked another couple back\nThe dead soldiers lined up on the table\nStill prepared for an attack\nThey didn\'t know they\'d been disabled\nFelt a wave, a rush of blood\nYou won\'t be happy 'til the bottle\'s broken\nYou\'re out swimming in the flood\nYou kept back, you kept unspoken \n \nFor someone half as smart\nYou\'d be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can\'t help you until you start \n \nYou got a look in your eye\nWhen you\'re saying goodbye\nLike you wanna say hi \n \nThe light was on but it was dim\nRevolver\'s been turned over\nAnd now it\'s ready once again\nThe radio was playing 'Crimson and Clover\'\nLondon Bridge is safe and sound\nNo matter what you keep repeating\nNothing\'s gonna drag me down\nTo a death that\'s not worth cheating\n \nFor someone half as smart\nYou\'d be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart\nAnd I can\'t help until you start \nFor someone half as smart\nYou\'d be a work of art\nYou put yourself apart ",1 +6774,Dean__Britta___I_Deserve_It,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +4179,Brenda_Lee___Rockin_Around_The_Christmas_Tree,happy, "Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree \nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nAt the Christmas party hop\nMistletoe hung where you can see\nEvery couple tries to stop \n \nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nLet the Christmas spirit ring\nLater we\'ll have some pumpkin pie\nAnd we\'ll do some caroling\n \nYou will get a sentimental feeling when you hear\nVoices singing, Let\'s be jolly\nDeck the halls with boughs of holly! \n \nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nHave a happy holiday\nEveryone\'s dancing merrily\nIn the new old fashioned way \n \n \nYou will get a sentimental feeling when you hear\nVoices singing, Let\'s be jolly\nDeck the halls with boughs of holly! \n \nRockin\' around the Christmas tree\nHave a happy holiday\nEveryone\'s dancing merrily\nIn the new old fashioned way 9 ",0 +5481,Cirque_du_Soleil___Rideau,sad, "Rideau Juzoom juzoom bao gan mei\nFou dar Eguiun cum baun grouse in guei\nPao can judge\nCri langomam face aou to clis\nBriau to rontate for maun trouse\nOne capentar for rangue caleng zo\nNew tar cumzu chao melan croe\nForteen brisaid for a compaly cris\nTrebicanlees a funran magon sis satulan for come tros\nEpalen jus\nMegaon galan blis and blose sound magao sees\nJuzoom juzoom bao gan mei ",1 +1804,Arctic_Monkeys___Cigarette_Smoker_Fiona,happy, "Cigarette Smoker Fiona \nSat at the side of the pool at one of your houses\nWith wet white trousers on\nAnd worlds collide as the evening continues\nThe dignity fucks off\nHer brother\'s gone off to the strippers\nTo make up for all the lost time\nShe could have been one of the bitches\nBut she\'s actually alright \n \nCigarette smoker\nI\'m sorry, but we\'re all unsure how much you\'ve had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more\n \nA country home, even if we really tried\nWouldn\'t cease to surprise us now\nAnd I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap\nWhen are your parents back? D\'you know?\nWell, I never came from no ghetto\nBut it wasn\'t nowhere near here\nWell-spoken girls in stilettos\nAren\'t something to fear \n \nCigarette smoker\nI\'m sorry, but we\'re all unsure how much you\'ve had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more \n \n \nCigarette smoker\nI\'m sorry, but we\'re all unsure how much you\'ve had\nBut we think that you ought to\nMaybe not have any more \n \nCigarette smoker\nCigarette smoke doesn\'t hide as well as you think\nAnd you\'d think that it ought to\nAct as the perfect disguiseSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 3 ",0 +1944,Ashlee_Simpson___Say_Goodbye,calm, "Say Goodbye \nYou don\'t know me\nLike you knew me\nYou stopped listening\nThe moment that I needed you the most\nYou can\'t see me\nLike you saw me\nTruth comes easy\nBut it\'s hard for you to pull me from the ground \n \nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere\'s no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou\'d still be you, and I\'d still need\nTo say goodbye\n \nMaybe you don\'t\nLove me\nLike I love you, baby\n\'Cause the broken in you doesn\'t make me run\nThere is beauty\nIn the dark side\nI\'m not frightened\nWithout it, I could never feel the sun \n \nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere\'s no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou\'d still be you, and I\'d still need\nTo say goodbye \n \nNothing will change, no matter what you say\nI\'m still gonna be the same\nThe harder we try, the harder that we fight\nCan\'t get it right \n \nSo I scream, scream 'cause it hurts\nYour every word\nCuts me inside and leaves me worse\nThere\'s no way back\nAnd what if there was\nYou\'d still be you, and I\'d still need\nTo say goodbye\n \nTo say goodbye\nSay goodbye1 ",2 +7589,Dulce_Liquido___Pissed_Off,anger, "Pissed Off Disgrace, waiting for my calling\nThis rage will crush your life\nGive me only one reason\nSo I won´t devour you \nThis rage grows in the darkness\nMy hate gives me the strength\nJust dare my feelings, you´re lost\nMy other side will condemn you \nThis day, I´ll break your goodness\nHostility runs in my blood\nThis day, you´ll be my prey\nYou´re a victim of your own disgrace\nMy curse will be always waiting\nYou´ll become frightened in here\nEmbrace the power that blazes\nDon´t try to deny your fate \nThere´s evil in my eyes ",3 +4807,Cara_Dillon___There_Were_Roses,sad, "There Were Roses My song for you this evening\nIt\'s not to make you sad\nNor for adding to the sorrows\nOf this troubled northern land\nBut lately I\'ve been thinking\nAnd it just won\'t leave my mind\nI\'ll tell you of two friends one time\nWho were both good friends of mine \nIsaac he was Protestant\nAnd Sean was Catholic born\nBut it never made a difference\nFor the friendship it was strong\nAnd sometimes in the evening\nWhen we heard the sound of drums\nWe said it won\'t divide us\nWe will always be as one\nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together\nIt was on a Sunday morning\nWhen the awful news came round\nAnother killing had been done\nJust outside Newry Town\nWe knew that Isaac danced up there\nWe knew he liked the band\nBut when we heard that he was dead\nWe just could not understand \nThe fear it filled the countryside\nThere was fear in every home\nWhen late at night a car came\nProwling round the Ryan Road\nA Catholic would be killed tonight\nTo even up the score\nOh Christ, it\'s young MacDonald\nThey have taken from the door \nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together\n Isaac was my friend he cried\nHe begged them with his tears\nBut centuries of hatred\nHave ears that do not hear\nAn eye for an eye\nIt was all that filled their minds\nAnd another eye for another eye\nTill everyone is blind \nNow I don\'t know where the moral is\nOr where this song should end\nBut I wonder just how many wars\nAre fought between good friends\nAnd those who give the orders\nAre not the ones to die\nIt\'s Scott and young MacDonald\nAnd the likes of you and I \nThere were roses, roses\nThere were roses\nAnd the tears of a people ran together ",1 +3980,Bowling_For_Soup___Punk_Rock_101,happy, "Punk Rock 101 \nRock! \n \nShe works at Hot Topic\nHis heart: microscopic\nShe thinks that it\'s love\nBut to him, it\'s sex\nHe listens to emo\nBut Fat Mike\'s his hero\nHis bank account\'s zero\nWhat comes next?\n \nSame song; different Chorus \n \nIt\'s stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet\'s throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101! \n \nShe bought him a skateboard\nA rail-slide, his knee tore\nHe traded it for drums at the local pawn shop\nShe left him for staring\nAt girls and not caring\nWhen she cried 'cause she thought Bon Jovi broke up \n \nSame song; second Chorus \n \nIt\'s stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet\'s throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\n \nDon\'t forget the delay\nOn the very last word\nSeven years later\nHe works as a waiter\nShe marries a trucker\nAnd he\'s never there\nThe story never changes\nJust the names and faces\nLike Tommy and Gina\nThey\'re living on a prayer\nDid you just say that again?\nI said \n \nIt\'s stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet\'s throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101! \n \nIt\'s stupid, contagious\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your sweat bands\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet\'s throw up our rock hands\nFor Punk Rock 101!\nIt\'s stupid, contagious same song, different chorus\nTo be broke and famous\nCan someone please save us same song, different chorus\nFrom Punk Rock 101?\nMy Dickies, your rock hands same song, different chorus\nMy spiked hair, your new Vans\nLet\'s shoplift some sweat bandssame song, different chorus\nFor Punk Rock 101!5 ",0 +1590,Antimatter___Redemption,sad, "Redemption I should take what\'s left of this for myself\nI\'ve had the pieces stripped\nBy long hands feeding small minds\nAnd I never thought that this could come back\nI failed to do it right\nAnd took long strides into the firing line\nAnd the less I feel alive the less I feel alive\nWho lifts the sin from the man?\nFrom the corner of the ring we gave up\nThe optimist had died, leaving the black side to tow the line",1 +4506,Bubba_Sparxxx___Back_In_The_Mud,anger, "Back in the Mud One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO.. \n \nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away \n \nIt\'s just that country boy, city slick\nHot boy, temperament\nAdd the pony, add the flame\nEither way it\'s an event\nIf it\'s me consider it\nPardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me\nSuckers keep they distances\nFather, Kay Hey\nWhat\'s that they say\nHip hop redneck that\'s a safe place\nSay what makes you comfortable\nWith me cause I like it here\nHow about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer\nTurn it up, let it bang\nRun with me, I bet you can\'t\nTook too much to make it float\nNever will I let it sink\nSo we reinvented it\nBoy are we generous\nHoping that my moment pass\nI can see the end of it\n25 years of life, I was born yesterday\nLoving life, doing right, earning every breath I take\nStanding in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well\nPlaying with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH..\n \nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away \n \nAh Yea, Ah Yea\nPress it up\nShip it out\nCall the pony\nRent it out\nEverything I Am today\nIs what I\'ve really what I\'ve been about\nAthens Georgia Resident\nNative of Lagrange though\nI don\'t love the Peach State, brothers say it ain\'t so\nNaw, Sir, In Fact it\'s quite the opposite\nLoving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis\nCan\'t forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega\nThat put them triple X\'s at the end of Andy\'s moniker\nHow can I run from, everything that made me\nKnowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly\nNow witness something truly inconceivable\nBubba International, but still he kept it regional\nTrying to make my momma proud\nRicky Lathens see me smile\nGotta make sure this next CD is the fire\nMaking sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve\nNothing short that\'s appropriate YEA!!!\n \nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away \n \nGet your cup, fill it up\nSoda don\'t appeal to us\nBut if your broke, do what you can\'t that alone still enough\nHelp us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch\nJust stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this\nHey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route\nLet her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out\nHave her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out\nHe always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now\nAt the end of the day, I will have no regrets\nGot it done on every front, and I ain\'t even focused yet\nAt the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats\nIf you dive in I\'m perusing for a grudge match\nSpell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe\nWhat ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve\nEither in this life, for in the next\nWhether drinking Gin or Becks\nBubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check\n \nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away\nBack in the mud again, I confess, I\'m so happy here\nThere\'s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away2 ",3 +9146,Fischerspooner___Wednesday,anger, "Wednesday Double it\nDouble it\nDouble it \nI feel like I\'m still there\nI feel like I\'m still there\nI feel like I\'m there",3 +897,All_My_Faith_Lost___The_Waves,sad, "The Waves Now it starts all again\nThis suffering, this pain\nI\'m losing power over words\nAll my thoughts are becoming frail\nI\'m losing strenght from my veins\nI see the world trough water veils \nI feel I\'m going under\nThe sound of waves is no longer\nEnding this decay flowing away\nAll your love so many times\nHeld me here by your side\nYour hands, your eyes for all these days\nA warm embrace whenever I cried \nCrystal winged words falling dead\nCollapsing the sense of whatever I said",1 +4228,Brian_Eno___Just_Another_Day_Album_Version,calm, "Giant Dreams Midget Abilities 3. Giant Dreams Midget Abilities \n WHEN YOU\'RE PLAYING YOUR GUITAR, MAKE BELIEVE YOU\'RE PLAYING AN ACTUAL WOMAN, MISTER MANCINI TOLD ME. GRAB HER BY THE NECK AND MAKE HER HOLLER. \nMy father loves jazz and has an extensive collection of records and reel-to-reel tapes he used to enjoy after returning home from work. He might have entered the house in a foul mood, but once he had his Dexter Gordon and a vodka martini, the stress melted away and everything was Beautiful, baby, just beautiful. The instant the needle hit that record, he\'d loosen his tie and become something other than the conservative engineer with a pocketful of IBM pencils embossed with the command think. \n Man, oh man, will you get a load of the chops on this guy? I saw him once at the Blue Note, and I mean to tell you that he blew me right out of my chair! A talent like that comes along only once in a lifetime. The guy was an absolute comet, and there I was in the front row. Can you imagine that? \n Gee, I\'d say. I bet that was really interesting. \nEmpathy was the wrong tack, as it seemed only to irritate him.\n You don\'t know the half of it, my father would say. \'Really interesting\' my butt. You haven\'t got a clue. You could have taken a hatchet and cut the man\'s lips right off his face, chopped them off at the quick, and he still would have played better than anyone else out there. That\'s how good he was. \nBecause it was the music we\'d grown up with, I liked to think that my sisters and I had a genuine appreciation for jazz. We preferred it over the music our friends were listening to, yet nothing we did or said could convince him of our devotion. Aside from replaying the tune on your own instrument, how could you prove you were really listening? It was as if he expected us to change color at the end of each selection. \nDue to his ear and his almost maniacal sense of discipline, I always thought my father would have made an excellent musician. He might have studied the saxophone had he not been born to immigrant parents who considered even pot holders to be an extravagance. They themselves listened only to Greek music, an oxymoron as far as the rest of the world is concerned. Slam its tail in the door of a milk truck and a stray cat could easily yowl out a single certain to top the charts back in Sparta or ThessalonÃ\xadki. Jazz was my father\'s only form of rebellion. It was forbidden in his home, and he appreciated it as though it were his own private discovery. As a young man, he hid his 78\'s under the sofa bed and regularly snuck off to New York City, where he\'d haunt the clubs and consort with goateed hipsters. It was a good life while it lasted. He was in his early forties when the company transferred our family to North Carolina. \n You expect me to live where? he\'d asked. \nThe Raleigh winters agreed with him, but he would\'ve gladly traded the temperate climate for a decent radio station. Since he was limited to his record and tape collection, it became his dream that his family might fill the void by someday forming a jazz combo. \nHis plan took shape the evening he escorted my sisters Lisa and Gretchen and me to the local state university to see Dave Brubeck, who was then touring with his sons. The audience roared when the quartet took the stage, and I leaned back and shut my eyes, pretending the applause was for me. In order to get that kind of attention, you needed a routine that would knock people\'s socks off. I\'d been working on something in private and now began to imagine bringing it to a larger audience. The act consisted of me dressed in a nice shirt and tie and singing a medley of commercial jingles in the voice of Billie Holiday, who was one of my father\'s favorite singers. For my Raleigh concert, I\'d probably open with the number used to promote the town\'s oldest shopping center. A quick nod to my accompanist, and I\'d launch into The Excitement of Cameron Village Will Carry You Away. The beauty of my rendition was that it captured both the joy and the sorrow of a visit to Ellisburg\'s or JCPenney. This would be followed by such crowd pleasers as Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should and the catchy new Coke commercial, I\'d Like to Teach the World to Sing. \nI was lost in my fantasy, ignoring Dave Brubeck and coming up for air only when my father elbowed my ribs to ask, Are you listening to this? These cats are burning the paint right off the walls! The other audience members sat calmly, as if in church, while my father snapped his fingers and bobbed his head low against his chest. People pointed, and when we begged him to sit up and act normal, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted out a request for Blue Rondo a La Turk. \nDriving home from the concert that night, he drummed his palms against the steering wheel, saying, Did you hear that? The guy just gets better every day! He\'s up there onstage with his kids by his side--the whole lot of them jamming up a storm. Christ almighty, what I wouldn\'t give for a family like that. You guys should think of putting an act together. \nMy sister Lisa coughed up a mouthful of grapefruit soda. \n No, I mean it, my father said. All you need are some lessons and instruments and I swear to God you\'d go right through the roof. We hoped this was just another of his five-minute ideas, but by the time we reached the house his eyes were still glowing. That\'s exactly what you need to do, he said. I don\'t know why I didn\'t think of it sooner. \nThe following afternoon, he bought a baby grand piano. It was a used model that still managed to look imposing, even when positioned on a linoleum floor. We took turns stabbing at the keys, but as soon as the novelty wore off we bolstered it with sofa cushions and turned it into a fort. The piano sat neglected in the traditional sense until my father signed Gretchen up for a series of lessons. Lisa was assigned the flute, and I returned home from a scout meeting one evening to find my instrument leaning against the aquarium in my bedroom. \n Hold on to your hat, my father said, because here\'s that guitar you always wanted. \nSurely he had me confused with someone else. While I had regularly petitioned for a brand-name vacuum cleaner, I\'d never said anything about wanting a guitar. Nothing about it appealed to me, not even on an aesthetic level. I had my room arranged just so, and the instrument did not fit in with my nautical theme. An anchor, yes. A guitar, no. He wanted me to jam, so I jammed it in my closet, where it remained until he signed me up for a series of private lessons offered at a music shop located on the ground floor of the recently opened North Hills Mall. I fought it as best I could and feigned illness even as he dropped me off for my first appointment.\n But I\'m sick, I yelled, watching him pull out of the parking lot. I have a virus, and besides that, I don\'t want to play a musical instrument--don\'t you know anything? \nWhen it finally sank in that he wasn\'t coming back, I lugged my guitar into the music store, where the manager led me to my teacher, a perfectly formed midget named Mister Mancini. I was twelve years old at the time, small for my age, and it was startling to find myself locked in a windowless room with a man who barely reached my chest. It seemed wrong that I would be taller than my teacher, but I kept this observation to myself, saying only, My father told me to come here. It was all his idea. \nA fastidious dresser stuck in a small, unfashionable town, Mister Mancini wore clothing I recognized from the young-squires department of Hudson Belk. Some nights he favored button-up shirts with clip-on ties, while other evenings I arrived to find him dressed in flared slacks and snug turtleneck sweaters, a swag of love beads hanging from his neck. His arms were manly and covered in coarse, dark hair, while his voice was high and strange, as if it had been recorded and was now being played back at a faster speed. \nNot a dwarf but an honest-to-God midget. My fascination was both evident and unwelcome and was nothing he hadn\'t been subjected to a million times before. He didn\'t shake my hand, just lit a cigarette and reached for the conch shell he used as an ashtray. Like my father, Mister Mancini assumed that anyone could learn to play the guitar. He had picked it up during a single summer spent in what he called Hotlanta, G. A. This, I knew, was a racy name given to Atlanta, Georgia. Now that, he said, is one classy place if you know where to go. He grabbed my guitar and began tuning it, holding his head close against the strings. Yessiree kid, the girls down on Peachtree are running wild twenty-four hours a day. \nHe mentioned a woman named Beth, saying, They threw away the mold and shut down the factory after making that one, you know what I mean? \nI nodded my head, having no idea what he was talking about. \n She wasn\'t much of a cook, but, hey, I guess that\'s why God invented TV dinners. He laughed at his little joke and repeated the line about the frozen dinners as if he would use it later in a comedy routine. God made TV dinners, yeah, that\'s good. He told me he\'d named his guitar after Beth. Now I can\'t keep my hands off it! he said. Seriously, though, it helps if you give your instrument a name. What do you think you\'ll call yours? \n Maybe I\'ll call it Oliver, I said. It was the name of my hamster, and I was used to saying it. \nThen again, maybe not. \n Oliver? Mister Mancini set my guitar on the floor. Oliver? What the hell kind of name is that? If you\'re going to devote yourself to the guitar, you need to name it after a girl, not a guy. \n Oh, right, I said. Joan. I\'ll call it . . . Joan. \n So tell me about this Joan, he said. Is she something pretty special? \nJoan was the name of one of my cousins, but it seemed unwise to share this information. Oh, yeah, I said. Joan\'s really . . . great. She\'s tall and . . . I felt self-conscious using the word tall and struggled to take it back. She\'s small and has brown hair and everything. \n Is she stacked? \nI\'d never noticed my cousin\'s breasts and was working to conceal the horrible secret that I\'d never noticed anyone\'s breasts, not unless, like our housekeeper\'s, they were large enough to appear freakish. Stacked? Well, sure, I said. She\'s pretty stacked. I was afraid he\'d ask me for a more detailed description and was relieved when he crossed the room and removed Beth from her case. He told me that a guitar student needed plenty of discipline. Talent was great, but time had taught him that talent was also extremely rare. I\'ve got it, he said. But then again, I was born with it. It\'s a gift from God, and those of us who have it are very special people. \nHe seemed to know that I was nothing special, just a type, yet another boy whose father had his head in the clouds. \n Do you have a feel for the guitar? Do you have any idea what this little baby is capable of? Without waiting for an answer, he climbed up into his chair and began playing Light My Fire, adding, This one is for Joan. \n You know that it would be untrue, he sang. You know that I would be a liar. The little man played beautifully but sang Light My Fire as if he were a Webelo scout demanding a match. He finished his opening number, nodded his head in acknowledgment of my applause, and moved on, offering up his own unique and unsettling versions of The Girl from Ipanema and Little Green Apples while I sat trapped in my seat, my false smile stretched so tight I lost all feeling in the lower half of my face. My fingernails had grown a good three inches by the time he struck his final note and called me close to point out a few simple chords. Before I left, he handed me a half dozen purpled, mimeographed handouts that we both knew were useless. \nBack at the house, my mother had my dinner warming in the oven. From the living room came the aimless whisper of Lisa\'s flute; it sounded not unlike the wind whipping through an empty Pepsi can. Down in the basement, either Gretchen was practicing her piano or the cat was chasing a moth across the keys. My mother responded by turning up the volume on the kitchen TV while my father pushed back my plate, set Joan in my lap, and instructed me to play. Listen to this, he crowed. A house full \nof music! Man, this is beautiful. \nYou certainly couldn\'t accuse him of being unsupportive. His enthusiasm bordered on mania, yet still it failed to inspire us. During practice sessions, my sisters and I would eat potato chips, scowling at our hated instruments and speculating on the lives of our music teachers. They were all peculiar in one way or another, but with a midget, I\'d definitely won the my-teacher-is-stranger-than-yours competition. I wondered where Mister Mancini lived and who he might call in case of an emergency. Did he stand on a chair in order to shave, or was his home customized to meet his needs? I\'d look at the laundry hamper or the beer cooler, thinking that if it came down to it, Mister Mancini could hide just about anywhere. Though I thought of him constantly, I grabbed any excuse to avoid my guitar. \n I\'ve been doing just what you told me to do, I\'d say at the beginning of each lesson, but I just can\'t get the hang of it. Maybe my fingers are too shor--I mean litt--I mean, maybe I\'m just not coordinated enough. He\'d arrange Joan in my lap, pick up Beth, and tell me to follow along. You need to believe you\'re playing an actual woman, he\'d say. Just grab her by the neck and make her holler. \nMister Mancini had a singular talent for making me uncomfortable. He forced me to consider things I\'d rather not think about--the sex of my guitar, for instance. If I honestly wanted to put my hands on a woman, would that automatically mean I could play? Gretchen\'s teacher never told her to think of her piano as a boy. Neither did Lisa\'s flute teacher, though in that case the analogy was fairly obvious. On the off chance that sexual desire was all it took, I steered clear of Lisa\'s instrument, fearing I might be labeled a prodigy. The best solution was to become a singer and leave the instruments to somebody else. A song stylist--that was what I wanted to be. \nI was at the mall with my mother one afternoon when I spotted Mister Mancini reaching up to order a hamburger at Scotty\'s Chuck Wagon, a fast-food restaurant located a few doors down from the music shop. He sometimes mentioned having lunch with a salesgirl from Jolly\'s Jewelers-- a real looker --but on this day he was alone. When asking for his hamburger, Mister Mancini had to stand on tiptoe, and even his head failed to reach the counter. The passing adults politely looked away, but their children were decidedly more vocal. A toddler ambled up on his chubby bowed legs, attempting to embrace my teacher with ketchup-smeared fingers while a party of elementary school students openly stared in wonder. Even worse was the group of adolescents, the boys my own age who sat gath-ered around a large table. Go back to Oz, munchkin, one of them said, and his friends shook with laughter. Tray in hand, Mister Mancini took a seat and pretended not to notice. The boys weren\'t yelling, but anyone could tell they were making fun of him. Honestly, Mother, I said. Do they have to be such monsters? Beneath my moral outrage was a strong sense of possessiveness, a fury that other people were sinking their hooks into my own personal midget. What did they know about this man? I was the one who lit his cigarettes and listened as he denounced the careers of so-called pretty boys such as Glen Campbell and Bobby Goldsboro. It was I who had suffered through six weeks\' worth of lessons and was still struggling to master Yellow Bird. If anyone was going to get laughs at his expense, I figured that I should be the first in line. \nI\'d always thought of Mister Mancini as a blowhard, a pocket playboy, but watching him dip his hamburger into a sad puddle of mayonnaise, I broadened my view and came to see him as a wee outsider, a misfit whose take-it-or-leave-it attitude had left him all alone. This was a persona I\'d been tinkering with myself: the outcast, the rebel. It occurred to me that, with the exception of the guitar, he and I actually had quite a bit in common. We were both men trapped inside a boy\'s body. Each of us was talented in his own way, and we both hated twelve-year-old boys, a demographic group second to none in terms of cruelty. All things considered, there was no reason I shouldn\'t address him, not as a teacher, but as an artistic brother. Maybe then we could drop the pretense of Joan and get down to work. If things worked out the way I hoped, I\'d someday mention in interviews that my accompanist was both my best friend and a midget. \nI wore a tie to my next lesson, and this time, when asked if I\'d practiced, I told the truth, saying in a matter-of-fact tone of voice that no, I hadn\'t laid a finger on my guitar since our last get-together. I told him that Joan was my cousin\'s name and that I had no idea how stacked she was. \n That\'s okay, Mister Mancini said. You can call your guitar whatever you want, just so long as you practice. \nMy voice shaking, I told him that I had absolutely no interest in mastering the guitar. What I really wanted was to sing in the voice of Billie Holiday. Mainly commercials, but not for any banks or car dealerships, because those are usually choral arrangements. \nThe color ebbed from my teacher\'s face. \nI told him I\'d been working up an act and could use a little accompaniment. Did he know the jingle for the new Sara Lee campaign? \n You want me to what? He wasn\'t angry, just confused. \nI felt certain he was lying when he denied knowing the tune. Doublemint gum, Ritz crackers, the theme songs for Alka-Seltzer and Kenmore appliances: He claimed ignorance on all counts. I started in on an a cappella version of the latest Oscar Mayer commercial, hoping he might join in once the spirit moved him. It looked bad, I knew, but in order to sustain the proper mood, I needed to disregard his company and sing the way I did at home when alone in my bedroom, my eyes shut tight and my hands dangling like pointless, empty gloves. \nMy bologna has a first name, it\'s O-S-C-A-R \nMy bologna has a second name, it\'s M-A-Y-E-R \nOh, I love to eat it every day \nAnd if you ask me why I\'ll say \n\'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A. \nI reached the end of my tune thinking he might take this as an opportunity to applaud or even apologize for underestimating me. Mild amusement would have been an acceptable response, but instead he held up his hands, as if to stop an advancing car. Hey, guy, he said. You can hold it right there. I\'m not into that scene. \nA scene? What scene? I thought I was being original. \n There were plenty of screwballs like you back in Atlanta, but me, I don\'t swing that way--you got it? This might be your \'thing\' or whatever, but you can definitely count me out. He reached for his conch shell and stubbed out his cigarette. I mean, come on now. For God\'s sake, kid, pull yourself together. \nI knew then why I\'d never sung in front of anyone and why I shouldn\'t have done it in front of Mister Mancini. He\'d used the word screwball, but I knew what he really meant. He meant I should have named my guitar Doug or Brian or, better yet, taken up the flute. He meant that if we\'re defined by our desires, I was in for a lifetime of trouble. \nThe remainder of the hour was spent awkwardly watching the clock as we silently pretended to tune our guitars. \nMy father was disappointed when I told him I wouldn\'t be returning for any more lessons. He told me not to come back, I said. He told me I have the wrong kind of fingers. Seeing that it had worked for me, my sisters invented similar stories, and together we announced that the Sedaris Trio had officially disbanded. Our father offered to find us better teachers, adding that if we were unhappy with our instruments we could trade them in for something more suitable. The trumpet or the saxophone or, hey, how about the vibes? He reached for a Lionel Hampton album, saying, I want you to sit down and give this a good listen. Just get a load of this cat and tell me he\'s not an inspiration. \nThere was a time when I could listen to such a record and imagine myself as the headline act at some magnificent New York nightclub, but that\'s what fantasies are for: They allow you to skip the degradation and head straight to the top. I\'d done my solo and would now move on to pursue other, equally unsuccessful ways of getting attention. I\'d try every art form there was, and with each disappointment I\'d picture Mister Mancini holding his conch shell and saying, For God\'s sake, kid, pull yourself together. \nWe told our father no, don\'t bother playing us any more of your records, but he still persisted. I\'m telling you that this album is going to change your lives, and if it doesn\'t, I\'ll give each one of you a five-dollar bill. What do you think of that? \nIt was a tough call--five dollars for listening to a Lionel Hampton record. We looked at one another, my sisters and I, and then we left the room, ignoring his cry of Hey, where do you think you\'re going? Get back in here and listen. \nWe joined our mother at the TV and never looked back. A life in music was his great passion, not ours, and our lessons had taught us that without the passion, the best we could hope for was an occasional engagement at some hippie wedding where, if we were lucky, the guests would be too stoned to realize just how bad we really were. That night, as was his habit, our father fell asleep in front of the stereo, the record making its pointless, silent rounds as he laid back against the sofa cushions, dreaming.1 ",2 +5627,Cocteau_Twins___Strange_Fruit,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +7711,Ed_Harcourt___Those_Crimson_Tears,sad, "Those Crimson Tears Moving like a dancing bear\nIt\'s in my blood\nFalling down the marble stairs\nIt\'s in my blood \nOh my dear, that\'s the way\nI am made, I\'m afraid \nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the floor, drip on the bar\nThose crimson tears\nStain what I wore, drip on the bar\nSwinging a punch, connect to the eye\nIt\'s in my blood\nI\'ve got a hunch I should just stay quiet\nIt\'s in my blood \nOh my dear, that\'s the way\nI am made, I\'m afraid \nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the bar, drip on the floor\nThose crimson tears\nDrip on the bar, stain what I wore",1 +8650,Eve_6___Amphetamines,happy, "Amphetamines Amphetamines and jellybeans\nShe was pretty in her teens\nWaiting for the month of come what May\nI smelled you on my shirt today\nOf course the hardest part is letting go\nBut you\'ve got to or you know\nYou\'ll end up waiting by the \nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you\'re alright\nTell you again that I\'m fine\nThen we go about our separate lives\nWas it nasty scheme or lazy dreams\nI left you cold two blankets deep\nThis is the last song I\'ll send your way\nI smelled you on my shirt today\nOf course the hardest part is letting go\nBut you\'ve got to or you know\nYou\'ll end up waiting by the \nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you\'re alright\nTell you again that I\'m fine\nThen we go about our separate lives \nPhone me tell me that you\'re waiting\nBy the phone for me to phone you\nOnce in a while once in a while, once in a while\nThen we go about our separate \nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you\'re alright\nTell you again that I\'m fine\nThen we go about our separate \nPhone me once in a while\nLet me know you\'re alright\nTell you again that I\'m fine\nThen we go about our separate lives our separate lives, then we go about our\nSeparate lives",0 +8379,Ensiferum___Wanderer,sad, "Wanderer \nIn time bleeding wounds will heal\nUnlike some which are too deep to see\nLike scars in a nomad\'s soul\nTheir mending is so slow \nNot the shout of a hundred enemies\nCan make him feel fear inside him\nBut when sun sets and the cold arrives\nWith crushing solitude in the darkness of night\n \nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere\'s a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer\'s part is to ride alone \n \nWith bare hands he has taken many lives\nHe\'s had a hundred women by his side\nFrom enchanted woods through the freezing north\nHe\'s known on every sea and far beyond \nAs the moon grows and the circle is complete\nHe lies down and waits for sleep\nBut there\'s always a scenery in his mind\nOf all the beauty he once left behind \n \nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere\'s a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer\'s part is to ride alone \n \nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere\'s a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer\'s part is to ride alone\nHe will ride across land and time\nTo find a way through this endless night\nThere\'s a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul\nBut the wanderer\'s part is to ride alone 1 ",1 +8054,Elliott_Smith___HappinessThe_Gondola_Man,happy, "Happiness / The Gondola Man \nActivity\'s killing the actor\nAnd a cop\'s standing out in the road\nTurning traffic away \n \nThere was nothing she could do until after\nWhen his body\'d been buried below\nWay back in the day \n \nOh my, nothing else could have been done\nMade his life a lie so\nHe might never have to know anyone\nMade his life the lie you know\n \nI told him that he shouldn\'t upset her ooh\nAnd that he\'d only be making it worse involving somebody else ooh\nBut I knew that he\'d never forget her ooh\nWhile her memory worked in reverse to keep her safe from herself ooh \n \nAnd oh my, nothing else could have been done\nShe made her life a lie so ooh\nShe might never have to know anyone\nMade her life the lie you know \n \nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you\'ll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you\'ll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nWhat I used to be\nWill pass away and then you\'ll see\nThat all I want now\nIs happiness for you and me\nAll I want now is happiness for you and me 2 ",0 +8892,Fat_Freddys_Drop___Wandering_Eye,happy, "Wandering Eye \nWhen I, wanna, see right, through you\nFlyin\', highin\', Freddy voodoo\nLucid, dreaming, magic, wonder\nCan you, see this, spell I\'m, under?\nMake you, wander, with that, rhythm\nFeel it, moving, through your, system\nStep on, steppers, step up, to it\nAll you, got to, do is, do it \n \nDo it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\n \nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye\nOh you know I got it, oh you know \n \nSpots on, it\'s a crazy scene\nEverybody gets a picture in my magazine\nJust like a, paparazzi\nYou won\'t even ask me, no no\nWell all you got to do is\nJust short people look up high\nCan\'t help but spy from my wandering eye\nSomething beginning with the capital cool, capital you\nIf you could only check my view \n \nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah\nWe come to do it, hmm, yeah yeah \n \nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye, hmm\nI got the wandering eye\nOh you know I got it, oh you know\n \nFeels like I can\'t sit still when I got it, when I got it\nAll around, hours they keep on searching\nOh, I got it. Yes, I got it\nWhen will this cease?\nEver gonna end?\nLost my family, I lost my friends\nFaces familiar, far from the same\nCome a little closer, let me know your name\nOoh step into the light, sweet one\nSo I can see who you are\nCross your name in the moonlight, yeah\nCross your name in the streetlight, yeah-eah\nYou know, you know, you\'re looking so good\nYou\'re looking so fine, yeah\nI can tell by the way that you\'re looking up high\nSweet one, sweet one\nSweet one, sweet one\nI can tell by the way, I can tell by the way\nI can tell by the way by the way, by the way \n \n \nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up high\nGot to look up higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher\nHigh, high, high, higher1 ",0 +383,Adele___Hometown_Glory,sad, "TranslationsEspañolPortuguêsHometown Glory \nI\'ve been walking in the same way as I did\nMissing out the cracks in the pavement\nAnd tutting my heel and strutting my feet\n Is there anything I can do for you dear? \n Is there anyone I could call? \n No and thank you, please madame\nI ain\'t lost, just wandering \n \n\'Round my hometown\nMemories are fresh\n\'Round my hometown\nOoh, the people I\'ve met\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of this world\nAre the wonders now\n \nI like it in the city\nWhen the air is so thick and opaque\nI love it to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades\nI like it in the city when two worlds collide\nYou get the people and the government\nEverybody taking different sides \n \nShows that we ain\'t gonna stand shit\nShows that we are united\nShows that we ain\'t gonna take it\nShows that we ain\'t gonna stand shit\nShows that we are united \n \n\'Round my hometown\nMemories are fresh\n\'Round my hometown\nOoh, the people I\'ve met, yeah \n \nDoo-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dah, yeah\nDoo-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dah, yeah\nDoo-doo-doo-doo ooh-ooh yeah\nYeah, yeah-ey\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of my world\nAre the wonders of this world\nAre the wonders of my world\nOf my world\nYeah, of my world\nOf my world, yeahSee Adele LiveGet tickets as low as $525 25 ",1 +6249,DUNCAN_SHEIK___Nothing_Fades,sad, "Nothing Fades Turning the wheel to emptiness\nThey\'re when you breathe your final breath\nNo one will hold you anymore\nHaven\'t they told you baby\nYou\'re always alive\nAlways alive \nLeaving the plane of time and space\nLeaving the mask of every face\nJust like the Sun and every ray\nMight as well smile 'cause baby\nWe all die one day\nWe all die one day\nNot square, not round\nThe silence in the sound\nNot short, not long\nThe quiet in the song\nIt carries you along \nSome of the people here believe\nReading a book of prophesies\nSome of you sigh and turn away\nNobody knows, so what\'s the play?\nYou\'re here now\nYou\'re here for now \nAnd what does it matter anyway\nWhatever I sing or what you say\nTaking a chance we place a bet\nBut it ain\'t gonna get you\nTo black or red\nThis time around\nThis time around \nNo cause, no condition\nWho knows your position?\nNot you, no other\nWhat will you discover?\n You never disappear\nSo tell me why you fear\nNeither are you born\nSometimes still you mourn\nNever do you arise\nYou\'re never low or high\nNo one acts, no one is made\nNothing glows, nothing fades \nNothing fades......... ",1 +8511,Erin_McKeown___Life_On_The_Moon,calm, "Life On The Moon Maybe someday we can live on the moon\nMilk in our eyes and the coffee cups too\nIf we behave, play our cards right\nMoon\'ll be our fortune tonight \nFrequency of traditional child\nIgnition becomes a spark of disguise\nWhere we are from, where we begin\nPhilosophy on paper napkin \nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky\nWaves of phosphor, waves of grace\nLights on the square and lights on her face\nSaturn returns and Mercury slaves\nAtoms transmit to gravity\'s play \nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky \nMaybe someday we can live on the moon\nBut ‘cause we can, doesn\'t mean we have to\nRockets will come, astronauts go\nNothing so precious as what we don’t know \nDutiful daughter never wanted to fly\nShe swims through the air like she swims through the sky \nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!\nWe know too much!\nWe know too much!\nWe have to find it ourselves!",2 +4651,Cajun_Dance_Party___Amylase,happy, "Amylase Let\'s not forget, let\'s not forget what happened in the past\nYou were right, you were wrong, yeah, but everything was fast\nAnd when we build this ship remember to make it last\nIncrease the time it takes to paint, and build the mast \nLet\'s save this game for never\nOh, you know, this could be chess forever\nI\'ll take your piece, and you\'ll take mine\nWe\'re stalemate, and we\'re just wasting time \nYeah the past, the route of the growing that happens now\nSo let\'s remember not to turn on straight to a row\nAnd we can see through the haze of misty glaze\nSo now let\'s travel positively forward through the maze\nLet\'s save this game for never\nOh, you know, this could be chess forever\nI\'ll take your piece, and you\'ll take mine\nWe\'re stalemate, and we\'re just wasting time\nWe\'re just wasting time, we\'re just wasting time\nWe need a catalyst, we need a catalyst \nAnd we\'ll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we\'ll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we\'ll swim, through the fields of hay\nAnd we\'ll swim, through the fields of hay \nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster\nYou\'re the catalyst that makes things faster\nAmylase will dry up the plaster",0 +5592,Club_8___The_Boy_Who_Couldnt_Stop_Dreaming,sad, "The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming When I\'m with you baby\nI can close my eyes\nAnd when I hear you\nMaybe I can put my thoughts aside \nThis is the safest way\nCause you were the boy\nWho couldn\'t stop dreaming\nAnd I was just like you\nSo why not admit to me\nIt\'s the only way for you\nYou have a word of comfort\nWhen I\'m feeling down\nAnd I have words of comfort\nWhen you feel so down \nAll you wanted to say was goodbye\nYou had to get on with your life\nAll you wanted to say was goodbye\nGoodbye",1 +6054,Crystal_Castles___Vanished,sad, "TranslationsEspañolVanished \nIn the dark, come out and play\nWe are its child—, here to stay\nRunning through, hungry for stray\'\nNo invitat—, take me away\nI\'m not cruel, still what you see\nClub to club, city with me\nHungry for life, -out your pity\nI don\'t want, you give it \n \nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up\nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up a fight\nYou go the city\n\'Cause in the city of life she can\'t, she can\'t wait\n \nIn the dark, killer await\'\nTo kill a life, life you make\nYou do another, death can live\nJust keep on dan—, movie you\'re in I\'m not cruel\nSmell of your sweat, lures me in\nYour heart—, things to me\nRunning feet, through my blood\nMy ghost inside you soon will be \n \nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up\nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up a fight\nYou go city\n\'Cause in the city of life she can\'t, she can\'t wait \n \nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\nHungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitat— your pity\n [Pre-Chorus: Matt Van Schie]\nI don\'t want sex, but you give it t— \n \nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up\nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up a fight\nYou go city\n\'Cause in the city of life she can\'t, she can\'t wait\nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up\nStill can\'t say she won\'t start up a fight\nYou go city\n\'Cause in the city of life she can\'t, she can\'t wait \n \nNow it\'s over, you\'ve taken your life\nDark grows thin and left to hide\nI don\'t regret it, but it\'s sad anyway\nNow we\'re both dead and so scared of the black\nThis life of games and diligent trust\nIt\'s the things we do and the things we must\nI\'m now tired of being cussed\nSo go sleep forever end to dust25 ",1 +3631,Blue_October___Drilled_A_Wire_Through_My_Cheek,anger, "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek \nI try to stay on top of you\nTo hold your body down\nYour shaking seems to hinder\nEvery grasp that I have found\nMoving every inch around you\nTo defuse your private bomb\nI stretch myself surrounding\nAnd protecting you from harm\nI use a wallet for your mouth\nSo when you bite, you will not bleed\nI drilled a wire through my cheek\nAnd let it down and out my sleeve\nAnd now you\'re pulling out the best of me\nYeah, which never ever comes\nThis wire\'s all that\'s left of me\nAnd it\'s hooked within my gums, within my gums\n \nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\nSo drill it \n \nAs proof to show I\'d bleed for this\nI\'d cut myself to shame\nTo get to know this masochist\nWho\'s stolen my first name\nPretending he\'s a teacher\nHolding all my weight at ease\nBut the teacher seems to split in two\nDestroying both his knees\nNow crawling, I position myself\nBelow your broken wings\nI lift your feathered left arm\nWhere you hide your heart from me\nI never noticed it was swollen\nWith the touch of brutal pain\nI never knew a heart could live inside\nThe rust from all your rain, all your rain\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n \nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n \nSo drill it \n \nI didn\'t think to bring a washcloth or to rub away the dirt\nMyself and I, we share this barely beating heart of hurt\nAnd when the hurt comes, there\'s an argument\nA fight to save a smile\nA small attack on human tears to dry them for a while\nA dream we all should count on, yeah, a vision I believe\nIn where confidence is found attached to wires on our sleeve\nAnd where loneliness is history told to pack his shit and leave\nAnd where guidance is a fortune told to help in time of need\nAnd where crying isn\'t secret, it\'s the art of how we grieve\nAnd lessons are the key to every goal I will achieve, I will achieve \n \nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n \nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard I feel it\n \nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard\nSo drill it\nSo drill it, so drill it\nSo hard\nSo drill it\n \nSo hard\nSo hard1 ",3 +2559,Beach_House___Silver_Soul,sad, "TranslationsEspañolSilver Soul \nGather matters of the heart, so we can act a fool\nIt\'s incomplete without you\nThe silver soul is running through\nIt\'s a vision, complete illusion, yeah \n \nThe needle on the spinning wheel collecting silver coil\nIt gathers heat without you\nWhether or not you\'re turned from it\nIt\'s a quick turn to let us in\n \nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again \n \nThe bodies lying in the sand, they\'re moving in the dark\nIt is so quick to let us in\nFeel it moving through our skin\nIt\'s a sickness, infinite quickness \n \nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again\nIt is happening again \n \nIt is happening again 15 ",1 +8824,Faithless___Sweep,calm, "Sweep Everything\'ll be alright tomorrow",2 +9201,Fleet_Foxes___Sun_Giant,sad, "Sun Giant \nWhat a life I lead in the summer\nWhat a life I lead in the spring\nWhat a life I lead when the wind, it breathes\nWhat a life I lead in the spring \n \nWhat a life I lead when the sun breaks free\nAs a giant torn from the clouds\nWhat a life indeed when that ancient seed\nIs a-buried, watered and plowed\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\nWhat a life\n \nWhat a life I lead in the summer\nWhat a life I lead in the spring\nWhat a life I lead when the wind, it breathes\nWhat a life I lead in the spring ",1 +700,Alias__Tarsier___Dr_C,sad, "Dr. C The novelty is wearing thin\nOh no he\'s a crier\nLook him, he\'s ahead\nHe\'d laugh with passion there\'s the pinnacle\nThe door is open\nThe room feels different\nBelieve me \nI once was a wanderer like you \nI lost a word this one day\nHas anybody found it\nYour craft to silence just walked away\nYour door is open but the room feels different\nBelieve me\nKeep your secret brother\nForever\nWhen night begins to lower \nYou\'re surrounded \nI once was a wanderer like you",1 +2491,Basia___How_Dare_You,calm, "How Dare You Your voice that sounded soft and sweet\nYour manners knocked me off my feet\nInfatuation made me blind\nToday I know you are someone else\nThan the one I keep in my mind \nSo now you think I\'m yours\nAnd you don\'t have to try\nSeems nothing I do is right \nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you\'re not careful I\'ll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning\nYou made me hope we\'d live a dream\nBut now you make me want to scream\nPoetic style turned into prose\nThis gentleman that once I knew\nI wonder if it was really you\n\'Cause now you think I\'m yours\nAnd you don\'t have to try\nSeems nothing I do is right \nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you\'re not careful I\'ll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning \nNow you think I\'m yours\nAnd you don\'t have to try\nSeems nothing you do is right \nHow dare you talk to me like that\nIf you\'re not careful I\'ll get mad\nHow dare you talk to me like that\nLet this be a warning x5 \nHow dare you talk to me like that x5",2 +7364,Dolorean___The_Biggest_Lie,sad, "The biggest lie I\'m waiting for the train\nSubway that only goes one way\nThe stupid thing that\'ll come to pull us apart\nAnd make everybody late \nYou spent everything you had\nWanted everything to stop that bad\nNow I\'m a crashed credit card registered to Smith -\nNot the name that you called me with \nYou turned white like a saint\nI\'m tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint\nOh we\'re so very precious, you and I\nAnd everything that you do makes me want to die\nOh I just told the biggest lie\nI just told the biggest lie\nThe biggest lie",1 +4760,Camera_Obscura___AntiWestern,happy, "Anti-Western Sure to be a loner, I hear you\'re not the loving kind\nCome on darling, I\'ve something in mind\nYou\'re too good looking I\'m always gonna put up a fight\nGive in baby, be mine tonight \nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy\'s got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes \nMoved around honey, to stay here now would feel just fine\nI\'m taking your boots off, I\'ll keep them with mine\nI\'m coming around 'cause I know they say we only live twice\nWell this is the first life, a need to entice\nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy\'s got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes\nYou talk about Lee but your words are untrue\nSaying that Nancy\'s got nothing on you\nYou listen to rubbish I really despise\nAnd tell me that sand is just grit in your eyes",0 +5814,Copeland___Hold_Nothing_Back,sad, "Hold Nothing Back Do what you want but I know who you are\nSay what you want but I know what you\'re thinking\nGo where you want but I won\'t be too far\nGo where you want and I know where you\'ll end up \nIf you fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back\nI\'ll fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back from you, oh\nYou, oh\nYou, oh\nYou\nDo what you want but I know who you are\nSay what you want but I know what you\'re thinking \nIf you fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back\nI\'ll fall in love\nFall in love and hold nothing back from you, oh\nYou, oh\nYou, oh\nYou",1 +6979,Devendra_Banhart___So_Long_Old_Bean,happy, "So Long Old Bean Well these days I\'m spread so thin\nIt\'s like I\'m getting carried up by the wind\nEvery time you get high\nYou might see me floating by \nWell so long old bean\nIt\'s been a dream being with you\nI couldn\'t tell us apart\nOh and I know neither could you \nDon\'t tread on me\nWhen you float downstream\nOn a moonbeam\nSo long old bean\nSo long old bean \nHere comes the Mapinguari singing awww\nWhen\'s there gonna be an end to wondering\nWhen all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause\nWe\'ve had our fill of finding our empty pockets\nEmptier still and there probably won\'t be\nAn end to that my friends \nNow that my tralala\'s are dating\nLittle sips of the Hollywood bowl\nThey mute up my mind\nHow kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul\nWell they\'re the gambling kind\nAs smooth as a tuba\' ass on the dole\nMoney never beats soul\nHow noble \nDon\'t forget me\nWhen you float downstream\nOn a moonbeam \nSo long old bean\nSo long old bean\n I\'m a little firefly\nLanding on you2 ",0 +3091,Billie_Holiday___Good_Morning_Heartache,sad, "Good Morning Heartache Good morning, heartache, you ole gloomy sight\nGood morning, heartache, thought we\'d said goodbye last night\nI turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone\nBut here you are with the dawn\nWish I\'d forget you\nBut you\'re here to stay\nIt seems I met you\nWhen my love went away\nNow everyday I start by saying to you\nGood morning, heartache, what\'s new?\nStop haunting me now\nCan\'t shake you, no how\nJust leave me alone\nI\'ve got those Monday blues\nStraight through Sunday blues \nGood morning, heartache, here we go again\nGood morning, hearache, you\'re the one who knew me when\nMight as well get used to you hangin around\nGood morning, heartache, sit down \nStop haunting me now\nCan\'t shake you, no how\nJust leave me alone\nI\'ve got those Monday blues\nStraight through Sunday blues \nGood morning, heartache, here we go again\nGood morning, hearache, you\'re the one who knew me when\nMight as well get used to you hangin around\nGood morning, heartache, sit down 1 ",1 +9419,Frank_Black___White_Noise_Maker,happy, "White Noise Maker You know, I hear a lot of talk\nSo I\'m headin\' for the stereo store\nTo get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten \nOr maybe the interior\nOf somewhere like Siberia\nYeah, the yak is back again \nLike harvest moon over my head, yes it was\nThat billboard prose shinin\' on me and it shines because\nIt\'s been so long since my Telstar\nI hope it crashes in the sea\nOr maybe the interior\nOf somewhere like Siberia\nYakety-yak is back again \nYou know, I hear a lot of talk\nSo I\'m headin\' for the stereo store\nTo get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten \nLike harvest moon over my head, yes it was\nThat billboard prose shinin\' on me and it shines because\nIt\'s been so long since my Telstar\nI hope it crashes in the sea",0 +9430,Frank_Klepacki___Act_On_Instinct,sad, "Act on Instinct We are going to have to act\nIf we want to live in a different world\nWe are going to have to act\nThere is a very unstable situation on the ground\nThat is unfolding very quickly\nMove towards more ideas that will actually help, uh\nBring this thing to an end\nWe are going to have to act\nWe are going to have to act\nThere is a very unstable situation on the ground\nThat is unfolding very quickly ",1 +928,Allison_Moorer___Where_Is_My_Love,sad, "Where Is My Love Where is my love\nWhere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBring him to me \nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love\nHorses running free\nCarrying you and me \nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love\nSafe and warm\nSo close to me\nIn my arms\nFinally \nThere is my love\nThere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBringing him to me \nWhere is my love\nWhere is my love ",1 +223,Aaron_Lines___You_Cant_Hide_Beautiful,happy, "You Can’t Hide Beautiful She says don\'t stare at me\nShe\'s afraid that I might see\nThose 5 extra pounds she talks about\nMan, I don\'t know what she\'s talking about \nShe looks through magazines\nWith every page she dreams of\nLooking like somebody else\nI wish she wasn\'t so hard on herself \nThen she falls asleep with just my t-shirt on\nBut even when her hair\'s messed up and her make-up\'s gone\nChorus \nYou can\'t hide Beautiful\nYou Can\'t hide wonderful\nThere\'s nothing that she has to do\nIt just comes natural\nShe makes it look easy\nI love what she does to me\nNo way to disguise\nThe way that she shines\nYou can\'t hide beautiful, oh no \nShe can take a simple dress\nPut it on and turn some heads\nMan Everytime she moves she gets me\nShe doesn\'t even know she\'s sexy \nAnd the way she thinks sometimes\nOut of no where blows my mind\nShe makes me laugh and makes me dream\nI love the way she looks at things \nA little piece of heaven god gave to this world\nShe might think she\'s just an ordinary girl \n But Repeat Chorus\n You can\'t hide Beautiful\nShe\'s so beautiful yeah yeah\nOhhh ohhh ya can\'t ya can\'t ya can\'t hid beautiful ",0 +1422,Anna_Ternheim___Such_A_Lonely_Soul,sad, "Such a Lonely Soul She\'ll ask you where you\'ve been\nYou\'ll be hours late\nWhen you finally come home\nShe\'ll suspect something\'s wrong\nMake sure to erase all your outgoing calls \nWhy trouble her lonely soul\nShe doesn\'t have to know\nShe doesn\'t have to know\nWhy tell her\nIt would hurt her so\nShe\'s such a lonely soul\nSuch a lonely soul\nShe\'ll be watching you for sure\nAfraid to find out\nWhat she already knows\nAnd she\'ll try to stay calm\n\'Cause you\'ll be so hard to get to\nAnd she\'s still in love \nWhy trouble her lonely soul\nShe doesn\'t have to know\nShe doesn\'t have to know\nWhy tell her\nIt would hurt her so\nShe\'s such a lonely soul\nSuch a lonely soul",1 +1705,Arab_Strap___Direction_Of_Strong_Man,calm, "Direction of Strong Man We\'re barely halfway there\nYou\'re stretched out and clamped around me\nI don\'t think there\'s drink at home\nYou make a little snore and shift\nJust keep your head down there - you sleep\nI\'ll give directions\nI\'ll use the private miles to plan some tactics and a gift\nI\'ll move around you\nAttack and surround you \nShe talked me back inside\n- thank fuck our friends are nosy\nAny reaction\'s good\n- it\'s a stupid way to make me say it\nDid we go far enough?\nDid it just serve it\'s purpose?\nIf the words are still a problem\nI\'ll cut it out and let you weight it",2 +5204,Cherish_The_Ladies___Fair_And_Tender_Ladies,happy, "Fair and Tender Ladies Come all ye fair and tender ladies\nTake warning how you court your men\nThey\'re like a star on a cloudy morning\nFirst they\'ll appear and then they\'re gone \nThey\'ll tell to you some loving story\nThey\'ll swear to you their love is true\nStraight way they\'ll go and court another\nAnd that\'s the love that they had for you \nOh don\'t you remember our days of courting\nYou told me that you would love me the best\nYou could make me believe by the fall of your eyes\nThat the sun rose in the west\nIf I had known before I courted\nThat love was such a killing thing\nI\'d lock my heart in a box of golden\nAnd fasten it with a silver pin \nI wish I was a little sparrow\nAnd I had wings and I could fly\nI\'d fly right home to my false true lover\nAnd when he\'d ask, I would deny \nBut I am not some little sparrow\nI\'ve no wings and I can\'t fly\nSo I\'ll stay right here with my grief and sorrow\nAnd let my life pass me by \nCome all ye fair and tender ladies\nTake warning how you court your men\nThey\'re like a star on a cloudy morning\nFirst they\'ll appear and then they\'re gone",0 +9152,Fischerspooner___Ritz_107,sad, "Ritz 107 Dad and I\nIn a field\nA light, white spinning noise\nIn my Ear \nSleepy again\nHow can it be?\nSlept forever yesterday\nThis room has a spell\nCast over me\nThe clocks are ticking\nShifting in and out of synch\nThey\'re old and sound strange\nGilded and worn\nBattling back and forth \nChorus\nRest your eyes, Lay it down\nRest your eyes, Lay it down \nDad and I\nIn a Field\nA light, white spinning noise\nIn my ear \nWhat do you want?\nJust let me rest\nYou want some attention\nI\'m not going anywhere\nGet out of my ear \nChorus",1 +6967,Devendra_Banhart___Owl_Eyes,calm, "Owl Eyes Send me up owl eyes unwinding\nAsia and all your little diamonds\nAll your little diamonds \nEverybody that\'s inside me\nBuries the body that\'s behind me\nThe body that\'s behind me",2 +1314,Angels_and_Airwaves___Heaven,happy, "Heaven \n Everyone, everyone will listen... \n Here we go, life\'s waiting to begin. \n --word that you say/Then say it, I will listen. \n \nI will run the streets and hostile lands\nI will touch the rain with all I have\nI will breathe the air to scream it loud\nMy feet will never touch the ground\nBecause the days they feel like ancient clocks\nLike when kids grow up and learn to walk\nBecause your life is full of pure desire\nA place so gloriously wired\n \nWith lights and sounds\nOh God, this is such a mess\nAnd it\'s like our world but we\'re the last ones left\nAnd the hair it stands on the back of our necks\nAnd I swear it shows\nHeaven must be just like this \n \nDo you see the hills beneath the clouds?\nAnd the stars as trails to lead you out?\nCan you sense the pain that\'s everywhere?\nAnd if you try you\'ll never care\nAnd the love you had when you were young\nIs right outside for all to come\nBecause your life is full of pure desire\nA place so gloriously wired \n \nWith lights and sounds\nOh God, this is such a mess\nAnd it\'s like our world but we\'re the last ones left\nAnd the hair it stands on the back of our necks\nAnd I swear it shows\nHeaven must be just like this\n \nIf you see a light break through the clouds\nAnd fire up like distant towers\nWhere the world will begin exactly how it ends\nWhen you call for help when you are lost\nForever more at whatever cost\nAnd the world will begin exactly how it ends \n \nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now, are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious? \n \nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now are you curious?\nPlease stay don\'t go\nI got you now now yeah yea oh yeah oh yeah oh\nHere I am1 ",0 +2569,Beach_House___Tokyo_Witch,calm, "Tokyo Witch \nIn a dark wintry Tokyo\nIn the Mahjong parlor he waits\nSevered past running through his hands\nGlory comes to the one who waits\nIn the hallways, they\'re lying there\nIn the red blossom of the days\nIn your arms, there is nothing left\nWho you are is run away \n \nMy whole life is the mystery that I can\'t break\nOur aims is a calvary of our mistakes\nI would love to heal you now\n \nIn a dark wintry Tokyo\nIn the Mahjong parlours, they wait\nSevered past weaving through their hands\nGlory comes to the ones that wait\nIn the art of the arm\nRed blossom of the days \n \nAll I wanted to see is that I am better\nAll I want to believe is that I am better\nRound and round\nAll I want you to see is that I am better\nRound and round 1 ",2 +2399,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Degrees_Of_Separation,calm, "Degrees of Separation We figure out the past through photographs\nThey took while we were young\nEven though there\'s no way out, we\'ll find one\nWe\'re the love-struck ones\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in \nA finger on the pulse is not enough\nTo show who\'s wrong from right\nYou know it\'s gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in\nLeave the lights on\nIf you\'re the last one alive\nThere\'s too many strangers on this long\nLonely drive\nI\'ll be by your side\nBelieve me \nNow, no-one knows the year\nYou\'re from the past\nYou look like you\'re alive\nYou know it\'s gonna be a long drive\nNot an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nLook who just walked in \nI kept the photograph upon the dash\nIt helped me realise\nThat it didn\'t have to be a long drive\nBut an easy ride\nThe degrees of separation close in\nWe\'re alone again \nLeave the lights on\nIf you\'re the last one alive",2 +7530,Dredg___Scissor_Lock,calm, "Scissor Lock I think\nI\'m awake\nRolling\nOn my blanket\nI\'m sinking \nInto bed\nLight around me\nBeautiful washes of pulsating color\nBuzzing white noise\nIt sounds like one hundred bees\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed \nLucid\nYou control it\nBody\'s asleep\nAnd your mind is awake \nI, too once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed \nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children \nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed\nI, too, once thought the radio played\nLet\'s act like children while we sleep paralyzed",2 +2766,Ben_E_King___Stand_by_Me,happy, "Stand by Me \n \nWhen the night has come\nAnd the land is dark\nAnd the moon is the only light we\'ll see\nNo, I won\'t be afraid\nOh, I won\'t be afraid\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me \n \nSo darlin\', darlin\', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand\nStand by me, stand by me\n \nIf the sky that we look upon\nShould tumble and fall\nOr the mountains should crumble to the sea\nI won\'t cry, I won\'t cry\nNo, I won\'t shed a tear\nJust as long as you stand, stand by me \n \nAnd darlin\', darlin\', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me \n \n \nDarlin\', darlin\', stand by me\nOh, stand by me\nOh, stand now\nStand by me, stand by me \nWhenever you\'re in trouble, won\'t you stand by me?\nOh, stand by me\nWhoa, just stand now\nOh, stand, stand by me 88 ",0 +8395,Entombed___Evilyn,anger, "Evilyn Morrow, the day of dark\nIn my sorrow I am engulfed\nMy fear showed my forever needed spark \nGone is my fear for not having it all\nHere now and forever\nYet I\'m still hearing her calls\nFor my wicked needs but I will never answer\nDead now is Satan\'s daughter \nShe sucked the marrow out of my life\nBut still her I was feeding\nGod\'s beloved Satan\'s wife\nI was totally fucking breeding\nShe\'s gone down below\nBut I\'m no longer at her side\nAnd I\'m drunk with the love\nOf the dead who\'s my bride \nI married the dark from which I was born, like an infant I cried\nShe gave me the spark from which I was torn, like an elder I died\nI\'ll never believe and I never will see her face again\nMy burning desires burns deep in hellfire, I will rise in the end",3 +2184,Avantasia___What_Kind_Of_Love,happy, "What Kind Of Love \nA dream of dwelling inside\nAlone we come and alone we go\nAnd who am I to know what I feel\nSympathy that\'s tearing me apart?\nAttraction of the distance to a heart affinity? \nWhat if love will leave your heart an open sore\nAnd I can\'t reveal what even I don\'t know?\nThe love you feel you waste away on me\nWhat kind of love will let us bleed away?\nNo kind of love will make us bleed away\n \nIf only you could be the one to take a look inside\nI feel so incomplete\nA broken man in need of mother love\nI\'m suffering in silence and no one wants to see\nThe only god is watching as I bleed\nThe star above — my matching piece \n \nOh, this love will leave your heart an open sore\nAnd I can\'t reveal what even I don\'t know\nThis love you feel you waste away on me\nWhat kind of love will let us bleed away?\nNo kind of love will make us bleed away \n \nFeel - that\'s all you gotta do\nAnd it will heal you\nFeel the pain to lead you home to peace of mind\nDwell inside\nFeel - that\'s all you gotta do\nAnd it will heal the wound\nFeel — there will be a song for peace of mind\nDwell inside",0 +3640,Blue_October___Hate_Me,sad, "Hate Me \nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming?\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me?\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me \n \n”Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it\'s 2:33 on Monday afternoon\nI was just calling to see how you were doing\nYou sounded really uptight last night\nIt made me a little nervous, and a l... and... well... it made me nervous, it sounded like you were nervous, too\nI just wanted to make sure you were really okay\nAnd wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication\nYou know I love you, and...\nTake care, honey\nI know you\'re under a lot of pressure\nSee ya. Bye bye”\n[Verse 1: Justin Furstenfeld]\nI have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head\nThey crawl in like a cockroach, leaving babies in my bed\nDropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone\nPlaying movies in my head that make a porno feel like home\nThere\'s a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain\nAn ounce of peace is all I want for you; will you never call again?\nAnd will you never say that you loved me just to put it in my face?\nAnd will you never try to reach me?\nIt is I that wanted space \n[Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn\'t do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you \n[Verse 2: Justin Furstenfeld]\nI’m sober now for 3 whole months\nIt’s one accomplishment that you helped me with\nThe one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again\nIn a sick way, I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night\nWhile I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight\nYou never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicide and hate\nYou made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take\nSo I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind\nAnd do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 [Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn\'t do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you \n[Bridge: Justin Furstenfeld]\nAnd with a sad heart, I say bye to you and wave\nKicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made\nAnd like a baby boy, I never was a man\nUntil I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand\nAnd then I fell down yelling, “Make it go away!”\nJust make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be\nAnd then she whispered “How can you do this to me?” \n[Chorus: Justin Furstenfeld]\nHate me today\nHate me tomorrow\nHate me for all the things I didn\'t do for you\nHate me in ways\nYeah, ways hard to swallow\nHate me so you can finally see what’s good for you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\n \nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming?\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me?\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me \n \nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!\nHey, Justin!24 ",1 +718,Alice_In_Chains___Sickman,sad, "Sickman \nYay! \n \nWhat the hell am I, thousand eyes, a fly?\nLucky then I\'d be in one day deceased \n \nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman \n \nAh!\nI can feel the wheel but I can\'t steer\nWhen my thoughts become my biggest fear\n \nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine \n \nYay! \n \nWhat the hell am I, leper from inside?\nInside wall of peace, dirty and diseased \n \nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman \n \nAh!\nI can see the end is getting near\nI won\'t rest until my head is clear \n \nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine\n \nCan you see the end?\nChoke on me, my friend\nMust to drown these thoughts\nPurity over rot\n Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair\nWith head high and eyes alert\nI tread on a plane of many\nWe who are of good nature and intention\nBut cannot touch on the dark\nRecesses of memory\nAnd pain learned, so come walk\nWith me, feel the pain\nAnd release it \n \nAhh-ahh-ahh-ahh\nAhh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh \n \nYay! \n \nWhat the hell am I, worn eroded pride?\nSaddened 10 miles wide, I\'m gon\' let it slide\n \nSickman, sickman, sickman, sickman \n \nAh!\nI can feel the wheel but I can\'t steer\nWhen my thoughts become my biggest fear \n \nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh, what\'s the difference, I\'ll die\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nOh, in this sick world of mine\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAhh-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah\nAhh-ah-ah-ahh\nAh\nAhh-ah-ah-ah-ahh8 ",1 +3870,Bon_Jovi___All_About_Lovin_You,happy, "All About Lovin’ You \nLooking at the pages of my life\nFaded memories of me and you\nMistakes you know I\'ve made a few\nI took some shots and fell from time to time\nBaby, you were there to pull me through\nWe\'ve been around the block a time or two\nI\'m going to lay it on the line\nAsk me how we\'ve come this far\nThe answer\'s written in my eyes\n \nEvery time I look at you, baby, I see something new\nThat takes me higher than before and makes me want you more\nI don\'t want to sleep tonight, dreaming\'s just a waste of time\nWhen I look at what my life\'s been coming to\nI\'m all about loving you \n \nI\'ve lived, I\'ve loved, I\'ve lost, I\'ve paid some dues, baby\nWe\'ve been to hell and back again\nThrough it all you\'re always my best friend\nFor all the words I didn\'t say and all the things I didn\'t do\nTonight I\'m going to find a way \n \n \nYou can take this world away\nYou\'re everything I am\nJust read the lines upon my face\nI\'m all about loving you \n \n \n \nAll about loving you ",0 +6696,De_Dannan___Maggie,calm, "Maggie \nThe violets were scenting the woods, Maggie\nDisplaying their charms to the breeze\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\nThe chestnut bloom gleams through the glades, Maggie\nA robin sang loud from a tree\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me \n \nA golden row of daffodils shine, Maggie\nAnd danced with the leaves on the breeze\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\nThe birds in the trees sang a song, Maggie\nOf happier transports to be\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me\n \nOur dreams they have never come true, Maggie\nOur hopes, they never were to be\nWhen I first said I loved only you, Maggie\nAnd you said you loved only me ",2 +9227,Flo_Rida_Feat_TPain___Low,happy, "Low \nHmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm\nLet me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em\nLet it rain\nHmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm\nLet me talk to 'em\nCome on \n \nShawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin\' at her\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n \nHey, I ain\'t never seen nothin\' that\'ll make me go\nThis crazy all night spendin\' my dough\nHad a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go\nThem birthday cakes they stole the show\nSo sexual, she was flexible\nProfessional, drinkin\' X and O\nHold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa\nDid I think I see shawty get low?\nAin\'t the same when it\'s up that close\nMake it rain, I\'m makin\' it snow\nWork the pole, I got the bank roll\nI\'ma say that I prefer them no clothes\nI\'m into that, I love women exposed\nShe threw it back at me, I gave her mo\'\nCash ain\'t no problem, I know where it goes\nShe had them \n \nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin\' at her\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n \nHey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?\nMy jeans full of guap and they ready for shones\nCadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan\nPatron on the rocks that\'ll make you moan\nOne stack c\'mon, two stacks c\'mon\nThree stacks c\'mon, now that\'s three grand\nWhat, you think I\'m playin\', baby girl?\nI\'m the man, I invented rubber bands\nThat\'s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder\nI knew it was over, that Henny and Cola\nGot me like a soldier, she ready for Rover\nI couldn\'t control her\nSo lucky oh me, I was just like a clover\nShawty was hot like a toaster\nSorry but I had to fold her\nLike a pornography poster, she showed her \n \nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin\' at her\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\n \nWhoa, shawty\nYeah she was worth the money\nLil\' mama took my cash\nAnd I ain\'t want it back\nThe way she bent that back\nGot her them paper stacks\nTattoo above her crack\nI had to handle that\nI was on it, sexy woman\nLet me showin\' and made me want it\nTwo in the mornin\', I\'m zonin\'\nAnd them Rosay bottles foamin\'\nShe wouldn\'t stop, made it drop\nShawty did that pop and lock\nHad to break her off that guap\nGal was fly just like my Glock \n \nApple Bottom jeans Jeans, boots with the fur With the fur\nThe whole club was lookin\' at her\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low\nThem baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps With the straps\nShe turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy!\nShe hit the flo\' She hit the flo\', next thing you know\nShawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Come on46 ",0 +3081,Billie_Holiday___Ive_Got_My_Love_To_Keep_Me_Warm,happy, "I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm \nThe snow is snowin\'\nWind is blowin\'\nBut I can weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI\'ve got my love to keep me warm \n \nI can\'t remember\nA worst December\nJust watch those icicles form\nWhat do I care if icicles form?\nI\'ve got my love to keep me warm\n \nOff with my overcoat\nOff with my gloves\nI need no overcoat\nI\'m burning with love \n \nMy heart\'s on fire\nThe flame grows higher\nSo I will weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI\'ve got my love to keep me warm \n \nMy heart\'s on fire\nThe flame grows higher\nSo I will weather the storm\nWhat do I care how much it may storm?\nI\'ve got my love to keep me warm",0 +6776,Dean__Britta___Moonshot,sad, "Moonshot Off into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all\nSee all the wonders that you leave behind\nThe wonders humble people own\nI know a boy from a tribe so primitive\nHe can call me up without no telephone\nSee all the wonders that you leave behind\nEnshrined in some great hourglass\nThe noble tongues, the noble languages\nEntombed in some great english class\nOff into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all\nAn anthropologist he wrote a book\nHe called it myths of heaven \nHe\'s disappeared, his wife is all distraught\nAn angel came and got him\nHis hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true\nHis eys were lapis lazuli\nHe spoke in a language oh so primitive\nThat he made sense to me\nOff into outer space you go my friends\nWe wish you bon voyage\nAnd when you get there we will welcome you again\nAnd still you\'ll wonder at it all ",1 +9257,Florence__The_Machine___Howl,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsHowl \nIf you could only see the beast you\'ve made of me\nI held it in, but now it seems you\'ve set it running free\nScreaming in the dark, I howl when we\'re apart\nDrag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart\nMy fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in\nYou are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl\nMy fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in\nYou are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to \n \nHowl, howl\nHowl, howl\n \nNow there\'s no holding back, I\'m ready to attack\nMy blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out\nThe saints can\'t help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground\nLike some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins\nI want to find you, tear out all your tenderness and \n \nHowl, howl\nHowl, howl \n \nBe careful of the curse that falls on young lovers\nStarts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters \n \nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters\nHunters, hunters \n \nThe fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress\nUntil I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest\nThe saints can\'t help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground\nAnd howl, howl\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 \nBe careful of the curse that falls on young lovers\nStarts so soft and sweet, and turns them to hunters\nA man who\'s pure of heart and says his prayers by night\nMay still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright \n \nIf you could only see the beast you\'ve made of me\nI held it in, but now it seems you\'ve set it running free\nThe saints can\'t help me now, the ropes have been unbound\nI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground14 ",0 +6501,Dashboard_Confessional___Ghost_Of_A_Good_Thing,sad, "Ghost of a Good Thing I guess it\'s luck, but it\'s the same hard luck you\'ve been trying to tame\nMaybe it\'s love but it\'s like you said... love is like a role that we play\nBut I believe in you so much I could die for the words that you say\nBut I believe in you so much I could die from the words that you say \nBut you\'re chasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you\'re chasing ghosts \nI guess it\'s luck, but it\'s the same hard luck you\'ve been trying to tame\nMaybe it\'s love but it\'s like you said... love is like a role that we play\nBut I believe in you so much I could die for the words that you say\nBut I believe in you so much I could die from the words that you say\nBut you\'re chasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you\'re chasing ghosts \nJust bend the pieces 'til they fit, like they were made for it\nBut they weren\'t meant for this\nNo, they weren\'t meant for this\nJust bend the pieces 'til they fit, like they were made for it\nBut they weren\'t meant for this \nChasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away, away, away, away from you again\nChasing the ghost of a good thing\nHaunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again while you\'re chasing ghosts",1 +1823,Arctic_Monkeys___D_is_for_Dangerous,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsD is for Dangerous \nHe knew what he wanted to say\nBut he didn\'t know how to word it\nThe dirty little Herbert was seeking an escape\nBut the place was well-guarded\nThe guiltiness that started\nSoon as the other part had stopped \n \n\'D\' is for delightful and try and keep your trousers on\nI think you should know you\'re his favourite worst nightmare\n \n\'D\' is for desperately trying to simulate\nWhat it was that was alright\nThree quarters of an hour ago\nThat had led him to be in a position\nOn the brink of a mission\nOn the brink of an episode \n \nHe\'s nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe\'s nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe\'s nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene\nHe\'s nearing the brink but he thinks first\nA parallel—I think you should know you\'re his favourite worst nightmare \n \n\'D\' is for delightful and try and keep your trousers on\nYou should know you\'re his favourite worst nightmareSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 21 ",0 +2859,Ben_Kweller___On_My_Way,happy, "On My Way I want to kill this man\nBut he turned around and ran\nI\'ll kill him with karate that I learned in Japan\nHe wouldn\'t see my face, I wouldn\'t leave a trace\nI wouldn\'t use a bullet cause a bullet\'s a disgrace \nAw, mom, I never though that I was a murdering man\nBut tonight I\'m on my way\nTonight I\'m on my way \nThere\'s this drawer that I know in a house up the road\nThat\'s full of things that are easily sold\nWhen they go out of town I could go and snoop around\nAnd make myself rich off the things that I found\nAw, mom I never thought that I was a stealing man\nBut tonight I\'m on my way\nTonight I\'m on my way \nI was sitting on the bleacher staring at the speaker\nReading his lips but I could not understand\nSo I opened up my ears and clearly I could hear\nThis detailed story all about a grain of sand \nAw, mom I always dreamt of being a good listener\nSo tonight I\'m on my way\nTonight I\'m on my way \nThere\'s this kid you gotta meet. He lives across the street\nHe\'s got spirit and heart. We\'re 10 years apart\nHe is up for anything. He can hang with anyone\nHe still likes the things we used to think were fun \nAw, mom I never thought that I could have a friend\nBut tonight I\'m on my way\nTonight I\'m on my way \nOh, tonight\nI\'m on my way \nI\'m in love with someone who\'s as pretty as a flower\nHer life gives me power so i\'m buying her a ring\nShe makes hats with her hands\nShe is such an artist\nI\'m her biggest fan and I\'m teaching her to sing\n Aw, mom I never thought that I could love no one\nBut tonight I\'m on my way\nTonight I\'m on my way \nOh, tonight\nI\'m on my way ",0 +5618,Cocoon___On_my_way,calm, "On My Way One, two, three, four \nIf you feel like a liar\nIf you\'re about to leave me\nIf you can\'t sleep at night \nIf my bed songs upset you\nAnd if my arms can\'t warm you\nYou just have to try \nI am such a coward\nI could win an award\nYou may not believe me\nBut it would be ok, be ok, be ok\nDid you know you\'re still crying\nDid you know that we\'re all dead\nIs it paradise? \nI\'m just waiting for the day\nThat I will find a letter\nOn the bedroom door \nI am such a coward\nI could win an award\nYou may not believe me\nBut it would be ok, be ok, be ok, be ok",2 +3950,Boston___Higher_Power,happy, "Higher Power Hey, my higher power\nYeah, give me the power \n \nLet me love you\nTake me home to your religion for the night\nLet me touch you\nTeach me how to see your vision through my eyes\nTurn the pages\nTell my story, let me face another day\nSafe embraces, I feel it comin\' now\nMy captain\'s on his way\n \nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin\', but I\'m not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt\'s the beginnin\', the beginnin\' of another day \nYeah!! \n \nLet me hold you\nTake me back into the secrets of my mind\nLet me know you\nCome and save me Lord\nDon\'t let me cross the line \n \nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin\', but I\'m not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt\'s the beginnin\', the beginnin\' of another day \n \nGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change\nThe courage to change the things I can\nAnd the wisdom to know the difference\n \nHey, my Higher Power\nThe world is spinnin\', but I\'m not afraid\nYeah, my Higher Power\nIt\'s the beginning of another day \nHey, my Higher Power\nThe world is spinnin\', but I\'m not afraid\nYeah, my Higher Power\nIt\'s the beginnin\', the beginnin\', the beginnin\' of another day \nHey, my higher power\nYeah, my higher power\nHey, my higher power\n_______________\n \nOoh, let me love you\nOoh, let me love you \n \nHey, my higher power\nThe world is spinnin\', but I\'m not afraid\nYeah, give me the power\nIt\'s the beginnin\', the beginnin\', the beginnin\' of another day\nHeyyyyyyy\nHeyyyyyyy\nHeyyyyyyy1 ",0 +8687,Every_Time_I_Die___Hit_of_the_Search_Party,anger, "Hit of the Search Party No man abandon his post\nA gatecrasher has called us to arms\nTake up your torch\nI want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward\nA radical has polluted our ranks\nSlouch into position men, this is a war\nSet the traps \nWe\'ll have that criminal\'s head\nMarched through the streets on a stake\nSomeone will pay for this\nWe\'ll squeeze his goddamn brains out\nSleep with one knife open\nYou can\'t out-think us\nWe\'ve been out of thoughts for a while\nYou can\'t out-think us\nWe\'ve been out of thoughts for a while \nAnd the warrior with the deadliest weapon\nIs the one without an instruction manual for his gun \nThis is a union of dunces\nWe are the new global menace\nStalking the land\nGnashing dull teeth\nTapping our feet\nSighing and humming and watching the clock \nThat\'s what you get That\'s what you get\nThat\'s what you get\nThat\'s what you get for fucking with us\nThat\'s what you get for fucking with us \nWhen we find you\nWe\'ll skin you alive\nWe\'ll pluck out your eyes\nAnd the cannons will roar as we march to the capitol\nDragging your hide\n Drooling polished jackboot monsters\nTracking the scent of a sleeping child\nYour composure gave you away\nNext time it\'s best to cry havoc \nKeep marching, the bridge is ours\nThey\'re coming to get me\nThey\'re coming to take me away\nI\'ll never make love in this town again \nEveryone on the dance floor is doomed\nHit the ground\nShut your mouth\nThe prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit\nYou\'re in for it now\nAre these helicopters for me?\nHave I been appointed to speak?\nThen I\'m going to Hell\nAnd I\'m taking the Renaissance with me ",3 +7734,Eddy_Grant___I_Dont_Wanna_Dance,happy, "I Don’t Wanna Dance I don\'t wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI\'ll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad \nI love your personality\nBut I don\'t want our love on show\nSometimes I think it\'s insanity\nGirl the way you go\nWith all of the guys on the corner\nOh baby, you\'re the latest trick\nOh, you seem to have their number\nLook they\'re dancing still \nI don\'t wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI\'ll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad \nBaby now the party\'s over\nFor us, so I\'ll be on my way\nNow that the things which moved me\nAre standing still \nI know it\'s only superstition\nBaby, but I won\'t look back\nEven though I feel your music\nBaby that is that \nI don\'t wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI\'ll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad\n Don\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance\nDon\'t wanna dance \nI don\'t wanna dance\nDance with you baby no more\nI\'ll never do something to hurt you, though\nOh but the feeling is bad\nThe feeling is bad ",0 +6865,Demon_Hunter___My_Heartstrings_Come_Undone,sad, "My Heartstrings Come Undone \nIt’s buried deep within the past and I hope it doesn’t last\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nI try to give it all away, but it’s never going to fade\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face\nI know you feel it’s all the same, but I promise that I’ll change\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nYou know I’m trying to believe that you’re never going to leave\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face \nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone\nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you\n \nI know I’m not the perfect one and this has pain just begun\nIt’s something I already chase, I already chase\nYou bring me to a better path, and it’s everything I lack\nIt’s something I don’t want to face, I don’t want to face \nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone\nThere’s nothing left, the fear is gone \nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you \nIf you fade out without me will you know all about me?\nIf you fade out without me will you know all? \nAnd when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you\n And when my heartstrings come undone\nI will wait for you, pray for you\nBefore I make my final run\nI will stay with you, decay with you ",1 +1235,Anberlin___Feel_Good_Drag,anger, "Feel Good Drag \n I\'m here for you she said\n And we can stay for a while\nMy boyfriend\'s gone\nWe can just pretend \nLips that need no introduction\nNow who\'s the greater sin?\nYour drab eyes seem to invite\nTell me darling Where do we begin? \n \nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands\n \nEveryone in this town\nIs seeing somebody else\nEverybody\'s tired of someone\nOur eyes wander for help\nPrayers that need no answer now\nCause I\'m tired of who I am\nYou were my greatest mistake\nI fell in love with your sin\nYour littlest sin \n \nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands \n \nFailure is your disease\nYou want my outline drawn\nYou were my greatest failure\nDiscourse your saving song\n \n \nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands\nWas this over before\nBefore it ever began?\nYour kiss, your calls, your crutch\nLike the devil\'s got your hand\nThis was over before\nBefore it ever began\nYour lips, your lies, your lust\nLike the devil\'s in your hands6 ",3 +3518,Bloc_Party___So_Here_We_Are,happy, "So Here We Are \nI caught a glimpse\nBut it\'s been forgotten\nSo here we are again\nI made a vow\nTo carry you home, home\nI really tried\nTo be what you wanted\nIt all went wrong again\nI made a vow\nTo carry you home\nIf you fall sick\nIf you pass out, out\n \nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nOh, oh \n \nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI figured it out\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again\nI can see again 8 ",0 +4821,Carbon_Leaf___XRay,happy, "X-Ray Heidi\'s chasing rabbits, Max is chasing cars\nIt\'s summer, it\'s summer, I cut through the neighbors\' yards\nNew seat, new pads, knobbies, chromium alloy, Max\nIt\'s summer, it\'s summer, it\'s summer on riverwood \nLawnmowers everywhere\nI used to live there\nI used to live there\nAnd now I\'m lighting fires\nOut in the garden\nOut in the summer sun\nAnd the best is yet to come\nI got some X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI didn\'t see a thing but I sure was stunned when\nI lost my money to the back of a magazine\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone \nI used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nGood boy \nSo, box derby car, cardboard fighter plane\n....,and paint and flames all over everything\nJumping from the pier and river on the skin\nAnd lightning bugs, and locusts shells, its summer, summer never ends \nLawnmowers everywhere\nI used to live there\nI used to live there\nAnd now I\'m lighting fires\nOut in the garden\nOut in the summer sun\nAnd the best is yet to come \nI got some X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI didn\'t see a thing but I sure was stunned when\nI lost my money to the back of a magazine\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\n I used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nGood girl \nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\nX-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun\nI spy everyone\nI used to live there I used to live there 4x\nI used to ride my bike\nMy dog by my side\nI used to ride my bike\nMy new dog by my side\nGood boy ",0 +5209,Cherry_Ghost___People_Help_The_People,sad, "People Help The People \nGod knows what is hiding in that weak and drunken heart\nI guess you kissed the girls and made them cry\nThose hard faced queens of misadventure\nGod knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes\nA fiery throng of muted angels\nGiving love and getting nothing back \n \nOh, People help the people\nAnd if you\'re homesick\nGive me your hand and I\'ll hold it\nPeople help the people\nAnd nothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh, and if I had a brain\nI\'d be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away\n \nGod knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence\nBehind the tears inside the lies\nA thousand slowly dying sunsets\nGod knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts\nI guess that loneliness came knocking\nNo-one needs to be alone, oh singing \n \nPeople help the people\nAnd if you\'re homesick\nGive me your hand and I\'ll hold it\nPeople help the people\nNothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh, and if I had a brain\nI\'d be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away \n \nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\nNahh nah nah nah\n \nPeople help the people\nAnd if you\'re homesick\nGive me your hand and I\'ll hold it\nPeople help the people\nNothing will drag you down\nOh, and if I had a brain\nOh. and if I had a brain\nI\'d be cold as a stone\nAnd rich as the fool\nThat turned all those good hearts away4 ",1 +8593,Eurythmics___I_Saved_The_World_Today,sad, "I Saved the World Today \nMonday finds you like a bomb\nIt\'s been left ticking there too long\nYou\'re bleeding\nSome days there\'s nothing left to learn\nFrom the point of no return\nYou\'re leaving \n \nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nEverybody\'s happy now\nThe bad thing\'s gone away\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe good thing\'s here to stay\nPlease let it stay\n \nThere\'s a million mouths to feed\nBut I\'ve got everything I need\nI\'m breathing\nAnd there\'s a hurting thing inside\nBut I\'ve got everything to hide\nI\'m grieving \n \nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe bad thing\'s gone away\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe good thing\'s here to stay\nPlease let it stay\nLet it stay, let it stay \n \nDoo, doo, doo, doo, doo, the good thing \n \nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe bad thing\'s gone away\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe good thing\'s here to stay\nPlease let it stay\n \nHey, hey, I saved the world today\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe bad thing\'s gone away\nEverybody\'s happy now So happy now\nAnd everybody\'s happy now\nThe good thing\'s here to stay\nPlease let it, ooh, let it1 ",1 +9271,Fluke___Atom_Bomb_Atomix_1,happy, "Atom Bomb Atomix 1 Baby got an atom bomb \nTwenty-two megatons \nBaby got poison gas\nBaby got a heart attacks\nBaby got pain on tap\nBaby, gimme some of that \nBaby got a Nobel Prize\nGiven for the perfect crime\nBaby got an alibi\nBaby got eight more lives\nBaby got purple hair\nBaby got a secret lair\nBaby got an army there\nI ain\'t ever seen baby scared\nBaby got a satellite\nBaby got a second sight\nBaby got a master plan\nA foolproof master plan\nBaby got a crystal ball\nBaby doesn\'t care at all\nBaby\'s having too much fun\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb \nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb\nBaby got an atom bomb \nBaby got a fleet at sea\nShe\'s got a submarine called Emergency\nShe got a motorcade\nShe got a monorail\nGoing coast to coast on the campaign trail\nPlaying deck of cards in an armored car\nShe got a kung fu star as a bodyguard\nShe got a juju charm\nShe got a magic spell\nShe got a genie, all three is working well\nShe got a TV show\nShe got a shopping mall\nShe got a miracle she doesn\'t want at all\nShe got a monument at a great expense\nShe got a head of state and a president\nShe got destiny\nShe got supremacy\nShe got everything from A to Z\nShe got it all down tight\nShe got nothing wrong\nShe got the whole wide world singing baby\'s song",0 +8513,Erlend_Øye___Symptom_Of_Disease,sad, "Symptom of Disease What you kept saying\nAnd what I was told\nNever related\nSo I don\'t know\nMaybe tomorrow\nOr Wednesday\nBut I\'ll find excuses\nTo wait, wait, wait\nThe only date that\'s certain\nThe wedding of our friends\nI think it\'s for the better\nI keep my cool till then\nOne out of many\nNot how it feels\nBut how I\'ll think of you\nAt the end of the year\nI don\'t know what\'s happening to me\nIs it a symptom of disease?\nWish I could tell you\nAbout the distance between\nHow my life is unfolding and\nHow I thought it would be\nWish you were someone\nWith whom I could share what I find\nIn the people and places\nIn this new world of mine",1 +9378,Forever_The_Sickest_Kids___Breakdown,happy, "Breakdown \nWhen was the last time you talked to me?\nSeriously, I feel like I don\'t even know you\nAnd I would rather me leave\nThan stay and watch you make a fool of me \n \nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore\n \n\'Cause it\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh \n \nLooking at me lying\nIf I said I wasn\'t getting quite bored of you yet\nAnd your consistent nagging and your constant state of panic\nIs unnecessary stress for me \nYou\'re the tip, tip, tip-top of the charts\nYou\'re the best thing I\'ve ever done\nAnd the reality is that I wrote this song for you \n \nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore \n \n\'Cause it\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh\n \nWhen the wood floors meet high heels\nAnd shadows form from the chandeliers\nWhen the wood floors meet high heels\nAnd shadows form from the chandeliers \n \nYou might as well leave\nYou might as well let me know, now\nYou might as well go, go, go\nI never wanna see your face 'round here, anymore \n \n\'Cause it\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhere do we go from here?\nIt\'s a breakdown, the breakdown\nWhoa whoa-oh, whoa whoa-oh ",0 +8853,Fall_Out_Boy___Whats_This,happy, "TranslationsNederlandsWhat’s This? \nWhat\'s this? What\'s this?\nThere\'s color everywhere\nWhat\'s this?\nThere\'s white things in the air\nWhat\'s this?\nI can\'t believe my eyes\nI must be dreaming\nWake up, Jack, this isn\'t fair\nWhat\'s this?\n \nWhat\'s this? What\'s this?\nThere\'s something very wrong\nWhat\'s this?\nThere\'s people singing songs \n \nWhat\'s this?\nThe streets are lined with\nLittle creatures laughing\nEverybody seems so happy\nHave I possibly gone daffy\nWhat is this?\nWhat\'s this? \n \nThere\'s children throwing snowballs\nInstead of throwing heads\nThey\'re busy building toys\nAnd absolutely no one\'s dead \n \nThere\'s frost on every window\nOh, I can\'t believe my eyes\nAnd in my bones I feel the warmth\nThat\'s coming from inside\n \nOh, look\nWhat\'s this?\nThey\'re hanging mistletoe, they kiss\nWhy that looks so unique, inspired\nThey\'re gathering around to hear a story\nRoasting chestnuts on a fire\nWhat\'s this? \nWhat\'s this?\nIn here they\'ve got a little tree, how queer\nAnd who would ever think\nAnd why? \n \nThey\'re covering it with tiny little things\nThey\'ve got electric lights on strings\nAnd there\'s a smile on everyone\nSo, now, correct me if I\'m wrong\nThis looks like fun\nThis looks like fun\nOh, could it be I got my wish\nWhat\'s this? \n \nOh my, what now?\nThe children are asleep\nBut look, there\'s nothing underneath\nNo ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them\nOr ensnare them, only little cozy things\nSecure them in their dreamland\nWhat\'s this? \n \nThe monsters are all missing\nAnd the nightmares can\'t be found\nAnd in their place there seems to be\nGood feeling all around \n \nInstead of screams, I swear\nI can hear music in the air\nThe smell of cakes and pies\nAre absolutely everywhere \n \nThe sights, the sounds\nThey\'re everywhere and all around\nI\'ve never felt this good before\nThis empty place inside of me has been filling up\nI simply cannot get enough \n \nI want it, oh, I want it\nOh, I want it for my own\nI\'ve got to know\nI\'ve got to know\nWhat is this place that I have found?\nWhat is this?9 ",0 +6112,Cursive___Downhill_Racers,sad, "Downhill Racers Hold your breath, dear\nThis ship is going down\nWe\'re all downhill\nRunning with our timebombs\nThese shins are cracked and splintered\nThese lips are crusted shut\nThese squinting eyes just sting me\nThese veins are drying me up \nAll my limbs\nThey\'re just tools\nWe\'re all stilted vehicles\nThese joints rust\nThese pores leak\nTime gets selfish\nTime is SPEED\nThe sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me \nLike the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family\nIt\'s the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history \nAll my limbs\nThey\'re just tools\nDuplicated, mass produced\nRunning down\nLosing speed\nTime escapes us\nTiming\'s everything\nEverything \nEverything... This is the tick in the heart\nEverything... This is the beating of the clock\nEverything... This is an absent blood clot\nEverything... These are the seconds that I\'ve lost\nEverything... This is the slow-rush hour\nEverything\'s so rushed This is the slow-rush... hour\nEverything... This is the slow rush",1 +6372,Daniel_Powter___Lie_To_Me_Album_Version,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +1882,Art_Garfunkel___Bright_Eyes,calm, "Bright Eyes Is it a kind of a dream?\nFloating out on the tide\nFollowing the river of death downstream\nOh, is it a dream? \nThere\'s a fog along the horizon\nA strange glow in the sky\nAnd nobody seems to know where it goes\nAnd what does it mean?\nOh, is it a dream?\nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyes \nIs it a kind of a shadow?\nReaching into the night\nWandering over the hills unseen\nOr, is it a dream? \nThere\'s a high wind in the trees\nA cold sound in the air\nAnd nobody ever knows when you go\nAnd where do you start?\nOh, into the dark \nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyes \nBright eyes, burning like fire\nBright eyes, how can you close and fail?\nHow can the light that burned so brightly\nSuddenly burn so pale?\nBright eyesSee Art Garfunkel LiveGet tickets as low as $80 5 ",2 +9532,Free___Come_Together_In_The_Morning,happy, "Come Together In The Morning It makes me sad to think of you\nBecause I understand the things you do\nThere is no one else can take your place\nIn my life alone I hide my face \n \nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me\nThere was a time, it\'s in the past\nI thought our love was born to last\nBut now you say you are torn in two\nThat\'s what my love has done for you \nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me \nCome together in the morning\nI can understand your mind\nCome together in the morning\nSee the world the same as me \nIt makes me sad to think of you\nBecause I understand the things you do\nThere is no one else can take your place\nIn my life alone I hide my face",0 +396,Adema___Barricades_In_Time,sad, "Barricades In Time Eyes are still red\nComing apart\nLies won\'t take me far\nBody aches\nThese hands shake\nDealing comes with scars\nIt\'s hard to sleep with all that\'s questioned \nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life\nTried to forget\nFeelings of death\nInvading panic spawns\nCan\'t concentrate\nNo one relates\nStealing all the light\nSpreading thin a soul in sections \nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life \nThe enemy\'s my own thinking\nI never let it show\nThe weight on me I am sinking\nI fight this more than you know \nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nCan I find\nPeace of mind\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nAnd let love come save my life\nEverything is fine\n Can I find\nPeace of mind\nBarricades in time\nIf you ask\nEverything is fine\nCan I find\nPeace inside\nBarricades in time\nAs I deal with my own strife \nThe enemy\'s my own thinking\nI never let it show\nThe weight on me I am sinking\nI fight this more than you know ",1 +4365,Broadcast___Colour_Me_In,happy, "Colour Me In \nI am grey, still on the page\nOh, colour me in\nJust an outline, sketchy but fine\nOh, colour me in\nIf green is chasing the hills over miles\nIf blue is pursuing the sky\nSee if the red of your heart doesn\'t mind\nWhere you begin to colour me in \n \nSomething new and nothing to do\nThen I\'m just the idea\nI must be real, 'cause somehow I feel\nThat I\'m just the idea\nLet\'s share the blue of the towering sky\nThe green of the hills that roll by\nLeave the red of your heart to decide\nIf you cannot choose which colour to use\n \nI\'ll always wait\nIt\'s never too late to colour me in\nTo colour me in\nToday or next year, I\'ll always be here\nIf you want to colour me in \n \nI\'ll always wait\nIt\'s never too late to colour me in\nTo colour me in\nToday or next year, I\'ll always be here\nIf you want to colour me in 2 ",0 +1774,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Red_Turned_White,happy, "Red Turned White My bride and groom\nSpent the lonely season\nFiguring life out\nSo imagine the change\nWhen the smoke it filled the air yeah\nAnd when the north reflected southern lights\nIn the eyes of the deep where red turned white\nYou got the wrong attitude. to be lude\nTo stop and stare\nYou got me crawling through hoops on your roof\nTo a death song\nAnd darling you forgot to tell me\nI was gonna grow my hair wrong\nAnd when the north reflected southern lights\nIn the eyes of the deep where red turned white\nYou got the wrong idea\nIf you\'re leaping off the edge of this world",0 +4603,Butterfly_Boucher___Never_Let_It_Go,happy, "Never Let It Go If I find that love I\'ve known before\nI\'ll never ever never ever let it go\nNever never let it go \nIf I find that love I\'ve known before\nYou know, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I couldn\'t never let it go \nWhoah\nAnother song about love\nGone right\nWhoah\nBut my stories are too sweet \nIf I find that love I\'ve known before\nYou know, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I will never let it go \nWhoah\nHow about a round of applause\nFor love\nWhoah\nI\'d love to show love the cause\nOne thing\nThe end, is surely with you\nWhoah \nIf I find the love I\'ve known before\nYou know I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nAway\nNot again\nThis time, I could never let it go\nWhoah....\n Never let it go whatsoever now\nNo, no, no, no, no, no, no ",0 +7121,Diary_of_Dreams___Willow,sad, "Willow Just give me nails\nTo be my burden \nCrucified emotions struggle to survive\nAnd the truth, she has not heard for long \nCold and bare, but sacred ?\nWho has the guts to spread such lies \nA picture of a willow - with a widow in black\nA child ton bear - in blooming beauty\nFor she gave birth to dust \nRoses covered by a layer of snow\nFreezing wind surrounding\nWhat you call holy feet\nJust a child without a wooden cross \nAfflicted hands towards heaven\nHow could you dare deny ? \nHow can you blame a widow\nFor detesting who you are ? \nBare of sore - touch naked boundaries\nAnd empty hands - a widow\'s life",1 +527,Aimee_Mann___I_Cant_Help_You_Anymore,sad, "I Can’t Help You Anymore That summer was just crazy hot\nWe walked the fairground parking lot\nAnd with our secret handshakes\nSealed the deal completely\nBut I\'m too close to know just what\nWill keep Pandora\'s boxes shut\nAnd so I\'ll fail you badly\nWhen you really need me \n\'Cause I don\'t know\nWhat I should know –\nThat I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nI\'ll get a pen and make a list\nAnd give you my analysis\nBut I can\'t write this story\nWith a happy ending\nWas I the bullet or the gun\nOr just a target drawn upon\nA wall that you decided\nWasn\'t worth defending? \nAnd I should know\nBut I don\'t know\nThat I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nAnymore\nNo, I can\'t help you \n\'Cause baby, look what I have done\nThe ruins just go on and on\nI\'ve got to let it go now, or it will drag me under \nSo I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymore\nAnymore\nNo, I can\'t help you anymoreSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 +7548,DriveBy_Truckers___Outfit,calm, "Outfit \nYou wanna grow up to paint houses like me\nA trailer in my yard till you\'re twenty-three\nYou wanna feel old after forty-two years\nKeep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears \nWell, I used to go out in a Mustang\nA 302 Mach One in green\nMe and your mama made you in the back\nAnd I sold it to buy her a ring\nAnd I learned not to say much of nothing\nSo I figured you already know\nBut in case you don\'t or maybe forgot\nI\'ll lay it out real nice and slow \n \nDon\'t call what you\'re wearing an outfit\nDon\'t ever say your car is broke\nDon\'t worry about losing your accent\nA Southern man tells better jokes\nHave fun, but stay clear of the needle\nCall home on your sister\'s birthday\nDon’t tell 'em you\'re bigger than Jesus, don\'t give it away\nDon\'t give it away \n \nFive years in a St. Florian foundry\nThey call it Industrial Park\nThen hospital maintenance and Tech School\nJust to memorize Frigidaire parts \nBut I got to missing your mama\nAnd I got to missing you too\nAnd I went back to painting for my old man\nAnd I guess that\'s what I\'ll always do\nSee Drive-By Truckers LiveGet tickets as low as $37 So don\'t let 'em take who you are, boy\nAnd don’t try to be who you ain\'t\nAnd don\'t let me catch you in Kendale\nWith a bucket of a wealthy man\'s paint \n \nDon\'t call what you\'re wearing an outfit\nDon\'t ever say your car is broke\nDon\'t sing with a fake British accent\nDon\'t act like your family\'s a joke \nHave fun, and stay clear of the needle\nCall home on your sister\'s birthday\nDon\'t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don\'t give it away\nDon\'t give it away1 ",2 +6466,Darren_Hanlon___He_Misses_You_Too__You_Know,sad, "He Misses You Too, You Know Hello stranger it\'s been a while since I last heard your voice\nIt seems like only yesterday when we both shared a house\nNow there\'s a thousand miles of phone cable between us\nBut I can tell that you\'re not smiling\nNow I\'m going nowhere and you\'re gonna tell me\nThe real reason for your dialing\nSo your love has gone away\nBy now he\'ll be sitting somewhere up on a plane\nIn an aisle seat with no view\nBut I can promise you right now that he\'ll be thinking of you\nBecause from what I can tell he seems a nice fellow\nAnd I can see you\'re good together\nYou both look like you\'re both out of an insurance commercial\nWhile I drove away you both waved from your driveway\nAnd I know it\'s hard to become whole\nWhen you\'re usually referred to as his better half\nBut you\'re still the girl who chops onions wearing swimming goggles\nYou\'re still the same girl you were before\nSo your love has gone away\nBy now the hostess will be clearing up what\'s left on his tray\nBut who likes airplane food?\nI can promise you right now that he\'ll be thinking of you\nSo your love has gone away\nHe\'s not expecting you to wait for him but there\'ll come a day\nHe\'ll hang up his traveling shoes\nAnd if you\'re still around I\'m sure that he\'ll come looking for you",1 +6387,Danny_Elfman___Wonkas_Welcome_Song,happy, "Wonka’s Welcome Song Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka\nThe amazing chocolatier\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nEverybody give a cheer! \nHe\'s modest, clever, and so smart\nHe barely can restrain it\nWith so much generosity\nThere is no way to contain it\nTo contain it\nTo contain, to contain, to contain!\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nHe\'s the one that you\'re about to meet\nWilly Wonka, Willy Wonka\nHe\'s a genius who just can\'t be beat\nThe magician and the chocolate wiz\nThe best darn guy who ever lived\nWilly Wonka here he is!",0 +3054,Bilal___You_Are,happy, "You Are \nOoh-ooh, yeah Yes \n \nI found you wearing satin the shade of ebony\nIn the silence of my dreams you kept me company\nOn this secluded island, our bodies seem to melt\nIntoxicating, overwhelming intensity \n \nYou\'re the one that I\'ve been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all\n \nI sketch you to observe you, a smeared reality\nNow you\'re draped in chocolate, tasty opportunity\nTo place you, take time to rest you on some mantel piece\nIgnite you, take time to, and everything in between \n \nYou\'re the one that I\'ve been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all\nYou\'re the one that I\'ve been searching for\nNo less than everything and nothing more\nUntil the end of time I will adore\nYou baby, you are all, you are all \n \nTo me you read as clearly\nIt\'s like poetry, you\'ve got me\nWith sexy smiles, sexy frowns\nThose frowns Those frowns, do what you do\nTo me you read as clearly\nIt\'s like poetry, you\'ve got me\nWith sexy smiles, sexy frowns\nThose frowns, do what you do\nTo me you read as clearly\nIt\'s like poetry, you\'ve got me\nWith those sexy smiles, sexy frown\nSexy, do what you do\n \nDo what you do\nDo what you do\nDo what you do\nYou read clearly\nPoet— you\'ve got me\nYou\'ve got me ",0 +4220,Brett_Dennen___So_Long_Sweet_Misery,happy, "So Long Sweet Misery So Long, my misery\nI don\'t need you\nYou\'ve only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven\'t slept in centuries \nDaylight lives like a burden for me\nSo I escape\nSent it strewn about the street\nBeyond the ruins of my ancestry\nFar past the pages of my disbelief\nI rose from my moat\nLike a ghost from a grave\nSunken in the salty eyes of the wandering displaced\nI was heading through the mist across the golden gate\nAll of my rebellions fall into the fog of fate\nSo long my misery\nI don\'t need you\nYou\'ve only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven\'t slept in centuries \nSpring time came again\nAnd Icarus fell\nI flew past the numb lipped nuns who\'ll never tell\nThe secrets of the sailors and their 7 year spell\nI will not fall, nor will my wings ever melt\nIf I could I would wash all these wounds away\nI would surround your room with a sense of mental grace\nI would paint your portrait over everything mundane\nMore colorful than Easter Sunday \nSo long my misery\nI don\'t need you\nYou\'ve only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven\'t slept in centuries \nPut me on a boat\nLeave my inhibitions at bay\nMy mind is spilling\nBut I haven\'t much to say\nI was running through the canyons\nPulse the echoes of your name\nYou were laughing at me like\nThe sun laughs at a flame\nPut me on a page in a book of beginnings\nLet me scroll me through old volumes of ancient teachings\nLet me reveal in all of these forgotten feelings\nLay me with the wretched in the arms of my queen\n So long sweet misery\nI don\'t need you\nYou\'ve only caused me grief\nForgive me if I fall asleep\nI haven\'t slept in centuries\nx2\nNo I haven\'t slept in centuries\nI haven\'t slept in centuries ",0 +5081,Celtic_Woman___The_Soft_Goodbye,happy, "The Soft Goodbye When the light begins to fade\nAnd shadows fall across the sea\nOne bright star in the evening sky\nYour love\'s light leads me on my way \nThere\'s a dream that will not sleep\nA burning hope that will not die\nSo I must go now with the wind\nAnd leave you waiting on the tide \nTime to fly, time to touch the sky\nOne voice alone, a haunting cry\nOne song, one star burning bright\nMay it carry me through darkest night\nRain comes over the gray hills\nAnd on the air, a soft goodbye\nHear the song that I sing to you\nWhen the time has come to fly \nWhen I leave and take the wind\nAnd find the land that faith will bring\nThe brightest star in the evening sky\nIs yours to find for me \nIs yours to find for meSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",0 +2984,Bic_Runga___Drive,sad, "Drive I know it\'s late\nNow I know I ought to go\nRide in your car now\nBut please don\'t drop me home\nMy head so heavy\nCould this be all a dream\nPromise me maybes\nAnd say things you don\'t mean\nLet rain fall from concrete-coloured skies\nNo boy, don\'t speak\nNow you just drive\nDrive\nDrive\nTake me through\nMake me feel alive\nAlive\nWhen I ride with you\nKeep my heart turning\nOn axles around you\nKeep our love burning\nJust like it used to do\nNow just for us\nThey could play our favourite tune\nLet\'s not discuss all these things we can\'t undo\nLet rain fall from concrete-colored skies\nNo boy, don\'t speak now\nYou just drive\nDrive\nDrive\nSpeed me through\nMake me feel alive\nAlive\nWhen I ride with you\nLet rain fall from concrete-colored skies\nNo boy, don\'t speak now\nYou just drive 1 ",1 +1454,Annie___My_Love_Is_Better,happy, "My Love Is Better \nComing with a lie, here we go again\nFirst you say you\'re right then you take my pen\n\'Cause underneath your smile, you don\'t wanna lose\nBabe, I got the style, you just got the shoes\nCame in from the start, ready for a fight\nBetting that your bark, got nothing on my bite\nNow I\'m number one, you\'ll be back for more\nWe\'ll be having fun but you\'ll be keeping score \n \nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat this\n \nOnce upon a time\nYou said you\'d challenge me, I said, Alright \nI see you in your dreams and for the last time\nShake you up, shake you up\nBet you\'ll have a fun time waking up, waking up\nOnce upon a time\nYou said you\'d challenge me, I said, Alright \nI see you in your dreams and for the last time\nShake you up, shake you up\nBet you\'ll have a fun time waking up, waking up \n \nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat this \n \nI\'ll let you go there if you go my way\nI need to know you\'re happy to obey\nI let you touch me every now and then\nAnd if you want some, yeah, I\'ll tell you when, when, when\n \nMy love is better than your love\nMy heart is better than your heart\nMy moves are better than your moves\nMy shoes move better\nAnd I bet-bet-bet-bet\nMy kiss is wetter than your kiss\nMy lips are better than your tricks\nYou know you\'ll never have my hips\nI\'m so much better, so eat this ",0 +7747,Edie_Brickell___Good_Times,sad, "Good Times You don\'t even have to try\nIt comes easy for you\nThe way you move is so appealing\nIt could make me cry\nGo out driving with my friends\nIn Bobby\'s big old beat up car\nI\'m with a lot of people then\nI wonder where you are \nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nI don\'t want to say goodbye\nDon\'t want to walk you to the door\nI spend a little time with you\nI want a little more \nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that\nGood times, bad times, give me some of that",1 +2485,Basement_Jaxx___Romeo,happy, "Romeo \nYou keep on giving me the hold up, Hold up\nYou know I wish you\'d make your mind up. Mind up\nCuz when we get it on, you\'re so-so So-so\nYou used to be my Romeo. Woa oh ay oh\nCuz you see my dear, I have, had enough\nOf keeping quiet about all this stuff\nYou\'re neurotic like a yo-yo, Yo-yo\nYou used to be my Romeo Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go\nYou used to be my Romeo\n \nYou keep on giving me the hold up. Hold up\nYou know I wish you\'d make your mind up, Mind up\nCuz when we get it on you\'re so-so. So-so\nYou used to be my Romeo Woa-oh-ya-oh\nCuz you see my dear, I have, had enough\nOf keeping quiet about all this stuff\nYou\'re neurotic like a yo-yo\nOh you used to be my Romeo\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nYou used to be my Romeo \n \nLet it go oh oh oh\nLet it all go\nCuz you left me laying there\nWith a broken heart\nStaring though a deep cold void\nAlone in the dark\nAnd I miss the warmth in the morning\nAnd the laughter when I can\'t stop yawning\nBut the tears on the pillow have dried my dear\nGonna let it all go cuz I have no fear\n \nWoa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh\nLet it all go Woa-oh-ya-oh \n \nLet it all go\nMy Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nYou used to be my Romeo\nLet it go ",0 +3195,Bird_York___In_The_Deep_Edit,sad, "Something That I Never Had \nPlease don\'t hate me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don\'t hate me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don\'t want me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n \nHe said\nSins of the father fall on the fins of the father swimmer\nThen my son is going to Jannah\nNah, don\'t get off topic nigga, found this in your pocket nigga\nI ain\'t trying to get on science or rockets with you bitch\nI\'ve been rocking with you since it was little or nothing\nRhythm adjusting to say your mental vision to someone\nCriminal customs still remain, you broken law\nOpen a broken jaw, say you ain\'t going to wow\nYeah she stands here holding your smoking sour\nTo her big as the while spent that you were small as a locked pitching\nTill we losing respect for a pocket picker prediction\nNew York will celebrate if the Knicks win\nAnd then we\'ll hesitate and the Benz lens\nTry shooting a gun from this end\nThis and that fics and facts and is missing, twisting, denying, amplifying\nBut there\'s science behind my diamonds bitch, gone \n \nPlease don\'t hate me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don\'t want me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n \nShe said\nPins of the mother falling on chest of a doll of a cheating nigga\nSimultaneously is breathing with it\nIs comfortable you see as slippers\nWe agree to better eat and now that evil vengeance visiting eating with her\nEating dinner, dinner being the inner Eden in her\nAnything to get back at that nigga\nHer ain\'t eating any of the bean dinner, dinner eating her with Eden\nVisiting vengeance evil her at eating bitter\nThe [?] wee slippers in seating comfortable with his breathing he simultaneously\nNigga\nCheatin\', furthermore repeating\nFurthermore repeating\nRepeatedly cannonballing off in the deep end\nIf walking off is your defense\nThen walling off your reasons\nFrom all the talk is indecent\nI bought this doll from a priestess\nIf you been feeling awfully nauseous said recent that\'s the reason bitch, gone \n \nPlease don\'t want me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nAnd just something that I never had\nJust something that I never had\nGive me something that I never had\n \nAnd he can\'t talk yet\nSippy cup sit on sofa beside the shoe of a trusted sitter\nOverhearing the bitter\nOver here by the mirror was little man making pictures\nHitting his firetruck with one of his action figures\nLooks and sees a bird, by the open window he ventures\nContemplates, then enters\nOr exit, crawls out on to the ledges\nThe bird that he once seen is now move closer to the edges\nHe pursues it but his balance starts to lose it\nSo he slips and then he falls into a car driving by roofless\nIn the back seat with no scratches\nDriver caught up in the music so he didn\'t hear him enter we he fell down cause that stupid bitch\nWas so caught up in Revenge\nToo busy sticking in her pins\nLuckily he landed in the back of his daddy\'s Benz\nBut he was on his way to go and cheat again \n \nPlease don\'t hate me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just wanted something that I never had\nPlease don\'t want me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just needed something that I never had\nPlease don\'t hate me\nThis ain\'t personal\nI just wanted something that I never had8 ",1 +9197,Fleet_Foxes___English_House,sad, "English House \nYou go with your two feet bare\nDown through the cold lane there, to Brighton\nA country house, a liar and a louse live there\nAnd go with your arms held wide\nHappiness in your eyes, convincing\nAnd stay the night, turn out every light you see\nAnd lay them down buried in the ground for me \n \nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa...\n \nThe tongues of the creatures wait\nDrawn to the fragile legs you walk on\nA cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me\nA cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me \n \nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa, my love, whoa, my love\nWhoa... ",1 +5890,Covenant___Greater_Than_The_Sun,sad, "Greater Than The Sun Ladies and gentlemen lights are going out let\'s step outside and watch the city sleep\nListen and remember wait another day we are explorers far away from home\nStay for just a moment watch the natives dance be civilized and kiss the pretty bride\nBrothers and sisters the pain is gone for now let\'s burn our books and find a little peace\nSooner or later we walk another day we are colliders everywhere we go\nStay for just a car-crash know your heart is weak be primitive and wave your love goodbye\nLadies and gentlemen lights are going out let\'s step outside and watch the city sleep \nPreachers and sinners we are all the same let\'s save ourselves and drink from deeper wells\nHatred and compassion wail against the walls we are invaders trying to escape\nFight for just a lifetime count the moments lost be so alive and cry as time goes by\nLadies and gentlemen lights are going out let\'s step outside and watch the city sleep\nGreater than the sun\nWe are greater than the sun",1 +5128,Charley_Pride___Kiss_An_Angel_Good_Mornin,happy, "Kiss An Angel Good Mornin’ Whenever I chance to meet\nSome old friends on the street\nThey wonder how does a man get to be this way\nI\'ve always got a smiling face\nAnytime and any place\nAnd everytime they ask me why\nI just smile and say \nYou\'ve got to\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let her know you think about her when you\'re gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home\nWell people may try to guess\nThe secret of a happiness\nBut some of them never learn it\'s a simple thing \nThe secret i\'m speaking of\nIs a woman and a man in love\nAnd the answer is in this song\nThat i always sing \nYou\'ve got to\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let you know you think about her when you\'re gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home \nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd let you know you think about her when you\'re gone\nKiss an angel good morning\nAnd love her like the devil when you get back home",0 +6747,Dead_Kennedys___Forward_To_Death,anger, "Forward to Death \nI don\'t need your way of life\nI can\'t stand your attitudes\nI can do without your strife \n \nI don\'t need this fucking world\nI don\'t need this fucking world\nThis world brings me down \n \nGag with every breath\nThis world brings me down\nI\'m looking forward to death\n \nIt seems so unreal to me\nSo much hate and so much pity\nI can\'t take another day \n \nIt\'s such a bore, it gets me really sore\nI don\'t need this fucking world\nI don\'t need this fucking world\nThis world brings me down \n \nGag with every breath\nThis world brings me down\nI\'m looking forward to death \n \n \nLooking forward to death\nLooking forward to death 3 ",3 +7212,Dinosaur_Jr___I_Live_For_That_Look,happy, "I Live for That Look \nHey, I live for that look\nHey, is that all it took?\nI know why, I know why\nHey, it\'s all on your head\nHey, is that what you said?\nI know why, I know why \n \nYou run around\nAnd you won\'t see tomorrow\nSee today, no way\nTime to pay\nUp for not having a time to even say\n \nHey, it\'s going no place\nHey, don\'t give me that face\nI know why, I know why\nHey, be better this time\nHey, get out of my mind\nI know why, I know why \n \nYou run around\nAnd you won\'t see tomorrow\nSee today, no way\nTime to pay\nUp for not having a single thing to say\nTell me now, tell me now",0 +1876,Art_Brut___Good_Weekend,happy, "Good Weekend First time I saw her\nI wanted to do more than just hold her\nI wanted to bend her and fold her\nSo I lent over and I told her \nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend \nWe want to be lapsed catholics\nGot the contraception, haven\'t got the knack yet\nWe\'ve tried it a variety of ways\nI\'ve not sleeped in about four days\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nPhone\'s ringing all weekend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend \nSo we went to the cinema\nWe came home from the cinema\nWe went through the front door\nUp the stairs\nThrough her bedroom door\nOnto the bedroom floor\nI\'ve seen her naked twice!\nI\'ve seen her naked twice! \nBrand new girlfriend\nBrand new girlfriend\nBrand new girlfriend \nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nSo many messages to send\nPhones ringing all weekend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nGot myself a brand new girlfriend\nAnd I think that I love her",0 +3908,Bonfire___You_Make_Me_Feel,sad, "You Make Me Feel \nDeep in the night, when I\'m alone\nMy heart starts to burn, cause I feel for you\nI\'ve been away too long from my love\nI leave it up to you, to understand \nI\'ve got this feeling, deep in my mind\nCome back and love me, just one more time\nOn the ground of an ocean, we buried our love far away\nMy heart\'s still bleeding, won\'t you come back and stay\n \nBut I can\'t understand\nWhy there\'s salt in my eyes\nAnd I can\'t understand\nWhy your heart\'s in disguise \nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again \n \nI can\'t find the answer from a look in your eyes\nAnd my heart\'s still crying, don\'t tell me your love\'s a lie\nYou\'re still the one who can set me in a state of trance\nWhy don\'t we give us a second chance? \n \nBut I can\'t understand why you laugh, though you cry\nAnd I can\'t understand why I don\'t say goodbye \nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again \n \n \nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again \n \nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again \n \nFor I still need you\nAnd I want you to come back again\nYou make me feel like never again1 ",1 +5712,Coldplay___The_Scientist,calm, "TranslationsTürkçeEspañolPortuguêsThe Scientist \nCome up to meet you, tell you I\'m sorry\nYou don\'t know how lovely you are\nI had to find you, tell you I need you\nTell you I set you apart\nTell me your secrets, and ask me your questions\nOh, let\'s go back to the start\nRunning in circles, coming up tails\nHeads on a science apart \n \nNobody said it was easy\nIt\'s such a shame for us to part\nNobody said it was easy\nNo one ever said it would be this hard\nOh, take me back to the start\n \nI was just guessing at numbers and figures\nPulling the puzzles apart\nQuestions of science, science and progress\nDo not speak as loud as my heart\nTell me you love me, come back and haunt me\nOh, and I rush to the start\nRunning in circles, chasing our tails\nComing back as we are \n \nNobody said it was easy\nOh, it\'s such a shame for us to part\nNobody said it was easy\nNo one ever said it would be so hard\nI\'m going back to the start \n \nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nAh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nOh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-oohSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 218 ",2 +6047,Crystal_Castles___Violent_Dreams,sad, "TranslationsEnglishViolent Dreams [Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon\'t you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon\'t you let me take your car? \n \nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather\nIf I were you, Chrissie, I\'d rather \n[Pre-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nWon\'t you let me?\nWell, you know I can drive\nPlease, let me take your car\nWon\'t you let me take your car? \n \nTwo policemen in the car behind\nNot on duty but they stopped\nAnd just before the car caught fire\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off\nBravely they pulled her off \n[Post-Chorus: Stina Nordenstam]\nIf I were you Chrissie I\'d rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I\'d rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I\'d rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I\'d rather\nIf I were you Chrissie I\'d rather 2 ",1 +7175,Dilated_Peoples___Neighborhood_Watch,calm, "Neighborhood Watch + Iriscience\nThe neighborhood watch Is jewels and spots\nIt\'s mine and yours Let\'s guard the block\nThis ain\'t the cops It\'s the neighborhood watch\nIt\'s mine and yours \n \nWhen I was young the neighborhood watched\nUs get down on a cardboard box in vacant lots\nWell down on Venice Beach, you had to jet before dark\nThe freaks come out at night to spark\nWrite with my right, bat with my left hand\nHearing of a blind cat, vision of a deaf man\nBreath through my eyelids, my flow keeps my teeth white\nHalf B-boy, half Z-boy, the street lights watch\nThe neighborhood watch it is jewels and spots\nIt\'s mine and yours, Let\'s guard the block\nThis ain\'t the cops, It\'s the neighborhood watch\nIt\'s mine and yours, Let\'s guard the block\n \nWatch your colours and watch your slang\nWatch how your fingers twist and change\nAlot of cats out here ain\'t playin\'\nAlot of cats here still can\'t bang\nMe? I don\'t bang, I rock the good rhymes\nThe whole scenery reminding me I should rhyme\nAnd not floss but invest in mine\nAnd hope it never comes to the best in nine\nBut hey, the neighborhood watch guard the block\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\nIt ain\'t gon\' stop, it\'s the neighborhood watch\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops \n[Hook: scratched by DJ Babu]\nNeighborhood watch x4 \n \nProtect your own, protect your home\nRespect the hustle and set the tone\nEntertain but drop gems mostly\nLike, don\'t covet your neighbour but watch him closely \n \nClosed circuit, checking the street\nBetween blessing the beat and stressing to eat\nBetween my first breath and resting in peace\nBetween keeping the peace and arresting police\n \nThe eyes have it, once again it\'s your Peoples\nBlacked out your tinted windows, we still see you\nThe streets is breathing, the streets is watching\nThe streets start trends and end them - be cautious \n \nBlack Panthers, Brown Berets\nWe watched the watchers and found a way\nI see it all like a fly on the wall\nAnd thats real gay, so keep your eye on the ball \n \nThe neighborhood watch is jewels and spots\nIt\'s mine and yours, let\'s guard the block\nThis ain\'t the cops, It\'s the neighborhood watch\nIt\'s mine and yours, let\'s guard the block \n \nThe neighborhood watch, guard the block\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops\nIt ain\'t gon\' stop, it\'s the neighborhood watch\nWatch for criminals and watch for cops \n[Outro: Scratched by DJ Babu]\nNeighborhood watch x 7 ",2 +2714,Bell_X1___Next_To_You,happy, "Next to You It was part of our experiment\nWent you said go and I went\nLike a gooseberry on Noah\'s ark \nI watched them file in two by two\nAnd I set sail without you\nAnd we were carried on the flood of your tears \nTime pulls a face when I\'m next to you\nLet\'s hope the wind changes\nTime pulled a face when I\'m next to you\nLet\'s hope the wind changes\nNow I\'m looking for dry land\nAs all this crying subsides\nBut I\'m like Columbus in India \nI\'m a little all over the shop\nLike those holy souvenirs from Knock\nThat come all the way from China \nTime pulls a face when I\'m next to you\nLet\'s hope the wind changes\nTime pulled a face when I\'m next to you\nLet\'s hope the wind changes \n\'Cos we\'d be stuck in this place\nFor an age or two\nI hope the wind changes\nAnd the vacuum in space will draw me to you\nI hope the wind changes \nI\'m not over you, can I get back under",0 +6275,Damien_Jurado___Hoquiam,sad, "Hoquiam Standing with my feet deep in the ground\nWas I nothing but a landslide in your mind?\nAm I no one until someone calls me out?\nAre you just pretending when we talk? \nYou should have seen me\nKeeping watch at dawn \nPicture now a car ride through the plains\nWhere east meets west and only sky remains\nWere you faking death to only gain concern?\nThe cut out lights and signals told us wrong\nYou should have seen us\nCarefree behind the wheel \nLover I am still here breaking chairs\nWill I ever be the hero in your song\nOr forever in your shadow so unseen?\nTrapped between the lines that you write down? \nYou should have told me\nBroken jaw and all\nCrippled in your glory\nRestless till my death ",1 +6731,Dead_Kennedys___Take_This_Job_and_Shove_It,anger, "Take This Job and Shove It \nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I\'m walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more \n \nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I\'m walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more\n \nI\'ve been working in this factory from now on fifteen years\nAll this time I\'ve seen my woman drowning in her tears\nI\'ve seen a lot of good people die who had a lot of bills to pay\nI\'d give the shirt right off my back if I had the nerve to say \n \nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I\'ve been working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I\'m walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more \n \nThat foreman, he\'s a regular dog, that line boss, he\'s a fool\nGot brand new skinhead haircuts, thinks that he looks so cool\nOne of these days I\'ll blow my top or somebody\'s gonna pay\nI\'d hate to see the look on his face when I get up the nerve to say \n \nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more\nMy woman left and took all the reasons I was working for\nYou better not try to stand in my way as I\'m walking out the door\nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here no more \n \nTake this job and shove it, I ain\'t working here\nAin\'t working here\nAin\'t working here no more",3 +7773,Edyta_Gorniak___If_I_Give_Myself_Up_To_You,calm, "If I Give Myself Up To You If I lay down the past\nAnd I let myself go\nPut my heart in your hands\nAnd forget what I know \nCan I trust you, baby\nWhat goes on in your mind ?\nI feel myself falling\nIt\'s been such a long time \nIt\'s a miracle, baby\nTo find love that\'s true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you\nI\'ve been hurt before\nAnd I\'ve tried to forget\nBut the pain lived inside\n\'Till you and I met \nIf I follow you, baby\nAnd I love you blind\nWhen you\'re sure I\'ve fallen\nWill you still be kind ? \nIt\'s a miracle, baby\nTo find love that\'s true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you \nIf I follow you, baby\nAnd I love you blind\nWhen you\'re sure I\'ve fallen\nWill you still be kind ? \nIt\'s a miracle, baby\nTo find love that\'s true\nWill you be there for me\nIf I give myself to you\nIf I give myself to you",2 +3382,Black_Sabbath___The_Wizard,sad, "The Wizard \nMisty morning, clouds in the sky\nWithout warning, a wizard walks by\nCasting his shadow, weaving his spell\nLong grey cloak, tinkling bell \n \nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic\n \nEvil power disappears\nDemons worry when the wizard is near\nHe turns tears into joy\nEveryone\'s happy when the wizard walks by \n \nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic \n \nSun is shining, clouds have gone by\nAll the people give a happy sigh\nHe has passed by, giving his sign\nLeft all the people feeling so fine \n \nNever talking\nJust keeps walking\nSpreading his magic 5 ",1 +2608,Bebel_Gilberto___Close_Your_Eyes,sad, "Close Your Eyes You know you can feel the breeze with patience of a lifetime\nDance above the trees to the rhythm in your mind\nGently touching your skin inside out\nFloating on the seas, it carries me around \nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone \nPenso em você, sinto um gosto de mar\nNos grãos de areia, e eu a rolar\nVou rodar o mundo , mas aqui é o meu lugar\nEu vou rodar o mundo mas aqui é o meu lugar\nTranslation:\nThinking about you, I feel the taste of the sea\nIn the sand grains, I am rolling\nGonna go around the world, but here is my place\nI\'ll go around the world, but here is my place \nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone \nSince the day I left, from the start\nI can feel megabytes of memories in my heart\nWish I disappear and wake up in some other place\nWhere there\'s no pain or fear, is simple like 'Hello\' \nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone\nYou can close your eyes and never be alone",1 +14,10_Years___The_Recipe,sad, "The Recipe \nLives swallow the infatuation\nCleverly seduced\nEvil\'s in the stink of you\nRise and fall we decompose \n \nRest against the sore\nPush breathe and pull\nRipping out compassion\nInstincts adapting\nSin sings a moan\nIn slides night\nUnite and spread the heart apart\nAnd smile of pain\n \nI can\'t show my true embrace\nNow that you\'re subdued\nI begin to weaken you\nRise and fall we decompose \n \nPrey on the masses\nConscience relapses\nThe less we think and\nMore we drink our actions are casual\nWhile sin sings a moan \n \nLives swallow the infatuation\nCleverly seduced\nEvil\'s in the stink of you\nRise and fall we decompose \n \nDistance is safer than trust\nHonestly honesty\'s a fable in love\nCalloused\nShedding skin I start to grin as malice\nBecomes my fuel\n \nI can\'t show my true embrace\nNow that you\'re subdued\nI begin to weaken you\nRise and fall we decompose \n \nShedding skin I start to grin as malice\nBecomes my fuel1 ",1 +8574,Europe___Tomorrow,sad, "Tomorrow Will you be there beside me\nIf the world falls apart\nAnd will all of our moments\nRemain in your heart\nWill you be there to guide me\nAll the way through, I wonder will you \nWalk by my side, and follow my dreams\nAnd bear with my pride, as strong as it seems\nWill you be there tomorrow\nWill you be there beside me\nAs time goes on by\nAnd be there to hold me\nWhenever I cry\nWill you be there to guide me\nAll the way through, I wonder will you \nWalk by my side, and follow my dreams\nAnd bear with my pride, as strong as it seems\nWill you be there\nOh, now will you be there\nWill you be there tomorrow 1 ",1 +4435,Bruce_Springsteen___Magic,sad, "Magic \nI got a coin in my palm\nI can make it disappear\nI got a card up my sleeve\nName it, and I\'ll pull it out your ear\nI got a rabbit in my hat\nIf you want to come and see\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be\n \nI got shackles on my wrists\nSoon I\'ll slip 'em, and I\'ll be gone Slip 'em and be gone\nChain me in a box in the river\nAnd I\'ll rise singing this song\nTrust none of what you hear Trust none of what you hear\nAnd less of what you see\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be \n \nSlip 'em and be gone\nI\'ll cut you in half \n \nI got a shiny saw blade Shiny saw blade\nAll I need\'s a volunteer\nI\'ll cut you in half\nWhile you\'re smilin\' ear to ear\nAnd the freedom that you sought\'s\nDrifting like a ghost amongst the trees\nThis is what will be\nThis is what will be\n \nNow there\'s a fire down below\nBut it\'s coming up here\nSo leave everything you know\nCarry only what you fear\nOn the road the sun is sinkin\' low\nThere\'s bodies hanging in the trees\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 This is what will be\nThis is what will be1 ",1 +2077,Atom_And_His_Package___Going_to_Georgia,happy, "Going To Georgia The most remarkable thing about coming home to you\nIs the feeling of being in motion again\nIt\'s the most extraordinary thing in the world \nI have two big hands\nAnd a heart pumping blood\nAnd a 1967 Colt .45\nWith a busted safety catch \nThe world shines\nAs I cross the Makin county line\nGoing to Georgia\nThe most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it\'s you\nAnd that you are standing in the doorway and you smile\nAs you ease the gun from my hand\nI am frozen with joy right where U stand\nThe world glows its\' slide underneath your hair \n40 miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere\nGoing to Georgia \nThe world shines\nAs I cross the Makin county line\nGoing to Georgia",0 +7294,Dispatch___The_General,sad, "The General \nThere was a decorated general with a heart of gold\nThat likened him to all the stories he told\nOf past battles won and lost, and legends of old\nA seasoned veteran in his own time\nOn the battlefield, he gained respectful fame\nWith many medals of bravery and stripes to his name\nHe grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face\nAnd always urged his men on\n \nBut on the eve of a great battle with the infantry in dream\nThe old general tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning\nHe awoke from that night to tell what he had seen\nAnd walked slowly out of his tent\nAll the men held tall with their chests in the air\nWith courage in their blood and a fire in their stare\nAnd it was a grey morning and they all wondered how they would fare\nTill the old general told them to go home \n \nHe said, I have seen the others, and I have discovered\nThat this fight is not worth fighting\nAnd I\'ve seen their mothers\nAnd I will no other\nTo follow me where I\'m going\nSo take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose\nYou are young and you must be living\nSo take your shower, shine your shoes, you got no time to lose\nYou are young and you must be living\nGo now, you are forgiven \n \nYeah\nSee Dispatch LiveGet tickets as low as $374 \nBut the men stood fast with their guns on their shoulders\nNot knowing what to do with their contradicting orders\nThe general said he would do his own duty but he would extend it no further\nThe men could go as they pleased\nBut not a man moved, their eyes gazed straight ahead\nTill one by one they stepped back, and not a word was said\nAnd the old general was left with his own words echoing in his head\nHe then prepared to fight \n \nHe said, I have seen the others, and I have discovered\nThat this fight is not worth fighting\nAnd I\'ve seen their mothers\nAnd I will no other\nTo follow me where I\'m going \n \nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo \nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nYeah-ee-yeah!\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you are forgiven\nGo now, you got to be, got to be, got to be\nHay-ay-ee-yay 11 ",1 +1679,Aqua___My_Oh_My,sad, "My Oh My \nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\nIf you were my King... \n \nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I?\n \nLittle princess in a terrible mess\nA kingdom alone, but no love to confess\nDreams of a prince on a tall white horse\nRuns like a spirit by the castle walls \n \nGotta steal from the rich when they don\'t know I\'m comin\'\nGotta give to the poor, no time for lovin\'\nMy oh my, don\'t you cry, \'cause there\'s no way I\'m stayin\'\nI will leave, say bye bye , I\'m going my way... \n \nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I? \n \nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen... \n \nMystery deep in the royal heart\nCrying at night, I wanna be apart\nPrince, oh prince, are you really sincere?\nBet you one day you\'re gonna disappear\n \nGotta steal from the rich when they don\'t know I\'m comin\'\nGotta give to the poor, no time for lovin\'\nMy oh my, don\'t you cry, \'cause there\'s no way I\'m stayin\'\nI will leave, say bye bye , I\'m going my way... \n \nMy oh my... Ohh\nMy oh my... Ohh\nMy oh my... Ohh \nMY OH MY! \n \nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I? \nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?\nMy oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?\nTo rule the Country, baby, you and I? \n \nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...\nIf you were my King, I would be your queen...4 ",1 +2388,Bad_Manners___My_Girl_Lollylpop,happy, "My Girl Lollipop My girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as candy, you are my sugar dandy\nOh, oh, my girl lollipop, never ever leave me\nBecause it would grieve me, my heart told me so \nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as Ghandi, you are my sugar dandy\nEh, My girl Lollipop \nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, oooh little Lollipop",0 +4869,Carolyn_Arends___Seize_The_Day,happy, "Seize The Day I know a girl who was schooled in Manhattan\nShe reads dusty books and learns phrases in Latin\nShe is an author, or maybe a poet\nA genius, but it\'s just this world doesn\'t know it\nShe works on her novel most everyday\nIf you laugh she will say \nChorus:\nSeize the day ' seize whatever you can\n\'Cause life slips away just like hourglass sand\nSeize the day ' pray for grace from God\'s hand\nThen nothing will stand in your way\nSeize the day\nWell I know a doctor, a fine young physician\nLeft his six figure job for a mission position\nHe\'s healing the sick in an African clinic\nHe works in the dirt and writes home to the cynics\nHe says, 'We work through the night so most everyday\nAs we watch the sun rise we can say\' \nChorus \nI know a man who\'s been doing some thinking\nHe\'s as bitter and cold as the whiskey he\'s drinking\nHe\'s talking 'bout fear, about chances not taken\nIf you listen to him you can hear his heart breaking\nHe says, 'One day you\'re a boy and the next day you\'re dead\nI wish way back when someone had said\' \nChorus \nWell one thing I\'ve noticed wherever I wander\nEveryone\'s got a dream he can follow or squander\nYou can do what you will with the days you are given\nI\'m trying to spend mine on the business of living\nSo I\'m singing my songs off of any old stage\nYou can laugh if you want ' I\'ll still say\' \nChorus",0 +9189,Flaw___My_Letter,sad, "My Letter This is my letter to you\nWe started following a certain description\nWe started simple and fair, once again\nBefore there wasn\'t any need for an answer\nThings were much different then, but \nNow you question who I am, who I am inside\nNow there\'s nothing left to hide, so here it goes\nThis is my letter \nHope you\'re alright, it\'s been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I\'d be\nIf I\'d maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might\'ve let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat\'s the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat\'s next for me to learn?\nWhat\'s next for me to learn? \nEngulf myself into a permanent mystery\nNo one day just as the next Not for me\nIt\'s so confusing when I look at my history\nI just can\'t handle that yet, no \nNow you question who I am, who I am inside\nNow there\'s nothing left to hide, so here it goes\nThis is my letter \nHope you\'re alright, it\'s been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I\'d be\nIf I maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might\'ve let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat\'s the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat\'s next for me to learn? \nOne more friendship ends, and then for awhile\nI can breathe again \nHope you\'re alright, it\'s been rough for me\nThinking all night, about the places I\'d be\nIf I maybe, just did a little bit more\nYou might\'ve let me, become a man for sure\nAnd if I might, express one concern\nIt seems an issue, all day at every turn\nWhat\'s the next step, the latest hole in my life\nWhat\'s next for me to learn?\n What\'s next for me to learn? ",1 +1115,Amos_Lee___Whats_Been_Going_On,sad, "What’s Been Going On No one says a word to me\nThey\'re concerned with my jealousy\nWell, I guess that\'s how it\'s got to be from now on \nTime, it swallows everything\nFrom the mighty to the meager thing\nIt\'s as dark as it is comforting\nTo play along \nWith what\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nAround here\nThere goes her old beat up car\nOutside of our old favorite bar\nShe\'d probably in there playing her guitar with stars in her eyes \nThose are some of my favorite memories all those carefree melodies\nWhile I\'m out here on this raging sea about to capsize \nWith what\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nAround here \nWhat\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nWhat\'s been going on\nAround here \nNo one says a word to me\nThey\'re concerned with my jealousy\nWell, I guess that\'s how it\'s got to from now on",1 +2123,Audioslave___Like_A_Stone,sad, "Like a Stone \nOn a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness\nBy a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages\nOf a book full of death, reading how we\'ll die alone\nAnd if we\'re good, we\'ll lay to rest anywhere we want to go \n \nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI\'ll wait for you there like a stone\nI\'ll wait for you there alone\n \nAnd on my deathbed, I will pray to the gods and the angels\nLike a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven\nTo a place I recall, I was there so long ago\nThe sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on \n \nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI\'ll wait for you there like a stone\nI\'ll wait for you there alone, alone \n \n \nAnd on I read until the day was gone\nAnd I sat in regret of all the things I\'ve done\nFor all that I\'ve blessed and all that I\'ve wronged\nIn dreams until my death, I will wander on \n \nIn your house, I long to be\nRoom by room, patiently\nI\'ll wait for you there like a stone\nI\'ll wait for you there alone, alone 73 ",1 +1513,Anouk___One_Word,sad, "One Word \nI close my eyes\nAnd imagine you\'re here\nDid it all seem so hopeless?\nGiven the chance\nI would ask\nForgive me \n \nI didn\'t do a thing to make you stay\nI didn\'t say a word to make you stay\nIf I would have known\nCould I have tried to make it easier?\nBut I didn\'t do a thing\nOr say a word\nOne word\n \nAnd I don\'t know why you\'re gone, now you\'re gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you\'re, you\'re a star in heaven \n \nMy thoughts unsaid\nStuck in my head\nAnd it all feels so useless\nNever forget\nTo give all I have\nForgive me \n \nI couldn\'t do a thing to make you stay\nI couldn\'t say a word to make you stay\nIf I could have known\nCould I have tried to make it easier?\nBut I couldn\'t do a thing\nOr say a word\nOne word \n \nAnd I don\'t know why you\'re gone, now you\'re gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you\'re, yeah, you\'re a star in heaven\n \n \nStill I don\'t know why you\'re gone, now you\'re gone\nNo beautiful goodbye\nYou will never leave my mind\nAnd it turns out to be so much different than our dreams\nNow you\'re, you\'re a star in heaven \n \nYou\'re a star in heaven now\nYou\'re a star in heaven\nYeah, you\'re my star ",1 +8977,Fenix_TX___Manufactured_Inspirato,happy, "Manufactured Inspirato You\'re working day and night just steady struggling\nYou think that you can make it by yourself\nYou feel like giving up you feel like giving in\nBut you\'re determined to get out of this hell\nYou\'re not the only one who\'s ever had it hard\nSomebody somewheres feeling all your pain\nThink of the lucky ones the ones who started small\nThey didn\'t win till they decided to play\nEverybody wants to make it, no one ever wants to try\nNow if you think that you can take it let me hear your battlecry\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream \nYou have to sacrifice you gotta take a chance\nCause that\'s the only way you\'ll ever win\nDon\'t want to roll the dice forget the circumstance\nYou\'re either selling out or crashing in\nEverybody wants to make it, no one ever wants to try\nIf you think that you can take it let me hear your battlecry \nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream \nHold on to your own ambition keep it till the day you die\nAll you need is inspiration let me kiss the day goodbye \nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nA little piece of the American Dream\nI want it I need it so give it to me\nI said I want it I need it so give it to me\nI said I want it I need it so give it to me\nI want a piece of the American Dream",0 +432,Aerosmith___Dream_On,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +9215,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___Not_Crying,sad, "Not Crying \nSo you\'re leaving?\nI can tell because I can see you\'re leaving\nBut if you\'re trying to break my heart\nYour plan is flawed from the start\nYou can\'t break this heart, it\'s liquid\nIt melted when I met you\nAnd as you leave, don\'t turn back to me\nDon\'t turn around to see if I\'m crying\nI\'m not crying, not crying, not crying\nI\'m not crying, it\'s just been raining on my face\nAnd if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks\nPlease, please don\'t tell my mates\n \nI\'m not crying, no, I\'m not crying\nAnd if I am crying, it\'s not because of you\nIt\'s because I\'m thinking about a friend of mine\nYou don\'t know who is dying, that\'s right, dying\nThese aren\'t tears of sadness because you\'re leaving me\nI\'ve just been cutting onions, I\'m making a lasagna for one\nOh, I\'m not crying, no \n \nThere\'s just a little bit of dust in my eye\nThat\'s from the path that you made when you said your goodbye\nI\'m not weeping 'cause you won\'t be here to hold my hand\nFor your information, there\'s an inflammation in my tear gland\nI\'m not upset because you left me this way\nMy eyes are just a little sweaty today\nThey\'ve been looking around and are searching for you\nThey\'ve been looking for you even though I told them not to\nThese aren\'t tears of sadness, they\'re tears of joy\nI\'m just laughing, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha \nI\'m sitting at this table called love\nStaring down at the irony of life\nHow come we\'ve reached this fork in the road\nAnd yet it cuts like a knife?\nI\'m not crying\nI\'m not crying\nI\'m not crying 1 ",1 +7349,Dog_Fashion_Disco___Gardenia,sad, "Gardenia Follow the light\nIt will lead you back home\nHow can I convince you\nThat you\'re a ghost \nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world \nHe turned out the lights, and it\'s far too late\nTo try and convince you, that you\'re a ghost\nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world \nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life \nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life \nTragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end \nLost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child\nOut of this world\nLonging to be, out of this world \nDeath blooms, and blooms like a garden around you\nTurning the earth to bury your life \nTragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end",1 +3680,Blue_States___Season_Song,happy, "Season Song The unfolding of the year\nAnd now our season is here\nAll the balances are clear\nNow that our time is here\nIn our perfect present tense\nThrough our wide rose tinted lens\nWhen the words have all been spent\nWill we still have learned it? \nThrough your window see the place\nLike a fond and sweet embrace\nFor a moment face to face\nIn the sweetest embrace\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh \nThe unfolding of the year\nAnd now our season is here\nAll the balances are clear\nNow that our time is here \nNow that our time is here 3 ",0 +557,Air_Supply___I_Can_Wait_Forever,happy, "I Can Wait Forever When you say, I miss the things you do\nI just wanna get back close again to you\nBut for now, your voice is near enough\nHow I miss you, when I miss you, love\nAnd though\nAll the days that pass me by so slow\nAll the emptiness inside me flows, all around\nAnd there\'s no way out\nI\'m just thinkin\' so much of you\nThere was never any doubt...\nI can wait forever, if you say you\'ll be there, too\nI can wait forever, if you will, I know it\'s worth it all\nTo spend my life alone with you\nWhen it looked, as though my life was wrong\nYou took my love and gave it somewhere to belong\nI\'ll be here, when hope is out of sight\nI just wish that I was next to you tonight, and oh\nI\'ll be reachin\' for you even though\nYou\'ll be somewhere else, my love will go\nLike a bird, on it\'s way back home\nI could never let you go, that I just want you to know...\nI can wait forever, if you say you\'ll be there, too\nI can wait forever, if you will, I know it\'s worth it all\nTo spend my life alone with you \nWhere are you know?\nAlone, with the thoughts we share\nKeep them strong somehow\nAnd you know, I\'ll always be there... \nI can wait forever, if you say you\'ll be there, too\nI can wait, forever if you will, I know it\'s worth it all\nTo spend my life alone...\nI can wait forever, if you say you\'ll be there, too\nI can wait, forever if you will, I can wait forever or more...\nI can wait forever...See Air Supply LiveGet tickets as low as $45",0 +7357,Dolly_Parton___Here_You_Come_Again,happy, "Here You Come Again \nHere you come again\nJust when I\'d begun to get myself together\nYou waltz right in the door\nJust like you\'ve done before\nAnd wrap my heart 'round your little finger \n \nHere you come again\nJust when I\'m about to make it work without you\nYou look into my eyes\nAnd lie those pretty lies\nAnd pretty soon I\'m wondering\' how I came to doubt you\n \nAll you got to do is smile that smile\nAnd there go all my defenses\nJust leave it up to you and in a little while\nYou\'re messing\' up my mind and filling\' up my senses \n \nHere you come again\nLooking\' better than a body has a right to\nAnd shaking\' me up so that all I really know\nIs here you come again\nAnd here I go \n \n \nAll you got to do is smile that smile\nAnd there go all my defenses\nJust leave it up to you and in a little while\nYou\'re messing\' up my mind and filling\' up my senses \n \nHere you come again\nLooking\' better than a body has a right to\nAnd shaking\' me up so\nThat all I really know\nIs here you come again\nAnd here I go\nHere I go\nAnd here I go\nAnd here I go\nHere you come again\nAnd here I go\nHere I go\nAnd here I go\nHere I go 1 ",0 +4856,Caro_Emerald___Back_It_Up,happy, "Back It Up \nNew Orleans, 1951. A bar full of genius players, double dealing, sweet talking players with more on their mind than numbers, converge where the hustlers lay on the sugar thicker than the cheap wine that flows in the back rooms of the gambling halls. Eyes shift to the white girl who is obviously lost, or from out of town. And as soon as the timpani plays and she grabs the microphone, her voice moves her from pariah to princess of the pleasure dome. A coincidence? No, not really... \n \nI can\'t stop shaking\nThe room has a groove and the floor\nIt\'s almost earthquaking\nUh-uh\nLook what we\'re making\nHistory out on the floor\nAnd it\'s just awaking\nUh-uh\n \nSo get that needle in the core\nScratch that back and gimme more\nYou know 'zactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again \n \nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don\'t care if he\'s a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end \n \nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh \n \nGimme some of that funky\nThe kind that the Duke used to play\nAnd make it more swingy\nHeyey\nAnd then give me some horny\nYou know the bub-pu-ba bub-pu-ba bay\nCome on, give it to me\nHmm hmm\n \nSlam that bass and make it sing\nGive those strings that rip 'n\' zing\nYou know 'zactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again \n \nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don\'t care if he\'s a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end \n \nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh \n \nTake me to two second one\nUhummm\nUh-uh, uhuhumm\nYou, you can do it again\nDo do do do eh do do it again\nA-again-a-a-gain-a-again\nYou can do it again\nGet that needle in the core\nScratch that back and gimme more\nYou know exactly what I came here for\nBack it up and do it again\n \nFrom the middle to the top to the end\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBa dlun dla dla doday\nBack to the middle to the front to the end\nZa dlun dla dla doday\nEverybody ba dlun doday\nI don\'t care if he\'s a friend\nFrom the front to the middle to the back to the end \n \nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack it up and do it again\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh\nBack, back, back, back it up I wanna, uhuh, uhuh \n \nUhummm...\nUh uh uhuhumm...3 ",0 +182,ANGELZOOM___Crawling,sad, "Crawling Crawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real, oh \nThere\'s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface\nConsuming, confusing\nThis lack of self-control I fear is never-ending\nControlling, I can\'t seem\nTo find myself again, my walls are closing in\nWithout a sense of confidence I\'m convinced that there\'s just too much pressure to take\nI\'ve felt this way before\nSo insecure\nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real \nDiscomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me\nDistracting Distracting\nReacting\nAgainst my will I\'ll stand beside my own reflection My own reflection\nIt\'s haunting It\'s haunting\nHow I can\'t seem\nTo find myself again, my walls are closing in\nWithout a sense of confidence I\'m convinced that there\'s just too much pressure to take\nI\'ve felt this way before\nSo insecure \nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing what is real \nCrawling in my skin\nThese wounds they will not heal\nFear is how I fall\nConfusing, confusing what is real\n There\'s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface\nConsuming\nConfusing what is real\nThis lack of self-control I fear is never-ending\nControlling\nConfusing what is real ",1 +1058,Amerie___Gotta_Work,happy, "Gotta Work \nSometimes it\'s gonna be days like this\nSometimes it\'s gonna be rain like this\nSometimes you\'re gonna feel pain like this\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it\n\'Cause when you\'re feeling low\nAnd you can\'t get no lower\nThat\'s when you know you\'re close\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it \n \nI woke up in the morning\nIt\'s another cloudy day but\nThat never mattered too much to me, hey!\n\'Cause it\'s still a new beginning\nAnd I know I got it in me\nHad my share of ups and downs\nBut now I know that I can do anything\n \nSometimes it\'s gonna be days like this\nSometimes it\'s gonna be rain like this\nSometimes you\'re gonna feel pain like this Uh, no\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Hey!\n\'Cause when you\'re feeling low Feeling low\nAnd you can\'t get no lower Oh\nThat\'s when you know you\'re close Uh\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it \n \nUh, give it to me \n \nSome people think I\'m aggressive\n\'Cause I know what I want, but\nThat never mattered too much to me, hey!\nShow me somebody without a goal\nI\'ll show ya somebody with no control\n\'Cause life\'s for livin\', so go and get it\nBut when times get rough\nRemember nothing\'s for free \n \nSometimes it\'s gonna be days like this\nSometimes it\'s gonna be rain like this Sometimes\nSometimes you\'re gonna feel pain like this Oh\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Gotta work, work hard for it\n\'Cause when you\'re feeling low Feeling low\nAnd you can\'t get no lower Can\'t get no lower\nThat\'s when you know you\'re close Know you\'re close, yeah\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Hey, hey!\n \nOh, I gotta get it\nNa na, ah, ah oh\nHey hey hey hey hey! \n \nSometimes the road may seem too hard\nYou never really know for sure Ooh\nIf you\'re ever gonna make it, yeah, yeah\nSometimes the end may seem so far\nYou never really know for sure\nIf you\'ve got the strength to make it\nBut you got to remember \n \nSometimes it\'s gonna be days like this Hey!\nSometimes it\'s gonna be rain like this But you gotta remember\nSometimes you\'re gonna feel pain like this\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it Oh, but you gotta work hard for it\n\'Cause when you\'re feeling low So hard for it\nAnd you can\'t get no lower Hey!\nThat\'s when you know you\'re close Hey!\nSometimes you gotta work hard for it \n \nDays like this Days like this\nRain like this Rain like this\nOh oh oh oh oh Feel pain like this\nGotta work hard for it\nGotta work hard for it\nHey! Hahaha\nOoh-ah, I do it 'cause I love it, oh ",0 +3491,Blink182___Going_Away_To_College,happy, "Going Away to College \nPlease take me by the hand, it\'s so cold out tonight, I\'ll\nPut blankets on the bed, I won\'t turn out the light, just\nDon\'t forget to think about me, and I\nWon\'t forget you, I\'ll write you once a week, she said \n \nWhy does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off?\nAnd if young love is just a game, then I must\'ve missed the kickoff\nDon\'t depend on me to ever follow through on\nAnything, but I\'d go through Hell for you, and\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place, but you\'re so beautiful to me \n \nI\'ll think about the times she kissed me after class, and\nShe put up with my friends, I acted like an ass, I\'d\nDitch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer\nIs my picture still hanging in her locker? \n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place but you\'re so beautiful \n \n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus and Tom DeLonge]\nI haven\'t been this scared in a long time\nAnd I\'m so unprepared, so here\'s your valentine\nBouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody\nThis world\'s an ugly place but you\'re so beautiful 9 ",0 +1606,Antony__The_Johnsons___Free_At_Last,sad, "Free at Last North American Slaves Spiritual Chant Gospel \nJulia Yasuda : \nWay down yonder in the graveyard walk\nI thank God I\'m free at last\nMe and my Jesus going to meet and talk\nI thank God I\'m free at last \nOn my knees when the light pass\'d by\nI thank God I\'m free at last\nTho\'t my soul would rise and fly\nI thank God I\'m free at last\nSome of these mornings, bright and fair\nI thank God I\'m free at last\nGoin\' meet my Jesus\nIn the middle of the air\nI thank God I\'m free at last \nLadies and gentlemen\nAntony & The Johnsons",1 +2761,Belleruche___The_Itch,happy, "The Itch No I don\'t think you understand\nWhat I\'m looking for, what I yearn for\nWhat I say, who I am and what I stand for\nNo, no, no\nI will not agree, just to keep your peace\nHope you won\'t agree just to stay with me\nIt can\'t be any other way\nEven if you\nEven if you shift me to the east\nRaise me to the north\nAnd drown me in the south\nWhat\'s left to explore\nDon\'t deny me\nI\'ve got your number\nI know where you live\nDon\'t refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nNo I\'m not asking for\nYour undivided twenty four\nI need much more than that\nSuch is the necessity I give more just to receive\nBut it\'s the respect I\'ve go to feel\nI can\'t compromise this need\nSame as my desire to feel\nEven if you\nEven if you shift me to the east\nRaise me to the north\nAnd drown me in the south\nWhat\'s left to explore\nDon\'t deny me\nI\'ve got your number\nI know where you live\nDon\'t refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nNo I don\'t think you understand\nI couldn\'t talk to you for a week\nOut of disappointment and sadness you let me down\nAnd I yearn for you still\nJust miss you around\nDon\'t deny me\nI\'ve got your number\nI know where you live\nDon\'t refuse me\nI know what you need\nAnd just how much to give\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nIs good for you, what is good for you\nWhat is good for you\nDon\'t deny me\nDon\'t refuse me\nShall I give you what I think you need\nWill you let me rack up what I feel\nSatisfy the purpose you\'ve got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you\'ve got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you\'ve got to find\nSatisfy the purpose you clarified",0 +2224,Axel_Rudi_Pell___Love_gun,sad, "Love Gun I really love you, baby\nI love what you\'ve got\nLet\'s get together, we can get hot\nNo more tomorrow, baby\nTime is today\nAnd girl, I can make you feel okay \nNo place for hidin\', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nAnd you can\'t forget me, baby\nDon\'t try to lie\nAnd you\'ll never leave me, mama\nSo don\'t try\nAnd I\'ll be a gambler, baby\nLay down the bet\nWhen we get together, mama\nYou\'ll sweat \nNo place for hidin\', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nLove gun, love gun, love gun \nNo place for hidin\', baby\nAnd no place to run\nAnd you pull the trigger of my\nLove gun, love gun, love gun\nLove gun, love gun, love gun",1 +9606,Front_242___Moldavia,sad, "Moldavia It flies\nHuman fly gets in your ear\nHuman fly gets to your brain\nHuman fly sticks on your nerves\nGrips on your blood pressure\nDrives you to more pleasure \nHuman fly magic touch from your head\nDown to your tips\nNow start to move and dance\nNow start to groove in trance\nStand up, you electric insect\nStand up, you electronic force \nNo sign of mortal bite\nJust keep on flying, all right! \nNow, you\'re an electric insect\nNow use your electronic force \nBlood pressure\nMore pleasure\nIt flies",1 +461,Agent_Orange___Everything_Turns_Grey,anger, "Everything Turns Grey \nThings don\'t seem to be as easy\nAs they used to be\nIt\'s getting harder every day\nTo think of better things to say\nAbout what\'s going on around you\nAnd what\'s happening inside you\nWhen it\'s time to change, you won\'t know how\nIt won\'t matter years from now \n \nNo matter what you think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey\n \nThis is it, the darkest hour\nIsn\'t it depressing how our\nMinds create an atmosphere\nThat won\'t happen here\nUnless we make some new demands\nTo grasp the future in our hands\nYou know, I wish I could\nBut it\'s too late for senseless minds who love to hate \n \nNo matter what they think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey \n \nNo matter what they think, or do, or say\nEverything turns grey",3 +6462,Darkseed___Life,sad, "Life In a maze of feelings\nI lost myself\nMy colored window\nNow piece of broken glass\nI can\'t stand it anymore\nBut i always do\nHow much more i\'ll have to give? \nLife\'s a neverending story\nOf disappointment\nHunger yearns, greed is turning\nGood to bad\nI wish so much to tell\nBut noone hears\nI\'m always wondering\nHow much more all take from me\nTaking this, taking that\nAgain and again\nSimple hated life\nNothing will remain \nLet me be\nWhen will i be free?\nCrumbling walls i wanna see\nI am sick of useless stories\nNow it\'s time for me to worry\nWorry about me",1 +1369,Animal_Collective___Brother_Sport,happy, "Brother Sport Open up your\nOpen up your\nOpen up your throat\nAnd let all of that time\nAll of that time\nAll of that time go\nI know it sucks that Daddy\'s done\nBut try to think of what you want\nYou\'ve got to open up your\nOpen up your\nOpen up your throat\nMatt! \n \nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your Open up your\nOpen up your throat \nOpen up your, open up your\nOpen up your throat\nAnd let the all of that time\nAll of that time, all of that time go \nI know it sucks that daddy\'s done\nBut try to think of what you want\nYou got to open up your\nOpen up your, open up your throat \nMatt\nSupport your brother\n Sport brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\nSupport your brother sports brother\n \nYou\'ve got his way and what he said\nTo help you shape the way you play\nYou\'ve got to get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\n You\'ve got to have a real good time \nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind \nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind \nYou got to weigh all he said\nHe helped you shape the way you play\nYou gotta get rid of the mourning\nSort out the habits of your mind\nWoo! \nMatt!\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt!\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt \nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out\nUntil you\'re fully grown\nYou\'ve got a real good shot\nWon\'t help to hold inside\nKeep it real\nGive a real shout out \nMatt16 ",0 +1815,Arctic_Monkeys___Dont_Forget_Whose_Legs_Youre_On,sad, "Don’t Forget Whose Legs You’re On \nThe painted faces congregate\nIn the mating season\nTo second homes, they go alone\nIn no rush to leave them \n \nAnd there\'s a fountain and a scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nAnd it picks you up\nAnd cuts you down to size\n \nWhen the people there and the furniture\nStart to seem important\nWhen a moment more, when you catch the floor\nWith a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc \n \nLike the scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nThat picks you up\nAnd cuts you down to size \n \nWell, I had questions for the tap dancer sat on my lap\nAnd she had child-proof caps on her answers\nStone blower, blow me a stone\nAnd show me that handsome enhancer\nShe had a rock on her throttle\nAnd a brown glass bottle full of shavings from the sun\nAlthough those shoes affect your step\nDon\'t forget whose legs you\'re on \n \nAnd there\'s a fountain and a scimitar\nShaped yellow light\nAnd it picks you up\nAnd it cuts you down to sizeSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 4 ",1 +999,Amanda_Marshall___Beautiful_Goodbye,sad, "Beautiful Goodbye I\'m fed up with my destiny\nAnd this place of no return\nI think I\'ll take another day\nAnd slowly watch it burn\nAnd it doesn\'t really matter\nHow the time goes by\n\'Cause I still remember you and I\nAnd that beautiful goodbye \nWe staggered through these empty streets\nLaughing arm in arm\nThe night had made a mess of me\nYour confessions kept me warm\nI don\'t really miss you, I just need to know\nDo you ever think of you and I\nAnd that beautiful goodbye\nWhen I see you now\nI wonder how\nI could\'ve watched you walk away\nIf I let you down\nPlease forgive me now\nFor that beautiful goodbye \nIn these days of no regrets\nI keep mine to myself\nAnd all the things we never said\nI can save for someone else\nAnd nothing lasts forever\nBut we always try\nAnd I just can\'t help but wonder why\nWe let it pass us by, yeah \nWhen I see you now\nI wonder how\nI could\'ve watched you walk away\nIf I let you down\nPlease forgive me now\nFor that beautiful goodbye \nBaby, what can I do\nOh, to get through to you\nAnd sometimes I cry, yeah\nIt\'s a fool\'s lullaby\nSometimes I cry\nIt\'s just a fool\'s lullaby\nI\'m dying inside",1 +9619,Frou_Frou___Old_Piano,calm, "Old Piano \nWhat\'s that you\'re saying there? Oh well\nRain rushing, window pane, oh well\nNot sure what space I\'m in, oh well\nBut I\'m safe inside me here, oh well\nOh well, oh well, oh well, oh well \n \n \nWhat\'s that you\'re saying there? Oh well\nRain rushing, window pane, oh well\nNot sure what space I\'m in, oh well\nBut I\'m safe inside me here, oh well\nOh well, oh well, oh well, oh well\n \nLying here, lie, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie\nLying here, lie, lie, lie\nLying here, lie 1 ",2 +3682,Bluelagoon___Break_My_Stride_Radio_Edit,calm, "Break My Stride Radio Edit This one is dedicated to dem heart-broken lovers \nLast night I had the strangest dream\nI sailed away to China\nIn a little rowboat to find ya\nAnd you said you had to get your laundry cleaned\nDidn\'t want no one to hold you\nWhat does that mean?\nAnd you said: \nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nNobody\'s gonna slow me down\nOh no oh no I\'ve got to keep on movin\'\nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nI\'m running and I won\'t touch ground\nOh no oh no I\'ve got to keep on movin\'\nReaching out to all dem\nTo dem lovers\nWho cannot find demselves, you know \nYou\'re on the road and now you pray it lasts\nThe road behind was rocky\nBut now you\'re feeling cocky\nYou look at me and you see your past\nIs that the reason why you\'re running so fast?\nAnd you said: \nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nNobody\'s gonna slow me down\nOh no, oh no, I\'ve got to keep on movin\'\nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nI\'m running and I won\'t touch ground\nOh no, oh no, I\'ve got to keep on movin\' \nNothing gonna break my stride, I\'m gonna keep on movin\'\nCa me na stand still me gonna keep on grovin\nWhile me walk down the street of revolution\nHear the sound of freedom till I reach Mount Zion\nNobody slow me down, and I won\'t touch ground\nFeel Jah Jah present, an I feel him all around\nGood vibration ina you an me, will bless eveybody ina community\n Never let another guy like you, work me over\nNever let another guy like you, drag me under\nIf I need another guy like you, I will tell him\nNever want another guy like you, have to say, oh \nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nNobody\'s gonna slow me down\nOh no oh no I\'ve got to keep on movin\' Woman\nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nI\'m running and I won\'t touch ground\nOh no oh no I\'ve got to keep on movin\' I said \nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nNobody\'s gonna slow me down\nOh no, oh no, I\'ve got to keep on movin\' \nBeca me keep on movin\' \nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride \nBreak my stride \nI\'m running and I won\'t touch ground\nOh no, oh no, I\'ve got to keep on movin\' \nOH OH\nAH AH AH\nAin\'t nothin\' gonna break my stride\nNobody\'s gonna slow me down, oh no \nGot to slow me down, down, down, down, down know\nI\'ve got to keep on movin\'\nNothing gonna drop me drop me under\nAin\'t nothing gonna break my stride\nI\'m running and I won\'t touch ground, oh no \nNothing gonna break my break my stride\nI\'ve got to keep on movin\' \nDema won\'t take us down ",2 +203,ATB___The_Fields_Of_Love,happy, "The Fields of Love Have you ever seen the fields of love\nHave you ever felt the seeds of love ",0 +1791,Archive___Sane,happy, "Sane Step by step, you\'re gonna make yourself feel better\nBuy yeah buy, you\'re gonna make yourself feel better\nTry yeah try, you\'re gonna make yourself feel ruthless\nMore yeah more, you\'re gonna make yourself feel sane \nCan\'t stop looking and you can\'t stop taking it in\nHead\'s full baby, but you can\'t stop taking it in\nReach yeah reach, 'til your arms can\'t reach any longer\nMore yeah more, you\'re gonna make yourself feel sane \nNumb it again\nTelevision\'s dead but you can\'t stop taking it in\nCover up your eyes, but you can\'t stop taking it in\nDead dead speech, yeah you can\'t stop taking it in\nSpeed it up baby, you gotta make yourself feel sane \nCan\'t stop looking and you can\'t stop taking it in\nHead\'s full baby, but you can\'t stop taking it in\nReach yeah reach, 'til your arms can\'t reach any longer\nMore yeah more, you\'re gonna make yourself feel sane \nNumb it again",0 +2680,Beirut___St_Apollonia,sad, "St. Apollonia \nAll these saints that I move without\nI lose without in vain\nAll these saints, they move without\nThey moved without again\nWell, all these places will lose without\nThey lose without a name \n ",1 +595,Al_Martino___I_Love_You_Because,happy, "I Love You Because I love you because you understand, dear\nEvery single thing I try to do\nYou\'re always there to lend a helping hand, dear\nI love you most of all because you\'re you \nNo matter what the world may say about me\nI know your love will always see me through \nI love you for the way you never doubt me\nBut, most of all I love you 'cause you\'re you\nI love you because the future\'s brighter\nThe door to happiness shall open wide \nNo matter what the world may say about me\nI know your love will always see me through \nI love you for a hundred thousand reasons\nBut, most of all I love you 'cause you\'re you",0 +6244,DMX___Stop_Being_Greedy,anger, "Stop Being Greedy \nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh \n \nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\n \nI could flip that flow, I could stick that ho\nI could get that dough, you know I\'m with that, yo\nAin\'t a thing about the shit I came through I haven\'t seen\nBut when it gets dark, it\'s like a nigga\'s havin\' dreams\nOr nightmares, the light dares to desert me What?\nGot me like everybody wants to hurt me What?\nParanoid, so I strike out at whatever Uh\nThe closest thing to me is gonna get it, but never\nWill I kill? I think death is wrong\nSo I\'ma keep holdin\' on 'til what\'s left is gone\nYou could put that on my nigga Boom\nThese other rap cats will give a nigga room\nBut if it calls for me to force my way in the door\nHeadhuntin\' motherfuckas, stay on the floor\nFour-four, that\'s what I get sick with Grr\nFour more, now all this is liquid Grr \n \nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\n \nI thank the Lord everyday that I\'m blessed with a gift\nI\'m the best, so unless you wanna rest with the stiff\nDon\'t touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone\nWhen you walk past the doghouse, leave it a bone\nDogs bite, dogs fight, dawgs knife\nScratch, shake, and hold all night\nSo when you hear the—, start runnin\'\n\'Cause when you hear the—, I\'m comin\'\nBut I don\'t like drama, so I stay to myself\nKeep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth\nI want the money, give me the honeys with big asses\nThe most expensive champagne you got in big glasses\nI\'m drunk so I\'ma bash his head wide open\nBeggin\' me to stop, but at least he died hopin\'\nDidn\'t get his wish, and now he\'s a dish for the pack\nTwo glowin\' red eyes, everything else is black \n \nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\n \nWhen the sun is up, the gun is up on the shelf\nAnd all the runners up are thankin\' me for their health\nHopin\' that they not around when it gets dark outside\nSun\'s goin\' down, you hear the bark outside\nLocks off the cage, gauge with the buck shots\nFaggot, you\'ve been lucky all day, that\'s when your luck stops\nOne drops, then another and another\nGun pops, goin\' through you and your mother\nWhen does it all end? I found a friend in a dog\n\'Cause fuckin\' with these cats will send a friend to the morgue\nMany questions, no answers, just stress\nTry to hold my head and remember that I\'m blessed\nWith the curse and it gets worse as time goes by\nCan\'t see straight 'cause I\'m so high\nWhy ask why when you know?\nNigga, when it\'s your time to go, you go \n \nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate\nY\'all been eatin\' long enough now, stop bein\' greedy\nJust keep it real, partner, give to the needy\nRibs is touchin\', so don\'t make me wait\nFuck around and I\'m gon\' bite you and snatch the plate80 ",3 +5353,Chris_Rea___Fool_If_You_Think_Its_Over,happy, "Fool If You Think It’s Over \nA dying flame\nYou\'re free again\nWho could love\nAnd do that to you? \nAll dressed in black\nHe won\'t be coming back\nWell, save your tears\nYou\'ve got years and years\n \nThe pains of seventeens\nUnreal, they\'re only dreams\nSave your crying for the day \n \nFool if you think it\'s over\n\'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it\'s over\nI\'ll tell you why \nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou\'re a fool if you think it\'s over\nIt\'s just begun \n \nMiss Teenage Dream\nSuch a tragic scene\nHe knocked your crown\nAnd ran away \nFirst wound of pride\nAnd how you cried and cried\nBut save your tears\nYou\'ve got years and years\n \nFool if you think it\'s over\n\'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it\'s over\nI\'ll tell you why \n \nFool if you think it\'s over\nFool if you think it\'s over \n \nI\'ll buy your first good wine\nWe\'ll have a real good time\nSave your crying for the day \n \nThat may not come\nBut anyone\nWho had to pay\nWould laugh at you and say \n \nFool if you think it\'s over\n\'Cause you said goodbye\nFool if you think it\'s over\nI\'ll tell you why\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou\'re a fool if you think it\'s over\nIt\'s just begun \n \nI\'ll buy your first good wine\nOooh, we\'ll have a real good time\nSave your crying for the day \nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou\'re a fool if you think it\'s over\nIt\'s just begun ",0 +4902,Carrie_Underwood___I_Told_You_So,sad, "I Told You So \nSuppose I called you up tonight and told you that I love you\nAnd suppose I said I wanna come back home\nAnd suppose I cried and said I think I\'ve finally learned my lesson\nAnd I\'m tired of spendin\' all my time alone \n \nIf I told you that I realized you\'re all I ever wanted\nAnd it\'s killin\' me to be so far away\nWould you tell me that you love me too? And would we cry together?\nOr would you simply laugh at me and say\n \nI told you so, oh, I told you so\nI told you some day you\'d come crawlin\' back and askin\' me to take you in\nI told you so, but you had to go\nNow I\'ve found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again \n \nIf I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever\nWould you get down on yours too and take my hand?\nWould we get that old time feelin\'? Would we laugh and talk for hours?\nThe way we did when our love first began \n \nWould you tell me that you\'ve missed me too and that you\'ve been so lonely?\nAnd you\'ve waited for the day that I returned\nAnd we\'d live and love forever, and that I\'m your one and only\nOr would you say the tables finally turned? \n \nWould you say I told you so? Oh, I told you so\nI told you some day you\'d come crawlin\' back and askin\' me to take you in\nI told you so, but you had to go\nNow I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again \n \nNow I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two againSee Carrie Underwood LiveGet tickets as low as $50 3 ",1 +8322,Engelbert_Humperdinck___Release_Me,calm, "Release Me \nPlease release me, let me go\nFor I don\'t love you anymore\nTo waste our lives would be a sin\nRelease me and let me love again \n \nI have found a new love, dear\nAnd I will always want her near\nHer lips are warm while yours are cold\nRelease me, my darling, let me go\n \nPlease release me, let me go\nFor I don\'t love you anymore\nTo waste my life would be a sin\nSo release me and let me love again \n \nPlease release me, can\'t you see\nYou\'d be a fool to cling to me\nTo live our lives would bring us pain\nSo release me and let me love again\nLet me love, let me goSee Engelbert Humperdinck LiveGet tickets as low as $48",2 +6902,Derek__The_Dominos___I_Am_Yours,sad, "I Am Yours \nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me \n \nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me\n \nI am yours\nHowever distant you may be\nThere blows no wind, but wafts your scent to me\nThere sings no bird, but calls your name to me\nEach memory that has left its trace with me\nLingers forever as a part of me \n \nI am yours 2 ",1 +3267,Black_Box_Recorder___Swinging,sad, "Swinging If you let me join your gang\nI\'ll show you things you\'ve never dreamed of\nAfter school we\'ll steal a car\nDrive until the feeling changes \nAll the people have to say We\'re swinging \n We don\'t like you, go away - we\'re swinging \nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore \nAre you a hardcore hooligan?\nDid you really burn the old school down?\nIf I set fire to you now\nWould you even make a sound?\nAll the people have to say We\'re swinging \n We don\'t like you, go away - we\'re swinging \nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore \nIt\'s the end of the affair\nBet you never thought you\'d even get this far\nAnd I dare you to look down\nSee how brave you really are \nMonmouth, Cardiff to the South Downs - We\'re swinging \nFrom the coast to the cathedral towns - We\'re swinging \nFeeling rotten to the core\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore\nAnd I don\'t need you anymore ",1 +7867,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Coming_Down_The_Hill,sad, "Coming Down the Hill I\'m coming down the hill\nComing down the hill\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI got some good news \nI\'m coming down the hill\nI\'m coming down the hill\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI got some good news\nI\'m coming down the hill\nI\'m coming down the hill\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues for you \nFor you\nFor you\nFor you \nI\'m coming down the hill\nComing down the hill\nI lost the blues\nI lost the blues for you \nFor you\nFor you",1 +1959,Asobi_Seksu___Pink_Cloud_Tracing_Paper,happy, "Pink Cloud Tracing Paper Staring Down With Empty Eyes\nLeft Breathing Deep And High\nHard At Work Calling Signs\nSwaying Strings Of Colored Lines \nStaring Down With Empty Eyes\nLeft Breathing Deep And High\nHard At Work Calling Signs\nSwaying Strings Of Colored Lines ",0 +6366,Daniel_Lemma___Haze,calm, "Haze I clung to a delicate straw\nIt broke in my hand\nNow I\'m at the mercy of strangers\nIn a foreign land\nNow I\'m waiting on guidance\nI\'m waiting on a sign\nNow I\'m running for my life\nBut there\'s nowhere to run\nThe ground shook and rumbled\nRippled miles around\nMy eyes screaming with terror\nBut I\'m not making a sound\nShould we stumble\nShould we loose our ways\nMuch too late now to matter\nNow we\'re lost in the haze\nAin\'t no two ways about it\nWe sank like a stone\nNow I\'m looking at ashes\nAnd scars cover my bones\nShould we stumble\nShould we loose our ways\nMuch too late now to matter\nNow we\'re lost in the haze",2 +1974,Assemblage_23___Naked,sad, "Naked Awake, aware, alone\nLost and far from home\nI walk without these walls\nSo there is less to fall\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI\'ve nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nBombarded by brutal events\nLike the rays of a sun\nKnocked to my knees\nBy the waves that continued to come\nEach time I rise to my feet\nI am knocked to the ground\nBut I am an element\nNothing can break me down\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI\'ve nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nLink after link in a chain\nPulling hard at my limbs\nThe search party\'s lost now\nThe outlook is growing dim\nPraying for wisdom\nThere\'s nobody left to impart\nBut I am an atom\nAnd nothing can take me apart\n I am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI\'ve nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break\nI am naked\nI have nothing left\nMy bones are picked clean\nAnd riddled with regrets\nNothing can touch me\nI\'ve nothing left to take\nFor I am naked\nBut I can never break ",1 +1426,Anna_Ternheim___Bring_Down_Like_I,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +2688,Beirut___Napoleon_On_The_Bellerophon,happy, "Napoleon on the Bellerophon A painful \nCalling\n\'Round the sea, 'round your love\nFloating \nBut it\'s too late\nSailing\nAnd you said that [?]\nI\'m lost somewhere on the inside\nForever alone\nAnd you never knew that I\'d lied since\nAnd you never [?]\nCan\'t you see you\'re hiding?\nI am a little [?] \nAnd it\'s a proper landslide\nCan you sail\nTo random seas Random seas\nWith our love\nLost somewhere I am a little [?]\nI\'m waiting for you 1 ",0 +7257,Dirty_Pretty_Things___Gin__Milk,happy, "Gin & Milk I\'m in to myself\nOn uncertain terms\nI put gin in my milk\nTo kill all the germs\nAs I pray for the day\nThat life will return\nAnd I pray for myself\nBut I never learn\nNo I never learn \nSee I really like you\nBut I\'m nothing like you\nI try oh so hard\nBut don\'t get so far\nYou get my respect\nBut we don\'t connect\nWe\'re in it together\nSo I\'ll love you forever\nI love you forever\nAnd so it rains on \nNo one gives a fuck about the values I would die for\nNot the faceless civil servants\nThe rudimentary crack whore\nNo one gives two fucks about the values I would kill for\nGive them something to die for\nGive me something to die for \nYou won\'t really see me\nI live in old movies\nCloaked tightly in sin\nSo they won\'t come in \nIts like spying on cities\nThrough cracks in the floor\nThought I knew what the blag was\nBut now I\'m not sure\nWhat do I know anymore? \nAnd no one gives a fuck\nAbout the values I would die for\nNot the baseist civil servant\nThe rudimentary crack whore\nAnd no one gives two fucks\nAbout the values I could kill for\nGive them something to die for\nGive me something to die for\n Still I\'m into myself\nOn uncertain terms\nI put gin in my milk\nIt kills all the germs\nAs I pray for the day\nThat life will return\nAnd I pray for myself\nBut I never learn\nNo I\'ll never learn \nNo one gives a fuck\nAbout the values I would die for\nNot the faceless civil servant\nA rudimentary crack whore\nNo one gives two fucks\nAbout the values I would kill for\nGive me something to die for\nGive me something to die for \nNo one\'s too perturbed\nAbout the things that I would cry for\nI\'ve been trying all my life\nUntil there\'s nothing left to try for\nNo one\'s too perturbed\nAbout the things that I would live for\nGive me something to try for\nGive me something to try for ",0 +2622,Bebo_Norman___All_That_I_Have_Sown,sad, "All That I Have Sown I believe when they put her in the ground\nI think they buried part of me\nCause I\'ve been searching\nI\'ve been looking all around\nBut I cannot find the heart of me\nThe heart of me \nSo I put my fingers in this soil upon her grave\nAnd I will plant for her a garden\nAnd every flower a reminder of her face\nWill grow up graceful as a pardon\nAnd all that grows is her story told\nAs life unfolds here before us\nThe peace I\'ve found in this broken ground\nI can see her in the harvest\nOf all that I have sown \nAnd long before I was covered up in grey\nBefore the old had bent my bones\nWe grow our children in the red Georgia clay\nThey were our garden and our home \nAnd that grows is our story told\nAs life unfolds here before us\nThe peace we\'ve found in that broken ground\nI can see them in the harvest\nOf all that I have sown \nAnd when my life is done\nI pray the kingdom come\nTake me to glory\nAnd it\'s living inside me\nIt was planted like a seed\nAll to tell a story \nAnd I believe when they put me in the ground\nThere will remain a part of me\nCause I\'ve been searching\nAnd the joy that I have found\nIs living in my family\n It\'s all that I have sown\nIt\'s all that I have sown ",1 +9059,Finch___Ink,anger, "Ink I climbed the mountaintop\nI saw the bottom drop\nI\'m clinging to driftwood, yeah\nI swim in a deep world\nWords unspoken seem so foreign\nHave you heard this one? \n \nThe hair on the back of your neck stands “Another way out”, “Another way out”\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nFang bite, tarantula\nTaste of my symptoms\nGasoline and a pistol\nBlood filling the bathtub\nSwollen eyelids baffled by this\nTell us what you see \n \nThe hair on the back of your neck stands “Another way out”, “Another way out”\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany \nI\'ve bit my lip for the last time\nThe fog lifts up for the blind\nFree of body, free of mind\nI\'ll build my mold up, rest inside\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood”\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood” \nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nThe army ants have escaped\nThe hair on the back of your neck stands up\nInk runs into my cup, I sip epiphany\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood”\nInk spills on paper, paper spells “my blood” 1 ",3 +6829,Debbie_Gibson___Foolish_Beat,happy, "Foolish Beat \nThere was a time when\nBroken hearts and broken dreams\nWere over\nThere was a place where\nAll you could do was\nWish on a four leaf clover \nBut now is a new time\nThere is a new place\nWhere dreams just can\'t come true\nIt started the day when I left you\n \nI could never love again the way that I loved you\nI could never cry again like I did when I left you\nAnd when we said goodbye\nOh the look in your eyes\nJust left me beside myself without your heart\nWithout your heart\nI could never love again now that we\'re apart \n \nWhen I was sorry\nIt was too late to turn around\nAnd tell you so\nThere was no reason\nThere was no reason\nJust a foolish beat of my heart \n \n \nOh, can\'t you see I\'m not fooling nobody\nDon\'t you see the tears are falling down my face?\nSince you went away\nBreak my heart, you slipped away\nDidn\'t know I was wrong\nNever meant to hurt you now you\'re gone\nSee Debbie Gibson LiveGet tickets as low as $85 I could never love again now that we\'re apart\nNow that we\'re apart\nI could never love again now that we\'re apart1 ",0 +5799,Consequence___Who_Knew_My_Luck_Would_Change,happy, "Who Knew My Luck Would Change \nMan, I know a nigga seen me how my Timbs was leanin kid\nNigga probably thought man I had\nI got cursed or somethin man but\nWasn\'t even like that kid, it\'s just\nIt\'s just the trials and tribulations you go through in life\nAin\'t nothin kid, ain\'t nothin a soldier can\'t handle, y\'knahmean?\nUhh, uhh, uhh, uhh \n \nCause yo, who knew my luck would change?\nWho knew my luck would change?\nI thought a year from now, it be like here and now\nAnd no one would hear me now, hear me now\n \nListen, I used to have to stay in this clogged up basement\nNow I\'m gettin calls just for product placement\nThey say that song Spaceship gave my career a facelift\nNow I\'m on the comeback trail to make a statement\nCause who I put my faith in ain\'t no four-leaf clover\nOr if your birthday fall between June and October\nSo I don\'t read no horoscopes or go to astrologers\nOr clutch a rabbit\'s foot when I\'m Twist\'n like Oliver\nWhile others grab tarot cards and shuffle the deck\nI\'d rather hit the road hard and go hustle a check\nIt wasn\'t nothin to \'Quence, when them haters didn\'t wish me well\nCause now they all throw me they money like a wishing well\nAnd when I slipped and fell, it ain\'t made me superstitious\nIt proved my prayer changes, now I got that Coupe edition\nBut they all figured only way he make a Porsche cruise\nIs if I ate blue diamonds, pink hearts and horseshoes \n + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing \n \nNow if you knew my situation probably thought a mirror shattered\nOr mighta even said that I had walk beneath a ladder\n\'Til I made \'em envy/N-V me like the initials for Nevada\nBut once you turn to God, none of that should even matter\nBut to see how niggas scatter when I lost my cash\nYou woulda swore, a black cat had crossed my path\nThey either lost my math, or I missed they call\nBut now I see right through \'em like a crystal ball\nIf it was up to y\'all, I would never get discovered\nBut I chose to evolve and got myself up out the gutter\nBut they tryna pull me back, the way they did to others\nWho told us grip the pole and dance, say bread and butter\nWell you tell them motherfuckers, so much for the jinx\nCause now we\'re Loius Vuitton dressed shirts from Pink\nAnd if they had to nerve to think that I would ever give up\nWell homie let \'em know that they shit out of luck\n + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing \n \nSing it \n[Tony Williams - repeat 2X]\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nI got cars, I got cribs among other things\nBut this here\'s from the heart so my love won\'t change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nWho knew, that my luck would change\nI thought a year from now\nNo one would hear me now \n + Tony Williams singing and ad libbing \n \nWho knew... ",0 +2814,Ben_Folds_Five___Mitchell_Lane,sad, "Mitchell Lane Habit isn\'t bliss\nSunshine isn\'t missed\nHappy when you\'re cold\nWanna be alone \nHe\'s a lot of steam\nShe\'s a lot of breath\nTakes a lot to see\nTakes a lot to beg \nAnd it\'s just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything\'s the same\nWanna kill your friends\nReminding you of when\nHappy when you\'re stoned\nWanna be old \nAnd it\'s just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything\'s the same\nSo go on and go on and complain \nRemember when we were\nFifteen and Robbie made\nThat stupid face all day\nI guess he made his point\n\'Cause I\'m still here\nWhen I could be anywhere \nHabit isn\'t bliss\nSunshine isn\'t missed, oh \nAnd it\'s just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything\'s the same\nSo go on and go on and complain \nAnd it\'s just like Mitchell Lane\nEverything\'s the same\nSo go on and go on and complain",1 +4154,Brazilian_Girls___Pussy,happy, "Pussy She\'s a face in the crowd\nLooking right through you\nAs if she knew you\nBetter than you know yourself\nWhat does she know about the things that you know?\nThat you go through only in a day? \nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nShe caught you walking about in a frozen desert\nFrom the tip of the iceberg, you slip and fall\nFalling through the clouds\nOf your fata morgana\nIn the lap of your mama you land\nShe\'ll understand \nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy \nIf you start looking around you\nYou know there\'s no pretending\n\'Cause how you twist and bend it\nShe\'s the perfect tout\nLeave everyone spellbound when she mixes and blends it\n\'Cause the message she\'s sending is:\nShe\'s ready to sell out \nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy How much do you need\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy How much do you need\nPussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana\nPussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy",0 +7354,Dolly_Dots___Shes_A_Liar,happy, "She’s a Liar She\'s a liar - and she\'s a crier\nShe\'s a dumb little girl\nWho pushes to get higher \nShe\'s a teaser - and she\'s a squeezer\nYou gotta get away from her\n\'Cause she\'s a cheater \nDon\'t wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she\'s a liar\nBaby she\'s a liar!!!\nDon\'t let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon\'t let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe\'s a girl who likes to play with fire…\nShe\'s a dreamer - and she\'s a screamer\nShe\'s not the kind of girl\nLike people see her \nShe\'s a looser - and she\'s a boozer\nShe likes to get it done her way\nSo she can use ya \nDon\'t wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she\'s a liar\nBaby she\'s a liar!!!\nDon\'t let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon\'t let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe\'s a girl who likes to play with fire… \nShe\'s a dreamer \nLiar - yeah she\'s a crier\nShe\'s a dumb little girl\nWho pushes to get higher\n She\'s a looser - and she\'s a boozer\nShe likes to get it done her way\nSo she can use ya \nSo try to understand she\'s no good for you\nShe\'ll be always looking for some one new \nAha-aha-aha-aha \nHey one day you\'re up, the next day you\'re down\nAnd she will keep your head spinning round and round \nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round \nDon\'t wanna be loved by you\nLoved by you…\nShe has made your brown eyes blue\nBrown eyes blue…\nGotta leave her alone 'cause she\'s a liar\nBaby she\'s a liar!!!\nDon\'t let her get down on you\nDown on you…\nDon\'t let her pull tricks on you\nTricks on you…\nShe\'s a girl who likes to play with fire…\nHey one day you\'re up, the next day you\'re down\nAnd she will keep your head spinning round and round \nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round\nAha-aha-aha-aha\nRound and Round and Round and Round and\nRound and Round and Round and Round \nShe\'s a liar - yeah she\'s a crier \nAha-aha-aha-aha ",0 +4947,Cassandra_Wilson___Strange_Fruit,calm, "Strange Fruit Southern trees bear a strange fruit\nBlood on the leaves and blood at the root\nBlack bodies swingin\' in the Southern breeze\nStrange fruit hangin\' from the poplar trees \nPastoral scene of the gallant South\nThe bulgin\' eyes and the twisted mouth\nScent of magnolias sweet and fresh\nThen the sudden smell of burnin\' flesh \nHere is a fruit for the crows to pluck\nFor the rain to gather\nFor the wind to suck\nFor the sun to rot\nFor the tree to drop\nHere is a strange and bitter crop",2 +2589,Beastie_Boys___Johnny_Ryall,happy, "Johnny Ryall \nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, wine cooler \n \nJohnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop\nI gave him fifty cents to buy some soup\nHe knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch\nHe\'s even more over than my mayor, Ed Koch\nWashing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four\n\'Cause he ain\'t gonna work on Maggie\'s farm no more\nLivin\' on borrowed time and borrowed money\nSleepin\' in the street, there ain\'t a damn thing funny\nWith the hand-me-down food, and the hand-me-down clothes\nA rockabilly past of which nobody knows\nMakes his home all over the place\nHe goes to sleep by falling down on his face\nSometimes known as the leader of the homeless\nSometimes drunk, and he\'s always phoneless\nSleepin\' on the street in a cardboard box\nHe\'s better off drinkin\' than smokin\' the rocks Well\n \nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nKickin\' uptown, kickin\' downtown, kickin\' crosstown\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall \n \nHe drinks where he lies, he\'s covered with flies\nHe\'s got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes\nWell, you go upstate, and you get your head together\nThunderbird is the word, and you\'re light as a feather\nDetox at the flop house, no booze allowed\nRemember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd\nMemphis is where he\'s from in Tennessee\nHe lives in the street, but he\'s no bum\nHe\'s a rockabilly star from the days of old\nHe used to have teeth all filled with gold\nHe got a platinum voice, but only gold records\nOn the bass was Boots and on the drums was Checkers\nLouis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar\nJohnny Ryall, who do you think you are? \n \nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nDrinkin\' Night Train, drinkin\' O.E\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\n \nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three, four\nOne, two, three... \n \nDonald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men\'s Shelter\nWonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter \nHe asks for a dollar, you know what it\'s for\nMan, bottle after bottle, he always needs more\nHe\'s no less important than you working class stiffs\nHe drinks a lot of liquor, but he don\'t drink piss\nHe paid his dues playing the blues\nHe claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes \nElvis shaved his head when he went into the army\nThat\'s right, y\'all, his name is Johnny, kick it! \n \nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall\nJohnny Ryall, Johnny Rya-\nCheck the cool wax! ",0 +9602,From_Monument_To_Masses___The_Quiet_Before,calm, "The Quiet Before You ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up? You know that feeling...that the whole country is one inch away from saying, That\'s it, forget it! Think about it. Everything\'s polluted, the environment, the government, the schools, you name it. You out there? You listening? \n-Mark Hunter from Pump Up The Volume \n What you know you can\'t explain, but you feel it. you\'ve felt it your entire life. That there\'s something wrong in the world. You don\'t know what it is, but it\'s there. Like a splinter in your mind. \n-Morpheus from The Matrix ",2 +744,Alice_In_Chains___Confusion,sad, "Confusion \nThere\'s no time to give at all\nI cause you grief and blow my hatred\nFurther in your mind\nYou reach, I run, you fall\nOn skinned knees you crawl \n \nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou\'re there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead\n \nSo you sit and think of love\nI wait, hate all the more, I fall\nOn skinned knees I crawl \n \nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou\'re there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead \n \n \nNow there\'s time to give it all\nI put my fears behind again\nOn skinned knees we\'ll crawl \n \nI wanna set you free, ah\nYeah, recognize my disease, ah\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering\nYou\'re there crying, I feel not a thing\nDrilling my way deeper in your head\nSinking, draining, drowning, bleeding, dead\nLove, sex, pain, confusion, suffering 3 ",1 +9438,Frank_Sinatra___Someone_to_Watch_Over_Me,happy, "Someone to Watch Over Me There\'s a somebody I\'m longing to see\nI hope that she turns out to be\nSomeone who\'ll watch over me\nI\'m a little lamb who\'s lost in the wood\nI know I could always be good\nTo one who\'ll watch over me \nAlthough I may not be the man some\nGirls think of as handsome\nTo her heart I\'ll carry the key\nWon\'t you tell her please to put on some speed\nFollow my lead, oh, how I need\nSomeone to watch over me\nWon\'t you tell her please to put on some speed\nFollow my lead, oh, how I need\nSomeone to watch over me",0 +2785,Ben_Folds___Get_Your_Hands_Off_My_Woman,happy, "Get Your Hands Off My Woman You are drunk and surly\nIn Latino lover mode\nWe all know what\'s on your agenda\nYou\'ve broken the code \nOh, I\'ve got no right to lay claim to her frame\nShe\'s not my possession \nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nOctoped, you\'ve got six hands too many\nAnd you can\'t keep them to yourself\nYou\'re too fat and too old to marry\nSo they left you on the shelf \nOh, I\'ve got no right to lay claim to her frame\nBut you soiled my obsession \nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nOw!\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker\nGet your hands off my woman motherfucker \nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nMotherfucker\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nGet your hands\nMotherfuckerSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0 +5374,Chrisette_Michele___Notebook,sad, "Notebook \nI\'m feelin\' you\nYou feelin\' me\nBut still we can\'t be together\nI got a feelin\'\nYou got these same feelings\nToo bad we can\'t feel 'em together\nI sit on my bed and wonder\nHow it\'d be\nIf you were mine\nI think of you like no other\nHere\'s what I do every night...\n \nWrite in my notebook\nX\'s and O\'s\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey \n \nDo you have any idea\nHow hard it is to act like\nYou don\'t mean a thing\nAnd this chemistry between you and me\nI wanna share with everyone Oh!\nAll I can do is just write down\nEvery emotion I feel\nHopefully one day you\'ll find out\nMy love for you is real, so I\n \nWrite in my notebook\nX\'s and O\'s\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey \n \nSo many times I must have loved and lost\nI\'ve patched up every one\nSo many times I\'ve let love walk by\nI\'ve let love go by\nThis time\'s it\'s going to be different\nIt\'s gonna be different this time\nTake my notebook\nRead everything in my mind, here\nSo I...\n \nWrite in my notebook\nX\'s and O\'s\nBeside your name\nOnly my notebook\nKnows how I feel\nMy heart is on every page\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh love a little like\nOoh ooh ooh ooh feel a little like\nHey hey ",1 +4321,Britney_Spears___I_Run_Away,sad, "I Run Away \nYou took your love away too fast\nLeft no chance to say, Look back \nAnd now I know the truth, it makes it easier\nMaybe when time goes by, I’ll understand \n \nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away\n \nYou threw it all away\nSo blind So blind\nYou pushed me far from you in your life\nNow I know the tears won’t lead to loneliness\nMaybe when time goes by, I’ll understand \n \nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away, I run away \n \n \nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away, I run away\nLet’s pretend that I’ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you\nOpen my eyes, look deep inside\nI run away, I run away \n \nLet\'s pretend that I\'ve moved on\nAnd I\'ll tell myself that life goes on without you 3 ",1 +1067,Amici_Forever___Whisper_of_Angels,sad, "Whisper Of Angels Based on Pavane by Gabriel Fauré \nI was yours before the first morn broke\nBefore the sun that woke the earth\nAnd I was yours before rain kissed the ground\nBefore the first dawn\'s sound was heard \nI\'ll be the whisper of angels\nAnd I\'ll be the frost on your glass\nAnd I\'ll be the shadows at twilight\nI\'ll be your first your last\nI\'m the rush-the fire in your veins\nAcross the desert plains I ride\nI\'m the ache the sound that midnight makes\nA streak of star across the sky \nI\'ll be the whisper of angels\nAnd I\'ll be the frost on your glass\nAnd I\'ll be the shadows at twilight\nI\'ll be your first your last",1 +4824,Carbon_Leaf___Toy_Soldiers,happy, "Toy Soldiers Today I strike out on my own\nThe dog is dead. The kids have grown\nI fell asleep in my writing chair\nI drempt I\'d found my childhood stare\nTo family dinner Christmas night\nWe\'d cross the river shipyard lights\nBefore the heartbreak and unknown\nToday I strike out on my own \nChorus\n----------\nHi-diddely-o, didn\'t ya know?\nYou fade once you glow\nDidn\'t ya know, child?\nAfter the ryhme, high time\nDiddely-o, didn\'t you know?\nYou fade once you glow\nDidn\'t ya known, child?\nAfter the ryhme, high time\nThe families gather but we\'re all\nMere Shadows in this Banquet Hall\nI\'m beggin mom will you understand\nI\'m beggin dad will you hold her hand\nTo play outside was all i\'d known\nAnd Christmas lights on every home \nChorus \nWe find the people of our dreams\nWe find that they\'re not what they seem\nI\'ve learned that people come and go\nI\'ve learned that families break and grow\nToy soldiers brave away those tears\nToy soldiers hope for better years\nToday I strike out on my own\nThe dog is dead. We kids have grown \nChorus",0 +3745,Bob_Carlisle___We_Fall_Down,calm, "We Fall Down Cursing every step of the way, he bore a heavy load\nTo the market ten miles away, the journey took its toll\nAnd every day he passed a monastery\'s high cathedral walls\nAnd it made his life seem meaningless and small \nAnd he wondered how it would be to live in such a place\nTo be warm, well fed and at peace, to shut the world away\nSo when he saw a priest who walked, for once, beyond the iron gate\nHe said, Tell me of your life inside the place , and the priest replied \nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up\nDisappointment followed him home, he\'d hoped for so much more\nBut he saw himself in a light he had never seen before\n\'Cause if the priest who fell could find the grace of God to be enough\nThen there must be some hope for the rest of us\nThere must be some hope left for us \n\'Cause we fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up \nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nYeah, the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up \nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up \nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\n We fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners \nWe fall down, we get up, we fall down, we get up\nWe fall down, we get up\nAnd the saints are just the sinners\nYeah, the saints are just the sinners\nWho fall down and get up ",2 +8861,Fall_Out_Boy___Beat_It,anger, "Beat It \nThey told him, Don\'t you ever come around here\nDon\'t wanna see your face, you better disappear \nThe fire\'s in their eyes and their words are really clear\nSo beat it, just beat it\nYou better run, you better do what you can\nDon\'t wanna see no blood, don\'t be a macho man\nYou wanna be tough, better do what you can\nSo beat it, but you wanna be bad \n \nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\n \nThey\'re out to get you, better leave while you can\nDon\'t wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man\nYou wanna stay alive, better do what you can\nSo beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nYou have to show them that you\'re really not scared\nYou\'re playin\' with your life, this ain\'t no truth or dare\nThey\'ll kick you, then they\'ll beat you, then they\'ll tell you it\'s fair\nSo beat it, but you wanna be bad \n \nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it \n \nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, uh uh\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, uh uh uh uh\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it \n \n \nBeat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right \nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right \nJust beat it beat it, beat it\nNo one wants to be defeated\nShowin\' how funky and strong is your fight\nIt doesn\'t matter who\'s wrong or right\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it beat it, just beat it beat it\nJust beat it, just beat it\nJust beat it, just beat it\nBeat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it...3 ",3 +1400,Anita_Baker___Youre_My_Everything,happy, "You’re My Everything \nGot the sun in the morning\nI got the moon at night\nI got your arms around me, everything\'s alright\nHolding you tight is how I\'d like to spend the\nThe rest of my life\nFeel the warm breeze blowing\nDown through the trees\nI\'ve got your love beside me, child, that\'s all I need\nMy heart and soul is wide open to you\nNobody but you, sweet baby\nNo one but you, yeah\n \nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything \n \nJust want to hold you\nHow I adore you\nYou\'ve got that special touch that I long for oh so much\nOh, I\'m amazed at how you right all that\'s wrong in my world\nAll I am and I hope to be\nIs 'cause of you and what you do\nYou bring out the best in me\nMy heart and soul is wide open, darling\nNobody but you, sweet baby\nNo one but you\nYeah you \n \nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 \nBaby baby baby, oh yeah, yes\nChild, you possess all that a true love should be\n\'Cause I\'m forever loving you, you keep loving me\nYeah, oh me, baby \n \nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything \nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything \nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nGot to know that I want you, baby\nGot to know that I need you, darling\nI just want to say you\'re my everything\nLike in all the songs I sing\nOf happiness and joy you bring\nI just want to say you\'re my everything... ",0 +8265,Eminem___Sing_For_The_Moment,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +1412,Anna_Nalick___Breathe_2_AM,sad, "Breathe 2 AM \n2 AM and she calls me \'cause I\'m still awake\n Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?\nI don\'t love him, Winter just wasn\'t my season \nYeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing, their eyes\nLike they have any right at all to criticize\nHypocrites, you\'re all here for the very same reason \n \n\'Cause you can\'t jump the track, we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button, girl\nSo cradle your head in your hands\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\n \nMay, he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss\n Just a day, he said down to the flask in his fist\nAin\'t been sober since maybe October of last year\nHere in town, you can tell he\'s been down for a while\nBut, my God, it\'s so beautiful when the boy smiles\nWanna hold him, maybe I\'ll just sing about it \n \n\'Cause you can\'t jump the track, we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button, boys\nSo cradle your head in your hands\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe \n \n There\'s a light at each end of this tunnel you shout\n \'Cause you\'re just as far in as you\'ll ever be out\nAnd these mistakes you\'ve made, you\'ll just make them again \nIf you only try turning around \n \n2 AM and I\'m still awake, writing a song\nIf I get it all down on paper, it\'s no longer inside of me\nThreatening the life it belongs to\nAnd I feel like I\'m naked in front of the crowd\n\'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud\nAnd I know that you\'ll use them however you want to\n \nBut you can\'t jump the track ,, we\'re like cars on a cable\nAnd life\'s like an hourglass glued to the table\nNo one can find the rewind button now\nSing it if you understand\nAnd breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe \n \nOh, breathe, just breathe\nOh, breathe, just breathe\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh, oh17 ",1 +7724,Eddie_Money___Two_Tickets_To_Paradise,happy, "Two Tickets to Paradise \nI\'ve got a surprise\nEspecially for you\nSomethin\' that both of us\nHave always wanted to do \n \nWe\'ve waited so long\nWaited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long\n \nI\'m gonna take you on a trip\nSo far from here\nI\'ve got two tickets in my pocket, now baby\nWe\'re gonna disappear \n \nWe\'ve waited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long \n \nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nWon\'t you pack your bags, we\'ll leave tonight\nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise \n \n1:31 - 2:27 \n \nOh oh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh ohh\nWoh oh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh woh oh ohh \n \nI\'m gonna take you on a trip\nSo far from here\nI\'ve got two tickets in my pocket, baby\nWe\'ll disappear\nKnow why?\n \nWe\'ve waited so long\nWaited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long\nWe\'ve waited so long \n \nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nWon\'t you pack your bags, we\'ll leave tonight\nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nWon\'t you pack your bags, we\'ll leave tonight \n \nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nWon\'t you pack your bags, we\'ll leave tonight\nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise\nI\'ve got two tickets to paradise2 ",0 +8032,Elliot_Smith___Angeles,calm, "Angeles \nSomeone\'s always coming around here, trailing some new kill\nSays, I\'ve seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill \nWhat\'s a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill \n \nSo glad to meet you\nAngeles \n \nPicking up the ticket shows there\'s money to be made\nGo on, lose the gamble that\'s the history of the trade\nDid you add up all the cards left to play to zero\n \nAnd sign up with evil\nAngeles?\nDon\'t start me trying now\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh\n\'Cause I\'m all over it, Angeles \n \nI can make you satisfied in everything you do\nAll your secret wishes could right now be coming true\nAnd be forever with my poison arms around you \n \nNo one\'s gonna fool around with us\nNo one\'s gonna fool around with us\nSo glad to meet you\nAngeles 15 ",2 +4002,Boy_Kill_Boy___Kidda_Kidda,happy, "Kidda Kidda Gone, missing are the lost\nAnd lonely eyes\nWell, isn\'t that to come\nAs no surprise\nWell it came to me\nSunlight, begging me to leave\nThis room and grow\nAnd the carpet, leading us\nTo God knows who might know\nIt waits for you\nAnd it waits for me too\nThat\'s just the way it goes\nStars won\'t tell me how I move\nIt\'s all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too \nSo, isn\'t it a wonder no one knows?\nThe code, entry to the cold and empty soul\nWell it came to me\nStarlight, begging me to leave\nThis room and grow\nAnd the streetlights, leading us\nTo God knows who might know\nIt waits for you\nAnd it waits for me too \nThat\'s just the way it goes\nStars won\'t tell me how I move\nIt\'s all just a matter of time\nAnd that\'s just the way I feel\nFools won\'t fool me now I know\nIt\'s all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too \nThat\'s just the way it goes\nStars won\'t tell me how I move\nIt\'s all just a matter of time\nAnd that\'s just the way I feel\nFools won\'t fool me now I know\nIt\'s all just a matter of time\nAnd it waits for me\nAnd it waits for you too",0 +4393,Brooke_Fraser___Deciphering_Me,calm, "Deciphering Me Friend, it\'s getting late\nWe should be going\nWe\'ve been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours\nWhile I am cracking their code, you are deciphering me\nFor I am a mystery, I am a locked room in a tall tower \nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong \nYour telescope eyes see everything clearly\nMy vision is blurred but I know what I heard echoing all around\nWell I am tuning you in, you are deciphering me\nNot such a mystery, not such a faint and far away sound\nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong \nIt\'s love, it\'s love that holds us\nWe will be alright\nIt\'s truth, it\'s truth that shows us\nIf we\'ll walk in its light\nIt\'s love, it\'s love that holds us\nWe will be alright\nIt\'s truth, it\'s truth that shows us\nIf we\'ll walk in His light \nOh, can you feel the gravity falling, calling us home?\nOh, did you see the stars colliding, shining just to show we belong?\nWe belong\nWe belong\nWe belong",2 +6273,Damien_Jurado___I_Am_Still_Here,sad, "I Am Still Here I stood alone there in the driveway\n\'Til I saw your headlights fade\nAnd disappear\nBurn out like stars\nA Chevrolet train that rolls in the night \nI must have had a hundred nightmares\nOf you falling asleep at the wheel\nI send my prayers\nWhere are you now?\nI am still here and going nowhere\nHere is a photo of our first baby\nHere is a photo of our wedding day\nNothing has changed\nMy love still the same\nI am still here and here I remain \nWhen you come back we\'ll have a party\nWe\'ll hang up the Christmas lights\nYou\'ll be my bride\nI\'ll be your groom\nI love you so much, please make it home soon \nYour mother said that you called this morning\n Tell him I love him, but I am not returning ",1 +1465,Annie_Lennox___The_Saddest_Song_Ive_Got,sad, "The Saddest Song I’ve Got Darling are your feeling\nThe same thing that I\'m seeing?\nThe troubles of the day\nTook my breath away\nTook my breath away \nNow you\'re no longer talking\nAnd I\'m no longing hearing\nThere\'s nothing left to say\nSaid it anyway\nSaid it anyway\nAnd I want you not\nI need you not\nI\'m dying 'cause this is the saddest song I\'ve got\nThe saddest song I\'ve got \nDarling are you healing\nFrom all those scars appearing?\nAnd don\'t it hurt a lot?\nDon\'t know how to stop\nDon\'t know how it stops \nNow there\'s no sense in seeing\nThe colors of the morning\nCan\'t hold the clouds at bay\nChase them all away\nChase them all away \nAnd I\'m frozen still\nUnspoken still\nHearts broken\nRemembering something I forgot\nSomething I forgot",1 +2760,Belleruche___Anything_You_Want_Not_That,happy, "Anything You Want Not That Tried to deny I had a weakness for you\nTried to hide I did the best I could do\nBut you weren\'t to be convinced or fooled\nIn no time I couldn\'t get enough of you\nWe spent some time doing one thing or another\nNever really mattered as long as we were together\nI was impressed your tricks worked a treat\nRealised too late I shouldn\'t tell you how I feel\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nForgive the doe eyed relentless attention\nIf it\'s on I\'m on and there\'s no more use in pretending\nClose to the chase it\'s clear you\'ve had fun playing\nSome liberties well you\'ve surely been taking\nNow you blew me away with your quick turn around\nClocked a reaction I was least expecting\nRealised too late if I wanted to keep you\nI\'ll have to be good at treating you mean\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nOh\nI can\'t deny we had something good\nNever see it coming when it coming when it turns on you\nBefore I knew it I was in too deep, what can I say\nSomething\'s just ain\'t meant to be there\nThis is trouble and ain\'t going nowhere\nGood riddens to you if that\'s how you play it\nIt stops right here I\'m throwing you back in\nThis is a story where no one ever wins\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nWell I feel for you\nI went and fell for you\nYes I did\nI went and fell for you\nYes I did\nI went and fell for you",0 +7602,Duran_Duran___Taste_The_Summer,happy, "Taste The Summer \nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo \n \nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\n \nCan you, can you taste the summer?\nI do, I find it in your mouth\nNow if I have a weakness it\'s for sweetness\nAnd it\'s... floating on your breath, the sweetest melody \n \nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer? \n \nSure we can make it till the evenings\nCool haze is reflected off your thighs\nLong days are coming up and staying up and playing\nMusic of the falling stars, a melody melody... \n \nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nSee Duran Duran LiveGet tickets as low as $102 Summer, summer\nSummer, summer \n \nWild orchid in the wind you know just where it\'s blowing\nSo fresh\nFrom your lips is born a melody melody, melody \n \nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer? Taste the summer\nDoo doo doo doobeedoo taste the summer\nDoo doo doo, doo doo doo\nCan you taste the summer?\nTaste the summer ",0 +1047,American_Music_Club___The_Confidential_Agent,sad, "The Confidential Agent Take the velvet line for comfort\nHigh above the water, feel disconnected and free\nTired of hopes that I just can\'t run from\nI travel in secret, I know they\'re pursuing me \nMorning that falls represents a weak link\nAfter is after night\'s work is done\nThere\'s no sun, just a grey horizon\nHiding from heaven another frozen world \nWatch the ship hold to its course\nAs an act of devotion\nAnd me, I\'m lost at sea\nGoing through the motions\nGave all my passion to the ocean\nShe holds it for me in reserve\nMy word is gone into remission\nYour love\'s a tragedy that I don\'t deserve \nShe said, You\'re only growing now. \nShe said, Soon have we begun, then she can have you\nBut until then, you\'re mine. \nI watch her hold to her course\nAs an act of devotion\nAnd me, I\'m riding high\nGoing through \nSeems like every flash in her eye\'s\nAn act of devotion\nAnd me I\'m lost in her hands\nGoing through the motions \nShore far away off the port side\nShore far away off the bow\nShore far away off the starboard side\nShore far away from now ",1 +1391,Animal_Collective___Leaf_House,happy, "Leaf House This house is sad\nBecause he’s not\nInside it \nWhere does he hide\nWhen someone comes\nTo the front door\nThere’s no one, there’s no one, there\'s no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one, no one\nThere’s no one, no one, there’s no one to show me how\nKitties\nMeow, kitties\nMeow 5 ",0 +3663,Blue_Rodeo___Rena,sad, "Rena \nI got my plans\nFrom trembling hands\nI knew just what to do\nFollow each step carefully\nAnd hope they pulled me through\nMy father ran to different lands\nAnd not a word we spoke\nBut I was here to conquer fear\nAnd bring some glory home\n \nThere\'s a world of hate and sorrow\nOut there standing in your way\nThere\'s a load of compromise before you die\nAnd each time you step forward you get burned a little bit\nNo longer know the way to say goodbye\nI\'m down here underneath your bedroom light\nOh, Rena, please come out with me tonight \n \nI look in through the window\nAnd I thought I\'d take my chance\nI taught myself to play\nSo I could be where people danced\nNo higher call than stars that fall\nI waited patiently\nA thousand miles of pavement that became my destiny \n \nYou can wait a lonely lifetime\nWondering when it\'s gonna come\nYou can while away the hours getting stoned\nBut one day you get lucky\nAnd you look in someone\'s eyes\nThat tell you you don\'t have to be alone\nNow I\'m falling back just out of your sight\nRena, please come out with me tonight\n \nOh, now I know the way things go\nAnd what I put you through\n\'Cause when they try to get to me\nThey get to me through you \n \nI know it\'s not the kind of hurt that\'s easily set right\nAnd I know you got your reasons to stay inside\nBut nothing ever happens when it\'s left out on its own\nYou locked in there with just your wounded pride\nI\'m down here and I\'m way too tired to fight\nRena, please come out with me tonight\nOh, Rena, please come out with me tonight ",1 +5650,Colbie_Caillat___Breakin_At_The_Cracks,sad, "Breakin’ at the Cracks \nI think you took my heart away\nWhen you said you\'re leaving\n\'Cause right now, I am hurting all over again and\nI never thought that I\'d be in this places, this a mistake\nAnd now I don\'t know how much more that I can take \n \nI\'m breakin\' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt\'s another heart attack\nAnd I can\'t handle that\nLove, I need you back\n \nI know that I\'ll get through this\nThe feeling\'s stronger somehow\nI got my feet back on the ground\nAnd I\'m turning around\nAnd I\'ll be everything you always said that I could be\nIf only you\'ll be waiting right here for me patiently \n \nI\'m breakin\' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt\'s another heart attack\nAnd I can\'t handle that\nLove, I need you back \n \nOh, whenever would I take you back\nMy heart was filled with love\nAnd I wipe these tears and I will laugh\nIf only I could make it last\nMake it last \n \nI\'m breakin\' at the cracks\nAnd everything goes black\nIt\'s another heart attack\nAnd I can\'t handle that\nLove, I need you back\n \nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you, I need you\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back\nLove, I need you\nLove, I need you back\nI need you back\nI need you back ",1 +2445,Barbara_Mandrell___Years,happy, "Years \nFaded photographs\nThe feelings all come back\nEven now sometimes\nYou feel so near\nAnd I still see your face\nLike it was yesterday\nIt\'s strange how the days turned into years \n \nYears of hanging on Hanging on\nTo dreams are already gone\nYears of wishing you were here\nAfter all this time All this time\nYou\'d think I wouldn\'t cry\nIt\'s just that I still love you after all these years\n \nNighttime gently falls\nAnother day is gone\nI turn around to find you\'re still not here\nI leave the hall light on\nIn case you come back home\nBut I\'ve been saying that for years \n \nYears of hanging on Hanging on\nTo dreams are already gone\nYears of wishing you were here\nAfter all this time All this time\nYou\'d think I wouldn\'t cry\nIt\'s just that I still love you after all these years \n \nAfter all these years",0 +6133,Cut_Off_Your_Hands___Oh_Girl,happy, "Oh Girl Oh Girl\nI want to see you tonight\nOh it\'s been days since I held your hand you know\nIt feels like years if you understand \nOh girl\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh we can do things that we\'ve never done\nWe can just talk it can be such fun \nOh darling\nOh won\'t you come and stand next to me\nOh let me whisper in you ear\nPeople see then, I don\'t care\nOh girl\nCan you come over tonight\nOh tell me those words that I want to hear\nYou can just whisper in my ear.. \nDon\'t you know that life depends on a night with only you?\nDon\'t you think that you\'d like to stay with me, too?\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I\'m waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it\'s true.. \nOh Girl\nThe way you look it just blows my mind\nAll that I want is to be next to you\nSo tell me babe, what time\'s best for you \nOh Darling\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh we can do things that we\'ve never done\nWe can just talk it can be such fun \nDon\'t you know that life depends on a night with only you\nDon\'t you think that you\'d like to stay with me, too\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I\'m waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it\'s true..\n Oh-oh-oh \nDon\'t you know that life depends on a night with only you?\nDon\'t you think that you\'d like to stay with me, too\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nCome on girl, I\'m waiting here for you\nBecause you can if you just take my hand\nYou know that it\'s true.. \nOh Girl\nI want to see you tonight\nOh it\'s been days since I held your hand you know\nIt feels like years since you understand \nOh girl\nCan you come over to my house?\nOh tell me those words that I want to hear\nYou can just whisper in my ear.. \nOh Girl.. ",0 +7700,Echoing_Green__The___Seaside,sad, "Seaside All the flowers in the field of hours\nHave withered away\nAnd the sky that used to light our lives\nIs ashen grey\nAs the clouds kiss the faultline\nAnd look back as if to say...\n There\'s nothing to see here... \nThere\'s nothing to feel here \nAnd our dreams left like children by the wayside\nAnd our psalms\nSung like secrets by the seaside\nCould heaven come more quickly\nAnd lift us from the embers\nAnd the cinders that we remember\nOf the fires that killed out hearts\nAnd left us withered and grey\nThere\'s a tear inside of all our lives\nThat time won\'t mend\nThere\'s a shroud around our saddened eyes\nHere at the end \nYet our hopes shine like beacons\nIn the half-light\nAnd our prayers-violent wispers\nBy the seaside ",1 +8666,Everclear___I_Will_Buy_You_A_New_Life,happy, "I Will Buy You a New Life \nMmmm....oh\nYeah \n \nHere is the money that I owe you\nYeah, so you can pay the bills\nI will give you more when I get paid again\nI hate those people who love to tell you\nMoney is the root of all that kills\nThey have never been poor\nThey have never had the joy of a welfare Christmas\n \nYeah\nI know we will never look back\nYeah \n \nYou say you wake up crying\nYes, and you don\'t know why\nYou get up and you go lay down inside my baby\'s room\nYeah, I guess I\'m doing okay\nI moved in with the strangest guy\nCan you believe he actually thinks that I am really alive \n \nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the West Hills\nI will buy you a new life\nYes I will \n \nI know all about that other guy\nThe handsome man with athletic thighs\nI know about all the times before\nWith that obsessive little rich boy\nThey might think you\'re happy\nYeah, maybe for a minute or two\nThey can\'t make you laugh\nNo, they can\'t make you feel the way that I do\n \nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the West Hills\nI will buy you a new life\nYeah\nI will buy you a new life \n \nYeah\nI know we can never look back\nYeah\nNo\nWill you please let me stay the night\nNo one will ever know\nWill you please let me stay the night\nNo one will ever know\nNo one will ever know \n X 2\nI will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom\nI will buy you a new car, perfect, shiny, and new\nI will buy you that big house way up in the west hills\nI will buy you a new life \nI will buy you a new life 2 ",0 +8433,Epica___The_Divine_Conspiracy,sad, "The Divine Conspiracy \nQuaestio nostra est aeterna\nUltima requies fons vitae\nSed eam ut novam ducemus \n \nWe\'ll never know all possibilities to predict what is to come\nAnd so we have illusions to think freely \nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn\'t achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed\n \nWe need to be innocent to live the life we\'ve lived for so long\nWe need to be blind enough to live the life we live right now \n \nWho possesses your time also possesses your mind \nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn\'t achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed \n \nWe need to be innocent to live the life we\'ve lived for so long\nWe need to be deaf enough to live the life we live right now \n \nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be \nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be\n Once we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn\'t achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed \n \nWe need to be innocent to live the life we\'ve lived for so long\nWe need to be insensitive to live and so ignore it all \n \nWho possesses your time, also possesses your mind \n[Simone Simons and Mark Jansen]\nWho possesses your time\nMislead us all, we are not in control\nAlso possesses your mind\nThere is no trace that will lead to this place \n \nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be\nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be \n \n \nDesperately we all\nClutch at the last straw\nWe stumble and fall\nCountdown to die out\nTo heal it all \n \nWe will never reach\nOur capacities, no more\nWe cannot expand\nOur boundaries \n \nOnce we have been\nRich from within\nDid not try to reach\nWhat we couldn\'t achieve\nBecause once we have been\nAble to win\nFrom the need to succeed \n \nWe need to be innocent to live the life we\'ve lived for so long\nWe need to insensitive to breath so we can take it all for granted \n \nReach out, touch infinity\nLife is just a memory\nTime is not the entity\nLike it used to be \nThe Divine Conspiracy\nOpens up the reality\nTime is not the entity\nLike it claims had to be \n ",1 +1300,Ane_Brun___My_Lover_Will_Go,calm, "My Lover Will Go \nWhat am I going to do?\nI am crying a bottle of wine over you\nThis is something I don\'t usually do\nBut I\'m crying a bottle of wine over you \n \nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI\'m just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\n \nTwelve days and many long nights have passed\nSince I let go of my heart way too fast\nToo many long summer nights\nI\'ve been checking for errors on the telephone lines \n \nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI\'m just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh \n \nWhat am I gonna do?\nI am pouring my heart all over you\nI guess I recognize this too\nI think I\'m falling in love with you \n \nFor me it is red or nothing\nHey ho my lover will go\nAnd this will ruin everything\nHey ho my lover will go\nI\'m just too romantic\nHey ho my lover will go\nWithout any sense of strategies\nHey ho my lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh\nMy lover will go, oh oh",2 +5382,Christian_Kjellvander___The_Road,calm, "The road For the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin\nFor the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I\'m deep in\nAnd time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands\nFor the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin\nFor the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I\'m deep in\nAnd time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands\nCaught us in the kitchen with the maps in our hands \nMany regrets, mountains of leth wom out walking for a truth\nMiles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it\'s crookes, but it\'s led me up to you\nAnd more miles than money, dear, more tears than sweat\nMomens of satisfaction are all we ever get\nDown and up and down we go and w\'ell go that way again\nLeaving for another friend, leaving for another end \nI love you like a song, could play you all night long\nAnd leave all those rats and snakes alone\nCall it some good years, distill and swallow tears, \'cause in the end we\'re\nAll just on our own \nSo everybody\'s talking about who did what with when\nDon\'t you know it\'s just the tide, only here to fool you, friend\nYou\'re smart enough to know, but dumd enough to say\nOh, what will tomorrow bring?\nIt\'s easy living for today \nx 2\nMany regrets, mountains of leth wom out walking for a truth\nMiles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it\'s crookes, but it\'s led me up to you ",2 +5432,Christine_Anu___Party,happy, "Party \nStepping out in my deadly red shoes\nStylin\' up 'cause I\'m wearing something new\nTidda girl has got her eyes up off the ground\nKeeping time to the rhythm of the city sounds \n \nWhy don\'t you come join my party?\nLet\'s move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on\n \nTell the blackvine, sing it out for everyone to come\nThe word is out, drift on down, come on and have some fun\nTie your hair up, let your hair down, fling it everywhere\nYoung and old gather 'round, hear the laughter in the air \n \nWhy don\'t you come join my party?\nLet\'s move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on \n \nGot my eye on a brother hanging right outside the block\nFeeling shame to ask his name, hey, but I know that I\'ve got luck\nDon\'t hold back, let it out, that\'s what community\'s about\nCome along to my house, bring friends and family around \n \nWhy don\'t you come join my party?\nLet\'s move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on, yeah, sing it to me\nWhy don\'t you come join my party?\nLet\'s move it till the break of dawn\nI gotta here the music ringing\nBring it on\n \nI said I\'ve I gotta hear the music ringing\nBring it on\nCome and join my party\nParty\nParty\nParty ",0 +6162,Cyndi_Lauper___Fall_Into_Your_Dreams,sad, "Fall Into Your Dreams \nLittle baby on my shoulder\nI could fall into your dreams\nWrap myself up all around you\nTill you don\'t know what it means \n \nDon\'t lie shrugging your shoulders now like I shouldn\'t stare\nDon\'t sigh so deep\nAre you the kind of man that I hoped you would or wouldn\'t be?\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep\n \nPull myself a little closer\nI could feel your body breathe\nHear the pulsing of my heartbeat\nRhyming rhythms endlessly \n \nIf I could catch three wishes from a falling star\nOne I would keep\nAnd two I would put on your pillow with a lullaby\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep\nMaybe baby\'s gone\nMaybe baby\'s gone\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep \n \nHold on to a thought at the end of the day\nSomewhere we\'ll be watching the clouds as they\'re drifting away\nAnd you might think about leaving, but I\'ll always stay \n \nLittle baby on my shoulder\nI could fall into your dreams\nWrap myself up all around you\nTill you don\'t know what it means\n \nI could fall into your dreams\nI could fall into your dreams\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep\nMaybe baby\'s gone\nMaybe baby\'s gone\nMaybe baby\'s gone to sleep ",1 +6402,Danzig___Dirty_Black_Summer,anger, "Dirty Black Summer \nNo summer in the winter time\nWill keep you warm like a funeral pyre\nAnd nothing like an August night\nDrenched in your loving \n \nI got a dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\n \nAnd nothing in the coolest light\nCan stop the walking out across the line\nNo holding back the summer night\nI got a feeling \n \nIt\'s just a dirty black summer\nOh whoa, whoa ho\nA black summertime\nOh, whoa, whoa\nDirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer\nHey, come on baby\nDirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nCome on, gimme black summertime\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh \n \nNo summer in the winter time\nWill keep you warm like a funeral pyre\nNothing drips like an August night\nI got a feeling\n \nI\'m on a dirty black summer\nOh whoa, whoa\nOh, my summertime\nOh whoa, whoa\nYeah, my summertime\nOh whoa, whoa\nOh, my summertime\nOh whoa whoa ho\nMy dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah, gimme black summertime, uh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nHey, gimme black summer, ooh\nYeah, my dirty black summer, ooh\nYeah ",3 +6674,Dax_Riggs___Didnt_Know_Yet_What_Id_Know_When_I_Was_Bleedin,sad, "Didn’t Know Yet What I’d Know When I Was Bleedin’ Knelt a puppet on a string\nAlong the vortex weeping\nLord have you heard\nThe roaring dragon eat the virgin\nI didn\'t know yet what I\'d know\nWhen I was bleedin\'\nI seem to forget what I learned\nWhen I was fallin\'\nI didn\'t know yet what I\'d know\nWhen I was bleedin\'\nNeon ghost in mask and coat\nMy heart is satellite remote\nWhen my chemicals go wrong\nMurder the devil\nTake his song for my own\nWe sang\nI didn\'t know yet what I\'d know\nWhen I was bleedin\'\nI seem to forget what I learned\nWhen I was fallin\'\nI didn\'t know yet what I\'d know\nWhen I was bleedin\'\nWhen I was fallin\'\nWas I flyin\'? 1 ",1 +2311,Babyface___For_The_Cool_In_You,happy, "For the Cool in You \nThis is for the cool... \n \nHere we go round and round and round\nAnd back and forth you know\nEverybody goes through it sometime\nAnd that\'s just the way it flows\nSo we go up and down and up\nAnd in and out the door\nEven though you know you\'ve been through it before\n \nFor every argument that we\'ve experienced\nIt\'s nice to know that you\'ve remained composed\nAnd I wanna thank you, yeah, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you \n \nCool in you, cool in\nThis is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nThis is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nThis is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool \n \nLooking on back at all the changes\nThat I put you through\nAny other girl in your position\nSho-nuff would\'ve been through\nThinking about how you made it easy\nAlways there for me\nNever once did you turn your back and leave \n \nFor every tear you\'ve cried\nI\'ve cried a thousand times\nNever once did I want you to hurt inside\nI wanna thank you, girl, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you\n \nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool \n \nFor every tear you\'ve cried\nI\'ve cried a thousand times\nNever once did I want you to hurt inside\nI wanna thank you, girl, for the chill in you\nEspecially for you being so cool\nThis is for the cool in you \n \nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nYeah, this is for the cool in you, baby\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool\nI said this is for you cool in you, yeah\nCool in you, cool in\nI said this is for the chill in you\nCool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool \nSaxophone, come on, I said play it \nCome on, come on, I said play it \n \nFor the cool in you, for the cool in you\nFor the, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor, for, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor, for, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in me, for the cool in you\nFor the cool...for the cool in you, baby\nFor the cool in you\nFor the cool, for, for, for the cool in you\nFor the cool in you\nFor the cool, for, for the cool... ",0 +2360,Backstreet_Boys___Dont_Want_You_Back,sad, "Don’t Want You Back \nDo-don\'t want you back\nHey-yeah, oh-yeah \n \nYou hit me faster than a shark attack\nYou saw my picture on the Backstreet\'s Back, alright\nAnd you were more than just a pretty face\nBut how you fooled me, I\'m still amazed babe\nBut I should\'ve known that I would be\nAnother victim of your sexuality\nBut now we\'re done and over with\nDo-don\'t want you back\n \nDon\'t want you back\n\'Cause you\'re no good for me, I know\nThat\'s all I can say\nDon\'t want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go\nI-I don\'t want you back \n \nYou started going out with so-called friends\nBut I was blinded so I lost all common sense\nBut there were things that made me realize\nRealize, hey-yeah!\nLike all the hundred-, no, a thousand lies \n \nDon\'t want you back\n\'Cause you\'re no good for me, I know\nThat\'s all I can say\nDon\'t want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go yeah-hey!\nI-I don\'t want you back back, no!\nI-I don\'t want you back that\'s right \n[Bridge: Brian, Nick & All]\nBaby, don\'t bother telling me your reasons why\nJust let us sing this story 'bout you and I\nDon\'t you back, that\'s all I know\nDon\'t want you back, don\'t want you back\nAll I can say, don\'t want you back\nYou know you gotta go oh-oh-oh!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nDon\'t want you back\n\'Cause you\'re no good for me, I know\nDon\'t want you back\nThat\'s all I can say don\'t want you back\nDon\'t want you back\nForgive my honesty, but you gotta go\nOh, gotta go, oh-oh-oh\nI-I don\'t want you back \n \nDon\'t want you back, that\'s all I know\nBack oh-no, back\nThat\'s all I can say\nDon\'t want you back back, no!\nDon\'t want you back\nYou know you gotta go\nI-I don\'t want you back1 ",1 +72,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Outsider,sad, "The Outsider \nHelp me, if you can\nIt\'s just that this is not the way I\'m wired\nSo, could you please help me understand why\nYou\'ve given in to all these reckless dark desires? \n \nYou\'re lying to yourself again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it, you\'re pounding on a fault line\nWhat\'ll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI\'m over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, why would I wanna watch you?\n \nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat\'s your rush, now?\nEveryone will have his day to die \n \nMedicated drama queen\nPicture perfect, numb belligerence\nNarcissistic drama queen\nCraving fame and all its decadence \n \nLying through your teeth again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it, you\'re pounding on a fault line\nWhat\'ll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI\'m over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, why would I wanna watch you? \n \nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat\'s your rush, now?\nEveryone will have his day to die \n \nThey were right about you\nThey were right about you\n \nLying to my face again, suicidal imbecile\nThink about it , you\'re pounding on a fault line\nWhat\'ll it take to get it through to you, precious?\nI\'m over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?\nSuch a mess, over this, over this \n \nDisconnect and self-destruct\nOne bullet at a time\nWhat\'s your hurry?\nEveryone will have his day to die\nIf you choose to pull the trigger\nShould your drama prove sincere\nDo it somewhere far away from here4 ",1 +2856,Ben_Kweller___Sundress,anger, "Sundress Everybody\'s trying to be the best\nWhat about the girl with loneliness\nI like your sundress\nI like your sundress\nWhat about the girl with loneliness\nFrom the inside out\nYou\'re so beautiful\nI want to hold you in my hand \nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nI want to start going on a morning walk\nWhat about the days when we used to talk?\nI don\'t need a smile from a mannequin\nI just want to hold you in my hands \nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do \nFrom the inside out\nYou\'ve changed, girl\nYou know you have\nDon\'t make a good thing bad\nJust let me hold you in my hands \nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nI do everything everything everything\nI do everything you want me to\nI do everything you want me to do\nDo do for you",3 +479,Aimee_Mann___Red_Vines,sad, "Red Vines \nThey\'re all still on their honeymoon\nJust read the dialogue balloon\nEveryone loves you, why should they not?\nAnd I\'m the only one who knows\nThat Disneyland\'s about to close\nI don\'t suppose you\'d give it a shot\nKnowing all that you\'ve got \n \nAre cigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I\'ll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show\n \nWell, it\'s always fun and games until\nIt\'s clear you haven\'t got the skill\nIn keeping the gag from going too far\nSo you\'re running 'round the parking lot\n\'Til every lightning bug is caught\nPunching some pinholes in the lid of a jar\nWhile we wait in the car \n \nWith cigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I\'ll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show \n \nAnd tell me, would it kill you\nWould it really spoil everything\nIf you didn\'t blame yourself\nDo you know what I mean? \n \nCigarettes and Red Vines\nJust close your eyes, 'cause, baby\nYou never do know\nAnd I\'ll be on the sidelines\nWith my hands tied\nWatching the show\nWatching the showSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 +2195,Avi_Buffalo___Truth_Sets_In,happy, "Truth Sets In What\'s another time to say\nWitches speak in my head all day\nWitchcraft seems to unload and say\nThat you don\'t love me anymore\nWhat\'s another word to scream\nMaybe one more about the team\nTry to improve the local scene\nWe ain\'t no good anymore\nWait 'til the truth sets in\nPay no attention to how we\'ve been\nYou know that i thought too much\nOf when i made my fatal mistake\nHope for the consequence\nPicture your people still on the fence\nPretend that you hope that it\'s ok\nWhen it\'s no good anymore",0 +1494,Another_Level___From_The_Heart,calm, "From the Heart I know you\'ve heard these words a hundred other times before\nAnd you\'ve been hurt, and so your heart has chose to close the door\nLove broke your heart and brought you lies\nLook in my eyes\nYou\'ll see a love that\'s deep and true\nTender and strong and all for you\nYou can trust this love\nHonest, that\'s the honest truth \nFrom the heart\nI\'m giving you everything, everything\nFrom the heart\nI promise you that I\'ll be there\nI\'ll be there to love you\nFrom the soul\nI\'m showing you all I feel, all I feel is\nFrom the heart, from the heart\nI will protect you and respect you and be all you need\nAnd when you reach for love, you\'ll only need to reach for me\nThese arms will never let you down\nThey\'re staying around\nI\'ll walk with you through every storm\nI\'ll keep you safe, I\'ll keep you warm\nAnd you\'ll have no doubt\nYou\'re the one I\'m living for \nFrom the heart\nI\'m giving you everything, everything\nFrom the heart\nI promise you that I\'ll be there\nI\'ll be there to love you\nFrom the soul\nI\'m showing you all I feel, all I feel is\nFrom the heart, from the heart \nI\'ll provide the love you need\nJust trust my touch\nBelieve in me\nI\'ll never make you cry\nGiving all I\'ve got with all I\'ve got inside",2 +9621,Frou_Frou___Psychobabble,sad, "Psychobabble \nHow did you get this number?\nI can\'t get my head 'round you\nOf course you\'re not coming over\nSnap out of it\nYou\'re not making any sense \n \nYou couldn\'t be more wrong, darling\nI never gave out these signs\nYou misunderstand all meaning\nSnap out of it\nI\'m not falling for this one\n \nIf love is surrender\nThen whose war is it anyway? \n \nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon\'t come in any closer\n\'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two \n \nIf you think that it\'s so damn easy\nThen what do you need me for?\nJust look at the state of you, babe\nSnap out of it\nYou\'re not listening to this \n \nAnd just for once could you\nLet me finish a sentence? \n \nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon\'t come in any closer\n\'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two\n \nMake no, make no sudden movements\nAnd no one need get hurt\nYou\'re making me nervous\nIf you knew what was good for me why would I be loving you? \n \n \nNow, I\'ve had it up to here\nDon\'t ever try that again\nWhy are you so quiet so suddenly?\nGo on, have it\nYou\'re just dying to try me \n \nDo just what I tell you\nAnd no one will get hurt\nDon\'t come in any closer\n\'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two \n \nMake no, make no sudden movements\nAnd no one need get hurt\nYou\'re making me nervous\nIf you knew what was good for me why would I be loving you?\n \nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?\nSo, what do we do now?2 ",1 +5011,Cat_Power___Wealthy_Man,sad, "Wealthy Man Oh I see sunny days\nOh I go that far\nWhen the night is over\nWill you tell me that you\'ve always been thinking of me? \nIndirectly you say to me the hand of a night is not a hand for me\nThat\'s the most sad I\'ve ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nThat\'s the most sad I\'ve ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nA wealthy man\nOh I still see sunny days\nOh I go that far\nWhen the night is dragging on\nMaybe I will dream that you would tell me\nYou\'ve always been thinking of me \nIndirectly you say to me\nThe hand is not a hand for me\nIndirectly you say again\nThe hand of the night is not a hand for me \nThat\'s the most sad I\'ve ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man\nThat\'s the most sad I\'ve ever heard from another man\nA wealthy man",1 +2659,Bedroom_Walls___In_Anticipation_Of_Your_Suicide,sad, "In Anticipation Of Your Suicide Your heart is always almost beating\nAlong with windy frozen tunes \nBut you say you\'ve laughed enough\nYour closet\'s stuffed with last year\'s blues\nBut you know by summertime your suicide\'s just last year\'s news \nWhat will we find inside of your room?\nNotes in the margins\nRecords always spinning\nClues you know you want all to know\nYour little soul grew old too soon\nAnd surprises lost their thrill\nVodka and pills and the 'marquee moon\'",1 +2121,Audioslave___Until_We_Fall,happy, "Until We Fall \nI walk the streets without I regret\nI stood alone and watched myself fall apart\nAnswered the voices in my head\nSlipped through the chainlink of a broken heart \n \nAnd when I\'m tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers 'till we fall\nBack down again\n \nBought everything that sounded good\nI understand that I\'ve been misunderstood \n \nAnd when I\'m tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers 'till we fall\nBack down again \n \nWhat do you feel before you think?\nWhat do you see before you blink?\nWho do you battle in your dreams?\nWho strokes your feathers 'till you scream? \n \nAnd when I\'m tired of feeling black\nSpread the wings upon your back\nTake us high above it all\nAnd stroke your feathers until we fall\nBack down again",0 +3295,Black_Eyed_Peas___I_Gotta_Feeling,happy, "TranslationsEnglishI Gotta Feeling [Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\nI got a feeling\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night Fee-\n[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]\nTonight\'s the night, let\'s live it up\nI got my money, let\'s spend it up I feel-\nGo out and smash it like oh my God\nJump off that sofa, let\'s kick it off I feel- \n[Verse 1: Fergie, will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]\nI know that we\'ll have a ball\nIf we get down and go out and just lose it all\nI feel stressed out, I wanna let it go\nLet\'s go way out, spaced out, and losin\' all control I feel- \n[Refrain: will.i.am, Fergie]\nFill up my cup, mazel tov\nLook at her dancin\', just take it off I feel-\nLet\'s paint the town, we\'ll shut it down\nLet\'s burn the roof\nAnd then we\'ll do it again I feel-\nLet\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it\nAnd do it, and do it, let\'s live it up\nAnd do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it\nLet\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it \n[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\n\'Cause I got a feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night Fee-\n [Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am, Fergie]\nTonight\'s the night Hey\nLet\'s live it up Let\'s live it up\nI got my money I\'m paying\nLet\'s spend it up Let\'s spend it up\nGo out and smash it Smash it\nLike oh my God Like oh my God\nJump off that sofa Come on\nLet\'s kick it off \n[Refrain: will.i.am & Fergie]\nFill up my cup Drank\nMazel tov L\'chaim\nLook at her dancin\' Move it, move it\nJust take it off\nLet\'s paint the town Paint the town\nWe\'ll shut it down Shut it down\nLet\'s burn the roof\nAnd then we\'ll do it again\nLet\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it\nAnd do it, and do it, let\'s live it up\nAnd do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it\nLet\'s do it, let\'s do it, let\'s do it, do it, do it, do it \n \nHere we come, here we go, we gotta rock\nEasy come, easy go, now we on top\nFill the shot, body rock, rock it don\'t stop\nRound and round, up and down, around the clock\n[Bridge: will.i.am & Fergie]\nMonday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday Do it\nFriday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday Do it\nWeekend get-get-get with us\nYou know what we say\nParty every day, p-p-p-party every day \n[Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie]\nAnd I\'m feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night\nA feeling Woo-hoo\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good night\nThat tonight\'s gonna be a good, good night \n \nWoo-hoo33 ",0 +7636,EagleEye_Cherry__Neneh_Cherry___Long_Way_Around,happy, "Long Way Around Eagle-Eye Cherry F/ Neneh Cherry\nMiscellaneous\nLong Way Around\nYou say what you say\nAnd you pray that one day\nYou\'ll be seen between the shadows\nNow that\'s a waist of your pain\nLiving your life like a saint\nWhen it don\'t...no\nIt don\'t even matter\nEven saints make their mistakes\nLetting their dreams fall and break\nAll it feels like\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nNow I want you to see\nHow good life can be\nYou can turn around\nAnd better your life\nWith the good times found\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nI\'m not afraid of pride\nWhen it\'s for the right side\nDon\'t betray what I believe in\nStand where you want to stand\nAnd I\'ll believe when I can\n\'Cause I\'m telling you now\nI been where you\'re living in\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nWill tomorrow keep it\'s promise\nNo one here can say\nThe past is all behind us\nAnd all we have is today\nAnd all we have is today\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around\nPeople will always take the long way around\nBefore you know it you\'ll be lost and found\nLiving in sunshine with the shades pulled down\nPeople will always take the long way around",0 +7608,Dusty_Springfield___Who_Will_Take_My_Place,sad, "Who Will Take My Place Who, when my life is through?\nWho will know the joy\nI have known with you?\nWho will touch your face?\nSleep in your embrace?\nWho will take my place\nWhen I sleep alone? \nWho, when the day is done?\nWho will hold the hand\nOf my only one?\nWho will climb the heights?\nFinding in your nights\nAll those wild delights\nOnly I have known\nYou say you\'ll always love me\nTime has another claim\nWhy do the gods above me\nPlay the cynical game? \nOh, life, isn\'t what it seems\nFickle as the wind\nFragile as a dream\nWhen I end my years\nWho will ease my pain?\nKiss away my tears?\nAnd bury me again?",1 +4630,CREMATORY___The_Fallen,sad, "The Fallen Newborn from fire and ashes\nDwelled with the storm and the wind\nHe fought with courage and vigor\nDetermined to step up to, up to love \nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down \nCaught in a building of cages\nLife turned away from reality\nHe feels no inside or outside\nSoulless waiting for the end\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down \nLife thrown away\nAnd under-redeemed\nCovered by the fear of truth\nMarred and disenchanted\nBy many tales\nShred from juicy meat\nGlorified as king and master\nTied and gagged as thief\nAnd murderer \nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down\nFall away, fall behind, fall into, fall back, fall down ",1 +6627,David_Gray___Caroline,sad, "Caroline Caroline\nThose crazy eyes that shine\nThe days blowing through my mind\nLike falling leaves \nIt ain\'t no good\nI tried hard as I could\nBut you just won\'t let\nMy poor heart be \nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I want you more\nThan I can say\nBut Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away\nThe state I\'m in\nGot goosebumps on my skin\nSee the water I\'ll jump right in\nYour heart so free \nI\'ll face the facts\nIt\'s paper on the cracks\nGirl till I got you right\nBack here with me \nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I need you more\nThan I can say\nAh but Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away \nHoney all I get is further away\nWooooo! \nThe final war\nA steel eyed dinosaur\nGirl I want you more\nThan I can say\nAh but Caroline\nIt seems like every time\nHoney all I get is further away\nSee David Gray LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Honey all I get is further\nAnd further\nAnd further away ",1 +2572,Beach_House___Home_Again,sad, "Home Again \nHome again\nDriven back\nShe\'s still waiting for a friend\nLittle purple\nOrgandie\nRemember what you\'ve always\nMeant to me \n \nSomething in the way a heart is held upon a hand\nSwimmin’ in the coral waters, head above the sand\n \nHeaven, baby\nIs in the hour\nWith your heart in handfuls\nForbidden flowers\nBread and bonnets\nAlong the way\nBetter take your chances\nWhile there\'s still a ray \n \nSomething in the way a heart is held upon a hand\nSwimmin’ in the coral waters, head above the sand \n \nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean \nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean \nConstant home of my devotion\nMust be you, the door to open\nHome again, be here, be with me\nWill I swim, out on, your ocean 3 ",1 +7832,Efterklang___Alike,sad, "Alike The time is right, when the mission fails\nThe calming voice that kept me safe\nIt may be stupid, but it is true \nThe flood is gone and the trouble stays\nThe car was slow, but it took us far away\nIt may be stupid, but it is true \nAnd it made us feel alike \nThe days are gone and the game was fun\nThe path was wrong, but it gave us hope\nThe more we found, the more we grew\nUpon the truth, upon the truth\nAnd it made us feel alike ",1 +5558,Clearlake___Dreamt_That_You_Died,happy, "Dreamt That You Died I dreamt that you died\nI woke and I cried\nIt scared me to think you were gone \nSo vivid, so real\nAnd it made me feel\nThere wasn\'t much point to go on \nIt happened oh so fast\nIt took me by surprise\nCouldn\'t quite believe\nWhat I\'d seen with my own eyes\nI didn\'t get the chance\nTo even say goodbye\nWhen I dreamt that you died\nI dreamt you were dead\nAnd I\'d never said\nExactly what you made me \nIt took you to die\nThat much so that I\nCould wake up and finally see \nChorus \nWhen I dreamt that you died",0 +3904,Boney_M_2000___Painter_Man,happy, "The Making of Paul Chap. 4: Paul in Narrative \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THIS CHAPTER WILL take up stories about Paul, in particular the various acts. Like most divisions, this is somewhat artificial, for, as has been shown,1letters also relate an implied story. The first area of investigation is the canonical Acts hereafter Acts. The traditional title \'\'.Acts of the Apostles is not original, for its principal character, Paul, is not an apostle.2 That fact serves as an immediate introduction to controversy. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Since c. 1840, a struggle about the sources for a life of the real Paul has been active, sometimes simmering, sometimes at a boil.3The acute criticism of Ferdinand Christian Baur 1792-1860 and his followers in the Tübingen School posited Acts as a late-close to mid-second century-text dominated by unhistorical tendencies. Efforts to refute Baur propelled New Testament study into modern maturity. Leaders of those investigations included Theodor Zahn 1838-1933 in Germany and Joseph B. Lightfoot 1828-1889 in the United Kingdom.4 When the great Berlin church historian Adolph von Harnack 1851-1930 shifted his position to embrace an early date for Acts, it seemed that Baur\'s had been completely refuted. The twentieth century saw a gradual erosion of confidence in the historical value of Acts, a tendency strongly reinforced by the commentary of Ernst Haenchen 1896-1975, first published in\' 1956.5 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 A major impetus for Haenchen\'s literary analysis focus upon what Luke wrote rather than his sources was Martin Dibelius, who, in fact, occupied a middle position between the extremes.6 Still, conservative exegetes in both the U.K. and Germany, among other countries, continue to defend the reliability of Acts. The dominant trend in the U.S. at present is to treat Acts as literature. This has a corrosive effect often unacknowledged upon arguments for its historical reliability. Most would agree that Acts contains history, whatever the author\'s purpose. The extent of that history is a matter for debate. The present tendency is to view Acts not simply as material to be compared to the letters, but as one element in the reception of Paul.7 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The major difficulties with accepting Acts as a historical record are, in\nfact, literary. These include a proclivity toward symmetry, most notably in the various parallels among characters. Similar deeds and experiences mark the lives of Moses, Elijah, Elisha, Jesus, Peter, and Paul.8 No critical historian will believe that history repeats itself quite so frequently and conveniently. Repetition, such as three accounts of the conversions of Cornelius and Paul, is a means of emphasis. Another element is consistent reliance upon stereotyped scenes. Paul, for example, routinely begins his mission in a synagogue. This leads to opposition from Jews, sparking a persecution that propels the missionary onward to a new site. Finally, one may note the uses of some narrative techniques more suitable to fiction than to historiography.9 Luke\'s portrait of Paul is best viewed as a response to contemporary issues10 rather than as an attempt to extract historical data from various sources.11 The object of this exploration is not to compare these two Pauls but to set forth the characterization and actions of Paul in Luke\'s sequel to his gospel.12 Contrasts between the Paul of the letters and. the Paul of Acts do exist. The following table identifies a number of them: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 8: Paul: Letters vs. Acts\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Undisputed Letters \nPaul imitates Christ by suffering.\nPaul is an apostle.\nPaul is a missionary to gentiles.\nPaul has conflicts with his communities.\nPaul\'s theological opponents are other believers.\nPaul had difficult relations with other leaders; he was not subordinate to Jerusalem.\nPaul engaged in conflict over Torah.\nPaul\'s colleagues were important figures in his mission.\nNatural theology shows that everyone is without excuse.\nPaul does not claim benefits pertinent to his worldly status.\nPaul is known as a letter-writer. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Acts \nPaul imitates Christ by working miracles\nSaul/Paul is not an apostle.\nPaul is a missionary to Jews first.\nPaul has no conflicts with his communities\nPaul\'s opponents are primarily Jews.\nPaul and other leaders had no conflicts; he was subordinate to Jerusalem.\nConflict with Jews involves resurrection\nPaul\'s colleagues were very junior assistant\nNatural theology levels playing field between Jews and gentiles.13\nPaul is a Roman citizen of high status makes use of his privileges.\nPaul does not write letters.\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Other items of divergence could be identified. Some of these contrasts are strongly stated. Debate is possible. The major issue is not the extent to which each can be minimized or as indications of how Luke traduced Paul, but what they reveal about the agenda of Acts. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Luke possessed sources for his depiction of Paul, probably including a published collection of nine or ten letters.14 In addition, based upon the hypothesis that Luke worked or spent a good deal of time in Ephesus,15 is the possibility that he had access to administrative or other corespondence not deemed worthy of inclusion in the collected letters. A written source traditionally designated the Antioch source, which I call the gentile mission source, mentioned Paul in connection with Barnabas. A written source dealing with the pre-Christian Paul, as it were, can be detected in Acts 8:1-3; 9:1-19a. Finally, it is reasonable to suspect that Luke had access to some oral traditions about Paul. It is also apparent that Luke utilized other material, including stories derived from the LXX and the Jewish historian Josephus. With these final items the task has shifted from identification of possibly historical material to composition. Luke was the master of all his sources, selecting what he wished and molding the material into the shape desired. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Use of the letters-including pseudonymous pieces-and the introduction of post-Pauline narrative material establish Acts as a Deutero-Pauline text. A major contrast is that, whereas the Deutero-Pauline letters often present Paul as effectively the only apostle and universalize his message, Acts universalizes the church, a body that includes Paul and James, neither of whom is an apostle, as well as the Twelve especially Peter and representatives of the Seven Stephen and Philip. Unity is Luke\'s object. His universal church of the apostolic age, so to speak, was headed by the Jerusalem community, itself under successive single leaders, first Peter then James.16 Paul therefore had no independent mission, did not break with Peter and Antioch, and repeatedly returned to Jerusalem for consultation, as he had done shortly after he went over to the Jesus movement 9:26-30. All leaders share the same theology, a theology that shows at least as much influence from the historical Paul as from any conjectural reconstructions of the views of Peter and James. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Luke\'s task was to support the legitimacy of the gentile mission without cutting the links to the ancestral religion of Israel. His major challenge was not from those who wished to impose Torah observance upon all Christians. In the Aegean world, that was no longer a vital controversy-in so far as extant evidence indicates. A greater problem came from those who were willing to kiss that heritage goodbye. This is quite apparent in Luke\'s Gospel, which revises Mark along the lines of continuity with the Israelite heritage.17 With this are associated several apologetic goals: Paul is no renegade Jew, but remained faithful and observant to the end. He was not the originator of the gentile mission. That honor belonged to Peter 10:1-11:18, followed by anonymous missionaries in Antioch, who were supported by the Jerusalem community, which sent Barnabas to their aid. Barnabas recruited Paul 11:19-25. Paul was not a rebel against duly constituted authority. All claims of this nature were the fraudulent concoctions of devious enemies. These controversies are already apparent in Paul\'s correspondence. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul introduced in the narrative with the name Saul, used until 13:9 and never thereafter, except in retrospect sets out to convince Jews that their hopes have been fulfilled by what God did through Jesus. Most Israelites disagreed, justifying his subsequent turns to gentiles.18 Paul\'s Jewish credentials are superior to those of any other believer in Acts. He was reared and educated in Jerusalem, a Pharisee taught by the eminent Gamaliel, rising eventually to become a member of the Israelite high court the Sanhedrin and a prominent persecutor of the partisans of Jesus, authorized by the high priests to arrest and incarcerate the same, for whose executions he dutifully voted Acts 22:3-5; 26:10. The historical Paul affirmed that he had been a Pharisee; in Acts Paul remains a Pharisee, still an adherent of that strictly observant sect 23:6.19 Indeed, Paul is the only Christian in Acts depicted as participating in the temple cult 21:26. His Jewish resume is therefore utterly unimpeachable. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This is not to suggest that he was a barbarian. lacking Hellenic attributes. Paul was a citizen of no less prestigious a citadel of Greek culture than Tarsus 21:37. Showing is Luke\'s major means for establishing his hero\'s Hellenism. Paul is a gifted orator who can dissuade barbarians from sacrificing to him 14:8-18, quiet a riotous crowd with a gesture 21:40, engage the philosophers of Athens 17:22-33, and entertain Hellenistic monarchs and provincial officials with his erudition 24:24-26; 26:1-32. These worthies may not agree with Paul, but they respect his character and learning. The character of Paul manifests some development. The youthful Saul had many good qualities, but, like the typical tyrannical persecutor, his temper was out of control 8:3; 9:1-2. In the Greco-Roman world, uncontrolled rage was among the most deprecated of vices. After conversion Paul gave up his fanatical rage. Thereafter his anger found appropriate channels e.g., 17:16. He became an example of the classical virtues of prudence, moderation, courage, and justice.20Virtuous people allowed reason to regulate their conduct, manifested a courageous temper, and never lost control of their emotions. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Those who were considered eligible to lead the virtuous life were wealthy and well educated. Paul enjoyed a high social status. He was wealthy 24:26, but willing to engage in a craft and live the rigorous life of an itinerant teacher of wisdom. This status is most apparent in the ease with which he can move in high society, although he has no difficulty in associating with those further down the social scale.21 To his Jewish and Greek credentials Paul adds Roman citizenship, inherited, not acquired e.g., 22:25-28, high, not low. Such is the force of his character and bearing that no one challenges his claim to be a citizen of Rome. Roman officials and military officers repeatedly declare that he is innocent.22 One result of his fulsome curriculum vitae is that Paul exhibits in person the universality of the Christian faith and mission. Paul is a highly placed and learned Jew, embodying the Israelite heritage, a capable and cultured Hellene fully equipped to evangelize Greek-speaking gentiles, and a Roman of excellent standing, embodying the official virtues of the ruling political power. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul does not lack the charismatic qualities of speaking, healing, and leading. His hands bestow the Spirit, his voice curses the wayward, his cast-off clothing cures the afflicted 19:1-7; 13:6-12; 19:11-12. 23 The onetime Saul is also a hero of the traditional sort, manifest in courage before mobs 14:14-17; 21:39b-40 and judges e.g., 23:1-10, his ability to act vigorously despite severe injuries 14:19-20; 21:25-40, and his resourceful courage aboard a storm-battered ship 27:21-43. Paul in Acts does not work with true colleagues. His historical associates, such as Timothy, are low-level assistants who perform errands. This is one means for demonstrating Paul\'s superiority and self-sufficiency. 24 One reason that Paul does not write letters in Acts is that he does not need to do so. His communities have no problems and evidently do not require friendly, pastoral support beyond what visits convey. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Because of the numerous parallels between and among Jesus, Peter, and Paul, the care taken by Luke to conform Paul\'s biography to that of Jesus is easily overlooked. Since the former began as a violent enemy of God\'s people while the latter was the Son of God by birth, the task was not easy.25 Nonetheless, the story of Paul begins with a baptism and receipt of the Spirit Acts 9:17-18; cf. Luke 3:20-21, accompanied by prophecies about his destiny e.g., Acts 9:15-16; Luke 1:30-33. Both had forerunners.26 Both preached an inaugural sermon in a synagogue that generated contention Luke 4:16-30; Acts 13:14-50. 27 Each is a teacher engaged in an itinerant mission, that is, journeys. Both are chosen vessels Luke 9:35; Acts 9:15. An important thematic similarity is that each pursues courses that lead to the center of his mission-Jerusalem and Rome, respectively-missions that conform to the will and plan of God.28 Peter and others are appointed as witnesses, but they do not have a mission explicitly characterized as fulfillment of God\'s will. The final part of Paul\'s story Acts 20:1-28:16 closely conforms to that of Jesus. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 9: The Passions of Jesus in Luke and Paul in Acts29 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Jesus in Luke \n1. \'\'Passion Predictions : 9:22, 34; 18:31\n2. Final Address: 22: 14-38\n3. Argument with Sadducees over Resurrection: 20:27-39\n4. Agents of High Priest Slap: 22:63-64\n5. Four Trials :\nA.Sanhedrin: 22:66-71\nB. Roman Governor Pilate: 23:1-5\nC. Herodian King Antipas: 23:6-12\nD. Roman Governor Pilate: 23:13-25\n6. Officials Declare Innocent: Pilate: 23:14 cf. 23:4, 22; Herod: 23:14; centurion: 23:47\n7. Mob Demands Death: 23:18\n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul in Acts \n1. Passion Predictions : 20:23-25; 21:4, 11-13\n2. Final Address: 20:17-35\n3. Argument with Sadducees over Resurrection: 23:6-10\n4. Agents of High Priest Slap: 23:1-2\n5. Four Trials :\nA. Sanhedrin: 22:30-23:10\nB. Roman Governor Felix: 24:1-22\nC. Herodian King Agrippa: 26\nD. Roman Governor Festus: 25:6-12\n6. Officials Declare Innocent: Lysias Tribune: 23:29; Festus: 25:25; Agrippa: 26:31\n7. Mob Demands Death: Acts 22:22 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This symmetry demanded substantial labor and the sacrifice of much historical credibility. Luke indubitably wishes to make the legal experiences of Paul replicate those of his master. This compels raising the question of why Luke does not narrate the martyrdom of Paul, as the Acts of Paul would do. In the same structural place where Luke\'s Gospel records the conviction, crucifixion, and resurrection ofJesus Luke 23:24-24:49, Acts describes Paul\'s journey to Rome Acts 27:1-28:16. This narrative is a symbolic death and resurrection. 30 Acts presents the story of Paul as a kind of gospel, a life pressed into the mold of myth, that is, the creed. In Acts Paul is not just a bearer of the saving message; he is also a savior figure. This is clearly depicted on the voyage to Rome, where all are saved because of Paul, who promises deliverance, echoing the words of Jesus Acts 27:34; cf. Luke 21:18. Cast, like Jonah, alive onto dry land, he shows himself invulnerable to poison and is therewith vindicated, as comments of the local natives confirm.31 For Luke, a major function of the resurrection of Jesus was likewise the vindication of one wrongly executed. The risen\'\' Paul then engages in a ministry that echoes Jesus\' early activity Acts 28:7-9; Luke 4:38-41 A. J. Mattill observes, It is almost as if Paul were Jesus redivivus... 32 He is. The theme of Paul the savior is one component of the Deutero-Pauline portrait. 33 Paul does not replace Christ, whose servant he is, but he does bring redemption to others, light for those who live in darkness. Both can be characterized as light for the nations Luke 1:32; Acts 13:47. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This high paulology is congruent with Lucan soteriology and anthropology, which do better service to the cause of continuity in salvation history than to the status of Jesus as a unique redeemer. 34 In the realm of anthropology, Colossians and Ephesians are more akin to Luke and Acts than to Paul, for, despite the affirmations of newness of life, there is a tendency to replace the indicative/imperative model with ethical instruction, in other words, to regard moral capacity as a natural endowment for which grace is a kind of booster shoot. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The canonical Acts plays quite successfully with both sides of divinization: Paul is received as a god by those who know no better. The most famous incidents take place in Lystra 14:8-2035 and on the island of Malta 28:3-6.36 Another text worthy of examination is the telling and humorous37 Acts 19:13-17: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 13 Then some itinerant Jewish exorcists tried to use the name of the Lord Jesus over those who had evil spirits, saying, I adjure you by the Jesus whom Paul proclaims. 14 Seven sons of a Jewish high priest named Sceva were doing this. 15 But the evil spirit said to them in reply, Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are you? 16 Then the man with the evil spirit leaped on them, mastered them all, and so overpowered them that they fled out of the house naked and wounded. 17 When this became known to all residents of Ephesus, both Jews and Greeks, everyone was awestruck; and the name of the Lord Jesus was praised. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The phrase Jesus ... and Paul I know evokes the supernatural knowleage of demons confronted by the Jesus in Mark 1:24: and he cried out, \'What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are, the Holy One of God.\' 38 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In summary, the heroization of Paul in Acts is not highly restrained. Paul has it all and does it all. His story and his accomplishments rival that of Jesus in some important respects. Luke did not construct his portrait of the heroic Paul simply to glorify him. Every element of his extraordinary character served his mission, namely, Luke\'s theological and other goals. The Paul of Acts is both the agent and symbol of the worldwide mission to create a universal church, the legitimate heir of Israel and a tent under which all people could experience the salvation of God. One of the ironies of history is that Luke, who did not fully embrace Paufs theology and did not acknowledge the existence of his letters, did much to establish a framework in which the letters of Paul were received by the merging\northodox church.39 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Paul is without doubt Luke\'s hero, but Luke does not present the leading features of Paul\'s theology, nor does he reveal some of the more salient elements of his biography. For the author of Acts, the heritage of gentile Christianity pioneered by Paul was under attack, and Paul could only be defended through some major modifications. One of these concerns the title apostle, a title used routinely by Paul of his vocation and authority. Paul is Luke\'s hero, but Luke cannot assign him the title of apostle, which was restricted to the followers of Jesus. As far as Luke\'s circumstances went, the opponents of Paul in Galatians and 2 Corinthians had triumphed! Luke\'s was not, despite its ultimate success, the only resolution to the problem of the Pauline heritage and to the issue of church unity. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS Of PAUL \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul appeared in the second half of the second century, between c. 160 and c. 190, probably c. 170-175.40 The works now designated apocryphal acts of the apostles are a disparate group united by a biographical frame that follows an apostolic missionary from his original commission to his death, usually by martyrdom. Five of these books-those featuring Andrew, John, Paul, Peter, and Thomas-are called major, although a case can now be made for adding the Acts of Philip to that category. Only the Acts of Thomas is complete, and all of these acts were subjected to editing.41 Of the major Acts the piece devoted to Paul was the most acceptable in catholic circles, particularly on doctrinal grounds, and was ultimately condemned because of its use by heretics, notably the Manichees as well as followers of Priscillian.42 Nonetheless, the Acts of Paul continued to be read and utilized as an historical and edifying source throughout the Middle Ages.43 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Perhaps two-thirds of the entire work survives, and several sections exist in scanty fragments. The existence of some scenes can be identified or outlined by reference to the sixth-century Acts of Titus and two Byzantine authors, Nicetas of Paphlagonia tenth century and Nicephorus Callistus c. 1256-c. 1335.44 Although the work was composed in the late second century, the edition now reconstructed is not earlier than c. 300. Three components of the Acts of Paul enjoyed a separate existence. One, the martyrdom, was used liturgically on the appropriate feast, and was thus subject to considerable editing.45 Another, 3 Corinthians, was not an original part of the Acts of Paul.46 The third is the material featuring Thecla or Thekla of Iconium, who became an immensely popular saint in antiquity and later eras, as well as a more recent feminist heroine.47 The residue of the work must be reconstructed from incomplete papyrus texts. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 As is the case with all of the apocryphal acts of the apostles except those of Thomas, the opening of the Acts of Paul is not extant. The logical and standard place to begin was the call of the particular apostle. In the case of Paul that means his conversion in the vicinity of Damascus. The span of Acts of Paul thus extended from that event to his martyrdom in Rome under Nero.48 The intervening material relates visits to various sites. In the more complete passages, these visits are not explicitly initial, church-founding visits. The emphasis is upon the apostle\'s pastoral role. This is in keeping with much of the Deutero-Pauline tradition, which honored Paul as a great missionary, but focused upon his role as a teacher for the extant church, as, most notably, in the Pastoral Epistles. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This orientation has helped to promote a hypothesis that Acts of Paul is a sequel to the canonical Acts.49 One should note, however, that a number of Paul\'s visits could have been foundational, as the data are incomplete see below. In order to support his argument that Acts of Paul is a sequel, Richard Bauckham has to posit that the Acts of Paul did not begin with an account of his conversion.50 In response to Bauckham, Richard Pervo proposed that Acts of Paul sought to revise the story of Paul in the canonical Acts, while Daniel Marguerat argues that it should be considered as a Rereading. 51 All three of these approaches argue that Acts of Paul knew and utilized the canonical Acts. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Willy Rordorf, a distinguished authority on the Acts of Paul, has long dissented from this view, holding that Acts of Paul is quite independent of Acts.52 He therefore rejects all of the above-mentioned theories. The evidence for use of Acts by the Acts of Paul is, however, quite strong, including not only its general plan and content-a journey from Damascus to Rome, from conversion to martyrdom-but also specific examples of linguistic borrowing, as emphasized by Julian Hills, as well as imitation/revision of particular episodes.53 The use of Paul\'s letters is undisputed.54 Equally manifest is the use of gospel traditions. See below. The stories about Thecla contain some marks of an earlier, possibly first century, origin.55 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The question of intertextual relationships among the various apocryphal acts of the apostles is vexing.56 Because these works exist in multiple editions, none original, separation of initial borrowing such as the use of Mark by Matthew from later contamination is difficult.57 The question is most acute in comparison of the Acts of John, Peter, and Paul. The use of a form of the Quo Vadis story in Acts of Paul 13 probably derives from the Acts of Peter 35 Passion 6.58 This is quite possibly a secondary improvement to the Acts of Paul rather than the imitation by the author of one scene from the extant Acts of Peter, but certainty is not possible. If Acts of Paul utilized the Petrine acts, it is not to be dated before c. 175. Other sources, possibly oral in origin, are probable, especially for the story of Thecla.59 In its present form, the episodes featuring Thecla are an integral portion of the work, as numerous intratextual allusions indicate. The most notable of these is the encounter each has with a friendly lion 4.3; 9.23.60 This intratextual parallelism indicates that, despite the ravages of editors, condemnation, and the varied fate and state of manuscripts, Acts of Paul is a literary work executed by an author in control of his sources. 61 The following table reveals the evident plan of the original work, in so far as surviving sources indicate. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Table 10: Synopsis of the Acts of Paul \nLocality -- Section62 -- Source -- First Visit/Revisit68 -- NTData\nDamascus -- 163 -- 2, 5, [6]65 -- First -- Galatians, Act\nJericho -- 9, 7 -- 1, 6 -- First -- ___\nJerusalem -- 1 -- 2 -- ? -- Acts Gal\nSyrian ? Antioch -- 2 -- 1a, 2, 7, 8 -- First69 -- Galatians, Act\nIconium -- 3 -- 2, 3, 8 -- First70 -- Acts 14:1-673\nPisidian Antioch -- 464 -- 2, 3, 8 -- First -- Acts 13\nMyra -- 5 -- 2, 8 -- Unknown71 -- Acts 27:5-674\nSidon -- 6 -- 2, 766 -- Unknown -- Acts27:3\nTyre -- 7 -- 767 -- Unknown -- Acts 21:3, 7\nJerusalem-Cilicia-Smyrna -- 8 -- 6 -- Unknown -- Galatians, Act\nEphesus -- 9 -- 1, 6, 7, 8, 9 -- First -- Acts 19, letters\nPhilippi -- 10-11 -- 1a, 2, 7 -- Unknown -- Acts 16\nCorinth -- 12 -- 1, 2 -- Re-visit ?72 -- Acts, letters\nVoyage -- 13 -- 1, 1a -- ___ --Acts 27\nRome -- 14 -- 1, 2, 4, 7 -- First -- Acts, PE \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Source Key: \n1. Greek papyrus of third-fourth century P. Hamb.. Eleven leaves. 75\n1a. P. Michigan 1317, 3788, P. Berlin 13893, P. Oxy. 6, 1602, P. Bodmer 10, fourth century, mostly overlapping with P. Hamb.76\n2. Coptic papyrus of fifth-sixth century P. Heid.. 2000 fragments of parts of the entire work.77\n3. Acts of Paul and Thecla, available in over forty Greek mss. and various versions.78\n4. The Martyrdom, available in several Greek mss. and various versions.\n5. P. Rylands inv. 44. A short but valuable Coptic papyrus.79\n6. Coptic P. Bodmer XLI.\n7. The Acts of Titus.\n8. Nicetas of Paphlagonia.\n9. Nicephorus Callistus. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Observations: 1 Although substantial portions of some episodes are missing, the general plan of the book and of its contents is clear. This is apparent from the overlap among the larger sources, which link the various sections, and from the multiple attestations for many of the episodes. The beginning is the most obscure, but it is most likely that the story included an account of Paul\'s conversion, modeled more upon Galatians than upon Acts 9. The Acts of Paul knows nothing of a release in Rome,\nfollowed by a mission to Spain. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 2 The chief plank in Richard Bauckham\'s argument that Acts of Paul is a sequel to the canonical Acts is the contention that it features return visits to sites already evangelized by Paul.80 The text itself is silent on this matter, and, more often than not, implies, or at least is open to, the interpretation that this is Paul\'s first stay at a site.81 Residence in the house of a believer does not prove that he has been at a city previously. The housechurch of Onesiphorus 3, for example, was evidently founded by Titus. Paul was unknown to Onesiphorus 3:2 His stay with Prisca and Aquila at Ephesus 9 is a logical inference from Acts 18-19 cf. 1 Cor. 16:19. Acts of Paul is not interested in the question of initial or repeat visits, and the inference that Paul has been to many of these communities on a previous occasion is generally unwarranted.82 Paul is a wandering preacher supported by household patrons in almost every place.83 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The chief inspiration for the portrayal of Paul in the Acts of Paul is the canonical gospel type, from opening epiphany to post-mortem appearance.84 The author took pains to make the story, both in its general plan and in many details, an echo of that of Jesus. The following list does not seek to be exhaustive; it is demonstrative: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 1. Initial epiphany. Commission of Paul in a vision of Christ. referred to in APl 9:5-6. Compare the baptism of Jesus. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 2. Temptation. Paul goes to the desert and is with the wild beasts cf. APl 9:7. Compare Mark 1:12-13. On his journey to Jericho in the desert region Paul encounters and baptizes a lion 1.85 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 3. A ministry of proclamation, wonderworking, and persecution. Note, for example, Acts of Paul 2, where the apostle preaches, raises a dead person, and is thrown out of town cf. Luke 4:16-30. In Ephesus, Paul\'s antagonist, Hieronymus, loses an ear, but is healed through the intervention of an angel deputizing for Paul APl 9:27-28; cf. Luke 22:50-51. Like Jesus, Paul had forerunners e.g., Titus, APl 3:286. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 4. Paul recruits a disciple who follows his path of preaching baptizing and persecution APl 3-4; cf. Mark 6:6b-13; 30. The apostle begins his mission in Iconium by preaching a sermon that opens with beatitudes 3:6; cf. Matt. 5:3-12. This leads to the conversion of Thecla, who gives up all to follow him.87 Her fiance came to arrest Paul with an armed crowd 4:15; cf. Mark 14:43.88 The offical before whom Paul is tried hears him gladly cf. Mark 6:20 [John the Baptizer and Antipas]. Thecla is like a sheep without a shepherd cf. Mark 6:34. In a vision she sees the Lord in the form of Paul APl 3:21. Paul arranges to feed the household of Onesiphorus, which has given up all to follow him,89 by selling his cloak for five loaves APl 3:23; 25; cf. Mark 6:35-44.90 Thecla offers to give up her sexual identity gender and follow Paul wherever he goes APl 3:25; cf. Luke 9:57-58. When condemned to the beasts, she has an inscription describing her crime APl 4:28; cf. John 19:19. The traditional name \'\'Acts of Paul and Thecla is no less appropriate than the \'\'Acts of God and the Apostles would be for the canonical book. Paul is the master, the shepherd, Thecla the lamb and pupil. He is, in some sense, Christ to her. In the episodes centering upon Thecla, Paul is like the absent Christ, to whom one prays and from whom consolation is sought: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 But as a lamb in the wilderness looks around for the shepherd, so Thecla [condemned to burn in the arena] kept searching for Paul. And having looked into the crowd she saw the Lord sitting in the likeness of Paul and said, \'\'As if I were unable to endure, Paul has come to look after me. And she gazed upon him with great earnestness, but he went up to heaven.91 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 These images speak for themselves.92 Paul is a celestial shepherd who comes to succor his sheep. He also finds means for meeting their bodily needs: In the Acts of Paul 3:23-25, the apostle has his cloak93 sold to buy bread for his starving followers. The yield was five loaves. One doubts that the number was pulled out of a hat.94 The capacity for such sacrifice is miraculous. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 At Myra no kinder fate lay in store: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 ... He saw Hermippus coming with a drawn sword in his hand, and with him many other young men with their cudgels. Paul said to them, I am not a robber,95 nor am I a murderer ... 96 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Such repeated reminiscences point out that Paul did indeed take up his cross daily and suffer not one but many passions. One might argue that he had accomplished greater things than Jesus.97 The text just cited is a case in point, for the apostle thwarted this attack. His assailant was struck blind and broke down into confession. Presently he is, of course, healed. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 5. Paul undergoes a passion APl 14:4-7.98 On the voyage to Rome, APl 13 Paul who, 13:1, like Jesus has fallen asleep meets the risen Lord, walking on the water cf. Mark 6:45-52, who announces that he is about to be crucified again. This-probably secondary- passion prediction 99 indicates that Paul\'s death will have a saving effect.100 Condemned, like Jesus, by the ruling authority Nero in this case, Paul was beheaded. From his neck flowed milk. This parallel to John 19:34 is followed by admiration from the soldier and bystanders cf. Mark 15:39 and parallels. Following the execution Paul appears to the emperor and makes a speech. The soldiers, Longus and Cestus the latter a centurion, come very early cf. Mark 16: 1 to the grave, find two men praying with Paul, and flee in fear. The two, Titus and Luke, likewise flee in fear of the soldiers, but all works out for the best. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 And, as Paul had told them, Longus and Cestus, the centurion, came in fear very early101 to the grave of Paul. And when they drew near they found two men in prayer and Paul with them, and they became frightened when they saw the unexpected miracle, but Titus and Luke, being afraid at the sight of Longus and Cestus, turned to run away.102 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 But they followed and said to them, We follow you not in order to kill you, blessed men of God, as you imagine, but in order to live, that you may do to us as Paul promised us. We have just seen him in prayer beside you. Upon hearing this Titus and Luke gave them joyfully the seal103 in the Lord, glorifying God and the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.104 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This report is a recasting of the empty tomb story in Mark 16:1-8. It includes several improvements upon the original. Paul appeared to Nero rather than to his own followers.105 Moreover, his male disciples, in contrast to those of Jesus, remained with him. Unlike the women, they did not flee. The attendant soldiers cf. Matt. 27:62-66; Gospel of Peter 35; 38, are converted and initiated. Paul\'s death and resurrection epitomizes the soteriological character of his ministry. Paul does not replace Christ, whose messenger he remains, but he recruits disciples, as had Jesus. These followers view Paul as their master and savior. The story follows the model of the canonical Gospel, arguably that of Mark. Although the same shape can be seen, in more subtle fashion, in the canonical Acts, 106 and this could have inspired the author, his particular model was apparently Mark, whose political orientation was more congenial to the author than was that of the Gospel of Luke. 107 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul promotes the most radical-next to Marcionform-of Paulinism yet witnessed. Its views represent a nearly diametrically opposite view to those of the Pastoral Epistles on such matters as authority, church and society, and ethics.108 The roots of its theology do not derive from Paul alone. This Paul does turn mother against daughter and daughter against mother Luke 12:53.109 Rejection of marriage sets the mission against the fundamental institution of Greco-Roman society-the household.110 Although married couples can be found e.g., Onesiphorus and Lectra, ch. 3; Aquila and Priscilla, 9:1, there is no suggestion that they procreate, and Paul, like the heroes of other Acts, certainly disrupts marriages e.g. those of the affianced Thecla, 3; Eubula and Diophantes; Artemilla and Hieronymus, ch. 9; and Stratonike, the wife of Apollophanes111. In the apocryphal acts of the apostles conflict over sex replaces, as it were, the conflicts with Jews that motivate much persecutifn in the canonical Acts. In the Acts of Paul, the apostle continues the tradition of the radical, alienated, penniless itinerant, now active in the Greek-speaking urban world rather than in Syria and Palestine.112 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Paul brooks no compromise with the world. In response to harassment by the highly placed Alexander, Thecla ... attacked Alexander and rent his raiment, and tore off the golden crown of the figure of Caesar, which he had on his head, and dashed it to the ground, and left him naked, destitute and full of shame. This follows the Armenian version,113 as the Greek text has been bowdlerized.114 Alexander was a priest of the imperial cult, and his crown bore the image of Caesar. Thecla\'s action was a crime against the emperor.115 The Acts of Paul uses the image of holy war-Christian warfare-in opposition to the Empire. Christians are, soldiers of the eternal monarch APl 14:2-3. This declaration of war survives even in the martyrdom, where one would reasonably expect eventual editorial mollification.116 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Moral rigorism, vigorous eschatology, embrace of ecstatic prophecy, and acceptance of women prophets have led to the reasonable conclusion that Acts of Paul, which emerged in central Asia Minor at about the same time as the New Prophecy, known after its founder as Montanism, represents and/or advocates this movement. At the very least, Acts of Paul reflects the strong interest in spiritual renewal characteristic of the region at that time. If the Acts of Paul is a specimen of outright Montanist propaganda, it is quite subtle. No new -in the sense of postapostolic-revelations are delivered. Such pronouncements were characteristic of the New Prophecy, which saw itself as the recipient of the promised Paraclete John 14:16. Thecla is an ideal Montanist icon because of her celibacy and ardor, but it is remarkable that the portion of the work devoted to her APl 3-4 does not refer to the Spirit although she does have a vision, 3:21. The safest conclusion is that the Acts of Paul and the New Prophecy come from a similar environment, but that Acts of Paul is not a direct representative of it.117 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This work displays modest theological sophistication; it propounds a popular theology with charismatic elements that is not without parallels in many eras of Christian history. In this regard, the author was not utterly unlike his canonical predecessor, although his theology was both more popular and more charismatic. Literarily, however, the author displayed more than a little sophistication by placing his story of Paul within the gospel shape. Those who received Paul and Thecla received Christ. Salvation history is a tool for opposing heretics, but it does not play the vital role that it does for Luke.118 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Paul of these non-canonical Acts, like the Paul of Acts, is a wandering missionary, who works wonders and converts large numbers to the faith. Differently from the Paul of Acts, his message has a strongly antiestablishment edge, rejecting the established forms of authority, notably the emperor, and its institutions, particularly the family. He is, like the Paul of the Deutero-Pauline letters, but unlike the Paul of Acts, a loner, with no apparent connections to a community in Jerusalem or to other leaders, such as Peter and James.119 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE EPISTULA APOSTOLORUM \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This text, 120 the title121 of which derives from its content, was probably composed in Egypt during the last quarter of the second century.122 The Epistula survives fully in very late Ethiopic manuscripts, probably translated from an Arabic version of a presumed Greek original.123Epistula Apostolorum itself is a revelation dialogue, a post-resurrection conversation between Jesus and the apostles that is embedded within a communication itself embedded within a narrative introduction. The text is, in structure, a double Chinese box. No epistolary conclusion is provided. The revelation dialogue flourished in the world of Gnosis. The generally orthodox Epistula Apostolorum was an attempt to capture this genre for catholic Christianity. This suggests that the form-a distant descendant of Plato\'s brilliant dialogues-had some appeal.124 These conversations are also testaments of Jesus, with roots in that genre also.125 The quasi-epistolary framework is additional evidence for the importance of the letter as a medium of communication among Christians. Behind this framework stands, at some remove, the impact of Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This is the most catholic of epistles, addressed to churches in East and West, North, and South ch. 2. It therefore pretends both that the apostles had gone out to the four corners of the earth to evangelize the world and yet were evidently together at the time of its composition. It also draws upon a wide range of early Christian literature, including many of the texts that would find their way into the eventual New Testament canon, and the Apostolic Fathers, as well as a number of Christian apocrypha. Allusions to the Pauline corpus are frequent. 126 The author was also familiar with Acts and, possibly, with the Acts of Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In retrospect, it is likely that the concept of a document from the apostolic college was inspired by Acts 15:23-29. For the author, Acts was no sacred or inviolable source. In ch. 15, the Lord predicts that one of the group will be in prison at Passover, experience an angelic delivery and miraculously opened door, then spend time with believers. This reflects the adventure of Peter in Acts 12:1-17, which has, in its complexity, the marks of a Lucan composition. The most probable explanation is that the author utilized and modified Acts 12, clarifying somewhat the enigmatic conclusion of v. 17.127 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After a command to preach to Jews and gentiles throughout the world in ch. 30, chs. 31-32 turn to a new subject. The Twelve will meet a man named Saul, which being interpreted means Paul. 128 The Lord then narrates the conversion, following the D-Text, and/or, possibly, the Acts of Paul.129 The apostles themselves will heal his blinded eyes. After an expanded account of the prophecy about Paul\'s future in Acts 9:10-16, the Lord tells his hearers to instruct Paul in all matters of the faith, with particular reference to prophetic scripture. According to ch. 33, Paul will come to them quickly, presumably in Jerusalem, per Acts 9:26-30. This account, which is at considerable variance with Galatians 1, goes beyond Acts in its efforts to integrate Paul into the early Jerusalem community and the company of Jesus\' immediate followers. Like Luke, this author stresses the continuity of salvation history and places Paul within it as a subordinate of the Jerusalem authorities. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Polemical and controversial issues cannot be directly detected.130 If, however, any spoke of conflict between Paul and the Jerusalem leaders, either positively, as did Marcion, or negatively, as in the Clementines, one could point to the Epistula Apostolorum to correct these views. Although quite different from the roughly contemporary Irenaeus, this text likewise assumes Paul\'s regularity and legitimacy. Paul teaches nothing that Peter does not teach. False teachers and doctrine exist,131 but Paul cannot be linked to any of them. Unlike Irenaeus, Epistula Apostolorum is utterly innocent of Pauline theology.132 Although Pauline letters are cited by allusion, Epistula Apostolorum says nothing about Paul as an author. In balance, it is likely that the insertion of Paul into the Epistula Apostolorum was deemed important133 and that its purpose was to assure the readers that Paul belongs to what it views as, and eventually became, the mainstream. Otherwise stated: this report will correct opposing views of Paul. Epistula Apostolorum may be a rare voice of an Egyptian popular Christianity that lacked the sophistication of such Alexandrians as Clement and various Gnostics. 134 Egypt also contained some for whom Paul was primarily a teacher of righteousness.135 The Epistula Apostolorum shows the utilization of Pauline narratives within another narrative for purposes not unlike those of the canonical Acts, in a different and later context. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF PETER \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Peter exists, like the Acts of Paul, only in fragments.136 The martyrdom section, used, like that of Paul, in worship, alone survives in complete Greek witnesses. The subject of this section is the Actus Vercellenses Vere., a sixth- or seventh-century Latin piece derived from a translation made in the third or fourth century.137 The earliest certain attestation of the work is Eusebius H.B. 3.3.1-2, who places it among rejected Petrine writings.138 Third-century writers made use of the work, without attribution,139 and the thicket of intertextual relationships among the Acts of Peter, Paul, and John make it quite certain that the work existed in the last quarter of the second century.140 The general perspective of the Acts of Peter is quite unlike that of the Acts of Paul, for it opposes rigorism.141 Lapsed believers who repent are to be restored to communion, martyrdom is to be accepted but not pursued, and money may be received from those of questionable character. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Two-thirds of the original work survives, although not in its original state. The original evidently had two foci: Jerusalem and Rome. This is to say that travel was not a major focus of the Acts of Peter. Its hero was the leader of the church in two capitals, the Holy City of the biblical tradition and the imperial center. The shift in his location represents the movement from Jewish to gentile Christianity. Probably because of its combination with the Pseudo-Clementines,142 this section was removed and the book re-edited to account for gaps. The Pauline material Verc. 1-3 is a later addition to the Acts of Peter; it now begins the major surviving section. Two pieces from the earlier Jerusalem component survive, each edited in a strongly misogynist fashion to support celibacy.143 Both of these stories use miracle as a symbol and evidently sought, in their earlier form, to reinforce the view that God\'s ways may seem cruel but work out for the best. Other episodes may be implied. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Actus Vercellenses begins with Paul in Rome. After he leaves for Spain, Simon the magician of Acts 8 makes substantial inroads into the community. A vision summons Peter to Rome, where he engages in a lengthy contest with Simon, whom he utterly masters in a duel of miracles. Forestalled by Peter in an attempt to fly, Simon was injured and eventually died. Disruption of partnerships and marriages brought about by Peter\'s preaching lead to persecution. Advised of the plot, Peter leaves Rome but experiences an appearance of Christ the Quo Vadis episode and returns to Rome, where, at his request, he is crucified upside down, delivering a moving oration to his followers.144 Peter\'s death brought the persecution to a close. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Actus Vercellenses opens, in effect, where Acts left off, with the exception that Paul seems to be in prison, rather than in a private house,145 although he has regular contact with the faithful. Among his converts was Candida, the warden Quartus\' wife. She, in turn, brought her husband into the fold.146 That worthy, without making any reference to legal issues, instructs Paul to leave Rome and travel at his own discretion.147 Paul leaves the matter in God\'s hand. At the end of a three-day fast, he prayed and received a vision with an oracle directing him to become a physician to the Spaniards.148 The balance of the unit is an extended farewell scene.149 The faithful lament and recall, somewhat gratuitously, his arguments with Jewish leaders cf. Acts 28:17-31}, whom.he refuted by. saying that Christ, whom their fathers killed, had abrogated the ritual law. The people entreated Paul to restrict his Spanish mission to a year, at most, comparing the apostle to a mother who abandons her children. A public voice from heaven squelches their petitions. Paul will,be executed by Nero. This silences the protests and augments faith. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The narrative is aware of the tradition that Paul fulfilled his plans to visit Spain,150 but does not adopt the theory that Paul was acquitted at trial and later returned to Rome and re-arrest. The public voice from heaven is superior to private revelations received, for example, in Acts 9:15-16. Paul\'s commission comes from Christ. The immediate object of this divine intervention is pastoral: believers must not resist the will of God. The first paragraph has established three qualities of Paul: he is a missionary who can convert influential people,151 a pastor who nourishes the faithful, and a disputant who can rout rivals.152 He is, moreover, a privileged agent of God, one who communicates privately with the deity and publicly on God\'s behalf. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Chapter 2 describes the farewell liturgy,153 also set in a pastoral context. Paul celebrates a bread and water154 eucharist. Spiritual insight led him to rebuff one communicant, Rufina, who was involved in an adulterous relationship.155 She may be saved if she repents. In punishment, Rufina was paralyzed on one side and lost her speech.156 This incident panics the other believers, who wonder if they can be forgiven. The apostle responds with a brief address promising that those who abide in the moral requirements of their faith will be forgiven sins committed in ignorance. 157 As in the epistles e.g., Col. 3:5-17, his exhortations take the form of contrasting catalogues of virtues and vices. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In his subsequent prayer, Paul utilizes the Deutero-Pauline once ... now frame158 to characterize himself as a former blasphemer, persecutor, and enemy of Christ. This prayer makes the pastoral purpose of such passages as 1Tim.1:12-17 an apparent model159 explicit: if God forgave the abominable Paul, he can also forgive the likes of me. The faithful, recognizing their vulnerability, pray that Paul may return as soon as possible. This foreshadows the difficulty that will soon arise. Acts of Peter represents the venerable view that heresy could gain no foothold so long as the original apostles were present.160 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The final Pauline unit ch. 3 draws out the farewell through retardation. Among those conducting him to the harbor are representatives of all sorts and conditions, headed by a Senator, Demetrius.161 Unfavorable weather prevents an immediate departure. Paul sends messengers with this news, motivating large numbers to come by various means to be with Paul, who edifies them for three days before he finally departs. This unit reinforces the great love of the entire community for Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Paul of these secondary chapters is very much the Deutero-Paul found elsewhere: a gentile, to all intents and purposes, a sinner turned around by God; the chosen vessel; and a great spiritual leader. Grace stands at the center of his theology. He understands that grace is power, the source of faith, which equips believers. Even egregious sinners can repent and return.162 The purpose of the addition is clear: to place Paul on an equal footing with Peter who also advocates reception of the penitent in Rome, where both will lead in turn and in turn be martyred. The tendency to strengthen the relationship between the two apostles, first concelebrated in 1 Clement, will continue to develop.163 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Related texts include the Passion of Peter and Paul and the Acts of Peter and Paul. Sources of the Passion included the Acts of Peter, PseudoMarcellus below, the Clementines, and the Acts of Paul.164 The longer edition of the Passion opens with Paul\'s return from Spain to Rome, where he assists Peter, whose theology he shares, in debate with some Jews and in the conflict with Simon. Their joint prayers send the airborne Simon to his just doom.165 This event, rather than recalcitrant wives and concubines, 166 led to the condemnation of both, who die in ,the respective manners.167 Nero, too, soon dies.168 Paul\'s role is relatively minor in this account, but his link to Peter, which extended to their deaths, is dear. In that sense the Passion resolves matters that the Acts of Peter anticipated. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Acts of Peter and Paul, known as Ps.-Marcellus from the putative author a companion of Peter in the Acts of Peter, is a sixth- or seventh-century Greek text also available in various versions.169 Elaborations of Paul\'s travels and martyrdom give Paul a role more nearly equal to that of Peter. They are the two great lights. 170 A remarkable feature of this work is that it begins with data derived from Acts 28:10-15: Paul departs from Malta Gaudomeleta\'\' and stops at Syracuse, Rhegium ,171 Puteoli, Three Taverns, and the Forum of Appius. He follows this itinerary as a free man who can choose his own destination. Ps. Marcellus thus uses data from Acts while adopting the view of the Acts of Paul that Paul was not a prisoner.172 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After a number of adventures, Paul arrives in Rome, after which the story blends into the tradition of the Acts of Peter.173 This text was the most successful attempt to unify the ministries of Peter and Paul. As de Santos Otero observes, it amounted to a reJecuohilltlie earlier acts of the two apostles.174 One might add that this program also rejects the spirit of the major apocryphal acts of the apostles, each of which presented its hero in near isolation from the other apostles. Like some other later Acts, this book was summoned to the aid of ecclesiastical politics. In its rivalry with the New Rome of Constantinople, the old Rome could invoke the bones of the two greatest apostles of the faith. One example of that tendency is the Acts of Titus. Another is the Acts of Barnabas. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF BARNABAS \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Journeys and Witness of St Barnabas the Apostle, as it is entitled barely qualifies for a place in Lipsius-Bonnet\'s standard edition of apocryphal Acts, where it constitutes an Appendix.175 The work derives from the late fifth century. Its major purpose was to defend the autonomous character of the Church of Cyprus.176 The leading interest here is its treatment of the conflict between Paul and Barnabas Acts 15:36-39, which was quite troubling to patristic authorities and has influenced the text of this work.177 Both the purpose of the text and its geographical information indicate that Acts of Barnabas was composed in Crete. Probable sources include, in addition to Acts and Galatians, an old edition of the Acts of Mark, and the Acts of Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Mark, the point of contention in Acts 15:36-39, narrates the work in the first person singular. In contrast to Acts 12, Mark was of polytheist origin, a former servant of Cyrillus, high priest of Zeus, who was baptized by Paul, Barnabas, and Silas in Iconium.178 His story frames the account chs. 1-6; 24-26. The mission focuses upon the conflict with polytheism, the feasts and temples of which play a prominent role.179 This may well represent the continuance of popular festivals that even the baptized were reluctant to abandon.180 The agent who brings about the martyrdom of Barnabas is none other than Paul\'s old adversary Barjesus Acts 13:6-12. He foments the Jews to arrest and eventually lynch Barnabas chs. 8 and 23. Pursued by a Jewish mob, Mark and his companions were able to escape, arriving eventually in Alexandria, where Mark launched his mission.181 The narrative leaves no room for Mark to meet with Peter and compose his Gospel, nor was he an eyewitness to Jesus\' ministry. The focus of the central section is upon Mark\'s relations with Barnabas and Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 After Mark\'s baptism, Mark and Barnabas had paired visions, the content of which Barnabas commanded him to disclose to no one chs. 2-3. This establishes a link between the two and a distance from Paul, who is kept ignorant of God\'s plan for Mark. The mission to Cyprus had its point of origin in Iconium ch. 5.182 The Antiochene commission of Acts 13: 1-3 is implicitly contradicted, perhaps because that made no mention of John Mark. Chapter 5 reports that Mark spent two months in Perga, hoping to sail west, but was forbidden by the Spirit to do so. Learning that the apostles were in Antioch, he went there. Once again, the account expands and contradicts Acts 13:14; cf. 15:38, which implies that Mark deserted Paul and Barnabas on his own initiative. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The portrait of Paul in chs. 6-10 is neither heroic nor edifying; to the modern reader, at least, it is amusing. Mark found the apostle sick in bed183 and furious with him because of his delay in Pamphylia. Mark avoided Paul for some time and finally begged his forgiveness by kneeling before him for several weeks, but to no avail. It transpires that Mark had retained some parchments while at Perga.184 Their work at Antioch completed, the two decided to evangelize the East and then return to Cyprus for a pastoral visit. Barnabas wanted to go to Cyprus first while Lucius proposed Cyrene185. Paul received a vision directing him to Jerusalem. Barnabas nonetheless continued to press the case of Cyrpus. Tue result was a big fight, one not ameliorated by Barnabas\' proposal that he and Paul take Mark with them. The other believers supported this plan. In the end, Paul-who is clearly Barnabas\' superior rather than a colleague whom Barnabas had recruitedsaid that, if Barnabas were to take Mark, he should go on his own. The two then made up, with a full ration of tears and prayers. Barnabas affirmed that they would not meet again, as he was to die in Cyprus. Paul, for his part, reported a vision of the Lord who told him not to resist Barnabas\' plans, while he was to go to Jerusalem and learn of his own fate. The situation in view is more like that of Acts 20-21 Paul\'s final journey to Jerusalem than to Acts 15. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although Acts of Barnabas seeks to justify Mark\'s action and Barnabas\' continuing support of him, it does so by portraying Paul as stubborn and irascible, slow to forgive and unwilling to forget. The narrator obviously relied upon evidence and intimations from the epistles suggesting that the great apostle could be difficult. With that view many modern readers will agree. It is the most candid and unflattering portrait of Paul in early Christian literature, ad hoc but not without some careful exploration of the tradition. In the end, the whole controversy is patched up with - mutual good wishes and visions, which are shared, if at all, after matters has been decided. God decided the outcome, to be sure, but with support from Paul that came too little and too late. Those who write laudatory biographies of the apostle to the gentiles will not invoke these Acts as evidence. Barnabas could not, evidently, be the patron of Cyprus without establishing his reasons for separating from Paul.186 Even more importantly, the founder and patron of the Alexandrian church could not be portrayed as a Pauline reject.187 It was necessary to show, with or without delicacy and divine intervention, that Paul was wrong about Mark. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE ACTS OF TITUS \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Tue Acts of Titus188 is very similar to the work just discussed. Probably written c. 550-600, it focuses upon ecclesiastical issues and conflicts with polytheism. The form of the work is unlike most of the various Acts, biographical, following the subject from birth to death and covering most of the standard topics.189 Like the correspondence between Seneca and Paul,190 this story deals with the problems of well-educated people faced with the poor literary quality of the Christian scriptures. Titus himself was a Hellene of high social standing. Paul did not convert him-in fact, Titus was a very early believer. The information about Paul is unremarkable. He did authorize Titus to engage in missionary work Titus preceded Paul to every missionary site ch. 4. Paul\'s status can be taken for granted. His character requires no defense or exposition. The Pauline itinerary is, of necessity, different, including a foray to Crete, which was evangelized before Ephesus ch. 5.191 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 XANTHIPPE \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Life and Conduct of the Holy Women Xanthippe, Polyxena, and Rebecca,192 commonly known as the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena Xan, makes rich use of various apocryphal acts of the apostles, as well as the canonical book, in the construction of a short Christian novel. The date is difficult to determine. M. R. James suggested the middle of the third century. Stefan Davies proposes 190-250,193 though the language of the extant edition cannot be earlier than c. 400.194 Note also the apparent use of the Acts of Philip. An Eastern provenance is likely. Spain is a closed book for the author, who cannot identify a single place in the Iberian Peninsula. All of the characters except Probus have Greek names. Greece, the other scene of action, may be a likely place of composition, but the geography of Greece is no less vague than that of Spain.Xanthippe is closer in content to the ancient romantic novels than any of the other works surveyed in this chapter. The work falls into two parts, rather like the Jewish novel Aseneth, with a conversion story in the first part and adventures in the second. Chapters 1-21 relate the initiation of Xanthippe by Paul during his mission to Spain, with the normal consequent marital difficulties, all happily resolved by the eventual baptism of her husband.195 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Xanthippe came equipped with a beautiful younger sister, Polyxena. Chapters 22-42 relate her story, beginning with her kidnapping by a rival of her suitor, assisted by a gang of bandits. They set sail for Babylonia.196 Cast upon the Greek shore by a storm, she was rescued by Philip, who had been warned of her arrival in a vision. 197 Polyxena fled in the face of an attack by the bandits. Through the assistance of a lioness and the apostle Andrew apostles were thick on the ground in Greece just then198, she and a Jewish slave named Rebecca received baptism, after which Andrew left them to their own devices.199 An official presently kidnapped the ravishing Polyxena, while a private soldier had to be content with the possession of Rebecca. The non-compliant Polyxena is condemned but, like Thecla, finds a friendly lion. Eventually she makes her way back to Spain. A barbarian assault and her attempt to do away with herself rather than face a fate worse than death enlivened this voyage. Xanthippe conforms to the popular convention of There and back. In structure and plot, it is a Christian alternative to romantic novels such as An Ephesian Story. Even ,by the standards of that terse production, Xanthippe is so brief that the second part reads like an outline that would serve a narrator as an aidememoire.200 Paul is the chief religious authority, the equal, at least, of other japostles, but he enjoys no adventures.201 All of those are experienced by women, as the title aptly indicates. This is not an Acts of Paul, Xanthippe, and others. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The story opens in Spain. Probus, an official, sent his slave to Rome with messages. While there the slave happened to hear the message of Paul, the truly golden and beautiful nightingale. This purple patch effectively characterizes the preaching of the apostle.202 The slave is smitten, but must return. The theme of a cult diffused through a slave illustrates a famous thesis of historians of religion. 203 Both this slave and Mme. Probus, our very own Xanthippe, fall sick with longing for the faith. Their symbolic language about illness clearly intelligible to the Christian reader leads Probus to believe that the sickness is physical and that Paul is a conventional physician chs. 1-2.204 Physician was applied metaphorically to Christ. 205 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In due course, The preacher and teacher and illuminator of the world arrived in Spain. The circumstances conform to the Actus Vercellenses of Peter.206 The epithets conform to the Deutero-Pauline portrait of the apostle. Xanthippe is sick with religious love, and longs to touch his, garments ch. 7.207 When the poor Probus learns of Paul\'s presence, he rushes into the street and beseeches him to come to his house. Xanthippe\'s spiritual insight reveals that upon his forehead are the words Paul the herald of God. She washes Paul\'s feet with her hair cf. Luke 7:38. These parallels to interactions between Jesus and women help nurture the implicit paulology of this story. Paul is Christ to Xanthippe. The success of Paul\'s mission is described in terms reminiscent of the gospel.208 The apostle has the power to remit sins.209 His suffering is vicarious.210 After a normal series of adventures she is rewarded by a christophany, when the savior appears in the form of Paul ch. 15.211 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Chapter 22 introduces Polyxena. She had a threatening dream, in which Christ appeared in the form of Paul. Xanthippe advised her to receive baptism the very next day, then left to hear Paul. Kidnappers disrupted this plan. As she was finally preparing, following her diverse adventures narrated above, to return home, Onesimus212 breaks into the narrative in the first person ch. 38213. While en route to Paul in Spain, with letters ch. 41, Onesimus received a vision directing him to pick up the two women and convey them to Paul. Weather prevented their departure. This was providential, for it gave Lucius probably Luke214 opportunity to convert the entire city. Upon their return, they are welcomed by Paul. Both Polyxena\'s kidnapper who has returned by some unreported route and means 215 and her former suitor abandon their schemes upon receipt of baptism. Just as in romantic novels, the entire populace celebrates the return of a heroine.216 Polyxena, however, will remain a virgin and never let Paul rather than a husband out of her sight. Nothing is said of Paul\'s eventual return to Rome. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The text is not clear about marital sex. Although Paul appears to endorse lawful marriage for those who burn, his subsequent words to Probus imply that sex is best avoided, and readers may conclude that the two will live in chastity, since Xanthippe had withdrawn from his bed after baptism. Polyxena will never marry. The surface interpretation is that baptism precludes marriage and that baptism after marriage should\npreclude sex, but this is not certain. The evident ambiguity may be due to subsequent editing of an earlier anti-sexual text.217 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The apostle of Xan is the typical hero oflater Paulinism. He possesses all of the qualities-universal missionary, divinely guided hero, surrogate savior-of the tradition, and evidently works alone, with the support of various colleagues, but Paul is not the only or an isolated apostle.218 This image is taken for granted in this little novel, in which Paul\'s chief function is to ignite the plot. Many Christian authorities would have found Xanthippe and company preferable heroines to Thecla, for they do not challenge valid authority acting correctly in its proper sphere. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 APOCALYPSES \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In so far as they relate the content of visions, apocalypses are narratives. A popular type in early Judaism and Christianity featured tours of heaven and hell. 219 One of the most widespread and influential examples of this type was the Apocalypse of Paul Visio Pauli.220 The original was probably composed in Greek, possibly in Egypt, c. 250. The most familiar form of the piece is a Latin text of the fifth and sixth centuries. This is incomplete and not well organized. So many editions in various languages exist that Richard Bauckham characterized the remnants as a collection of literature. 221 The ApocPl became the most popular apocalypse of its type and exercised a vast influence upon Christian art and literature, culminating in the great achievement of Dante. The extent of its popularity is manifest in the number of editions and translations into ancient and later vernacular languages, although its relatively thin attestation by theologians might lead one to conclude that ApocPl was an obscure text.222 The present form of the edition can be dated to c. 390, as it reports the discovery of the long-hidden book in Tarsus at that time.223 The work is orthodox, meting out stringent penalties for those who deny the virgin birth and the resurrection chs. 41,-42. A monastic, ascetic interest is patent. Clergy who commit sexual sins or neglect the poor also receive harsh treatment chs. 34-36. Virgins of either sex receive a seven-fold greater reward than the.married ch. 22. Still and all, the focus of the piece is upon God\'s love and mercy. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although apocalypses were attributed to other apostles, Paul was a natural, since he reported that he had received a heavenly vision 2 Car. 12:2-4.224 For the figures of salvation history, from Adam to Abraham, the Patriarchs to Moses, and the prophets, Paul is the apostolic missionary e.g., ch. 20 and the recipient of considerable praise as a guide to souls and for his powers of persuasion e.g., ch. 51. He is often hailed as the beloved of God e.g., chs. 20, 47, 48, and is the recipient of macarisms blessed are you ... , for example, chs. 49-50. At the close available only in Coptic, Paul returned from his tour of the other worlds to the Mount of Olives where he joins the other apostles. The heavenly world had salutations for Peter and John, but especially for Paul: Greetings, Paul, honored letter-writer . Greetings Paul, mediator of the covenant! Greetings, Paul, roof and foundation of the church. This is the most complete integration of Paul into the apostolic college known from the ancient world. It silently refutes both the Paul of the letters and the Paul of Acts, who had a post-resurrection career as a persecutor of the church. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Through his intercession, those suffering in hell will receive a doubtless welcome day off each Sunday ch. 44. Paul is, readers may safely conclude, a rather important and influential person. An angel predicts that he will defeat the accuser in the underworld.225 This makes him an agent rather than simply a herald of salvation, and sets the stage for the next work to be considered. In this once-famous apocalypse Paul is the apostle par excellence, recognized as such by God, implicitly, the heavenly Lord, and every prominent figure from the Hebrew Bible. Things do not get much better than this. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The Coptic Apocalypse of Paul, which probably dates from the second century,226 is preserved in the Nag Hammadi Library V, 2; 17,19-24,9.227 It stands first in a group of four writings designated as apocalypses. The classification is based upon the title rather than upon its apparent genre.228 A Greek original is presumed. This book is among the earliest efforts to associate the vision report of 2 Cor. 12:2-4 with Paul\'s conversion experience related in Gal. 1: 15-17. It therefore contradicts Acts 9:1 -19a. The author may not have known-or honored-Acts. Knowledge of epistles is certain, as there are citations of or allusions to 2 Corinthians, Galatians, and Ephesians. The text has one undisputedly Gnostic passage 19, 1-7, and represents the creator god, who resides in the seventh heaven, as inferior to higher beings 22,24-23,30. Murdock and MacRae believe that it represents the Valentinian reception and estimation of Paul in the second century.229 If Paul is not superior to the other apostles, he is certainly their full peer 19, 14-19. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Some of the opening is lost. Paul has encountered a little child the puer speciosus, one form taken by the Savior230. It transpires that he is upon a mountain a favored site for epiphanies, the mountain of Jericho. That site evokes the apparent initial scene of the Acts of Paul.231 Paul asks the youth for directions to Jerusalem-a feature not in harmony with Galatians, although it could fit the Acts of Paul. The child says, I know who you are Paul. You are he who was blessed from his mother\'s womb. For I have to you so that you may to your fellow 232 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 I know who you are is reasonable enough, but it also evokes demonic recognitions of Jesus Mark 1:24. The macarism transforms Gal. 1:15 into a statement like that made about Jesus in Luke 1 :42. When caught up to the third heaven cf. 2 Cor. 12:2, Paul sees the twelve beneath him. At 21:30 it is not clear whether they are ahead of him; in 22:14-15 Paul leads them. In the Ogdoad [eighth heaven, 23,29-24,3 ] the apostles greet Paul and accompany him upward. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 In the seventh heaven, the apostle responds to a question of the elderly, enthroned, resplendent figure the Demiurge, inferior creator god by saying: I am going down to the world of the dead in order to lead captive the captivity that was led captive in the captivity of Babylon. 233 The immediate source of this saying is Eph. 4:8: Therefore it is said, \'When he ascended on high he made captivity itself a captive; he gave gifts to his people\'. The author of Ephesians had applied Ps. 68: 19 to the victory of Christ. In the Coptic ApocPl, the apostle applies it to himself. He is a redeemer in his own right. One may argue that this is a transformation of Paul\'s own view that the preaching of the message is an eschatological event 2 Cor. 6:1-2. This is the most remarkable and dramatic presentation of Paul as a redeemer, because he is the source of redemption. No less remarkable is its basis: a Pauline citation about the work of Christ. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Several features of these two apocalypses coincide. Each applies macarisms to the apostle; each fully aligns him with the Twelve, and that not to his disadvantage; and each describes his descent as a means of salvation.234 The two apocalypses are evidently connected by a no longer readily recoverable intertextual web. The simplest solution is to posit that a Greek edition of the text now extant in Coptic served as a source for the theologically purified Latin edition, but this is not the sole possibility. These apocalypses show the continuation of the Deutero-Pauline efforts to magnify Paul\'s role in salvation history, with the concomitant shift from portraying him as the sole apostle the letters or as a non-apostle who is the great witness to the ends of the earth Acts to making him a peer, perhaps prim us inter pares, of the original twelve. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 THE PSEUDO-CLEMENTINES \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Among the writings purporting to stem from Clement of Rome is a work based upon, or using as a model, a novel of the family type. It probably appeared in west Syriac. 250.235 From extensive revisions there remain the Homilies Hom., which exhibit Arian sympathies, and the Recognitions Rec., which survives in Latin and Syriac translations.236 The Clementines237 are difficult to characterize.238 Tuey are rather rationalistic, like the Apologists, although with speculative tinges, but display a stridently anti-Pauline, Judeo-Christian orientation. From a literary perspective, the Pseudo-Clementines may be compared to the apocryphal acts of the apostles, in so far as they treat Peter\'s travels, conflicts, and message, but this dimension, like the novel framework, is in danger of being swamped by the concentration upon sermons. For a summary of the complex plot, it is difficult to improve upon that of the late Bishop of Durham, Joseph Barber Lightfoot239: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Clement, a noble Roman citizen, was connected by birth with the family of the Caesars. His father Faustus was a near relation and a foster brother of the reigning emperor, and had married one Mattidia, likewise Caesar\'s kinswoman. From this union had sprung two elder sons, Faustinus and Faustianus,240 who were twins, and our hero Clement, who was born many years after his brothers. At the time when Clement first comes before our notice, he is alone in the world. Many years ago, when he was still an infant, his mother had left home to escape dishonourable overtures from her husband\'s brother, and had taken her two elder sons with her. Not wishing to reveal his brother\'s turpitude to Faustus, she feigned a dream which warned her to leave home for a time with her twin children. Accordingly she set sail for Athens. After her departure her brother-in-law accused her to her husband of infidelity to her marriage vows. A storm arose at sea, the vessel was wrecked on the shores of Palestine, and she was separated from her children, whom she supposed to have been drowned. Thus she was left a lone woman dependent on the charity of others. The two sons were captured by pirates and sold241 to Justa the Syrophoenician woman mentioned in the Gospels,242 who educated them as her own children, giving them the names Aquila and Nicetes. As they grew up they became fellow-disciples of Simon Magus, whose doctrines they imbibed. Eventually however they were brought to a better mind by the teaching of Zacchaeus,243 then a visitor to those parts; and through his influence they attached themselves to S. Peter, whom they accompanied from that time forward on his missionary circuits. They were so engaged at the moment when the narrative, to which we owe this account of their career, presents them to our notice. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Their father Faustus, as the years rolled on and he obtained no tidings of his wife and two elder children, determined after many fruitless enquiries to go in search of them himself. Accordingly he set sail for the east, leaving at home under the charge of guardians his youngest son Clement, then a boy of twelve years. From that time, forward Clement heard nothing more of his father and suspected that he had died of grief or been drowned in the sea. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Thus Clement grew up to man\'s estate a lonely orphan. From his childhood he had pondered the deep questions of philosophy, till they took such hold on his mind that he could not shake them off. On the immortality of the soul more especially he had spent much anxious thought to no purpose. The prevailing philosophical systems had all failed to give him the satisfaction which his heart craved. At length-it was during the reign of Tiberius Caesar-a rumour reached the imperial capital, that an inspired teacher had appeared in Judaea, working miracles and enlisting recruits for the kingdom of God. This report determined him to sail to Judaea. Driven by stress of wind to Alexandria244 and landing there, he fell in with one Barnabas, a Hebrew245 and a disciple of the divine teacher, and from him received his first lessons in the Gospel. From Alexandria he sailed to Caesarea, where he found Peter,246 to whom he had been commended by Barnabas.247 By S. Peter he was further instructed in the faith, and from him he received baptism. He attached himself to his company, and attended him on his subsequent journeys. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 At the moment when Clement makes the acquaintance of S. Peter, the Apostle has arranged to hold a public discussion with Simon Magus. Clement desires to know something about this false teacher, and is referred to Aquila and Nicetes, who give him an account of Simon\'s antecedents and of their own previous connexion with him. The public discussion commences, but is broken off abruptly by Simon, who escapes from Caesarea by stealth.248 Saint Peter follows him from city to city, providing the antidote to his baneful teaching. On the shores of the island of Aradus,249 Peter falls in with a beggar woman, who had lost the use of her hands. In answer to his enquiries she tells him that she was the wife of a powerful nobleman, that she left home with her two elder sons for reasons which she explains, and that she was shipwrecked and has lost her children at sea. Peter is put off the right scent for the time by her giving feigned names from shame.250 But the recognition is only delayed. Clement finds in this beggar woman his long-lost mother, and the Apostle heals her ailment. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Aquila and Nicetes had preceded the Apostle to Laodicea. When he arrives there, they are surprised to find a strange woman in his company. He relates her story. They are astounded and overjoyed. They declare themselves to be the lost Faustinus and Faustinianus, and she is their mother. It is needless to add that she is converted and baptised. After her baptism they betake themselves to prayer. While they are returning, Peter enters into conversation with an old man whom he had observed watching the proceedings by stealth. The old man denies the power of prayer. Everything, he says, depends on a man\'s nativity. A friend of his, a noble Roman, had had the horoscope of his wife cast. It foretold that she would prove unfaithful to him and be drowned at sea. Everything had come to pass in accordance with the prediction. Peter\'s suspicions are roused by the story; he asks this friend\'s name, and finds that he was none other than Faustus the husband of Mattidia. The reader\'s penetration will probably by this time have gone a step farther and divined the truth, which appears shortly afterwards. The narrator is himself Faustus, and he had represented the circumstances as happening to a friend, in order to conceal his identity. Thus Clement has recovered the last of his lost relatives, and the \'recognitions\' are complete. One other incident however is necessary to crown the story. Faustus is still a heathen. But the failure of Mattidia\'s horoscope has made a breach in the citadel of his fatalism, and it is stormed by S. Peter. He yields to the assault and is baptised. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This survey must acknowledge the issue of the sources of the PseudoClementines, the numerous and thorny problems regarding which it will not engage. Scholarly consensus agrees that the anti-Pauline texts to be examined, Recognitions 1.27-71; the Epistula Petri 2, and Homilies 17.13-19, derive from sources.251 In the Pseudo-Clementines, Peter is closely allied with and subordinate to James, who is the Bishop of Jerusalem and effectively the ecumenical patriarch. The primacy of James suggests an anti-Pauline orientation. F. Stanley Jones has studied the question of a source behind Rec. 1.27-71specifically,1.27.1-44.1, 53.4-71.6.252 He identifies Matthew as the name of the putative author of this text, which he dates c. 200.253 Sources included the LXX, Jubilees, Matthew, Luke, Acts, Hegesippus, Justin, and possibly the Gospel of the Ebionites. Gerd Ludemann characterizes this material as ... virtually ... a competitor with Acts ... intentionally sets out to correct a section of Luke\'s Acts with its own version of the story. 254 The thesis of this material is that Paul was to blame for the failure ofJames to convert his fellow Jews.255 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Recognitions 1.27-39256 present a review of salvation history, with certain particular features.257 Chapter 39 describes the appearance of the prophet announced by Moses.258 He demanded the cessation of animal sacrifice, which was to be replaced with water baptism as a means of forgiveness. The people rejected him and had him crucified. This deed was changed to good ch. 40. Rejection by the people authorized the conversion of gentiles 42.1. Under the leadership of James, the Jerusalem community prospered. At the climax of a series of disputes between the apostles and the priestly leadership, James goes to the temple with the entire community of believers ch. 66. Gamaliel, a secret believer and a spy within the Council, spoke first. James was then invited to say his piece-and quite a piece it was. After seven days everyone, including the high priest, was on the verge of baptism. At this point 70.1, a hostile person entered to disrupt proceedings259 and throw James down the temple steps, leaving him for dead. 260 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 This enemy is Paul. The epithet comes from the Parable of the Wheat and the Weeds Matt. 13:24-30, in which an enemy secretly planted wheat-like weeds in the crop vv. 25, 28. The originator of this interpretation understood the parable as an allegory of salvation history and assigned to Paul the role most readers would attribute to a satanic adversary. Paul is thus portrayed as an agent of the evil one.261Recognitions 1.71 confirms this when Gamaliel reports that the enemy had been sent to Damascus to attack the believers.262 These incidents portray in narrative form the author\'s thesis: Paul halted James\' mission when it was on the verge of complete success. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Introducing the Pseudo-Clementines are several authenticating texts. The Letter of Peter to James Epistula Petri accompanies Peter\'s Preachings kerygmata. James is Peter\'s brother in the faith, but also lord and bishop of the holy church 1.1. The writer\'s goal is the proper protection and dissemination of James\' thought. The model for this activity is the Jewish practice of guarding tradition. Following this is the Contestatio, a narrative of a covenant ceremony, somewhat reminiscent of the ceremony of the Qumran community,263 in which the presbyters solemnly engage to follow the regulations for the protection of these books. Finally comes a letter from Clement to James, the lord and bishop of bishops, who governs the holy church of the Hebrews at Jerusalem and those which by the providence of God have been well founded everywhere, together with the presbyters and deacons and all the other believers. 264 After considerable praise of Peter, Clement describes his ordination by Peter as his successor, including a homily on the duties of a bishop chs. 3-19. The Pseudo-Clementines extend their claims from Jerusalem to Rome. This letter serves to introduce the novel, a copy of which accompanies it. The use ofletters is probably a distant reflection of the Pauline practice.265 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Warnings in 1.2-5 and 3.1-2 frame the EpPetri. The reason for stringent precautions emerges in 2.3: For some from among the gentiles have rejected my lawful preaching and have preferred a lawless and absurd doctrine of the man who is my enemy. 2.4. And indeed some have attempted, whilst I am still alive, to distort my words by interpretations of many sorts, as if I taught the dissolution of the law and, although I was of this opinion, did not express it openly. But that may God forbid! 266 Galatians 2 is in mind, in particular 2: 11-14, 17. Peter borrows the words of Gal. 2: 17 to rob Paul\'s gospel of validity.267 The author reinforces the permanence of the Torah with citations from Matt. 5:18 and 24:35. The enemy of James is also the enemy of Peter. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Peter\'s principal enemy in the apocryphal tradition was Simon of Samaria the magician . In contrast to the proto-orthodox tradition, the Pseudo-Clementines hold that the false always precedes the true. The result is a series of syzygies;\' pairs of representatives of one and the other. This pattern can be traced throughout salvation history Hom. 2.15-18. Simon therefore preceded Peter. Homilies 2.17.2-3 reads: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 There came as the first the one who was among those that are born of women, 268 and after that there appeared the one who was among the sons of men. Whoever follows this order can discern by whom Simon, who as the first came before me to the gentiles, was sent forth, and to whom I belong who appeared later than he did and came in upon him as light upon darkness, as knowledge upon ignorance, as healing upon sickness. 269 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Although Simon is given the traditional Gnostic biography Hom. 2.22-26, he represents Paul. The Pseudo-Clementines slandered Paul\'s views by placing them in the mouth of one of early Christianity\'s great villains. All that Paul said and did can be dismissed via this ad hominem claim. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Homilies 2.17.13-19 are part of a debate between Peter and Simon. Tue former claims that association with Jesus and instruction by him are superior to visions and dreams. Peter knows that sinners can experience dreams, while visions can be conjured by demons. Proper discourse among friends is oral and clear, not involving enigmatic speech or appeals to visions, for they entail uncertainty. The issue is the question of whether someone like Paul could offer a message of equal validity with the associates of the historical Jesus.270 There is at least one clear allusion to 1 Cor. 15:1-8. Peter\'s case rests upon his confession Matt. 16:13-20271. If Simon\'s commission by way of a vision were valid, his message would be the same as that of Peter and James.272 On two grounds his doctrine cannot stand: it does not harmonize with that of the acknowledged leaders, and its basis is untrustworthy. As even a casual reading of the epistles will confirm, these conflicts go back to Paul\'s own lifetime. The Pseudo-Clementines show that they remained alive at the close of the second century.273 In the end, it is difficult to understand the persistence of these views beyond affirmation that Paul was an early bad guy, for, if the Pseudo-Clementines reflect the requirement that Jewish males by birth be circumcised-and this may be a residue from the past-they exhibit a hostility to the cult that surpasses anything in Paul and retain only the so-called moral law, with which Paul was in essential agreement. All in all, the chief surprise is that the overt anti-Paulinism was not more thoroughly expurgated from the tradition. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Another text that plays an important role in the debate over the sources of the Pseudo-Clementines is the Ascents or Steps of James.274 The title comes from the speech and fate of James on the temple steps e.g., Rec. 1.65-70. The work is mentioned by the arduous, if a notch or two below brilliant, fourth-century Bishop of Salamis, Epiphanius, who collected many descriptions of heretical sects in his Panarion, a heresiological pharmacology. In that he states: \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 They call other acts \'of the apostles.\' In these there is much that is full of impiety. There they armed themselves against the truth in no minor way. 7 Now they set out certain steps and guides in the Steps of James as if he expounds against the temple and sacrifices and against the fire on the altar and many other things full of babble. 8 Hence, they are not ashamed of denouncing even Paul here through certain contrived falsehoods of their pseudoapostles\' villainy and deceit. They say, on the one hand, that he was a Tarsian, as he himself declares and does not deny. On the other hand, they assert that he was from the Greeks by taking a pretext in the passage spoken by him through love of the truth, \'I am a Tarsian, a citizen of no ignoble city\' . 9 Then they say that he was a Greek, the child of both a Greek mother and a Greek father, that he went to Jerusalem and remained there a while, that he desired to marry a priest\'s daughter,275 that for this reason he became a proselyte and was circumcised, that when he still did not receive such a girl276 he became angry and wrote against circumcision and against the Sabbath and the law.277 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The claim that Paul was inspired by a worldly motive is typical of religious polemic. Asserting that Paul was a gentile contradicts Phil. 3:4-6. The basis is Acts, which is cited. The exegesis is not without justice, for it recognizes that it would have been difficult for a practicing Jew to obtain full citizenship at Tarsus, which required not only participation in polytheist worship, but two citizen parents. The characterization also builds\nupon the image of Paul as a man who could not manage his anger.278 It is also interesting that Epiphanius rightly rejects the claim that James opposed the temple cult, although this would have been congenial to the theme of perfect harmony among the apostles. The thesis that Paul was a gentile is also in harmony with the Deutero-Pauline tradition, which often makes him effectively such in the interest of encouraging gentile converts.279 This venomous legend attests to the depths of anti-Paulinism in certain Jewish-Christian circles.280 That subject will continue to receive attention in the subsequent chapter. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 CONCLUSION \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 The portraits in these narratives vary considerably, from the hero portrayed in the canonical Acts to the villain of the Pseudo-Clementine tradition. Among the pro-Pauline writings, the Acts of Paul presents the most distinct portrait. There an anti-establishment Paul survives. Otherwise, the Deutero-Pauline tradition tends to yield to the understanding of Paul among the apostles. Rather than the subordinate of Jerusalem who ran his own mission, Paul is accepted into the apostolic college and granted his own spheres oflabor. His ultimate close association with Peter came to stand as a symbol of church unity and as a powerful argument for the claims of the church in the imperial capital. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 From the outset Christians at Rome were not shy about their two most distinguished local martyrs: Peter and Paul. The historical Paul focused upon his relations with Peter. These ended in disappointment Gal. 1-2. In 1 Peter and 1 Clement Paul is the more important of the two.281 By the height of the Patristic era, Peter had become the more prominent, because he was the leader of the others and thus earthly head of the church. Up to the middle of the fifth century, the two apostolic martyrs held an equal place as founders of the Roman community. That this was not true is demonstrated by Paul\'s letter to the Romans, but few sought to challenge the claim.282 The edited Acts of Peter Vere. 23 portrays them as a tag team: Peter goes to Rome to replace the absent Paul. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 By c. 170, Dionysius of Corinth could depict the two as teaching together in Italy and as martyred in close temporal proximity. 283 He was not motivated by a desire to augment the prestige of Rome. The culmination of this process, which can be seen in a number of the later acts, amounted to replacement of the earlier Acts of Paul and the Acts of Peter: The two worked together and died together.284 Its liturgical symbol is the selection of a single day 29 June to mark their joint martyrdom. The Decretum Gelasianum, of the early -sixth century and probably of Italian origin, assigns to heretics the view that the two did not work and die as a pair.285 In due course, Peter and Paul would oust Romulus and Remus as patrons ofRome.286 This was not unrelated to ecclesiastical politics and was stimulated by the rise of Constantinople as a new and Christian Rome.287 In the end, in poetry rather than mere fact, Peter and Paul joined hands in God\'s service. This is the eschatological conclusion to Paul in early Christian narrative.288 \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Narratives about Paul confirm the opening claim of this book that Paul has long been both a great hero and a nefarious villain within Christian circles. The data and portrait set forth in the canonical Acts exercised substantial influence over subsequent accounts, including those that had no interest in exalting Paul. The narratives excepting the Acts of Paul do not follow the Deutero-Pauline letters in portraying Paul as the only apostle worth mentioning. Integration of him into the apostolic circle is either assumed or demonstrated. In some cases, this involves subordination e.g., Epistula Apostolorum; 3 Corinthians, a major object of which is to show congruity between his teaching and that of the other apostles. The Coptic Apocalypse of Paul evidently places him in a superior position. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Another noteworthy component of the narrative tradition is the representation of Paul as a savior figure in his own right. The means for this vary considerably. It is most notable in the close of the Acts of Paul and the Coptic Apocalypse, but it can be observed in the canonical Acts and in such a relatively late orthodox work as Xanthippe and Polyxena. Here continuity with the Deutero-Pauline letters is present, for Colossians already elevated Paul\'s trials to a soteriological level. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Identification of trajectories and common tlireads Should not obscure the wealth of variety and creativity displayed by these disparate authors over several centuries. The narrative established by Luke continued to exercise a potent influence, already apparent in the Acts of Paul, which sought to modify its content, and even in the Pseudo-Clementines, which do Acts the honor of rewriting it to reflect a thoroughly contrary viewpoint. Beginning with Acts, Christians of various orientations sought to make Paul the subject of biographical narrative and thus, to complete the circle, a figure resembling Jesus. \n\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 Notes \n1. See chapter 7. \n2. On the term INSERT TEXT acts, deeds as a title, see Richard I. Pervo, Acts, Hermeneia Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2009, 29-30. The original title of Acts, if one existed, is unknown. \n3. For a survey of research, see Paul-Gerhard Miiller, Der \'Paulinismus\' in der Apostelgeschichte. Ein Forschungsgeschichtlicher Überblick, in Paulus in den Neutestamentlichen Spätschriften: Zur Paulusrezeption im Neuen Testament, ed. Karl Kertlege; QD 89 Freiburg: Herder, 1981, 157-201. \n4. Zahn\'s work remains valuable because of his monumental erudition and unflagging energy. He was not immune to excesses of speculation. Lightfoot also remains valuable, particularly because of the clarity, honesty, and logic with which he addressed questions. \n5. The English translation, The Acts of the Apostles, trans. and ed. B. Noble et al. Philadelphia: Westminster, 1971, was based upon the 1965 edition. \n6. M. Dibelius, Studies in the Acts of the Apostles, trans. M. Ling and P. Schubert; ed. H. Greeven New York: Scribner\'s, 1956. \n7. See Karl Löning, Paulinismus in der Apostelgeschichte, in Kertlege, ed., Paulus, 202-34; Daniel Marguerat, L\'image de Paul dans les Actes des Apotres, in Les Actes des Apotres: Histoire, recit, theologie. XX congres de l\'Association catholique franraise pour l\'etude de la Bible Angers, 2003 , ed. M. Berder; LD 199 Paris: Cerf, 2005, 121-54. See Marguerat, ed., La Reception du paulinsime dans les Actes des Apotres. \n8. See Table 6. \n9. See Pervo, Acts, 14-18. \n10. So Andreas Lindemann, Paulus im iiltesten Christentum, BHT 58 Tubingen: Mohr Siebeck, 1979, 49-50. \n11. The same observation may be made about many, perhaps most, modern historians. Many books about the founding fathers of the U.S., for example, are explicit or implicit programs or tracts about how contemporary problems should be addressed. The difference is, however, clear. A biography of Thomas Jefferson that had him addressing same-sex marriage or arms-reduction treaties would be the object oflaughter. Luke\'s Paul is anachronistic. \n12. Ernst Haenchen The Acts of the Apostles, trans. and ed. B. Noble et al.[Philadelphia: Westminster, 1971], 904 says: The Lucan Paul lacks much that the real Paul possessed, perhaps the best. But again the Lucan Paul also possesses much that was lacking from the real Paul, and yet was necessary if he was to be portrayed as the Christian witness to the truth in his time. \n13. In effect, both Paul and Luke see natural theology as an equalizer. See Richard I. Pervo, The Paul of Acts. \n14. See Richard I. Pervo, Dating Acts: Between the Evangelists and the Apologists Santa Rosa, Calif.: Polebridge, 2006, 51-147. Evidence for the use of 2 Thessalonians is lacking. \n15. Pervo, Acts, 5-7. \n16. Acts 15 is the pivot. Peter gives the first speech, supporting the mission to convert gentiles without requiring them to observe Torah. In a short speech of his own, James agrees, then announces the decison vv. 7-21. The torch has been passed on. \n17. Compare Ephesians\' revision ofColossians. \n18. Paul stated Gal. 1:16-17 that his call included the commission to convert gentiles. \n19. In Acts unlike Luke, the important quality of the Pharisaic party is its affirmation of\nresurrection 23:6-12. \n20. On Paul and the virtues, see John C. Lentz, Jr., Luke\'s Portrait of Paul, SNTSM, 77 Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1993, 62-104. \n21. See Richard I. Pervo, Profit with Delight Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1987, 77-81. Lentz, Luke\'s Portrait of Paul, 66, contrasts this model of discipleship to that of the Gospel of Luke. \n22. See Table 6. \n23. It is inappropriate to distinguish between miraculous and non-miraculous in constructing such lists. Speaking can be no less inspired than exorcizing cf. Acts 6:8-15; Luke 12:11-12. \n24. Note also Titus, the memory of whom is expunged from Acts. \n25. Much of the data for this section is well summarized by Glen R. Jacobson, Paul in Luke Acts: The Savior Who Is Present, in SBLSP, 1983 Chico, Calif.: Scholars, 1983, 131-46. Note also A. J. Mattill, Jr., The Paul-Jesus Parallels and the Purpose of Luke-Acts: H. H. Evans Reconsidered, NovT 17 1975: 15-47. \n26. In Luke the forerunners ofJesus are all the prophets, who predicted his advent and mission. The specific forerunner is John the Baptizer. Paul\'s forerunners include Peter, Stephen, Philip, and Barnabas. Apollos is also a forerunner like the Baptizer 18:24-28. \n27. The narrator shows both Jesus and Paul as frequently preaching in synagogues: Luke 4:15, 16, 33, 44; 6:6; 7:5; 13:10; Acts 9:20; 13:5, 14; 14:1; 17:1, 10, 17; 18:4, 19, 26; 19:18. Doubts can be raised about the frequency with which Paul was welcomed to share his message in synagogues, and the same may be said about Jesus. \n28. Note the frequently mentioned parallel between Luke 9:50 and Acts 19:21. \n29. For additional data, see Walter Radl, Paulus and Jesus im Lukanischen Doppelwerk:\nUntersuchungen zu Parallelmotiven im Lukasevangelium und in der Apostelgeschichte, Europaische Hochschulschriften 23/49 Bern: Lang, 1975, 169-251, and, with emphasis upon the trial of Jesus as a Lucan composition, Joseph B. Tyson, The Death of Jesus in Luke-Acts Columbia: University of South Carolina Press, 1986, 114-41. \n30. For arguments supporting this, see Pervo, Acts, 644-54. \n31. Antiquity related stories about evil persons who escaped one tragedy only to be cut down by a snake. See Pervo, Acts, 673-75. \n32. Mattill, Paul-Jesus Parallels, 145. \n33. Cf. p. 41 on Col. 1:24. \n34. The death of Jesus in Luke and Acts is not just the death of another martyred prophet, although the account in Luke more closely resembles a martyrdom than do the other canonical passions. One effect of this presentation is to facilitate comparison of the respective passions of Luke and Paul. See, among many studies, Tyson, The Death of Jesus, and M. Parsons and Richard I. Pervo Rethinking the Unity of Luke and Acts Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1993 , Chapter 3. \n35. See Pervo, Profit, 64-65, and Parsons and Pervo, Rethinking, 90-94. \n36. See Pervo, Profit, 65. \n37. Pervo, Profit, 63. \n38. Cf. also the exorcism of Acts 16:16-18 with Luke 4:34, 41. \n39. See the discussion of Irenaeus, p. 220. \n40. For an introduction, see W. Schneemelcher, The Acts of Paul, in New Testament Apocrypha, ed. W. Schneemelcher; 2 vols,; trans. and ed. R. McL. Wilson Louisville: Westminster John Knox, 1991-92, 2:213-37, and Hans-Josef Klauck, The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles: An Introduction, trans. Brian McNeil Waco, Tex.: Baylor University Press, 2008, 47-79. The fullest translation is that of W. Rordorf, Actes de Paul, in Ecrits apocryphes chretiens 1, ed. F. Bovon and P. Geoltrain Paris: Gallimard, 1997, 1115-77. Recent English versions are found in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:237-70, and J. K. Elliott, trans., The Apocryphal New Testament Oxford: Clarendon, 1993, 364-88. \n41. For a brief description of the various Acts in their literary context, see Richard I. Pervo, The Ancient Novel Becomes Christian;\' in The Novel in the Ancient World, ed. G. Schmeling; Mnemosyne Supplementum 159 Leiden: E. J. Brill, 1996, 685-711. Note the important new introduction by Klauck, Apocryphal Acts. \n42. For early attestation and opinion, see Elliott, Apocrypha, 350-52. In H.B. 3.3.4-6, Eusebius discusses his Acts, after noting the debate about Hebrews, as if Paul were the author. He did not accept the Acts of Paul as undisputed, which appears to place it in the category of disputed books, like Hebrews, and then discusses Hermas, also left in the middle ground. At 3.25.4, however, the Acts of Paul are lodged with Hermas, the Apocalypse of Peter, and others as not genuine. Nonetheless, it does not receive the opprobrium assigned to other apocroyphal acts of the apostles 3.25.6. These not entirely harmonious views are indicative of the mixed reception of the Acts of Paul, which were not condemned on doctrinal grounds. \n43. On the use of the work through the twelfth century, see Leon Vouaux, Les Actes de Paul et ses letters apocryphes, ANT Paris: Letouzey, 1913, 24-69. \n44. See Richard I. Pervo, The Acts of Titus: A Preliminary Translation, with an Introduction and Notes, in SBLSP, 1996 Atlanta: Scholars, 1996, 455-82. \n45. Such editing included both expansion and abbreviation as well as conformity with accepted theological views and historical traditions. \n46. See the discussion of 3 Corinthians, p. 96. \n47. On the popularity of Thecla, see M. Pesthy, Thecla in the Fathers of the Church, in The Apocryphal Acts of Paul and Thecla, ed. Jan Bremmer; SAAA 2 Kampen: Kok Pharos, 1996, 164-78, and S. F. Johnson, The Life and Miracles of Thekla: A Literary StudyWashington: Center for Hellenic Studies, 2006, 1-14. Johnson\'s study focuses upon a fifth-century paraphrase of her life, which was issued with a collection of miracles worked at her shrine. For a review of recent thought, see Shelly Matthews, Thinking of Thecla: Issues in Feminist Historiography, Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion 17 2002: 39-65; Elisabeth Esch-Wermeling, Thekla-Paulusschiilerin wider Willen? Strategien der Leserlenkung in den Theklaakten, Neutestamentliche Abhandlungen. Neue Folge 53 Munster: Aschendorff, 2008, and the collection edited by Martin Ebner, Aus Liebe zu Paulus? Die Akte Thekla neu aufgerollt, Stuttgarter Bibelstudien 206 Stuttgart: Katholisches Bibelwer, 2005. \n48. As noted earlier, this is the same span covered in Acts and the Pastoral Epistles, although neither narrate Paul\'s death. \n49. The most forceful promoter of this interpretation has been Richard Bauckham, The Acts of Paul as a Sequel, in The Book of Acts in its First Century Setting, vol. 1, The Book of Acts in Its Ancient Literary Setting, ed. B. W. Winter and A. D. Clarke Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1993, 105-52, with additional discussion in The Acts of Paul: Replacement of Acts or Sequel to Acts? Semeia 80 1997: 159-68. \n50. For evidence that the Acts of Paul did begin with the conversion, see W. Rordorf, Paul\'s Conversion in the Canonical Acts and in the Acts of PauI. Semeia 80 1997: 137-44. J \n51. Richard I. Pervo, A Hard Act to Follow: The Acts of Paul and the Canonical Acts; Journal of Higher Criticism 2, no. 2 1995: 3-32; D. Marguerat, The Acts of Paul and the Canonical Acts: A Phenomenon of Rereading, Semeia 80 1997: 169-83. Both Bauckham previous n. and Marguerat utilize a model of revision. Bauckham appeals to the analogy of the Rewritten Bible, while Marguerat utilizes the intertextual theory of R. Genette. This model dictates a certain admiration for the text being rewritten, an assumption that is not fully supported by the text of the Acts of Paul. \n52. For example, Willy Rordorf, In welchem Verhiiltnis stehen die apokryphen Paulusakten zur kanonischen Apostelgeschichte und zu den Pastoralbriefen? in Text and Testimony: Essays on New Testament and Apocryphal Literature in Honour of A. R J. Klijn, ed. T. Baarda et al. Kampen: Uitgeversmaatschappij J.H. Kok, 1988, 225-41. \n53. See Julian Hills, The Acts of the Apostles in the Acts of Paul, in SBLSP, 1994 Atlanta: Scholars, 1994, 24-54, and The Acts of Paul and the Legacy of the Lukan Acts, Semeia 80 1997: 145-58. For imitation of particular episodes, see, for example, Pervo, Hard Act, 10-17. \n54. For examples from 1 Corinthians, see P. Dunn, The Influence of 1 Corinthians on the Acts of Paul, in SBLSP, 1996 Atlanta, Scholars Press, 1996, 438-54. For other certain and possible allusions to early Christian writings, see Schneemelcher, Acts of Paul, 265-70. \n55. See W. M. Ramsay, The Church in the Roman Empire London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1897, 375-428. In his notes, Ramsay attended to the differences in the Syriac and Armenian traditions. On the latter, see F. C. Conybeare, The Apology and Acts of Apollonius and Other Monuments of Early Christianity London: Swan Sonnenschein, 1894. Lipsius recognized the value of the Syriac version; see Richard A. Lipsius and Maximilian Bonnet, Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 2 vols. Leipzig: Hermann Mendelssohn, 1891-1903, 1:cv-cvi. \n56. See the studies appearing in Robert F. Stoops, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles in Intertextual Perspectives, Semeia 80 1997. \n57. Determination that Mark was the major source for Matthew and Luke required the\nestablishment of a sound text, since the Byzantine tradition had resulted in a great deal of\ncontamination, for example, of Mark and Luke by Matthew. This achievement was based upon a\nlarge number of complete mss. In the case of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles, complete mss. are, except for the Acts of Thomas, lacking. \n58. The criterion of appropriateness gives priority to the Acts of Peter in that the Quo Vadis story is an anecdote that is typical of stories told about Peter. Cf. Mark 14:29-31. In the Acts of Peter, this is a lesson about martyrdom and discipleship; for the Acts of Paul, it amounts to a prophecy. Moreover, Peter is crucified, whereas Paul is beheaded. 336 11 Notes to Chapter 4 \n59. See E. Esch-Wermeling, Thekla-Paulusschalerin wider Willen? Strategien der Leserlenkungin den Theklaakten, Neutestamentliche Abhandlungen. Neue Folge 53 Münster: Aschendorff, 2008. \n60. For others, see C. Schmidt, with Wilhelm Schubart, PRAXEIS PAULOU. Acta Pauli Glückstadt: J. J. Augustin, 1936, 120-22. \n61. An example of literary skill not easily recognized because of the fragmentary state of the evidence is that the narrator withholds description of Paul until 3.3. \n62. The numberings follow those of Rordorf, which will appear in his forthcoming edition, the first full edition of the APl in original languages Greek and Coptic. \n63. For the possibility that the APl reported Paul\'s journey as beginning in Tarsus, see the following discussion of the Epistula Apostolorum. \n64. Rordorf divides the story of Paul and Thecla into two chapters, based upon stations. The division is at par. 26 of the conventional numeration. \n65. For interesting proposals that Ephrem made use of the APl in his commentary on Acts, see I. Czachesz, Between Canon and Apocrypha. 109-11. \n66. ATit 3 mentions, in inverse order, the exorcism of Amphia, wife of Chrysippus and the destruction of the temple, following a summary of Paul\'s conversion. \n67. See Rordoff, Actes, 1149-50. \n68. Revisit is a presumption based upon the presence of an organized community of believers who acknowledge Paul as their leader. \n69. According to ATit 4, this was an initial visit. \n70. According to 3.2, Titus had evangelized Iconium before Paul\'s visit. \n71. From the fragmentary material of P.Heid., one might conclude that this was an initial visit. Hermocrates and his family had, however, come to the faith, but had not received baptism. \n72. When 3 Corinthians is taken out of consideration, it is not clear that Paul has preViously been to Corinth. \n73. Contra Acts 14:1-6. \n74. V. 1. at 21:1. Myra is an example of filling in stations at which no mission work is described in Acts. This tendency can be observed without details in the D-Text, as in Acts 21:1. \n75. C. Schmidt, with Wilhelm Schubart, PRAXEIS PAULOU. \n76. For other small fragments, see Elliott, Apocrypha 352, with bibliography, 357-58. \n77. C. Schmidt, Acti Pauli: Aus der heidelberger koptischen Papyrushandschrift nr. 1. 2 vols. J,eipzig: Hinrichs, 1905. \n78. F. C. Conybeare, Apology, 49-88, judges 59 that the Latin tradition is superior to the Greek, the Syriac to the Latin, and the Armenian to Syriac. His arguments, 49-60, are still worth consulting. For a translation of the Syriac, see W. Wright, Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles, Edited from Syriac Manuscripts in the British Museum and Other Libraries, 2 vols. London: Williams and Norgate, 1871 2:116-45. The variant traditions indicate, at the very least, that this story experienced considerable editing. Additional bibhography on various versions can be found in Elliott, Apocrypha, 358-59. \n79. W. E. Crum, New Coptic Manuscripts in the John Rylands Library, BJRL 5 1920, 497-503, 501. \n80. Bauckham, Sequel. \n81. Third Corinthians is an exception, but this is a subsequent addition. \n82. The canonical Acts tends to locate most of the information about a site at the report of the first visit. \n83. The exception is Rome, where he rents a large building 14:1. This was because the people at Corinth raised a collection for Paul 14:6, a subject not unrelated to controversy about Paul\'s collection for Jerusalem. \n84. See, in general, F. Bovon, The Synoptic Gospels and the Non-Canonical Acts of the Apostles, HTR 81 1988: 19-36. In particular, see Dennis R. MacDonald, \'\'Apocryphal and Canonical Narratives about Paul, in Paul and the Legacies of Paul, ed. William S. Babcock Dallas: Southern Methodist University Press, 1990, 55-70 63-68, and Ann G. Brock, Genre of the Acts of Paul: One Tradition Enhancing Another, Apocrypha 5 1994: 119-36. Apparent knowledge of all the canonical Gospels suggests a date near 170, as proposed above. \n85. The episode is symbolic in meaning. Ability to subdue the animal kingdom is one attribute of a divine person ; see Ludwig Bieler, EIOS ANHR: Das Bild des Giittlichen Menschen in Spiitantike und Fruchristentum, 2 vols. Darmstadt: Wissenschaftliche Buchgesellschaft, 1967 , 1:103-10, provides examples. That baptism led a lion to elect a celibate life is an example a maiore ad minus for human beings. \n86. Acts of Titus 4 proudly reports that Titus was Paul\'s forerunner in every city. This is probably not derived from the Acts of Paul. He, with Luke, also anticipated Paul\'s arrival in Rome 14.1. \n87. Onesiphorus and his household also abandoned all ties and possessions to follow Paul 3.23. \n88. This arrest is repeated in Myra API 5, where Paul shouts that he is not a robber cf. Mark 14:48. \n89. Onesiphorus illustrates the tension between the ideal wandering believer and the household patron. The one-time patron can no longer support himself. In short, the ideal that all should give up their possessions is just that, for enactment would all but destroy the movement. \n90. Note that this action in Mark follows the statement about the shepherdless crowd, applied in the Acts of Paul to Thecla. \n91. Acts of Paul 3:21 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 368. \n92. Polymorphy is also a characteristic of Paul 3.3. Transfiguration was a common Acts 6:15; 7:55 and controversial 2 Cor. 3:7-18 item of the repertory of holy persons. \n93. On the cloak, cf. 2 Tim. 4:3, and Richard I. Pervo, Romancing an Oft-neglected Stone: The Pastoral Epistles and the Epistolary Novel. Journal of Higher Criticism 1 1994: 25-47 42 n. 94, as well as Spicq, Les epitres pastorales, 814-16. \n94. Cf. Mark 6:41; John 6:9. \n95. Cf. Mark 14:48. \n96. Acts of Paul 6/4. P.Heid. 31 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 375. \n97. Cf. John 14:12. \n98. On the later developments of this tradition, which included the integration of Paul\'s\nmartyrdom with Peter\'s, see Harry W. Tajra, The Martyrdom of St. Paul: Historical and Judicial Context, Traditions, and Legends, WUNT 67 TU.bingen: Mohr Siebeck, 1994, 118-65. Paul is the prototypical martyr for Ignatius Eph. 12:2 and Polycarp Phil 11:3. \n99. See above. \n100. Even if this episode was taken by the author or a subsequent editor from the Acts of Peter Vere. 36/Passion 5, as is likely, its function in the Acts of Paul is clear. \n101. cf. Mark 16:2. \n102. Cf. Mark 16:8. \n103. That is, baptism. \n104. Acts of Paul. Martyrdom 7 trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 388. \n105. This appearance refuted the claim of Celsus, who wondered why Jesus elected to appear to Galilean fishermen and what he was pleased to call hysterical women\'\' Origen, Contra Celsum 2.63. \n106. Pervo, Acts, pp. 20-21. \n107. For argument and evidence, see MacDonald, \'\'Apocryphal and Canonical, 66-67. \n108. See, for example, Dennis R. MacDonald, The Legend and the Apostle: The Battle for Paul in Story and Canon Philadelphia: Westminster, 1983. \n109. See Table 1. \n110. Seep. 286n11. \n111. This is preserved in 3 Corinthians II, but is unlikely to have been invented by the interpolator. Note also Frontina, who has been alienated from her parents 10-11. Paul also alienates Patroclus from the affections of Nero 14.2-3. Those who read printed editions of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles are accustomed to episodes in which the conversion of a woman of high status leads to persecution. These are undoubtedly original, but the majority of mss. censor them. In the case of the Acts of Paul this censorship has been quite successful. \n112. On the subject, see Gerd Theissen, The Social Setting of Pauline Christianity: Essays on Corinth, ed. and trans. John H. Schiltz Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1982, 27-54, and Sociology of Early Palestinian Christianity, trans. John Bowden Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1978. \n113. Conybeare, Apology, 76-77, and his note on p. 88. \n114. And taking hold of Alexander, she tore his cloak and pulled off his crown and made him a laughing-stock trans. Elliott, Apocrypha, 369. Since Syrian and Armenian Christians opposed the theology of the current emperors, they left the text unaltered. \n115. Note the v.I. INSERT TEXT Imperial Priest of Syria, which, despite the objections of Vouaux Actes de Paul, 195, is probably original. \n116. One might speculate.that some of the most exuberant anti-imperial rhetoric ended up on the cutting room floor. \n117. MacDonald Legend, 78-85 locates the author in a Montanist milieu. \n118. For examples from Israelite history, see API 13. Use of such examples is not equivalent to a theology of salvation history. \n119. Third Corinthians, not an original component of the Acts of Paul, differs. \n120. For introduction and a translation, see C. Detlef G. Muller, Epistula Apostolorum, in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 1:249-78. See also Jacques-Noel Peres, Epitre des apotres:· in Bovon et Geoltrain, eds., Ecrits apocryphes chretiens, 357-92, and L\'Epttre des apotres et le Testament de notre Seigneur et notre Sauveur Jesus-Christ Turnhout: Brepols, 1994; Julian V. Hills, Tradition and Composition in the Epistula Apostolorum, HDR 24 Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1990. On its view of Paul, see also Manfred Hornschuh, Studien zur Epistula Apostolorum, PTS 5 Berlin: de Gruyter, 1965, 84-91. On the Epistula\'s relation to Pauline traditions, see Lindemann, Paulus, 109-12, and Dassmann, Stachel, esp. 261-66. \n121. Peres Epltre des apotres prefers to entitle the work the book that Jesus Christ revealed to his disciples 360 and uses the equivalent of book in ch. 1 365 where the German version speaks of the equivalent of a \'letter:\' Book is also used in the translation of Julian Hills The Epistle of the Apostles. Santa Rosa, CA: Polebridge, 2009, who kindly supplied an advance draft. \n122. Arguments for c. 150 derive from ch. 17, which says that the end will come after the 150th yeat Ethiopic or the 120th part Coptic. Based upon our knowledge that the crucifixion took place c. 30, this would indicate that the work was composed c. 150. It is not certain that the author knew the date of the crucifixion, and numbers could be symbolic. Familiarity with a range of early Christian literature makes a date c. 175-200 more likely. \n123. A substantial portion of a Coptic edition, from a ms. of the fourth or fifth century, also survives. \n124. The dialogue tradition became a framework for speeches rather than genuine conversation, as can be seen in Cicero\'s philosophical dialogues. In the Christian revelation dialogues, the disciples\' questions tend to be little more than titles for lengthy speeches. For a survey, see Pheme Perkins, The Gnostic Dialogue: The Early Church and the Crisis of Gnosticism New York: Paulist, 1980. \n125. The churchly character of Epistula Apostolorum is apparent in that, at the close, it becomes, with substantial influence from Matthew, a church order of sorts. \n126. Of the more than 230 notes devoted to intertextual references identified by Muller Epistula Apostolorum\'\', 47 refer to Pauline epistles including Hebrews. Not all of these are certain by any criterion. See the conservative evaluation of Lindemann, Paulus, 391-93. David K. Rensberger, As the Apostle Teaches: The Development of the Use of Paul\'s Letters in Second-Century Christianity Ph.D. diss., Yale, 1981, 89-90, is dubious, but familiarity with the corpus is almost certain. \n127. The narrator reports that Peter went to an unspecified another place. See Pervo, Acts, 299-312. Reference to the cockcrow indicates that Epistula Apostolorum understood Acts 12:1-17 as a kind of Passion of Peter. \n128. Trans. Muller, Epistula Apostolorum, 267. This passage is available only in Ethiopic. The formula treats Paul as the Greek translation of Saul. \n129. See Czachesz, The Acts of Paul. In ch. 32, the Lord states that Paul\'s journey to Damascus began in Cilicia. This could be based upon Acts\' claim that Paul came from Tarsus, but it contradicts Acts 9:1, where Paul departs from Jerusalem with written authorization from the high priests. A possible source for this statement is the Acts of Paul. \n130. Hornschuh, however, n. 120 argues for an anti-gnostic context of the Pauline material. \n131. Chapter 1 mentions Simon and Cerinthus. \n132. Johannine features are most prominent, as are themes from the Synoptics, but the work is not, on balance, a model of systematic theology. \n133. Hornschuh, Studien, 84, says that the attention devoted to Paul is astonishing. \n134. Epistula Apostolorum contains some syncretistic features, including notions utilized by Gnostic theologians. See Muller, Epistula Apostolorum, 251. \n135. On the view of Paul in Epistula Apostolorum, see also Lindemann, Paulus, 109-12. \n136. On the state of the question, see Gerard Poupon, Les \'Actes de Pierre\' et leur remaniement; ANRW II.25.6 1988: 4363-83, and Christine M. Thomas, The \'Prehistory\' of the Acts of Peter, in The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles, ed. Francyois Bovon et al.; Harvard Divinity School Studies Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1999, 41-62. Note her full-length study, The Acts of Peter, Gospel Literature, and the Ancient Novel: Rewriting the Past New York: Oxford University Press, 2003. See also the essays in Jan Bremmer, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of Peter: Magic, Miracles and Gnosticism, SAAA 3 Leuven: Peeters, 1998, as well as Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 81-112. \n137. G. Poupon L\'Origine africaine des Actus Vercellenses; in Bremmer, ed., The ApocryphalActs of Peter, 192-99 argues for an African provenance of this translation. \n138. This classification does not prevent Eusebius from drawing historical data from the Acts of Peter H.B. 2.14. \n139. Origen prooably, the Didascalia 6.7-9 highly probable, and Commodian, Carmen Apologeticum 625-630 probably c. 250 CE. \n140. See the various essays in Stoops, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of the Apostles in Intertextual Perspectives, and Jan N. Bremmer, Aspects of the Acts of Peter: Women, Magic, Place and Date, in Bremmer, ed., The Apocryphal Acts of Peter, 1-20 14-20. \n141. See also the discussion of Dionysius of Corinth, p. 144. \n142. See below. \n143. Actus Vercellenses 17, a flashback, was evidently transferred from the original Jerusalem ministry to provide context for Peter\'s conflict with Simon. \n144. This speech provides Peter with the opportunity for a formal farewell address, an item lacking in the canonical book. \n145. This may be due to the influence of 2 Timothy. \n146. The model is evidently Acts 16:25-40 Philippi. \n147. Conversion of women takes one of two narrative directions in the apocroyphal acts of the apostles. Either the husband also converts, enhancing the mission, or strongly resists her new-found continence, and launches a persecution. The choice lies more or less entirely in the hands of the narrator. A persecution could also have propelled Paul to Spain. The choice made in Vere. 1 portrays the apostle as enjoying good standing with a Roman official. \n148. The image of physician is developed in the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena, p. 173. \n149. On the farewell scene, seen. 153. \n150. See chapters 1 and 3. \n151. The narrative does not state explicitly that Paul founded the Roman community, but he is its undisputed leader. \n152. The narrator is blissfully unaware that Paul\'s christological message, as summarized, would have been utterly unconvincing to faithful Jews. \n153. On the types of farewell scene, see Francyois Bovon, Le Saint-Esprit, l\'Eglise et les relations humaines selon Actes 20,36-21,16, in Les Actes des Apotres: Traditions, redaction, theolgies, ed. Jacob Kremer; BETL 43 Leuven: Leuven University Press,1979, 339-58. \n154. The use of water instead of wine may be a secondary emendation. This is evidence for the ascetic character of Actus Vercellenses. On the subject, see Andrew McGowan, Ascetic Eucharists: Food and Drink in Early Christian Ritual Meals Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1999. \n155. His words evoke Acts 13:10-11 Paul and Elymas, as well as 8:20-23 Peter and Simon. \n156. This is an improvement upon the episode of Peter\'s daughter from the no longer extant Jerusalem section, who was paralyzed to prevent her from serving as an object of temptation for men. \n157. On this motif, seep. 15. \n158. E.g., Col. 1:21-22; 3:7-8. \n159. Seep. 14. \n160. The text reinforces this thesis. In ch. 4, Simon gains adherents because Paul, as well as Timothy and Barnabas, were not on the scene. This comment may be part of the earlier text, since it says nothing about Spain. The faithful pray for Paul\'s return. In ch. 6, the faithful Ariston laments the absence of Paul. The power of Satan has overcome all those entrusted to the leadership by Paul. The apostle appeared to Ariston in a vision like Christ! advising him to flee. Chapter 40 Mart. 12 contains a reference to the expected return of Paul. With the possible exception of the first, all of these are later additions. \n161. The author was evidently unaware that no first-century Roman Senator would bear the Greek name Demetrius. \n162. Allusions to and borrowings from the Pauline epistles are especially prominent in the later additions to Acts of Peter. See Vouaux, Actes de Pierre, 47. \n163. See the excursus, p. 184. \n164. On this text, see Aurelio de Santos Otero, Later Acts of Apostles, in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:426-82 443, and Tajra, Martyrdom, 154-57. \n165. In Acts of Peter 32, Paul is absent when Peter prays Simon out of the sky. \n166. This shift conforms to the tendency of later editors to remove episodes in which apostles break up lawful marriages. \n167. The Passion takes pains to authenticate the traditional burial sites of the two apostles. \n168. The shorter edition has Peter and Paul arrive in Rome together and does not narrate their deaths. \n169. See de Santos Otero, Later Acts, 440-42. The text is found in Lipsius and Bonnet, Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 1:178-222. \n170. Acts of Peter and Paul 5. \n171. The two added station Messina, Didymus probably represent the interest oflater Christian communities in possessing an apostolic foundation. \n172. Dioscurus, captain of the vessel on which Paul sailed to Italy, becomes a Christian and martyr. His name derives from the name of the ship an Alexandrian ship with the Twin Brothers as its figurehead, Acts 28:11. \n173. See Tajras summary, Martyrdom, 144-50. An example of its historical reliability is the claim that Peter converted Livia, the wife of Nero ch. 31. Its novelistic propensity is illustrated by the story of Perpetua ch. 80 [Plautilla in accounts of Paul\'s martyrdom]. She, blind in one eye, gave Paul her handkerchief for a blindfold, as he is led out to execution. When it was returned, she put it back on, whereupon her eye was healed. This corresponds to Paul\'s healing scarves Acts 19:11-12 and to the legend of Veronica, who, having been healed by touching Jesus\' garment Mark 5:25-34, wiped his face with a cloth while he was on the way to the cross. \n174. De Santos Otero, Later Acts: 440. The Gelasian Decree III.2 attributed the claim that the two died separately to heretics, that is, it utilized the repudiation of the apocroyphal acts of the apostles to support the claim that both were martyred on the same day. \n175. Lipsius and Bonnet, eds., Acta Apostolorum Apocrypha, 2:292-302. An old English version can be found in ANF 8:493-96. \n176. See de Santos Otero, Later Acts;\' 465-66, and Istvan Czachesz, Commission Narratives: A Comparative Study of the Canonical and Apocryphal Acts, Studies on Early Christian Apocrypha 8 Leuven: Peeters, 2007, 184-207, with bibliography 184 n. 1. Note also Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 247. \n177. See de Santos Otero, Later Acts, 466. Chapters 6 and 7, which deal with Mark\'s elaborate and extended penance of Mark, are omitted in various witnesses, including Cod. Vat. gr. 1667. \n178. In Acts Silas replaces Barnabas. Perhaps readers will think that John, whose Hebrew ! name was changed to Mark in a vision, was associated with the cult of Zeus at Lystra Acts 14:8-18. \n179. Chapters 16, 19-22. \n180. Chapter 19 reports an athletic event in which a multitude of naked men and women participated. Men did compete naked, and a few examples of competitions involving girls and women are recorded, but a joint contest would have been unusual. The narrator\'s knowledge appears imperfect. For a similar situation, see the Armenian version of the Martyrdom of Bartholomew 3 Louis Leloir, Apocrypha Apostolorum Armeniaca II, CCSA 4 , 495. One technique was to baptize old festivals by transforming them into Christian holidays. \n181. Mark is the traditional apostolic founder of the church in Alexandria. \n182. An anonymous host there may be the Onesiphorus of API 3. \n183. This probably derives from Gal. 4:13. The author had read Galatians with care. \n184. Cf. 2 Tim. 4:13, the evident inspiration. \n185. Cf. Acts 13:1-3. \n186. The pair nonetheless took pains ch. 11 to prevent people from discovering that Paul and Barnabas had separated. \n187. The claim that Mark founded the church at Alexandria is reported in Eusebius, H.B. 2.16.1. The statement follows the reference to Mark in 1 Pet. 5: 12; its authority is anonymous they say . The historian then proceeds to describe the life of Mark\'s converts, which was so philosophical that Philo wrote about them the Vita contemplativa. This chapter inspires little confidence. It is, however, true that Clement of Alexandria did make use of the Gospel of Mark, which was generally ignored. \n188. Cf. 0. F. A. Meinardus, Cretan Traditions about St Paul\'s Mission to the Island, Ostkirchliche Studien 22 1973:, 172-83; Pervo, \'\'Acts of Titus ; Czachesz, Commission Narratives, 208-23; and Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 77-78. \n189. Czachesz, Commission Narratives, 210-15. \n190. Seep. 110. \n191. On Paul\'s itinerary in ATit, see Pervo, Acts of Titus;\' 462. \n192. INSERT TEXT Life and Conduct is a conventional title for saints\' lives. On this text, see M. R. James, Apocrypha Anecdota, Texts and Studies 2 Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1893, 43-57 introduction, 59-85 text; E. Haight, More Essays on Greek Romances New York: Longmans, 1945, 66-80; S. L. Davies, The Revolt of the Widows: The Social World of the Apocryphal Acts Carbondale, Ill.: Southern Illinois University Press, 1980, 8-10, 64-69; for a translation, see ANF 10:205-17. Note E. Junod, Vie et conduite des saintes femmes Xanthippe, Polyxene et Rebecca BHG 1977, in Oecumenica et Patristica, FS W. Schneemelcher Stuttgart: Teubner, 1989, 83-106. A recent study is J. Gorman, Thinking with and about \'Same-sex Desire\': Producing and Policing Female Sexuality in the Acts of Xanthippe and Polyxena, Journal of the History of Sexuality 10 2001: 416-41. See also Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 250-51. \n193. James, Apocrypha Anecdota, 67; Davies, Revolt, 8-10. \n194. See Junod, Vie et conduite:\' and Richard I. Pervo, review of S. Davies, Revolt of the Widows, ATR 63 1981: 329-30. \n195. Evidently the couple will live in a celibate partnership. \n196. Babylonia is part of the geography of romantic novels. If this requires a seacost, it will, like Shakespeare\'s Bohemia A Winters Tale, receive one. \n197. Shipwreck is a normal mode of travel in the Greek romantic novels, and kidnapping, bandits, and pirates are staples of the genre. \n198. In their respective Acts, both Philip and Andrew spend time in Greece. \n199. On the relations between female characters in Xan, see the possibilities explored by Gorman, Thinking with and about \'Same-sex Desire\'. \n200. One speculation is that Xan is a later abbreviation of an earlier narrative. \n201. The ship bearing Peter to Rome also plays a part in the narrative Xan. 24. \n202. The first part of the book is characterized by flowery rhetoric, much of it from the mouth of Xanthippe. \n203. Slaves, along with soldiers and merchants, are groups identified by A. D. Nock as primary agents of cultic diffusion; see Nock\'s Conversion: The Old and the New in Religion from Alexander the Great to Augustine of Hippo Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1933, 66-67. Slaves are distinct because they could bring about upward diffusion of ideas and other matters. \n204. See above. \n205. Mark 2:17. For later use, see G. W. H. Lampe, A Patristic Greek Lexicon Oxford: Clarendon, 1961, 662, s.v. INSERT TEXT 3. \n206. Chapter 24 also reflects Actus Vercellenses. \n207. Cf. Mark 5:27-28; 6:56. \n208. Cf. Matt. 9:26; Luke 4:14. \n209. Cf. Mark 2:1-12. In this case authority resides with Paul; Xanthippe lacks this power ch. 19. \n210. Chapter 9: Paul said to Xanthippe, \'Believe me, daughter, that by the Devil\'s suggestion and working I have not passed a single hour without chains and blows: Xanthippe said to him, \'But you suffer these things by your own free will, since you have not neglected your preaching even to scourging, but this again I tell you, that your bonds shall be the defeat of the prompter, and your humiliation their overthrow\' trans. W. A. Craigie, in Allan Menzie, ed., The Ante-Nicene Fathers, vol. X. Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1978, 207, alt. \n211. Cf. APl 3.21 Thecla. \n212. Undoubtedly the subject of Philemon. Onesimus also appears in the Deutero-Pauline tradition Col. 4:7. A person with the same name was Bishop of Ephesus in the time of Ignatius Eph. 1:3. \n213. First-person narration continues into ch. 41, where, in the fashion of Acts e.g., 16:18, the narrative suddenly reverts to the third-person. \n214. Another possibility is Lucius of Cyrene Acts 13:1, but note the tradition of the old Gospel prologue that Luke died at 84 in Boeotia; see K. Aland, Synopsis Quattuor Evangeliorum Stuttgart: Wiirttembergische Bibelanstalt, 1964, 353. \n215. This could be the result of textual abbreviation. \n216. Cf. Callirhoe 8.6-8; Ephesian Tale 5.13. \n217. Note also ch. 31 Jas 80.9-10, also ambiguous and possibly edited. This interest in celibacy, an ascetic reference in ch. 31 no wine, and the occasionally monarchian character of its theology e.g., ch. 12 might lead one to suspect a Priscillianist background, but the work shows no knowledge of Span, and the presumably original Greek language also tells against this hypothesis. \n218. Note the expression god of Paul 20 , 26, 27 , and 31. \n219. On the genre, see M. Himmelfarb, Ascents to Heaven in Jewish and Christian Apocalypses New York: Oxford University Press, 1993, and Tours of Hell: An Apocalyptic Form in Jewish and Christian Literature Philadelphia: Fortress Press, 1985. \n220. Surveys, with introduction, bibliography, and translation may be found in Hugo Duensing and Aurelio de Santos Otero, Apocalypse of Paul, in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:712-52, and Elliott, Apocrypha, 616-44. \n221. Richard Bauckham, \'\'Apocryphal Pauline Literature, DPL, 35-37 37 Dictionary. Consult abbreviations .. \n222. On attestation, see Elliott, Apocrypha, 620; Duensing and de Santos Otero, Apocalypse of Paul, 712. This is a good caution against deriving conclusions about popularity from patristic discussions. \n223. On this technique, see Wolfgang Speyer, Bucherfunde in der Glaubenswerbung der Antike Gottingen: Vandenhoeck & Ruprecht, 1970. \n224. On this probable parody of a vision report, seep. 176. \n225. Duensing and de Santos Otero, \'\'Apocalypse of Paul, 741. \n226. More strictly, at some time from 150-350. \n227. Nag Hammadi texts are referred to by codex in Roman, the document, and the page and line numbers. On this text, see W. R. Murdock and G. W. MacRae, eds., The Apocalypse of Paul, in Nag Hammadi Codices V 2-5 and VI with Papyrus Berolensis 8502, 1 and 4, ed. Douglas M. Parrott; Nag Hammadi Studies 11 Leiden: Brill, 1979, 47-63, and Wolf-Peter Funk, The Coptic Gnostic Apocalypse of Paul, in Schneemelcher, New Testament Apocrypha, 2;.695-700, both with bibliography. On its relation to Paul, see also Lindemann, Paulus, 332-34. \n228. The others include two works entitled The Apocalypse of James and The Apocalypse of Adam. \n229. Lindemann, Paulus, 332, does not agree. \n230. See, for example, APl 12; Acts of John 88; Apocryphon of John 20.19-21.4. \n231. See above. \n232. Apocalypse of Paul 18.14-19, trans. MacRae and Murdock, 257. \n233. Apocalypse of Paul 23.13-17 trans. Murdock and MacRae, 61. In a note, Funk Coptic Gnostic Apocalypse;\' 700 n. 12 offers an alternate rendition: I will go into the world of the dead in order to become a fellow- prisoner in the captivity which was led captive in the captivity of Babylon. This is barely possible, grammatically but the version cited is preferable. \n234. This is additional evidence against Funk\'s alternate translation. \n235. On this genre, see Tomas Szepessy, The Ancient Family Novel A Typological Proposal, Acta Antiqua Acadamiae Scientiarum Hungaricae 31 1985-88: 357-65. The use of a previous novel as a source is widely accepted in scholarship. See S. Trenkner, The Greek Novella in the Classical Period Cambridge: Cambridge University,Press, 1958. 101-2, and B. E. Perry, The Ancient Romances: A Literary Historical Account of the Origins, Sather Lectures, 1951 Berkeley: University of California Press, 1967. 285-93. F. Stanley Jones rejects this view: Eros and Astrology in the INSERT TEXT: The Sense of the Pseudo-Clementine Novel, Apoc 12 2001 : 53-78. \n236. See N. Kelley, Knowledge and Authority in the Pseudo-Clemen tines: Situating the Recognitions in 4th Century Syria, WUNT 213 Tubingen: Mohr Siebeck, 2006. \n237. The designation Pseudo-Clementines is otiose. \n238. A standard introduction -is Johannes Irmscher and Georg Strecker, The PseudoClementines, in Schneemelcher, ed., New Testament Apocrypha, 2:483-541, with excepts. No complete English version exists. For a survey of earlier research, see F. Stanley Jones, The PseudoClementines: A History of Research, SecCent 2 1982: 1-33, 63-96; F. Manns, Les pseudoclementines Homelies et Reconnaisances: Etat de la Question, Studii Biblici Franciscani Liber Annuus 53 2003: 157-84; and Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 193-229. See also Ludemann, Opposition to Paul in Jewish Christianity, 169-94; Lindemann, Paulus, 101-9; and Dassmann, Stachel, 279-86. \n239. J. B. Lightfoot, The Apostolic Fathers. Part One. Clement. Vol. 1 Grand Rapids: Baker Book House, 1981 , 14-16. The notes are mine. \n240. In the Recognitions, the father is named Faustinianus, the brothers Faustinus and Faustus. \n241. Shipwreck, pirates, and enslavement are standard motifs of ancient popular literature. \n242. Mark 7:24-30; Matt. 15:21-28. \n243. Luke 19:1-10. \n244. The motif is novelistic. \n245. Note that Barnabas is regarded as a disciple of Jesus. \n246. The source is Acts 9:32-11:18. \n247. This presumes correctly that Barnabas had sided with Peter. \n248. Cf. Paul\'s escape from Damascus in Acts 9:23-25. \n249. This island was also the site of the recognition scene in the novel Callirhoe 7.5-8.1. \n250. Obstacles to recognition are a common and often not highly credible feature of popular literature. \n251. See Klauck, Apocryphal Acts, 196-98. \n252. F. S. Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source on the History of Christianity: Pseudo Clementine Recognitions 1.21-71, SBLTT 37 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1995. 111-55. \n253. Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, 157-67. \n254. Ludemann, Opposition, 183. Ludemann\'s own source theory differs from that of Jones. For similar views, see J. L. Martyn, Clementine Recognitions 1,33-71, Jewish Christianity, and the Fourth Gospel, in God\'s Christ and His People: Studies in Honour of Nils Alstrup Dahl, ed. Jacob Jervell and Wayne A. Meeks Oslo: Universitetsforlaget, 1977. 265-95 273, and F. S. Jones, A Jewish Christian Reads Luke\'s Acts of the Apostles: The Use of the Canonical Acts in the Ancient Jewish Christian Source behind Pseudo-Clementine Recognitions 1.27-71, in SBLSP, 1995 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1995, 617-35. \n255. This thesis is quite defensible. See John Painter, Just James: The Brother of Jesus in History and Tradition Columbia: University of South Carolina Press, 1997. The thesis is valid in that success of the gentile, Torah-free, mission placed grave obstacles upon the mission to observant Jews. \n256. This section follows Jones\' translation of the Syriac, Armenian, and Latin editions of Recognitions An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, 51-109. \n257. The inspiration comes from Acts 7 and makes use of Jubilees. See Jones, Jewish Christian, 632. \n258. This corresponds to the Christian beliefthat Jesus was the prophet promised in Deut. 18:15-18 e.g., Matt. 17:5; Luke 24:25; John 1:21; Acts 3:22; 7:37. \n259. This is the pre-conversion of Paul in Acts, a person with no control of his temper and a penchant for violence. Seep. 15 lentz. \n260. Cf. Acts 14:19-20. The motif of apparent death is common in popular fiction. See Pervo, Profit, 148 n. 42. \n261. A marginal note in a ms. makes the identification explicit. \n262. By adding that the enemy believed that Peter had fled to Damascus, Rec provides justification for the odd mission of Acts 9: 1. \n263. The contestation is one of the preliminary documents to the Homilies. \n264. Epistula Clementis 1.1 trans. Irmscher and Strecker, The Pseudo-Clementines, 2:496-97. \n265. Formally, they use the Semitic greeting of peace, rather than the Pauline blend of grace and peace. \n266. Trans. Irmscher and Strecker, The Pseudo-Clementines, 2:494. \n267. The specific subject need not be the description of the controversy at Antioch in Gal. 2. Paul there portrayed Peter as liberal on Torah observance, willing to remain observant rather than offend the people from James. \n268. Matt. 11:11. In the scheme of syzygies the first, wicked prophet represents the female. \n269. Trans. Irmscher and Strecker, The Pseudo-Clementines, 2:535-36. \n270. This criterion disqualifies Paul from being an apostle in Acts 1:21-22. \n271. The confession of Peter is a popular theme in the Pseudo-Clementines. \n272. One could cause difficulties by asking how James\' teaching is correct, since he was not among the followers ofJesus, according to the gospel tradition. \n273. For other examples, see Ludemann, Opposition, 185-91. \n274. See Robert E. Van Voorst, The Ascents of James: History and Theology of a Jewish-Christian Community, SBLDS 112 Atlanta: Scholars Press, 1989. Note also the comments in Jones, An Ancient Jewish Christian Source, index p. 190 s. v. Anabathmoi Jakobou. \n275. The Greek reads of the priest, allowing the interpretation that the high priest\'s daughter was the object of his affection. \n276. Members of priestly families could not marry proselytes. \n277. Trans. Jones, Jewish Christian, 617-18 n. 2. Foranotherversion, see Ludemann, Opposition, 180. Jones believes that this text drew upon both the Steps of James and Rec. 1.27-71. \n278. Seep. 288n71. \n279. Acts 9; 1 Tim. 1. \n280. Compare the story that Jesus was the illegitimate child of a Roman soldier: Origen, C. Gels 1.32. Origen, C.Cels 1.32. See Contra Celsum, trans. Henry Chadwick Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1953, 31 n. 3. \n281. See pp. 124 and 127. \n282. For this view of coordination, see, for example, Ignatius, Rom. 4:3; Irenaeus, A.H. 3.1.1; Tertullian, Adv. Marcion 4.5; Praescription of Heretics 36. \n283. Eusebius, H.B. 2.25.5-7, cites Gaius, a second-/third-century presbyter, and opponent of Montanism, on the tombs of Peter and Paul at Rome. The next paragraph 8 cites Dionysius. \n284. For the traditions, see Tajra, Martyrdom, 183-97. Note also de Santos Otero, Later Acts, 440-42. \n285. Decretum Gelasianum III 2. Note also Arator\'s mid-sixth-century epic based on Acts, which, in the end at 2:1218, abandons the plot of Acts to report the joint martyrdom of Peter and Paul. \n286. E.g., Leo the Great, Sermon 82. \n287. A by-product of this relationship is that the patron saints of the Episcopal Cathedral in Washington, D.C. intended from the beginning to be a national Cathedral , are Peter and Paul. \n288. For an early synthesis of the various traditions regarding Peter and Paul, see Eusebius, H.E. 2.22.1-3. ",0 +867,Alison_Moyet___That_Ole_Devil_Called_Love,happy, "That Ole Devil Called Love It\'s that ole devil called love again\nGets behind me and keeps giving me that shove again\nPutting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams\nAnd rocks in my heart \nIt\'s that sly old sun of a gun again\nHe keeps telling me that I\'m the lucky one again\nBut I still have that rain, still have those tears\nAnd those rocks in my heart \nSuppose I didn\'t stay, ran away, wouldn\'t play\nThe devil, what a potion he would brew?\nHe\'d follow me around, build me up, tear me down\n\'Till I\'d be so bewildered, I wouldn\'t know what to do\nMight as well give up that fight again\nI know darn well he\'ll convince me that he\'s right again\nWhen he sings that sorry song I\'m just gonna tag along\nWith that ole devil called love \nHe\'d follow me around, build me up, tear me down\nWith that ole devil called love",0 +1080,Amon_Tobin___Escape,sad, "Escape I\'m gettin\' outta this can\nWho\'s gonna push you over da wall? Da warden?\nI ain\'t goin over the wall \nOh, no?\nNo, under it\nWha, huh?\nYeah, a tunnel\nEh, your nuts \nDa guards would spot\nA tunnel in no time\nYa gotta have camouflage\nI got it all worked out\nI ain\'t goin\' over the wall \nThe dirt, what do you, we do\nWith the dirt from the tunnel?",1 +7155,Dido___Hunter,sad, "Hunter \nWith one light on in one room\nI know you\'re up when I get home\nWith one small step upon the stair\nI know your look when I get there \n \nIf you were a king up there on your throne\nWould you be wise enough to let me go?\nFor this queen you think you own\n \nWants to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go \n \nThe unread book and painful look\nThe TV\'s on, the sound is down\nOne long pause, then you begin\nOh, look what the cat\'s brought in \n \nIf you were a king up there on your throne\nWould you be wise enough to let me go?\nFor this queen you think you own \n \nWants to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go, let me leave \n \nFor the crown you\'ve placed upon my head feels too heavy now\nAnd I don\'t know what to say to you but I\'ll smile anyhow\nAnd all the time I\'m thinking, thinking\n \nI want to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go \n \nI want to be a hunter again\nI want to see the world alone again\nTo take a chance on life again\nSo let me go, let me leave\nLet me go1 ",1 +1579,Antimatter___Line_Of_Fire,sad, "Line of Fire Face the panic of today\nBreaking barriers from yesterday\nI fell into the line of fire\nI broke down in the line of fire\nShattered past, and future fears\nTake a moment far away from here\nCut the strings and fly away\nCut the strings and fly away\nTaste the hell you put us through\nGrace the heavens I could promise you\nTake a hand in the line of fire\nMake a stand behind the wire ",1 +1588,Antimatter___Legions,sad, "Legions Stony and grey is the whore\nAnd long are the days in the morgue\nWhere god is a wall\nWhere god is a wall to look upon \nLegions and hordes\nThe seas have been torn\nAnd buildings remain where they fall\nAnd I solemnly walk\nThrough legions and hordes\nA dark mass of infidels\nLong is the howl at the end\nA cry from the tail echoing\nAnd fools reverberate\nAnd fools reverberate and carry on... \nWhat have they done to themselves?\nLook what have they done to themselves \nIf you don\'t learn to leave this thing alone\nYou\'ll never get to see the sun again\nYou won\'t come out on top\nThe seed is sown 1 ",1 +4212,Brett_Anderson___Colour_Of_The_Night,sad, "Colour of the Night My love she hides a cruel disease\nIt\'s the bullet in her mind, it\'s the plan\nBetween her knees\nIt\'s the colour of the night, it\'s the\nNumber of the beast \nMy love she dreams of Tel Aviv\nShe\'s got nails in her hands and nails\nIn her feet\nShe\'s not from the Holy Land but she\nThink she used to be\nTell me when was hell so beautiful?\nTell me with your words that disagree\nTell me with your reason carved like granite\nTell me so that I can be free \nMy love she\'s like a cruel disease\nShe\'s the bullet in my mind\nShe\'s got a plan between her knees\nShe\'s the colour of the night\nShe stirs the beast in me",1 +418,Aerosmith___Draw_The_Line,happy, "Draw the Line \nCheckmate honey, beat you at your own damn game\nNo dice honey, I\'m livin\' on a astral plane\nFeet\'s on the ground, and your head\'s goin\' down the drain\nOh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind\nWhen to draw the line\nA Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor\nShe was a wet nap winner, and rarely ever left the store\nShe\'d sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right outa me\nOh, pass me the vial and cross your fingers, it don\'t take time\nNowhere to draw the line\nHi ho silver, we were singin\' all your cowboy songs\nOh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn\'t be long\nHeads I win, tails you lose, lord it\'s such a crime\nNo dice honey, you the salt, you\'re the queen of the brine\nCheckmate honey, you\'re the only one who\'s got ta choose\nWhere to draw the line\n \nCheckmate, don\'t be late\nTake another pull\nThat\'s right impossible\nWhen you got to be yourself\nYou\'re the boss of the toss\nThe dice, the price\nGrab yourself a slice\nKnow where to draw the line 1 ",0 +5320,Chris_Cornell___Ghosts,anger, "Ghosts \nI know what you\'re looking for\nYou\'ve looked in these eyes before\nAnd all you saw was blue green water\nSearching for a mirror\nThat would show the world not who you are\nBut who you wanna be\nAnd you thought you\'d found that one in me\nBut it\'s been a long time since I heard that name \n \nHe doesn\'t live here anymore\nDon\'t know where he\'s residing\nYou can wait here if you want\nBut I don\'t think he\'s coming back\nHe doesn\'t live here anymore\n \nSure you\'ve found the right place\nThe same address you knew before\nBut that won\'t change what lies behind the door\nAnd what lies underneath had to change from the inside out \n \nHe doesn\'t live here anymore\nDon\'t know where he\'s residing\nI think it\'s better if you go\nCause I don\'t want him coming back \n \nYes I know the name sounds a little bit familiar\nLike a melody to a dream\nYes I know he wore the same face, the same clothes\nBut that was so long ago \n \nI know who you want to find\nSomewhere is the memory of somebody I left behind\nWell lets take it all in stride\nYeah it\'s that time to say goodbye\nHe doesn\'t live here anymore",3 +3108,Billy_Bragg___Greetings_To_the_New_Brunette,happy, "Greetings to the New Brunette Shirley, it\'s quite exciting to be sleeping here in this new room\nShirley, you\'re my reason to get out of bed before noon\nShirley, you know when we sat out on the fire escape talking\nShirley, what did you say about running before we were walking \nSometimes when we\'re as close as this\nIt\'s like we\'re in a dream\nHow can you lie there and think of England\nWhen you don\'t even know who\'s in the team \nShirley, your sexual politics have left me all of a muddle\nShirley, we are joined in the ideological cuddle\nI\'m celebrating my love for you\nWith a pint of beer and a new tattoo\nAnd if you haven\'t noticed yet\nI\'m more impressionable when my cement is wet \nPolitics and pregnancy\nAre debated as we empty our glasses\nAnd how I love those evening classes \nShirley, you really know how to make a young man angry\nShirley, can we get through the night without mentioning family \nThe people from your church agree\nIt\'s not much of a career\nTrying the handles of parked cars\nWhoops, there goes another year\nWhoops, there goes another pint of beer \nHere we are in our summer years\nLiving on ice cream and chocolate kisses\nWould the leaves fall from the trees\nIf I was your old man and you were my missus \nShirley, give my greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, give my greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette\nShirley, greetings to the new brunette",0 +3343,Black_Moth_Super_Rainbow___Smile_Heavy,happy, "Smile Heavy Why does the sun go down? Why does the sun go down?\nI ate the sky, why does the sun go down?\nWhy do we all go away? Why do we all go away?\nI can\'t believe in butterflies, why do we all go away?\nWhy does the sun go down? Why does the sun go down?\nI ate the sky, why does the sun go down? \nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you\'ve heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you\'ve heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you\'ve heard\nThink about life and rainbows and death\nAnd all of the things you\'ve heard",0 +374,Adamski___Killer,sad, "Killer \nSo you want\nTo be free?\nTo live your life\nThe way you wanna be?\nWill you give\nIf we cry?\nWill we live\nOr will we die? Ha-ha \n \nTainted hearts Hearts\nHeal with time\nShoot that love\nSo we can stop the bleedin\'\n \nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give? \n \nIf we try\nAnd live your live\nThe way you wanna be-e-e-e Yeah \n \nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give?\nSolitary brother\nIs there still a part of you that wants to live?\nSolitary sister\nIs there still a part of you that wants to give? \n \nRacism in among future kings can only lead to no good\nAnd besides\nAll our sons and daughters already know how that feels\nYeah\nMade of love 2 ",1 +2426,Balligomingo___Wild_Butterfly,calm, "Wild Butterfly Set your soul adrift Wild Butterfly\nLet your spirit free Wild Butterfly\nMoments come and fall to the ground\nAnd slowly fade away \nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly \nSet your course you\'ll see Wild Butterfly\nTowards the sun, to me Wild Butterfly\nWhy don\'t you go\nFly so far away\nI know what you want\nI know what you\'ll see\nI know what you want\nI know what you\'ll see \nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly\nLift it up\nLift it up up and fly",2 +7922,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Waterfall,sad, "Waterfall \nSo now it\'s getting late, for those who hesitate, got no one\nBut they don\'t understand and no one hears the sound\nIt\'s like a waterfall, it\'s an illusion \n \nLove is all, waterfall, love is what you are\nPulls you in, takes you down, it\'s a sad affair\nBut you know, as you hold, back the power there\nWithout the friends and lovers, you could never go on living\n \nAcross the waterfall, that\'s falling evermore, down on you\nCascading through the days, and flowing on its way\nThat\'s how it has to be, just an illusion \n[Chorus: Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne and Kelly Groucutt]\nLove is all, waterfall, love is what you are\nPulls you in, takes you down, it\'s a sad affair\nBut you know, as you hold, back the power there\nWithout the friends and lovers, you could never go on living 4 ",1 +5689,Coldplay___Proof,sad, "Proof \nSo I waited for you\nWhat wouldn\'t I do?\nAnd I\'m covered, it\'s true\nI\'m covered in you\nIf I ever want proof\nI find it in you\nYeah I honestly do\nIn you I find proof \n \nLight and dark\nA bright spark\nLight and dark\nAnd then, light\n \nSo I waited all day\nWhat wouldn\'t I say?\nAnd are there things in your way?\nThings happen that way\nOh\nAnd if I ever want proof\nThen I find it in you\nOh\nYeah I honestly do\nIn you I find proof \n \nLight and dark\nA bright spark\nLight and dark\nAnd then, light\nLight See Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95",1 +37,112__Super_Cat___Na_Na_Na_Na,sad, "Na Na Na Na \nIt\'s all the long long ye love\nFi the girl dem, na na na na\nThe rapper den a 112 are now gon\' step on this show \n1 - \tI wanna see you\n\tRock that ass, rock that ass\n\tRock that ass, rock that ass\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tWork your body Body\n\tChange positions Yeah, change positions Yeah\n\tNew position I want a new position girl\n\tTwerk it for me Yeah, twerk it for me Come on\n\tTwerk it for me shorty, twerk it for me\nCome a little closer baby\nGirl I wanna feel you body\nPlease ya right next to me\nWe can be the life of the party\nI just wanna let you know\nI love the way you\'re movin\'\nNever wanna let you go\nNever wanna stop the music \n2 - \tGirl, na na na\n\tLittle girl what you\'re doin\' to me\n\tGirl, you\'re lookin\' so sexy\n\tWhen you\'re doin\' that dance for me\n\tHey, we goin\' na na na\n\tYou don\'t know what you\'re doin\' to me\n\tGirl, you\'re lookin\' so sexy\n\tWhen you\'re doin\' that dance for me \nOoh, now that I\'ve got you baby\nYou know we gotta keep it sexy\nTouchin\' all over me\nBaby, it\'s ecstasy\nLady, won\'t you take my hand\nLet\'s go to V.I.P\nI don\'t think you understand\nWhat you are doin\' to me\n Repeat 2\nRepeat 1 \n \n????\nThis a cutey beauty\nTell me said that she was the man and she enjoyed it\nShe said she\'d come in if I worked dem dirty\nThat lover come a room 112 and take me\nBetween you and I we havin\' a private party\nStill I went out there ??? me up, really put strip me\nFrom her back yard and she take off the ????? Well at cha\nYoung gal, dem lovely back shot\nDream a gal, dem lovely back shot\nSavor gal, dem lovely sad lot\nFor me say goodby and shoulda gone, don\'t say it pop\nPity el girl dem neck dem hot\nMe say know y\'all gal love it hard like a rock\nNow instead dey rap it up by all their telephone spark\nCan dey wet it and I pour some ??? softened up \nRepeat 2\nRepeat 1\nRepeat 2 ",1 +6453,Dark_Tranquillity___Not_Built_To_Last,sad, "Not Built to Last \nWhat comes as no surprise\nTo a jaded mind, no less\nInsight comes to soothing grace\nLeft to waiting days\nAnother chord unstrummed \n \nOur secret\'s safe and sound\nSolid now unless it breaks in two\nFaithfully unbound\nNone of this was ever built to last\n \nIn the paleness of a less than life\nFrom a corner watching old paint dry\nNever once a break\nInto the self again \nAn endeavour that will flat our fail\nWhat maturity comes to end\nNever one to face\nAnother beat undone \n \nOur secret\'s safe and sound\nSolid now unless it breaks in two\nFaithfully unbound\nNone of this was ever built to last \n \nOnce again\nAnother instant saved today\nLeft a print that leads nowhere\nNever built to last \n \nWhat makes it work\nA part of life that makes the weak hearts grow\nTake it in if you\'re willing to say\nWilling to do, prepared to lay it down\n Just know this\nIt was never built to last\nIt was never built to last ",1 +4384,Broken_Social_Scene___Looks_just_like_the_sun,sad, "Looks Just Like the Sun \nLooks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nBut it looks just like the sun\nLooks just like it\nBut I\'m breathing, thinking one \n \nHeart is pounding in his chest\nReaches suddenly for his gun\nShould be sailing in the West\nFlower that could be his fun\nKeep going\nTree of families on his head\nWeary red, split open eyes\nI\'m on the corner, thinking about my bed\nAin\'t just in store and signifies\nOne, two, three\n \nLooks just like\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nAnd it looks just like it\nLooks just like the sun\nAnd it looks just like it\nBut I\'m breathing, thinking one\nHere we go \n \nGold and red, the colours change as you can\'t forget\nTurning back, you know I thought I knew, thought I knew someone\nYou better check your watch\nI think it\'s time you left\nTo he, and darkness, still it\'s obvious to everyone\nDarkness, still, it\'s obvious to everyone\nStill it\'s obvious to every \n \nWell, it looks just like sun\nLooks just like it Looks just like it\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like it\nLooks just like it\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like it\nKevin, after this\nLooks just like it\nHere we go, Kev\nLooks just like the sun Looks just like the sun\nSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42 \n \nOne, two, one, two ",1 +765,Alice_In_Videoland___Dance_With_Me,happy, "Dance With Me I\'m flat broke\nBadly wounded from a fall\nKind of frail but not at all\nAs pathetic as I sound\nI\'m messed up\nAnd I\'m messed up pretty bad\nBut I\'m the best you ever had\nThe one who moves your ground\nI\'m one of a kind\nNot like any other girl you\'ve met\nSo I know you won\'t regret\nWhen you decide to come around\nLet\'s spin around\nTill we drop dead on the ground\nAnd the pleasure within the heat\nGets around the sound of the beat\nSo come on baby dance with me\nCome on baby dance with me\nCome on dance with me\nWith me with me with me with me \nI can\'t breathe\nI panic I\'m out of air\nI shiver and it\'s not fair\nThe way you lead me on\nI\'m dressed up\nAnd I\'m dressed up to go\nSo I might just let you know\nI hate it when I\'m wrong\nI swear, I don\'t mind\nWhatever you want to do\nAs long as you\'ll stay true\nI know that I\'m the one \nLet\'s spin around\nTill we drop dead on the ground\nAnd the pleasure within the heat\nGets around the sound of the beat\nSo come on baby dance with me\nCome on baby dance with me\nCome on dance with me\nWith me with me with me with me",0 +5185,Cheap_Trick___Hello_There,happy, "Hello There Hello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready or not? \nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready to rock? \nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to?\nWould you like to?\nWould like to do a number with me?\nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready or not? \nHello there, ladies and gentlemen\nHello there, ladies and gents, are you ready to rock?\nAre you ready to rock? \nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to do a number with me?\nWould you like to?\nWould you like to?\nWould like to do a number with me? ",0 +1777,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Frenchy__Im_Faking,happy, "Frenchy, I’m Faking Frenchy, I\'m faking, been longing to stir you up\nChanging looks slightly like back in the '90s\nFar and away whistle delayed delights\nThe prospect of lightning was ever so frightening \nI said your kisses are nice but I\'m looking for hills to roll\nDown with abandon and no understanding\nI borrowed your suitcase and filled it with pearls and gold\nYou let me down lightly, I killed you politely",0 +1747,Arch_Enemy___Diva_Satanica,sad, "Diva Satanica Divine queen of evil\nSowing her seeds of hate\nMistress of pain\nDiva satanica - master of temptation \nMedusa... abuser... both beast and beauty\nSeducer... she\'ll use you... bring you to your knees \nBlinded by her infinite beauty\nYou are lured into the temple\nThe smell of incense burning\nThis carnal pleasure yearning\nBride of satan\nTransgress the rules of this world\nToo late you realize\nThis love is ripping you apart\nMedusa... abuser... both beast and beauty\nSeducer... she\'ll use you... as fodder for her dreams \nDrinking the blood\nEating the flesh\nShe\'s getting high on you\nWatching you die gives her a thrill\nThere is always more blood to spill",1 +641,Albert_Hammond_Jr___Blue_Skies,sad, "Blue Skies There are things I could\'ve told you\nThere\'s a time and a place\nWhere my words, would allow me\nTo say what I want change \nDon\'t let me know know as its happening\nDon\'t let me know what you said \nThere are birds all around me\nThere were flowers pressed to my face\nAnd in time you will forget me\nAnd I\'ll try and do the same\nDon\'t let me know know as its happening\nDon\'t let me know what you said \nIt\'s been years since I saw you\nBut each day I see your face\nAnd in time you will remind me\nThat I wish were the same \nDon\'t let me know know as its happening\nDon\'t let me know what you said",1 +3068,Bill_Whelan___Riverdance,happy, "Riverdance Hear my cry in my hungering search for you\nTaste my breath on the wind\nSee the sky as it mirrors my colors\nHints and whispers begin \nI am living to nourish you, cherish you\nI am pulsing the blood in your veins\nFeel the magic and power of surrender to life\nUisce Beatha \nEvery finger is touching, searching\nUntil your secrets come out\nIn the dance as it endlessly circles\nI linger close to your mouth\nI am living to nourish you, cherish you\nI am pulsing the blood in your veins\nFeel the magic and power of surrender to life\nUisce Beatha ",0 +833,Alison_Hinds___Roll_it_Gal,happy, "Roll It Gal \nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal \n \nWhen dem fly up in yuh face, gal\nMake dem know dem place\nNumba one in ah di race, gal\nCould neva replace\nIndependent and yuh strong, gal\nAnd you set di pace\nFit and healthy living long, gal\nFree yuhself gal, you got class and you got pride\nCome together cause we strong and unified\n \nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal \n \nWhen dem start to talk and chat, gal\nLet dem run dem mouth\nYou believe in Father God, gal\nHe will run dem out\nStrength and wisdom you must have, gal\nTry to seek dem out\nLiberate yuhself and live, gal\nThank di father that you\'ve grown and still alive\nIf you feel me ladies, roll it\'s time to rise \n \nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\n \nGo to school gal, and get yuh degree\nNurture and take care of yuh pickney\nGal, yuh work hard to make yuh money\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nIf yuh know yuh smart and yuh sexy\nNever let dem abuse yuh body\nShow it off gal, and let di world see\nRoll it gal, roll it gal \n \nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it\nRoll\nRoll it, roll it\nRoll\nRoll it\nRoll\nRoll it gal\n \nFree yuhself gal, you got class and you got pride\nCome together cause we strong and unified \n \nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nRoll it gal, roll it gal\nRoll\nControl it gal, roll it gal ",0 +4606,Butterfly_Boucher___Can_You_See_The_Lights,calm, "Can You See the Lights? How far\nHow far do you run to catch it?\nHow long\nHow long do you wait to find it?\nNow, can you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it\'s way\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night\nHow much\nHow much must you give to gain it?\nMy my\nHow did I\nGet to be by your side?\nNow, can you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it\'s way\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night\nCan you see the lights?\nCan you hear the noise?\nWell help is on it\'s way\nOoohhh\nAhhhhh\nIn the night, in the dark\nThings are brewing\nIn the night",2 +800,Alicia_Keys___Unbreakable,happy, "I’m Not Bruce Willis, Am I? Now I want that car, and I want that crib\nGotta reach for that bar gotta get a grip\nReach in that jar, tip toe and never trip\nHang where bad bitches are, kill babies and empty clips \nThese bitches in heat\nAsking me for a treat\nThis girl grown, take a seat, on me\nI wanna bone, if she beat, uhm, then not me\nNo self-respect, I inspect, myself\nSo shallow, my minds hollow, my styles borrowed, need help\nWhat\'d you expect, I disrespect, myself\nAnd this ho, her deep sorrow, I deep burrow, pussy help\nNow my lifes real bad\nI never though this would be the life I had\nMy parents mad, can\'t talk to my dad,I need mother who is MADD\nWhy the fuck is getting fucked up a fucking fad, real fucking sad\nProbably contracted a diseases\nNow I\'m shitting out my nose every time I sneeze\nSomebody save me please\nPlease stop me, take my keys\nI\'m not unbreakable, Alicia Keys\nAm I strong like David Dunn\nTake a hit, my head feels split\nWhy\'s it burn when I cum?\nSqueeze her tit, life\'s gone to shit\nLife\'s over, I\'m done \nI\'m not thinking clear, like a stupid dear. haaaaaanh",0 +1594,Antimatter___Fighting_For_A_Lost_Cause,sad, "Fighting For A Lost Cause And there it is, as pure as snow\nI couldn\'t see it for my head was too low\nAnd prying eyes, they stoop too low\nPoisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows \nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause \nThese are the hours on the range\nThe more you show them\nThe more they choose to take away\nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause \nSome things never change in the wings\nAnd as it\'s your war\nThere\'ll be no escape at all \nDefeated I, fighting for a lost cause\nDepleted I, dying for the wrong cause 5 ",1 +9166,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___The_Bleeding,anger, "The Bleeding \nLies! \n \nI remember when all the games began\nRemember every little lie Every little lie and every last goodbye\nPromises you broke, words you choked on\nAnd I never walked away Never walked away\nIt\'s still a mystery to me \n \nWell, I\'m so empty\nI\'m better off without you and you\'re better off without me\nWell, you\'re so unclean!\nI\'m better off without you and you\'re better off without me!\nRight!\n \nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, deceiving, the beatings; it\'s over! \n \nPaint the mirrors black to forget you\nI still picture your face Still picture your face\nAnd the way you used to taste Way you used to taste\nRoses in a glass, dead and wilted\nTo you, this all was nothing, everything to you is nothing \n \nWell, you\'re so filthy\nI\'m better off without you and you\'re better off without me\nWell, I\'m so ugly!\nYou\'re better off without me and I\'m better off alone!\nRight! \n \nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings, disaster; it\'s over! \n \nWhy? As wicked as you are\nYou\'re beautiful to me\nWhy? You\'re the darkest burning star\nYou\'re my perfect disease!\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 \nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings; it\'s over!\nDisaster!\nThe lying, the bleeding, the screaming!\nWas tearing me apart!\nThe hatred, the beatings; it\'s over!\nDisaster! \n \nIt\'s over now...17 ",3 +235,Abba___BangABoomerang,happy, "Bang-a-Boomerang \nMaking somebody happy is a question of give and take\nYou can learn how to show it so come on, give yourself a break\nEvery smile and every little touch\nDon\'t you know that they mean so much?\nSweet, sweet kisses so tender\nAlways will return to sender \n \nLike a bang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang\nLove is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum\nBy giving away, I think you\'ll learn\nYou\'ll get love in return\nSo bang, a boome-boomerang is love\nA boome-boomerang is love\n \nLove is always around and you can look for it anywhere\nWhen you feel that you\'ve found it my advice is to take good care\nNever use it as a selfish tool\nNever ever be such a fool\nEvery feeling you\'re showing\nIs a boomerang you\'re throwing \n \nYes a bang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang\nLove is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum\nBy giving away, I think you\'ll learn\nYou\'ll get love in return\nSo bang, a boome-boomerang is love \n \nAnd if you\'re warm and tender\nI\'ll kiss you, return to sender, please surrender \n \nBang, a boome-boomerang\nDum-de-dum-dum de-dum-de-dum-dum\nOh bang, a boome-boomerang is love\nA boome-boomerang is love",0 +5716,Coldplay___For_You,sad, "For You \nIf you\'re lost and feel alone\nCircumnavigate the globe\nAll you ever have to hope for two\nAnd the way you seem to float\nCircumnavigate in hope\nAnd they seem to lose control\nWith you \n \nOoh Ooh Ooh Ooh\nEveryone of us is hurt\nAnd everyone of us is scarred\nEveryone of us is scared\nNot you\n \nYour eyes closed\nYour head hurts\nYour eyes feel so low \n \nOoh Ooh Ooh Ooh\nEveryone of us is scared\nEveryone of us is hurt\nEveryone of us has hope\nAll for you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nFor youSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 2 ",1 +3603,Blu_Cantrell___10_000_Times,happy, "10,000 Times \nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too? \n \nBeen a long time\nSince I\'ve been serious\nNow you\'re curious\nWell, I can\'t stand to feel your touch\nI might start to like it a little too much\nAnd it hurts, but I\'m pushin\' you away\n\'Cause three months from now, you won\'t stay, oh\n \nJust when the lovin\' get good\nYou\'ll be gone\nAnd I\'ll be left with a broken heart\nTo heal all alone \n \nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too? \n \nKeep tellin\' me it won\'t be\nWhat I\'m used to\nYou won\'t hurt me\nBut that\'s so hard to believe\n\'Cause everyone has said\nThe same damn thing to me, oh\nAnd the sad thing is I want you\nBut my heart keeps telling me don\'t trust you \n \n\'Cause just when the loving gets good\nYou\'ll be gone\nAnd I\'ll be left with a broken heart\nTo heal all alone\n \nBeen in love 10,000 times Whoa\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times I\'ve been hurt\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Yeah\nWould you hurt me too?\nBeen in love 10,000 times I\'ve been in love\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Oh-oh\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you?\nWould you hurt me too? \n \nMaybe love just ain\'t for me Ooh\nWhy does this keep happening?\nMaybe one day I\'ll trust you Day, trust you\nBut for now\nHere\'s what I\'m gonna say to you, oh-oh-oh \n \nBeen in love 10,000 times Yeah\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Yeah\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Yeah\nWould you hurt me too?\nBeen in love 10,000 times I\'ve been hurt, yeah\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Oh-oh\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Baby\nWould you hurt me too? Oh-oh\nBeen in love 10,000 times I\'ve been hurt, yeah\nAnd I\'ve been hurt 10,000 times Whoa, whoa\nYet, and still you want a try Are you gonna try?\nBut what would you do if I gave my love to you? Hey\nWould you hurt me too? ",0 +673,Alex_Lloyd___Amazing,happy, "Amazing When all you want to do is rock\nBut you don\'t want to bear the shock, no more\nWhen its just sweat that fills your eyes\nBelated feelings that you have denied \nWhen every wolf is at your door\nJust like a hundred times before\nBut you don\'t want to leave the end \nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn\'t change it\n\'Cause we were amazing things\nRebuilding bridges in your mind\nYour eagerness now is on the line\nThe plastic mountain at your feet\nDivided streets now as you look to find a seat \nWhen every wolf is at your door\nJust like a hundred times before\nBut you don\'t want to see the end \nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn\'t change it\n\'Cause we were amazing things \nAnd I really didn\'t want that push today\nNo I really didn\'t want to end this way\nBut the things that seem to bind us\nAre the things we put behind us on this day \nYou were amazing\nAnd we did amazing things\nAnd I wouldn\'t change it\n\'Cause we were amazing things",0 +3455,Blessid_Union_Of_Souls___Let_Me_Be_The_One,happy, "Let Me Be The One So you\'re scared to show your feelings\nBaby I do understand\nI don\'t make a promise I can\'t keep\nI vow to be a real good friend \nIn those big green eyes I see a glow of love\nI just hope that I\'m the one you\'re dreaming of \nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, Oh baby\nLet me be the one\nWe spend all our time together\nWe can\'t stand to sleep alone\nWhen you say you have to leave for now\nI miss you before you\'re gone \nAll along we thought this was absurd absurd\nEvery moment that we spend goes by too fast\nDarling Darling take this chance with me\nAs I have eyes only for you\nOh baby \nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, come on\nLet me be the one \nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame\nOh baby, come on\nLet me be the one\nFor you \nDon\'t be scared to show your feelings\nCause baby I do understand\nI don\'t make no promises I can\'t keep\nI vow to be a real good man\n All along we thought that this was absurd absurd\nEvery moment that we spend goes by too fast\nDarling Darling take this chance with me\nCause I have eyes only for you \nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame tonight\nOh baby baby baby baby \nLet me be the one to love you\nLet me be the one to care\nLet me be the one to light your flame tonight ",0 +2606,Bebel_Gilberto___Baby,calm, "Baby You know, you must take a look at the new land\nThe swimming pool and the teeth of your friend\nThe dirt in my hand\nYou know, you must take a look at me \nBaby, baby\nI know that\'s the way\nYou know, you must try the new ice cream flavor\nDo me a favor, look at me closer\nJoin us and go far\nAnd hear the new sound of my bossa nova\nBaby, baby\nIt\'s been a long time\nYou know, it\'s time now to learn Portuguese\nIt\'s time now to learn what I know\nAnd what I don\'t know\nAnd what I don\'t know\nAnd what I don\'t know \nI know, with me everything is fine\nIt\'s time now to make up your mind\nWe live in the biggest city of South America\nOf South America\nOf South America\nLook here, read what I wrote on my shirt \nBaby, baby\nI love you\nYou do",2 +9230,Flobots___We_Are_Winning,anger, "We Are Winning \nRival gangsters sit down to plan an after-school program\nA religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project\nA group of teenage boys watches a video\nOf a father playing catch with his son\nAn adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples\nFully clothed and smiling\nA record executive records a demo of his apology\nA policeman makes reverse 911 calls\nInstructing residents to take to the streets\nA patriot reports for duty\nShe\'s wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign\nShe\'s ashamed of her birthplace, but retreat is not an option\n \nWomen and children, frontline, log on, tune in, stand and be counted\nWounded, stationed, in the belly of the vulture\nWatch your back, there\'s no civilians\nWomen, children, frontline, listen\nConsider this a distant, early warning\nThe fire\'s imminent, pollution, gathering dust particles\nFunneling through smokestacks, airwaves, bandwidth\nDisinformation tube-fed, check the labels\nDelete the virus - alert the masses! \n \nButterfly wing crosswinds, send Black Hawks toward hurricane survivors\nRoses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks\nPacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles\nNew forms are beginning to take shape\nOnce-occupied minds are activating\nPeople are waking up! The insurgency is alive and well \n \nRise of the Flobots; portrait of the new American insurgent\nRattle and shake the foundations of the world order\nAssembly line consent, resist, refuse, inform\nCreate, direct loved ones to the trenches\nSuit up, forge rubble into fortresses\nPlaster, cloth, aluminum, broken porcelain\nRusted platinum, burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds\nHammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor\n \nWe are building up a new world, do not sit idly by\nDo not remain neutral, do not rely on this broadcast alone\nWe are only as strong as our signal\nThere is a war going on for your mind\nIf you are thinking, you are winning\nResistance is victory, defeat is impossible\nYour weapons are already in hand\nReach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom\nFight with tools!\nYour fate, and that of everyone you know, depends on it2 ",3 +4448,Bruce_Springsteen___Nothing_Man,calm, "Nothing Man \nI don\'t remember how I felt, I never thought I\'d live\nTo read about myself in my hometown paper\nHow my brave young life was forever changed\nIn a misty cloud of pink vapor \n \nDarling, give me your kiss\nOnly understand\nI am the nothing man\n \nAround here everybody acts the same\nAround here everybody acts like nothing\'s changed\nFriday night club meets at Al\'s Barbecue\nThe sky is still the same unbelievable blue \n \nDarling, give me your kiss\nCome and take my hand\nI am the nothing man \n \nYou can call me Joe, buy me a drink and shake my hand\nYou want courage, I\'ll show you courage you can understand\nPearl and silver resting on my night table\nIt\'s just me Lord, pray I\'m able \n \nDarlin\' with this kiss\nSay you understand\nI am the nothing man\nI am the nothing manSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 1 ",2 +7840,Eftos___SelfDestruct_Intelligence,happy, "Self-destruct Intelligence Self-destruct Intelligence\nDesperate evidence\nThey are screaming in confusion\nScreening poisoned evolution\nCrying at the void\nDying, ending, wiping out\nNo suicide is no solution\nAnti learning - a growing conclusion\nHelp us, help us nonexistence\nNo one there to cast a shout\nI refuse to see the truth\nKill me, shoot me, wipe me out\nLearning leads to devastation\nMindless efforts combination\nAll the books they tell us lies\nNo one here to win the price ",0 +9465,Frankie_Goes_To_Hollywood___Relax,happy, "Relax \nMi-i-ine\nGive it to you one time, now\nWe-ell\nWhoa\nWe-ell, now \n \nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax don\'t do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to come\nCome on\nOhhh\n \nBut shoot it in the right direction\nMake makin\' it your intention Ooh yeah, ooh yeah\nLive those dreams\nScheme those schemes\nGot to hit me Hit me!\nHit me Hit me!\nHit me with those laser beams\nOw ow ow!\nLaser beam me\n1, 2 \n \nRelax\nDon\'t do it\nRelax\nWhen you want to come\nCome, uhh! Woo! \nOw ow ow ow ow ow uh!\nI\'m coming\nI\'m coming-yeah \n \nRelax, don\'t do it Once you\'re inside of me\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to come\nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to suck it, chew it\nRelax, don\'t do it, no!\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\nWhen you want to come\n Come!\nHuh!\nOw ow ow ow! Woooo! Ow ow ow yeah\nThe scene of love, feel it \n \nRelax, don\'t do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax, don\'t do it\nOw ow yeah\nRelax don\'t do it\nWhen you want to go to it\nRelax don\'t do it \n \nNow\'s the time, it\'s party time Hey!\nCome!14 ",0 +5418,Christina_Milian___Got_To_Have_You,happy, "Got To Have You \nYou and I have been best friends for years\nThrough good and bad you\'re always here\nAnd no matter what you know I\'m there oh, oh\nSo when you asked me 'Wussup\'\nFind you a girlfriend to hook up\nNow you were looking for 'the one\' \n \nI got this feelin\' so deep inside of me then\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I\n \nGot to have you\nAnd I don\'t know what I should do\nAnd I\'m guessing that you don\'t have a clue\nBut I\'m thinking that we would be cool\nLet\'s try it out and see\nHow happy we could be\nThen maybe you would be in love with me \n \nI tried to ignore this silly feeling of mine\nBut I couldn\'t help but find some girls\nThat weren\'t your kind I\nHooked you up with Lisa cuz she wasn\'t too bright\nAnd I hooked you up with Sheila\nCause I knew she wasn\'t right then.. \n\nI got this feelin\' so deep inside of me then\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I \n \nI got this feeling so deep inside of me\nSo suddenly I came to realize that I\nI got to have you and I wanna make you see\nGive us a try and maybe you would be in love with me!",0 +4612,Buzzcocks___Ever_Fallen_In_Love_With_Someone_You_Shouldntve,happy, "Ever Fallen in Love With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve \nYou spurn my natural emotions\nYou make me feel I\'m dirt, and I\'m hurt\nAnd if I start a commotion\nI run the risk of losing you, and that\'s worse \n \nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with?\n \nI can\'t see much of a future\nUnless we find out what\'s to blame, what a shame\nAnd we won\'t be together much longer\nUnless we realize that we are the same \n \nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with? \n \nYou disturb my natural emotions\nYou make me feel I\'m dirt, and I\'m hurt\nAnd if I start a commotion\nI\'ll only end up losing you, and that\'s worse \n \nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with?\nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with?\n \n \nEver fallen in love with someone?\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nEver fallen in love, in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with? \n \n-'ve fallen in love with?\nEver fallen in love with someone\nYou shouldn\'t\'ve fallen in love with?10 ",0 +7513,Dragonland___A_Thousand_Points_Of_Light,sad, "A Thousand Points Of Light As the hordes of the night finally were defeated, nature was\nBeginning on it\'s task to restore Dragonland to it\'s former\nGrandeur and beauty. The sun reached the surface for the first\nTime in a hundred years, revealing the scars the evil reign\nHad bestowed upon the earth. But alas, we could yet again live\nAs the free people we once were. Thus, fulfilling all of the\nLost saviour prophecies on but one aspect, I knew my quest\nWas far from finished. As I kneeled in the bloodslaked soil of\nThe battlefield, the sky itself seemed to open up an reach for\nMe, call for me. After a moment of hesitance all was clear... \nAs this eternal struggle has come to end\nThe light of life now shines upon us once again\nBut can we truly be free of tyranny and grief?\nI see a thousand points of light reaching for me \nNow nature grows and blooms and people live again\nYet this is not the end, I feel it \nThis power given to me is more than I can bear\nUnbidden flowing through my mind\nDivine it is but it could ruin this world\nI see a thousand points of light reaching for me \nNow nature grows and blooms and people live again\nYet this is not the end, I fear it \nI am the one to end this game\nThis world will never be the same\nI have the power in my hands\nThe time has come to save all life\nI\'ll do what it takes, no more lies\nI\'ll choose the destiny of Dragonland \nA thousand points of light\nThe madness now have to end\nI\'ve yet to destroy the ones\nThe Gods responsible for this\nA thousand points of light\nMy final quest is at hand\nTo let people live their lives in peace\nWithout Gods and without me\n Solo \nWith great reluctance I reached into the light\nI rise up to the skies, enraged and full of might\nThey stand before me radiating azure-blue\nI\'ll fight them till the end, yes, that\'s what I must do \nAnd I shall rid this world of Gods to rule our lives\nSo now the end is here, I know it \nWith all my force I strike them down\nThey scream in anguish as they drown\nIn fire they now turn to sand\nThey beg for mercy, I give none\nMy life is over, my quest done\nI\'ve saved all living here in Dragonland \nA thousand points of light\nThe madness, now it has end\nI\'ve yet to become one with all\nOne with universe\nA thousand points of light\nDragonland is at peace\nA thousand points of light\nIs reaching for me ",1 +9341,Foo_Fighters___The_Deepest_Blues_Are_Black,sad, "The Deepest Blues Are Black \nShame on you\nSeducing everyone\nYou faded jewel\nYou diamond in the rough\nYou don\'t have to tell me\nI know where you\'ve been\nShining once again \n \nWill you do\nThe thing you\'ve always done\nTell me true\nI think you know the one\nOne that makes me blurry\nColors start to run\n \nEvery time I wonder\nI go under \n \nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are black \n \nHow my mind is spinning\nAnd my head is going numb\nRight from the beginning\nOur ending had begun\nI can be your trouble\nShiver into you \n \nShaking like the thunder\nSinking under \n \nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black\n \nWhen it comes closing in\nReject\nCause I gotta move\nAnd the simple things get in the openings\nConnect\nBecome something new\nTo remove \n \nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black\nThe deeper the blues, the more I see black\nSweeter the bruise, the feeling starts coming back\nAll the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black1 ",1 +9229,Flobots___Mayday,anger, "', 'default\'",3 +98,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___Everything_Always_Goes_Wrong,sad, "Everything Always Goes Wrong \nWaves wash over everything on the ground\nThe sun\'s reflection blocked by a sound\nThe sound of life just as it\'s ripped apart\nI\'d say these words to you but fear that my heart would stay away \n \nYou took my hand, so I showed you the place\nNow it\'s grown empty you can see it in my face\nThen the sound and it rips me in half\nWho\'d say these things to you if it wasn\'t meant to last not today\n \nLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love \n \nWhat comes out nails your head to the floor\nI say I\'m sorry as I\'m walking out the door \n \nLove, love, love, love, love, love, love, love",1 +5319,Chris_Cornell___Cant_Change_Me,calm, "Can’t Change Me \nShe can do anything at all\nHave anything she pleases\nThe power to change what she thinks is wrong\nBut what could she want with me? Yeah \n \nWait, just one minute here\nI can see that she\'s trying to read me\nSuddenly I know\n \nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nBut she can\'t change me\nNo, she can\'t change me \n \nShe has the daylight at her command\nShe gives the night its dreams, yeah\nShe can uncover your darkest fear\nAnd make you forget you feel it \n \nBut wait, just one minute more\nI can see that she\'s trying to free me\nSuddenly I know \n \nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nBut she can\'t change me\nNo, she can\'t change me \n \nSuddenly I can see everything that\'s wrong with me, yeah\nWhat can I do? I\'m the only thing I really have at all\n \nBut wait, just, one minute here\nI can see that she\'s trying to need me\nSuddenly I know \n \nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nShe\'s going to change the world\nBut she can\'t change me\nNo, she can\'t change me ",2 +77,A_Perfect_Circle___Vanishing,sad, "Vanishing Disappear\nDisappear\nHigher\nHigher\nInto the air\nSlowly disappear\nNo, no longer here \nDisappear\nDisappear\nThinner, thinner\nInto the air\nNever really here\nWasn\'t ever, ever\nLike a thought brushing up against a sigh\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away, floating away\nFloating away \nVanishing like a\nSigh and slowly\nDisappear\nDisappear\nVanish\nVanish\nInto the air\nSlowly disappear\nNever really here \nFloating away, floating away, floating away, floating away 3 ",1 +280,Above_The_Golden_State___Ill_Love_You_So,happy, "I’ll Love You So \nI feel the sun, it\'s returned again\nTo chase the cold far away\nI\'m not alone to fight the world I?m in\nYou gave me hope for better days \n \nI was searching for a friend like no other\nI never thought You\'d come my way \n \nEverything I give to You\nI\'ll love You so\nEverything I say or do\nI\'ll love You so\n \nLook where we\'ve come, how could I ever forget\nBefore Your love my heart was dead?\nI was afraid that my sun would set\nBut You stayed around to lift my head \n \nI was living my whole life undercover\nI never dreamed I\'d see Your face \n \nEverything I give to You\nI\'ll love You so\nEverything I say or do\nI\'ll love You so\nOoh, I\'ll love You so\nOoh, I\'ll love You so \n \nEverything I give to You\nI\'ll let it go\nEverything I say or do\nI\'ll love You so\nOoh, I\'ll love You so\nOoh, I\'ll love You so\n \nOoh, I feel the sun\nI\'ll love You so\nI feel the sun ",0 +3494,Blink182___Please_Take_Me_Home,happy, "Please Take Me Home \nOh no, it happened again\nShe\'s cool, she\'s hot, she\'s my friend\nI\'d drive for hours, it\'s so\nYou leave me nowhere to go \n \nShe\'s unstoppable, unpredictable\nI\'m so jaded, calculated wrong \n \nPlease take me home\nToo late, it\'s gone\nI bet you\'re sad\nThis is the best time we ever had\n \nI hope, hope that it lasts\nGive in, forget the past\nBe strong when things fall apart\nHonest, this breaks my heart \n \nShe\'s unstoppable, unpredictable\nI\'m so jaded, calculated wrong \n \nPlease take me home\nToo late, it\'s gone\nI bet you\'re sad\nThis is the best time we ever had \n \nPlease take me home\nToo late, it\'s gone\nI bet you\'re sad\nThis is the best time we ever had \n[Bridge: Tom DeLonge & Mark Hoppus]\nWhy did we have to go date?\nIt\'s too easy to complicate\nBe strong when things fall apart Be strong when things fall apart\nHonest, this breaks my heart It\'s so hard\nLet\'s go!\n \nPlease take me home\nToo late, it\'s gone\nI bet you\'re sad\nThis is the best time we ever had \n \nPlease take me home\nToo late, it\'s gone\nI bet you\'re sad\nThis is the best time we ever had12 ",0 +2896,Bernard_Fanning___Not_Finished_Just_Yet,calm, "Not Finished Just Yet \nWhy me, oh, why not me?\nHow\'d I ever get so lucky?\nCan you feel it on the rise with its urgent sweep?\nWe\'re not finished just yet \n \nWill you raise a smile when you see me come?\nOr linger in the darknesses I spun?\nYour confidence and trust are so hard won\nWe\'re not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest\n \nWrite yourself a message of kindness\nSing yourself a song to reconcile\nHow you\'re gonna sail a steady ship right through the tempest\nNo, we\'re not finished just yet \n \nWill you raise a smile when you see me come?\nOr linger in the darknesses you spun?\nYour confidence and trust are so hard won\nWe\'re not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest \n \nWrite yourself a message of kindness\nSing yourself a song to reconcile\nHow you\'re gonna sail a steady ship right through the tempest\nNo, we\'re not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest\nNo, we\'re not finished just yet\nGotta get this off my chest",2 +9168,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___Bulletproof,anger, "Bulletproof \nYou can take money\nYou can take the ride\nYou can take it all but never get inside\nYou can\'t take my honor\nYou can\'t take my soul\nYou can\'t take the fact you\'ll never have control \n \nYou won\'t break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can\'t shake me down\nI\'m fucking bulletproof\n \nAll I\'ve learned, it\'s like poison\nAll I\'ve known, inside my veins\nAll I\'ve seen, it\'s like venom\nAll I know, it\'s all that remains \n \nYou can keep the fortune\nYou can have the fame\nYou can have the shit you never will obtain\nYou can\'t take my virtue\nYou can\'t take my pride\nYou can\'t take the anger building up inside \n \nYou won\'t break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can\'t shake me down\nI\'m fucking bulletproof \n \nAll I\'ve learned, it\'s like poison\nAll I\'ve known, inside my veins\nAll I\'ve seen, it\'s like venom\nAll I know, it\'s all that remains\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 \n \nYou won\'t break me\nNo matter how hard you try\nYou can\'t shake me down\nI\'m fucking bulletproof \n \nAll I\'ve learned, it\'s like poison\nAll I\'ve known, inside my veins\nAll I\'ve seen, it\'s like venom\nAll I know, it\'s all that remains \n \nAll I\'ve learned, it\'s like poison\nAll I\'ve known, inside my veins\nAll I\'ve seen, it\'s like venom\nAll I know, it\'s all that remains1 ",3 +2674,Beirut___Scenic_World,happy, "Scenic World \nThe lights go on\nThe lights go off\nWhen things don\'t feel right\nI lie down like a tired dog\nLicking his wounds in the shade \n \nWhen I feel alive\nI try to imagine a careless life\nA scenic world where the sunsets are all\nBreathtaking\nBreathtaking 2 ",0 +3884,Boney_M___Rasputin,happy, "TranslationsDeutschRasputin \nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people look at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks, he was such a lovely dear\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstasy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire \n \nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n \nThere lived a certain man in Russia long ago\nHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow\nMost people look at him with terror and with fear\nBut to Moscow chicks, he was such a lovely dear\nHe could preach the Bible like a preacher\nFull of ecstasy and fire\nBut he also was the kind of teacher\nWomen would desire \n \nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on \n \nHe ruled the Russian land and never mind the Tsar\nBut the kazachok, he danced really wunderbar\nIn all affairs of state, he was the man to please\nBut he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze\nFor the Queen, he was no wheeler-dealer\nThough she\'d heard the things he\'d done\nShe believed he was a holy healer\nWho would heal her son\n \nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThere was a cat that really was gone\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nIt was a shame how he carried on\n \nBut when his drinking, and lusting and his hunger for power\nBecame known to more and more people\nThe demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder \n \nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey \n \n This man\'s just gotta go, declared his enemies\nBut the ladies begged, Don\'t you try to do it, please \nNo doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms\nThough he was a brute, they just fell into his arms\nThen one night some men of higher standing\nSet a trap, they\'re not to blame\n Come to visit us, they kept demanding\nAnd he really came\n \nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThey put some poison into his wine\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nHe drank it all and he said, I feel fine \nRa-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian Queen\nThey didn\'t quit, they wanted his head\nRa-Ra-Rasputin, Russia\'s greatest love machine\nAnd so they shot him \'til he was dead \n \nOh, those Russians48 ",0 +860,Alison_Moyet___Invisible,sad, "Invisible You\'ve got me so confused\nAnd there\'s words I could use\nBut I\'m afraid to say them\nI feel I\'ve been had and I\'m boiling mad\nStill I can\'t live without you\nYou don\'t have the time\nAnd you won\'t spend a dime\nNot even to call me\nOh, you don\'t know I exist\nAnd I wouldn\'t be missed\nIf I had the nerve to quit you\nInvisible\nI feel like I\'m invisible\nYou treat me like I\'m not really there\nAnd you don\'t really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain\'t going nowhere \nInvisible\nJust like your love\nYou treat me like I\'m invisible\nWhen you get the need to flirt\nYou do the works\nYou just don\'t care how much it hurts \nI can never reach you on the phone\nIt rings and rings when I know you\'re home\nIt may be naïve, but I just wanna believe\nI\'m the only one, hey, baby\nI tell myself lies and give you alibis\nKnowing your promises you\'ll never keep\nLike a merry-go-round\nI\'m going up, going down\nI\'m on a dead end street \nInvisible\nJust like your love\nI feel like I\'m invisible\nYou treat me like I\'m not really there\nAnd you don\'t really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain\'t going nowhere\n Although I know it\'s not a lot\nDon\'t wanna lose what little we got\nI keep hanging on knowing I can\'t win\n\'Cause it\'s too hard start over again \nInvisible\nI feel like I\'m invisible\nYou treat me like I\'m not really there\nAnd you don\'t really care\nI know this romance\nIt ain\'t going nowhere \nInvisible\nJust like your love\nYou treat me like I\'m invisible\nWhen you get the need to flirt\nYou do the works\nYou just don\'t care how much it hurts... ",1 +7424,Dooley_Wilson___As_Time_Goes_by,happy, "As Time Goes By You must remember this\nA kiss is still a kiss\nA sigh is just a sigh\nThe fundamental things apply\nAs time goes by \nAnd when two lovers woo\nThey still say, I love you. \nOn that you can rely\nNo matter what the future brings\nAs time goes by\nMoonlight and love songs are never out of date\nHearts full of passion, jealousy and hate\nWoman needs man and man must have his mate\nThat no one can deny \nIt\'s still the same old story\nA fight for love and glory\nA case of do or die\nThe world will always welcome lovers\nAs time goes by \nMoonlight and love songs are never out of date\nHearts full of passion, jealousy and hate\nWomans need man and man must have his mate\nThat no one can deny \nIt\'s still the same old story\nA fight for love and glory\nA case of do or die\nThe world will always welcome lovers\nAs time goes by ",0 +2051,Athlete___Beautiful,happy, "Beautiful Bring in in the new sound\nMake it in, oh please begin\nAll I have been missing\nFill me in, please fill me in \nOh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nOh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nGive me teeth that are golden\nAnd grown up food to eat\nShine, shine that light\nMake it in, bring it in \nOh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up \nOh-oh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up \nOh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up \nOh-oh this is beautiful\nI\'ve got to soak it up\nI\'ve got to soak it up",0 +4389,Broken_Social_Scene___Handjobs_For_The_Holidays,happy, "Handjobs for the Holidays \nLet me take you on\nWe\'ll get high just a little\nTry to surface the calm\nWe don\'t come inside \n \nHas it brought you closer to this?\nYeah, has it brought you closer to this? \n \nAnd is it coming alive?\nTry to believe it\nWas the question a point?\nI don\'t want your love\n \nHas it brought you closer to this?\nYeah, has it brought you closer to this? \n \nWe\'ve got eyes that leave us in places we don\'t see\nWe\'ve got eyes that leave us in places we don\'t see \n \nLet me take you on\nWe\'ll get high just a little\nIt kind of takes the joy away\nWe don\'t come at all \n See Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0 +4959,Castanets___You_Are_The_Blood,calm, "You Are the Blood You are the blood\nFlowing through my fingers\nAll through the soil\nUp in those trees \nYou are electricity\nAnd you are light\nYou are sound itself\nAnd you are flight ",2 +7788,Eels___Dead_Of_Winter,calm, "Dead of Winter Standing in the dark outside the house\nBreathing in the cold and sterile air\nWell I was thinking how it must feel\nTo see that little light\nAnd watch it as it disappears\nAnd fades into\nAnd fades into the night \nSo I know you\'re going pretty soon\nRadiation sore throat got your tongue\nMagic markers tattoo you\nAnd show it where to aim\nAnd strangers break their promises\nYou won\'t feel any\nYou won\'t feel any pain\nAnd the streets are jammed with cars\nRockin\' their horns\nTo race to the wire\nOf the unfinished line \nThought that I\'d forget all about the past\nBut it doesn\'t let me run too fast\nAnd I just wanna stand outside\nAnd know that this is right\nAnd this is true\nAnd I will not\nFade into\nFade into the night \nStanding here in the dark",2 +9544,Freeland___Mind_Killer,sad, "Mind Killer Fear...\nIs the mind killer \nIn the space of the heart is a place of no FEAR!\nFear is the mind killer\nA feeling without limits that you cannot ENGINEER!\nFear is the mind killer\nWhoever said we\'re not supposed to get ECSTATIC?\nFear is the mind killer\nIt\'s a media-induced comatose ANAESTHETIC!\nFear is the mind killer",1 +1183,Anastacia___Youll_Never_Be_Alone,happy, "You’ll Never Be Alone \nThe world is changing\nAnd time is spinning fast\nIt\'s so amazing how you came into my life\nI know it seems all hope is gone\nI know you feel you can\'t be strong\nAnd once again the story ends with you and I \n \nAnd anytime you feel like you just can\'t go on\nJust hold on to my love\nAnd you\'ll never be alone\n \nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I\'m forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI\'ll be right there, you\'ll never be alone \n \nHopeless to describe\nThe way I feel for you\nNo matter how I try\nWords would never do\nI looked into your eyes to find\nAs long as love is alive\nThere ain\'t nothing we can\'t make it through \n \nAnytime, or if only for a while\nDon\'t worry, make a wish\nI\'ll be there to see you smile \n \nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I\'m forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI\'ll be right there, you\'ll never be alone\nThrough the fire, by your side\nI will be there for you so I\'m, don\'t you worry\nAnd you know, I\'ll be there\nYou\'ll never be alone\nHold on, we can make it through the fire\nAnd my love, I\'m forever by your side\nAnd you know, if you should ever call my name\nI\'ll be right there\nOh, baby, hold on, hold on\nWe can make it through the fire\nWe can make it, baby and my love\nSaid I\'m forever by your side, yeah\nAnd you know\nIf you should ever call my name\nSaid I\'ll be, I\'ll be right there\nHold on, yeah, yeah\nWe can make it through the fire\nYeah, yeah\nOh, no my love\nI know, and you know I\'m forever by your side\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nAnd you know\nIf you should ever call my name\nI\'ll be right there",0 +1219,Anathema___Sleepless,sad, "Sleepless \nAnd I often sigh\nI often wonder why\nI\'m still here and I still cry \n \nAnd I often cry\nI often spill a tear\nOver those not here\nBut still they are so near\n \nPlease ease my burden \n \nAnd I still remember\nA memory and I weep\nIn my broken sleep\nThe scars they cut so deep \n \nPlease ease my burden\nPlease ease my pain \n \nSurely without war there would be no loss\nHence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery\nNo sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more\nNo more war 1 ",1 +7893,Elbow___powder_blue,calm, "Powder Blue \nYour eyes are just like black spiders\nYour hair and dress in ribbons\nBabycakes\nIn despair or incoherent, nothing in between\nChina white, my bride tonight\nSmiling on the tiles \n \nBring that minute back\nWe never get so close as when the sunward flight begins\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh\n \nStumble through the crowds together\nThey\'re trying to ignore us\nThat\'s okay\nI\'m proud to be the one you hold when the shakes begin\nSallow-skinned, starry-eyed\nBlessed in our sin \n \nBring that minute back\nWe never get so close to death, makes you so alive\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh\nYeah, yeah\nHey, yeah \nHey, yeah \n \nBring that minute back\nWe\'ll never get so close as when the sunward flight begins\nI share it all with you\nPowder blue, oh",2 +7190,Dimmu_Borgir___Master_Of_Disharmony,sad, "Master of Disharmony Master of disharmony\nWelcome my tainted soul\nTake me from the hordes of the living\nInto the blessed darkness\nMaster of disharmony\nTake my impure flesh\nLead me into the path of temptation\nSave me from cowardness \nSave me from cowardness\nMaster of sin\nTake my cursed heart\nBring me where I can find salvation\nFor I am the damned \nMaster of death\nTake my pitiful life\nI am enslaved\nI shall never forget the pain \nMaster of sin\nTake my cursed heart\nBring me where I can find salvation\nFor I am the danmed \nMaster of death\nTake my pitiful life\nI am enslaved\nI shall never forget the pain ",1 +6361,Daniel_Johnston___Foxy_Girl,calm, "Foxy Girl She\'s so precious \nShe\'s so luscious \nPut your head in a whirl \nSpinning 'round the world \nShe\'s the kind of girl \nYou\'ve seen a thousand times before\nAnd how often that you hoped \nShe\'d open up the door \nShe\'s a foxy girl \nAnd she knows just how to please \nShe brings out the man inside of me \nAnd the stars shine bright \nOn a dark Texas night \nShe brings out the man inside of me \nAnd my mind unwinds \nShe\'s so very kind \nAnd I swear I\'m melting on the floor \nHer eyes look at you \nYou don\'t know what to do\n But she seems to understand \nEverything you\'re thinking of \nYour words are lost in conversation \nPassing from your lips \nAnd all the time you\'re looking at her \nStruggling with your wit \nShe\'s a foxy girl \nAnd she\'s sure to rack your brain \nShe\'s a girl who might just drive you sane \nAnd the stars shine bright on a dark Texas night \nAnd she\'s as sweet as candy cane \nAnd your mind unwinds \nShe\'s so very kind\nAnd you\'d swear you\'re melting on the floor \nShe\'s so precious \nShe\'s so luscious \nShe could make you happy \nShe could set your soul free \nShe\'s the only one you\'ve ever talked to this way \nAnd all of a sudden you may find \nThat you have something new to say \nShe\'s a foxy girl \nDon\'t you know you love her so \nIt makes you feel like letting go \nAnd the stars shine bright \nOn a dark Texas night \nDon\'t you know she loves you so \nAnd your mind unwinds \nShe\'s so very kind \nAnd you\'ll swear you\'re melting on the floor \nShe\'s so precious \nShe\'s so luscious ",2 +9563,Frida___You_Know_What_I_Mean,sad, "You Know What I Mean \nJust as I thought I\'d make it\nYou walk back into my life\nJust like you never left\nJust as I\'d learned to be lonely\nYou call up to tell me\nYou\'re not sure if you\'re ready\nBut ready or not, you\'ll take what you\'ve got and leave \n \nLeave me alone with my heart\nI\'m putting the pieces back together again\nJust leave, leave me alone with my dreams\nI can do without you, know what I mean\n \nI wish I could write a love song\nTo show you the way I feel\nSeems you don\'t like to listen\nOh but like it or not, take what you\'ve got and leave \n \nLeave me alone with my heart\nIt\'s broken in two and I\'m not thinking too straight\nJust leave, leave me alone with my dreams\nYou\'ve taken everything else, you know what I mean",1 +6825,Deathstars___Termination_Bliss,sad, "Termination Bliss Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground\n- A polaroid of shame\nThe last angel\'s pathetic fame \nThe face of deceit with nails in her feet\nShe\'s a preacher deprived from her voice\nA punctured lung is creating noise \nThe cry that she made was the cry of a dying child\nThe revocation of empathy\nThe sound from a million dreams and scars\nTermination Bliss\nBlessed under a lie, Her last little weak why? \n- The bloody end of a dream\nSlit the throat and taste the cream \nShe wears her crown on a head that\'s bowed deep down\nA dying picture of lies\nA tortured saint fed to the flies ",1 +1141,Amy_MacDonald___Love_Love,happy, "Love Love \nOh love love you tear my world apart\nOh love love you always break my heart\nIt\'s been too long since you left me\nIt\'s been too long since the start\nOh love love please don\'t break my heart \n \nOh love love you always bring me down\nOh love love you turn my life around\nOh I don\'t know how to tell you\nOh I don\'t know what to say\nBut my heart is yours love in every single way\n \nAnd at night I sit and cry it seems\nWondering why love is not like my dreams\nWondering why I am still here all alone\nAnd at night I wish that you were there\nTouching my face and stroking my hair\nTelling me things, telling me stories\nTelling me you love me in all my glories \n \nLove love you\'re always in my heart\nOh love love I\'ve known it from the start\nOh I wish that I could tell you\nOh I wish that I could say\nThat my heart is yours like in every single way \n \nAnd at night I sit and cry it seems\nWondering why love is not like my dreams\nWondering why I am still here all alone\nAnd at night I wish that you were there\nTouching my face and stroking my hair\nTelling me things, telling me stories\nTelling me you love me in all my glories \n \nLove love I wish that I could see\nWhat in the world you mean to me\nOh love love you always bring me down down down\nOh love love I wish you\'d stick around 1 ",0 +4437,Bruce_Springsteen___Human_Touch,happy, "Human Touch \nYou and me, we were the pretenders\nWe let it all slip away\nIn the end what you don\'t surrender\nWell, the world just strips away \n \nGirl ain\'t no kindness in the face of strangers\nAin\'t gonna find no miracles here\nWell, you can wait on your blessings, darlin\'\nBut I got a deal for you right here\n \nI ain\'t lookin\' for prayers or pity\nI ain\'t comin\' 'round searchin\' for a crutch\nI just want someone to talk to\nAnd a little of that human touch\nJust a little of that human touch \n \nAin\'t no mercy on the streets of this town\nAin\'t no bread from heavenly skies\nAin\'t nobody drawin\' wine from this blood\nIt\'s just you and me tonight \n \nTell me in a world without pity\nDo you think what I\'m asking\'s too much ?\nI just want something to hold on to\nAnd a little of that human touch\nJust a little of that human touch \n \nOh girl, that feeling of safety you prize\nWell, it comes with a hard hard price\nYou can\'t shut off the risk and pain\nWithout losin\' the love that remains\nWe\'re all riders on this train\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 \nSo you been broken and you been hurt\nShow me somebody who ain\'t\nYeah I know I ain\'t nobody\'s bargain\nBut hell, a little touchup and a little paint \n \nYou might need somethin\' to hold on to\nWhen all the answers they don\'t amount to much\nSomebody that you can just talk to\nAnd a little of that human touch \n \nBaby in a world without pity\nDo you think what I\'m asking\'s too much ?\nI just want to feel you in my arms\nAnd share a little of that human touch\nShare a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nShare a little of that human touch\nFeel a little of that human touch\nGive you a little of that human touch\nGive me a little of that human touch2 ",0 +2580,Bear_In_Heaven___Casual_Goodbye,happy, "Casual Goodbye It\'s a casual goodbye, goodbye\nOff the mountainside\nSeen but not for long, too long\nAs our lights look down the road \nCasual we ride, we ride\nTo the mid day light\nCasual we drive, we drive\nOff the mountainside\nAnd the ground, it\'s closing down\nOut run it\nIt\'s a casual goodbye off the mountainside\nSeen but not for too long, too long\nAs our lights look down the road\nCasual we ride through the big blue sky\nAnd the ground, it\'s closing down\nOut run it\nOut run it\nOut in our place filled with lost existence\nYou\'ll fall forward because...\nOh no, my friends\nI think we\'ve turned into a big mistake\nBut those are the breaks\nFor having fun \nTurning away from the high road\nWe should find a flock of birds big enough\nTo pull us up\nFrom the low road\nCome on\nCome with us\nWe are falling straight down, so turn us up\nLoud and clear\nBefore we crash in the ground \nTurning away from the high road\nWe should find a flock of birds big enough\nTo pull us up\nFrom the low road\nCome on\nCome with us\nWe are falling straight down, so turn us up\nLoud and clear\nBefore we crash in the ground",0 +8334,Engineers___Forgiveness,happy, "Forgiveness Are these writers trying to teach me\nWhat if I decide to listen\nLearn about a newer meaning\nReconcile with my indifference \nDo I deserve\nForgiveness\nI need your\nForgiveness\nDon\'t want for more\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nForgiveness\nAll these tryers trying to reach me\nHoping I can serve them meaning\nCommit yourself to reason failing\nExtreme comforts ever pleasing \nDo I deserve\nForgiveness\nI need your\nForgiveness\nDon\'t want for more\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nYou got enough\nFor both of us\nIs there enough\nFor both of us\nIs there enough\nFor both of us",0 +6873,Denison_Witmer___Los_Angeles,sad, "Los Angeles I remember thinking\nThat you\'d never leave\nPraying in your bedroom\nBefore I fell asleep\nI still feel the moment\nWhen you came alive\nLike a poem about springtime\nNothing to hide \nAll of these homes\nAre lined up so straight\nBut here on the inside\nIt\'s not that way\nI gave you my life and more\nFrom sadness to sunshine\nI\'m yours, I\'m your lost happiness\nUp in your Los Angeles sky \nLately I\'ve been thinking\nThat you\'ll never know\nIf you don\'t mark the way back\nThe further you go\nLately I\'ve been feeling\nLike I\'m the bright star\nThat fell behind the mountain of feeling you are",1 +435,Aerosmith___You_Gotta_Move,happy, "You Gotta Move \nYou got to move \nYou got to move... ch-ch-ch-child\nYou got to move \n \nOh... when the Lord gets ready\nYou gotta move\nYou may be high\nYou may be low\nYou may be rich... child\nYou may be poor\nBut when the Lord gets ready\nYou gotta move\n \nYou see that woman... who walks the street\nYou see that police... upon his beat\nBut then the Lord gets ready \n ",0 +3714,Blur___Sing,sad, "Sing \nCan\'t feel\n\'Cause I\'m numb\nCan\'t feel\n\'Cause I\'m numb\nSo what\'s the worth\nIn all of this, this?\nWhat\'s the worth\nIn all of this? \n \nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\n \nSo what\'s the worth\nIn all of this, this?\nIf the child in your head\nIf the child is dead \n \nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me \n \n \nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nAh ah ah ahh\nSing to me 5 ",1 +7897,Elbow___An_Audience_With_The_Pope,happy, "An Audience with the Pope Sweet Jesus, I\'m on fire\nShe has the sweetest, darkest side\nAnd when it comes into her eyes\nI know iron and steel couldn\'t hold me \nGood God, I\'m easily bruised\nSo often a moth to her flame\nAnd the things that she\'s asked me to do\nWould see a senior saint forgetting His name \nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I\'m saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody\'s gonna have to wait\nWhere could she be?\nWas that a minute or an hour?\nWhere could she be?\nShe turns the hours into days\nKill the phone, cover the cage\nAnd wait for the doorbell to ring \nWhere could she be?\nNo, she won\'t come running\nWhere could she be?\nThe world is turning at her pace\nKill the phone, cover the cage\nAnd wait for the doorbell to ring \nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I\'m saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody\'s gonna have to wait \nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I\'m saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody\'s gonna have to wait \nI have an audience with the Pope\nAnd I\'m saving the world at eight\nBut if she says she needs me\nShe says she needs me everybody\'s gonna have to wait",0 +202,ATB___These_Days,happy, "These Days \nLet\'s take the long way home tonight\nAnd just cruise along the boulevards\nLet\'s shine a little, we\'re the streetlights\nAnd dream ourselves away to Mars\nLet\'s follow all the stars above\nOr maybe take the subway home \n \nThese days are mine\nAnd I\'m gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI\'ll make it up as I go\nThat\'s all I really know\nSo let\'s take the long way home\n \nLet\'s cry a little if we wanna\nOr laugh out loud the best we can\nLet\'s meet the comfort of convenience\nAnd search a silence deep within\nLet\'s stay a while and take it easy\nIf that\'s something you can overcome\nLet\'s take a minute just to slip away\nAnd linger on before it\'s gone \n \nThese days are mine\nAnd I\'m gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI\'ll make it up as I go\nThat\'s all I really know\nSo let\'s take the long way home \n \nThese days are mine\nAnd I\'m gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nI\'ll make it up as I go\nThat\'s all I really know\nSo let\'s take the long way home\n \nAnd I\'m gonna take it slow\nLike the peaceful waters flow\nAnd that\'s all I really know\nSo let\'s take the long way home ",0 +3647,Blue_October___Calling_You,happy, "Calling You \nThere\'s something that I can\'t quite explain\nI\'m so in love with you\nYou\'ll never take that away\nAnd if I\'ve said it a hundred times before\nExpect a thousand more\nYou\'ll never take that away \n \nWell expect me to be\nCalling you to see\nIf you\'re OK when I\'m not around\nAsking if you love me \nI love the way you make it sound\nCalling you to see\nDo I try too hard to make you smile?\nTo make us smile\n \nI will keep calling you to see\nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me \n \nI thought that the world had lost it\'s sway\nIt\'s so hard sometimes\nThen I fell in love with you\nThen came you\nAnd you took that away\nIt\'s not so difficult\nThe world is not so difficult\nYou take away the old\nShow me the new\nAnd I feel like I can fly when I stand next to you\nSo while I\'m on this phone\nA hundred miles from home\nI\'ll take the words you gave me and send them back to you \n \nI only want to see\nIf you\'re OK when I\'m not around\nAsking if you love me \nI love the way you make it sound\nCalling you to see\nDo I try too hard to make you smile?\nTo make us smile\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 \nI will keep calling you to see\nIf you\'re sleeping, are you dreaming\nIf you\'re dreaming, are you dreaming of me\nI can\'t believe you actually picked me8 ",0 +8449,Erasure___The_Circus,happy, "The Circus \nCall it new technology\nAnd they use it to burn\nAnd they show no concern\nWork for their prosperity\nWhile the big wheels turn\nNow it\'s too late to learn \n \nDon\'t upset the teacher\nThough we know he lied to you\nDon\'t upset the preacher\nHe\'s gonna close his eyes for you\n \nAnd it\'s a shame\nThat you\'re so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream \n \nFather worked in industry\nNow the work has moved on\nAnd the factory\'s gone\nSee them sell your history\nWhere once you were strong\nAnd you used to belong \n \nThere was once a future\nFor a working man\nThere was once a lifetime\nFor a skillful hand\nYesterday \n \nAnd it\'s a shame\nThat you\'re so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\n \n \nDon\'t upset the teacher\nThough we know he lied to you\nDon\'t upset the preacher\nHe\'s gonna close his eyes for you \n \nAnd it\'s a shame\nThat you\'re so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream \n \nTempers fray so easily\nIn desperate despair\nIs there anyone who cares?\nJust another tragedy\nJust a personal affair\nIn a room somewhere \n \nThere was once a future\nFor a working man\nThere was once a lifetime\nFor a skillful hand\nYesterday\n \nAnd it\'s a shame\nThat you\'re so afraid\nJust a worker waiting in the pouring rain\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream A broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream\nA broken, I\'m broken dream\nPutting back Putting back the pieces of a broken dream Broken dream\nPutting back the pieces of a broken dream Broken dream ",0 +663,Alesana___Early_Mourning,sad, "Early Mourning Last night I forgot\nHow the sound of your voice whispered sweet\nGoodbyes, your eyes left to die\nI\'m alone too\nI understand why \nWhy not one more night\nOne last kiss good bye\nMy sweet love tonight\nI hope the stars still spell out your name where you are...\nKiss my closing eyes\nHelp me sleep without you I\'m so lost\nTonight I cry\nTell me why\nI can\'t live without your warm embrace \nWhy not one more night\nOne last kiss good bye\nMy sweet love tonight\nI hope the stars still spell out your name where you are... \nI close my eyes and you are everything I see\nGoodbye \nGoodbye to you my love\nI won\'t forget you\nI\'ll see you soon\nGoodbye my love\nGoodbye to you my love\nI won\'t forget you\nLet me live 1 ",1 +7404,Donell_Jones___Special_Girl,happy, "Special Girl \nI\'m looking for that special girl, that special girl\nAll ya single ladies that look out for me\nI\'m the hottest single nigga to step on the scene\nGot the east side rockin\'\nGot the mid west talking\nGot the dirty south bouncin\'\nGot the west crib talking \nThe type a nigga that you wanna roll with baby\nDont get it twisted thinkin\' i\'m a sugar daddy\nYou can look like Halle with an ass like JLO\nAnd a smile like Janet but that\'s not enough\nYou may think that i\'m tripping take a minute and just listen\nIt ain\'t all about sex cause I can always get that\nI\'m a million dollar nigga need a million dollar woman\nMet this chick named Yvett and this what she said\n \nI can give you everything you need\nI can be your freak, even cook and clean\nIf thats all you got then you cannot get it\nCause I got a chef who can cook all my dinners\nI\'m looking for that nigga who ain\'t cheap\nTake me shopping every week\nI play this game for keeps \n \nIf thats how you get down its a rap and your finnished\nThere ain\'t no use in me gettin your digits\nIm looking for that special girl \n[Chorus: Yvette/Beverly/Donell Jones]\nYour looking for me, I\'m waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nthat special girl\nCome give it to me I\'m waiting on you bring your loving to me I got what you need\nim looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I\'m waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nthat special girl\nCome give it to me I\'m waiting on you bring your loving to me I got what you need \n \ncheck it out now\nSo I found out that Yvett can\'t give me what I need\nSo I hook up with this chick we call her Beverley\nHad a trunk tight body drove a chrome 600\nWith them big wheels gunnin\nMan this girl was on it\n Type of chick that drop a platinum card for me\nJust to show this down ass nigga that her pockets deep\nAnd the sex was blazin and her brain was crazy\nLingerie type lady still that\'s not enough \nYou may think that I\'m tripping take a minute and just listen\nIt ain\'t all about sex its whats in your head\nIm a million dollar nigga\nNeed a million dollar woman\nI won\'t settle for less and Beverley said \n \nI just gotta have you close to me\nI\'ll watch you while you sleep\nYou will never leave boy\nPossessive is somethin\' I just can\'t deal with\nGirl I can\'t be with you every minute\nI got plenty niggas who be sweating me\nAnd I been sweating you\nSo whats a girl to do?\nDon\'t try to deny your mental is a sickness\nBaby I\'m out it\'s a rap and your finished \n[Verse: Beverly/Donell Jones]\nim looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I\'m waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I\'m waiting on you\nBring your loving to me\nI got what you need\nsaid I\'m looking for that special girl\nYour looking for me I\'m waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I\'m waiting on you\nBring your loving to me\nI got what you need\n \nSaid I\'m searching, said I\'m looking\nAnd it feels like a lifetime searching for that someone ooh yea\nIs anybody out there\nIm looking for the one who cares\nSaid I\'m searching, said I\'m looking \nYou got what I want come give it to me\nIm waiting on you to bring your loving to me\nCome give it to me I\'m waiting on you\nTo bring your loving to me ",0 +3466,Blind_Melon___Pull,happy, "Pull \nPull you down, now \n \nKnees knelt, I got my arms open wide\nAnd the shades turned, so the colors die\nNo, don\'t hold too tight to the reel\n\'Cause it\'s a big one, boy\nIts\' gonna pull you down, now \n \nPull you down, now\n \nNo, the cook can\'t look\nNo, can\'t look\nNo, no 'cause he\'s keeping his eye on the kettle\nIndeed, he will be around\nWhen you, or you, or you feel the need to feel \n \nPull you down, now \n \nWell, I live more than what you\'ll ever know\nBut I\'ll give you more than what I\'ll ever show\nI live more than what you\'ll ever know\nAnd I\'ll give you more than what I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show\nMore than I\'ll ever show",0 +4616,CALLA___A_Sure_Shot,sad, "A Sure Shot It\'s a sure shot, don\'t make it complicated\nKeep your eyes on and your head in the air\nYou will know, you\'re taking it for granted\nPoor thing \nYou\'re pathetic\nAll in your mind, all in your head\nIf you be here then you\'re as good as dead\nAll in your mind, all in your head \nYou were all talk, you\'ve fallen out of favor\nLeft so gracious, no pressure\nIt\'s a lost cause, it\'s a lost endeavor\nSee, you brought it all upon yourself\nI\'m in your mind, I\'m in your head\nIf you give, you\'re as good as dead\nI\'m in your mind, I\'m in your head \nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head\nAt this moment, you\'re as good as dead\nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head\nAt this moment, you\'re as good as dead \nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head\nAt this moment, you\'re as good as dead\nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head\nAt this moment, you\'re as good as dead \nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head\nAt this moment, you\'re as good as dead\nYou\'re in my mind, you\'re in my head",1 +7764,Editors___The_Boxer,sad, "The Boxer \nA bruised full moon play-fights with the stars\nThis place is our prison, its cells are the bars\nSo take me to town, I want to dance with the city\nShow me something ugly and show me something pretty \n \nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nBy the count of three\n \nAn unwanted son pulls rank in the sky\nThe boxer isn\'t finished, he\'s not ready to die\nI\'m attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat\nIt\'s a violent night, there are boxers in the streets \n \nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nBy the count of three \n \nDamn this place\nMakes a boy out of me\nThe ring meets my face\nI\'m a fallen oak tree \n \nDazed in the final count\nDazed in the final count\nI\'m dazed in the final count\nDazed in the final count",1 +4118,Brandi_Carlile___Closer_To_You,happy, "Closer To You \nIt\'s hard to let the miles pass me by\nYellow lines, they blend together in my eyes\nAnd when the seasons change again, then I will too\nBut I just wanna be closer to you \n \nAnd I\'m staring out at endless rows of green\nThere are miles of hay like I\'ve never seen\nBut just when you think you\'ve had enough and your dreams come true\nI just wanna be closer to you\n \nOh my mind wanders through all that I\'ve been hiding from\nI tried not to let you down\nNow I wonder if I\'ve been doing something wrong\nHelp me get my feet back on the ground \n \nTomorrow I\'ll be lying under you\nWith a heart of gold and arms to fall into\nI know that there might come a day my life is through\nBut I just wanna be closer to you \n \nOh my mind wanders through all that I\'ve been hiding from\nI tried not to let you down\nNow I wonder if I\'ve been doing something wrong\nHelp me get my feet back on the ground \n \nSomeday we might learn to tell the truth\nWe might even find the fountains of our youth\nAnd we all needed something real, we all need proof\nBut I just wanna be closer to you\nI only wanna be closer to youSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45",0 +8406,Envy__Other_Sins___Man_Bites_God,sad, "Man Bites God Ladies and Gentlemen, it\'s good to meet again\nIt\'s good to get you in one place\nForget your dreary lives, left in the cold outside\nYou have no name, you leave no trace \nForget your weary problems Take off your clothes\nThere\'s far too many of them And it\'s worse than you suppose\nIndulge your animal instincts Unload your heads\nIt shouldn\'t take a moment To cross your legs instead \nWe\'re rotten to the core, we\'re all the same, we are scum\nYou were like us, but when did you become so righteous?\nLet\'s do a roaring trade, ‘til the day the Messiah comes\nAnd stops us having fun\nIn times of mass hysteria Keep track of your friends\nBut keep your enemies nearer Lest they start pretend...\n…ing that they always loved you Right from the start\nAnd try to claim it back off you",1 +2654,Bedouin_Soundclash___Shadow_Of_A_Man,happy, "Shadow Of A Man Don\'t look at me with sad eyes, tonight\nAnd can you show me, one more smile \nAnd let the room shine through the light, oh no\nUnder the bed is clean by daylight \nBut I saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he\'s got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl, when you go I\'ve got no soul\nWhere\'s your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere\'s my soul gone to?\nI\'m a shadow, of a man \nWalking down these bad streets\nLooking at this, where we believe\nTo know that I can\'t, ever leave, no\nUntil my footprint, wash to the sea \nBut I saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he\'s got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl when you go, I\'ve got no soul \nWhere\'s your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere\'s my soul gone to?\nI\'m a shadow, of a man \nAnd so far as I know\nAnd so far as it goes\nI will be yours in too long, no\nI will be yours in too long, no\nI saw a man standing on that hill\nWalking around like he\'s got no one\nWill I end up like him all alone?\nGirl when you go, I\'ve got no soul\n Where\'s your soul gone to?\nYour shadow, is coming through\nWhere\'s my soul gone to?\nI\'m a shadow, of a man \nWhere\'s my soul gone to?\nWhere\'s my soul gone to?\nWhere\'s my soul gone to? \nI\'m a shadow of a man, hey! ",0 +3467,Blind_Melon___No_Rain,happy, "No Rain \nAll I can say is that my life is pretty plain\nI like watching the puddles gather rain\nAnd all I can do is just pour some tea for two\nAnd speak my point of view, but it\'s not sane\nIt\'s not sane \n \nI just want someone to say to me\n I\'ll always be there when you wake \nYou know, I\'d like to keep my cheeks dry today\nSo stay with me and I\'ll have it made I\'ll have it made\n \nAnd I don\'t understand why I sleep all day\nAnd I start to complain that there\'s no rain\nAnd all I can do is read a book to stay awake\nAnd it rips my life away, but it\'s a great escape\nEscape\nEscape\nEscape \n \n \nAll I can say is that my life is pretty plain\nYou don\'t like my point of view\nYou think that I\'m insane\nIt\'s not sane\nIt\'s not sane \n \nI just want someone to say to me no oh oh oh\n I\'ll always be there when you wake \nY-yeah, yeah\nYou know, I\'d like to keep my cheeks dry today\nSo stay with me and I\'ll have it made \n \nI\'ll have it made\nOh and I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nAnd I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nOh, lord oh no no\nYou know I\'m really\nI\'m-a really gonna have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nYeah, you know I\'ll have it made\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohh\nI\'ll have it made\nOhh ohh oh ohhh, h, h, h, h, h, h 18 ",0 +3019,Big_Daddy_Weave___Words_Of_Life_Album_Version,anger, "Magnificent [Author’s Notes & Thank You’s] Thank you.\nThank you, thank you, thank you... \n \nI don\'t know what to say other than that. This whole project, whether you look at it as a mixtape or an album—to me—it\'s the beginning of my life\'s work. Literally. Some of the first few rhymes and personal musical compositions I ever wrote is on this very project. Stuff on here dates back to random scribbles on random class journal pages and napkins from my life in just 8th grade. \n \n- Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza and What\'s the 411/The Ride were my first two raps of 2012.\n- I Have to Go , Why You Forcing Me and I\'m Alive Again were among my first few original music and lyric compositions of that same year. \n \nAnd in just that year alone, I frequently was \'creating\'. Everyday before I had a laptop or a phone I basically had notebooks and pads on pads of new material and out of that—you actually have finally gotten the chance to hear a great amount of it. I\'ve been waiting a long time for that. For this. Honest. And that applies to every song on here. From the simple things I began drafting my freshman year at LaGuardia So Mellow , I. A Whole New World , to the more complex ideas branching from my complicated and isolated sophomore year Two Truths and a Lie , Oncheezied , this project for me is truly Magnificent, not just in content, but as an accomplishment, in all aspects of the word. \n \n...but this is surreal... \n \nFor some people it might be something of vanity that makes them continue in this field, or it bringing in the money that keeps them afloat, or for others it may just be the simplicity that it sometimes brings to your life. Specifically for me, I think it\'s the beauty of something I created actually coming to life. Except this time, it\'s not leading to the Pygmalion fault, it\'s leading to happiness. Sitting here listening to this stuff and playing it back, it\'s actually starting to sound the way I imagined it not so many years ago. That\'s inconceivable magic to me. Lovely magic. The type of magic that makes my grandparents smile at finally hearing their only son singing and loving music the way he used to—and it\'s that same smile that brightens their lives as they see their grandson doing what he\'s always wanted. The type of magic that makes me not feel alone but connected to more positive and beautiful things in life, more beautiful people. The type of magic that makes it clear anything is possible, even if it isn\'t necessarily obvious or evident. But, it\'s bittersweet just the same because this isn\'t it. It\'s not the end. I\'d like to be able to sit on this for a while and just listen with you. It\'s changed me, just in the way I hope it changes you. But I can\'t, I have to keep working. There\'s so much more I have to finish now that I don\'t think—but I know is possible. \nSo I\'d like to start by saying this is not your average mixtape. This is my mixtape. This is something different. Nothing on here is really going to sound like it\'s being DJ\'d and that\'s not the point if it were. It\'s the fact that despite what my father, Kedar and Mike have all told me throughout this phase of my life and how I ever felt about it—they\'re starting to sound right. This isn\'t a mixtape. \n \n...it\'s more of an album... \n \nA conceptual one on the objects and objectives of my desires, the inner workings of my puerile mind—that ironically refuses to be subject to mediocracy. And to those reading this, to those who I\'ve let in—especially those who I\'ve truly collaborated with on and during the time of recording this tape—I preach the same exact thing to you. To even those who don\'t enjoy this work of mine or aren\'t reading this, are reading this but don\'t feel it or perhaps may never read it, I still say the same. For the most part, I don\'t necessarily mind if you do not enjoy this. But I know I did and for now, I\'ll try my best to make that suffice and convince you I\'m worthy of your hearts next time around. \n\nNow for the thank you\'s... \nJharrel Jerome you\'re first up. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so very much for the opportunity that you gave me in the first place. Big Spender , Rap Battle Skit 1 , but then again all of F.M.L opened doors for me. Not only did you show me that literally someone my age could figure out a way to get a real studio and scrummage together some sort of money to get through an entire year of recording a project—but you gave me the template of what I believe helped me format this tape. And it was a template I had to both look up to and defeat at the same time. You making that both difficult and enjoyable for me has made me respect you more than just as an artist or as one of the many profusely heartwarming and talented creatures that walk this Earth, but as a man, and I will always look to you as that and nothing less. You\'re going to be an undoubtedly favorited addition to this label. All the best wishes to you and your family, as well as to your great success at Ithaca. \n \nTo the members of True Artists. I\'ll hit you all one by one in a moment, but I\'d like to start by saying you were the first part of the Magnificent family and my LaGuardia family. And I will never forget any of you for that. We\'ve kept each other intact in more ways than I bet any of us realize. We\'re changing the game with the stuff we do—and we know that. It\'s really too late to try and stray from it even if you wanted to. If anything happened to any of ya\'ll, I\'d lose it and I\'m glad we\'ve all stayed healthy and proud regardless of any of the traumas or stress in our lives. That\'s never negatively affected our art—but in some ways it\'s empowered it. Thus, why we\'re true artists . I know we hated the name starting out, but I\'m glad it\'s grown on us. I\'ll always have your backs when something ever goes askew and you can count on me to be the one dumping the gatorade on each of you when we reach the end of the road. \nLet\'s start with you Vito—mister Travis Raeburn. I\'ve known you since middle school well, more like known of you then and officially gotten to know you and consider you a close friend of mine during our years at LaGuardia. I trust you with all my heart man. We had a conversation once about our futures. Inconsistencies. Me about Steph, you about the things you haven\'t experienced. I don\'t exactly remember in what context, but I remember saying if we make it. You looked at me like I was crazy and stopped us from walking to where we had to go. You looked at me and set me straight. You told me when we make it. Forever since that moment, I\'ve held that thought close. Especially since it was similar to a parallel my father often made. God said let there be light , and there simply was. Nothing less. By continuing to think that way, we will be there in seconds. Best believe. \nMarquise Naipaul. It\'s funny how your name shortened is like the word mark , and you\'re an illustrator. We\'ve had some great times man. You\'re one of the most level-headed, humbled young men I\'ve gotten to know. You do what you do with ease. And your strategy out of everyone in our crew has easily allowed us to never feel restrained by an issue. To Marq, usually we can just so quickly bypass it, because your wisdom is plainly, anything is possible. If one thing doesn\'t work with you, you just go with it. Maybe it wasn\'t meant to happen, if it is, it\'ll happen eventually. Well, it\'s happening now. I think it really is. And I\'m glad we got front row seats. \nNathaniel Singh, I\'ve been praying for you man. As upset as I am that you had to leave LaG and that you were so sick all those months, I\'m glad you\'re finally getting back on your feet. If you listened to the tape, you probably noticed there\'s an unfinished version of Make Believe , and that\'s because we still gotta get together and do it. We need you Tanny. Our squad can\'t survive without you. You\'re such a humorous, friendly guy man. I\'m so sorry for the times you were going through during your absence. I know the world gets heavy on us sometimes and we\'d just prefer to drop the ball, but honestly man I love you to death. You gotta keep your head up and keep killing them with these hits. When we do finish Make Believe —well, let\'s just say we won\'t be able to live normal lives anymore. We\'re not normal people Nate. None of us are. Nobody on this tape is normal and that\'s the genius of it. We\'re all a little bit insane man and that\'s the thing that makes me and you click. Hell, half the time we\'re talking to each other people feel like we\'re speaking a different language. And it\'s \'cuz we are. Sincere gratitude to your parents, your brothers and much love to you and your boy Ceddy.\nP.S. I heard about the possible Def Jam signing man. God\'s pulling up on the other side huh? How green is it over there? Peace man. Stay up. \n \nHouston Arriaga, I gave you that Star name and it fits well. I got to know you pretty well as the release of this whole thing approached. I\'m sorry we didn\'t get together sooner and that we still haven\'t finished Rescue , but best believe when we do, we\'re gonna sit back and chill. Your presence is incredible. You\'re a very good spirit to keep around when times get tough. I appreciate that. You\'re strength precedes you man and I look up to you for that. Stay up brother. \n \nKar\'mel A. W. Smalls, I hope you like what I did with Two Truths and a Lie . I kind of had to pull a full throttle on it since we weren\'t able to meet up and work on it the way I wanted and planned to. But I hope I still did it justice in your opinion. You\'ve showed me so much of your work man and truthfully I can\'t wait to see you blossom. Not just in music but with your swift dance and harmonious vocal talents. That no one has yet to hear. You, as well as Jharrel, are two people I\'m definitely planning on working with day after day after day. Your energies are beyond living—they\'re angelic. When we meet again we\'re both gonna be in the booth together. In the meantime, let\'s keep on growing. \n \nAlprentice Davis. We did it. We\'re finally moving forward. I used to talk about this all the time and we\'re finally in the studio doing everything I said we would. You got to be on a mixtape finally, you have a single of your own and aside that we\'re finally creating this label. I can\'t wait until you can meet up with Trav, Nate, Marq and Slim so we can all just change the world with this man. We\'ve known each other since we were in diapers practically. We\'ve got in trouble with each other. We\'ve written stories together. And though you may not be up here in NY as much anymore, best believe that whenever you are it\'s like you were never gone. We never got to graduate on the same stage, but Kindergarten was our practice step, for this. I don\'t know what my life would be like if I never met you. But, I\'m glad I got to. We need to stick together—we\'re the same blood—we\'re the same kids. We\'re brothers, and brothers don\'t abandon each other. Best buds for life. \nMike Martial, my ingenious engineer and mixer. You gave the sometimes rather blurry sounds of my conscience, clarity. You heard things for this project I never imagined. And as a producer and rapper yourself, you were able to give a tone to the project that added to the message in a greater manner than I ever originally was conveying on each track. Some of them didn\'t even sit well with me at first, but as I listened, things just got better and better. I\'m glad that my father and I met you. Your vigor changed this project into an unbelievable dream. Thank you for all your effort and constant work. Anything I ever do will always be brought to you. \nKester Kedar Lynch for your wise and always positive words for the project. You believed in it the moment I came to your door step and I\'m glad you were able to come along for the ride. Thank you for your time and effort on this project. You made sure you came to every Sunday session you could no matter what the circumstances. I\'ll never forget after financing us with all the Chinese food orders and your famous codfish delectable sandwiches—that you cooked a full meal for us and brought it all the way from Queens out to Brooklyn. That\'s commitment and that\'s the love you brought to us and shared with us every week. This project would have been so incredibly different without you. Your being brought such a family-like element to the studio. It didn\'t matter what was being recorded, there was never any judgement. There was just full honesty and continuous encouragement to make every track the very best it could be. You added to the most intricate details that made this whole thing up and with that I will forever be in your debt. I hope you will be able to return for that role in all my other ventures as time progresses. Peace, love and blessings my brother. \n \nTo Aja Eden Adam. We\'ve been through a lot. Sometimes more than I deserved. Sometimes more than you needed to deal with. But I\'m glad regardless of our struggles, we\'ve stayed friends. Your eye as a photographer has always interested me. Ever since I met you and knew you had that talent, I think I always knew I wanted you to photograph something valuable for me. I didn\'t know how important that photograph would be, but it turns out it was my first musical effort. I\'m glad you were able to be apart of this as well as help me for the filming of 14 St. I hope to work with you again in the same field or on maybe even something greater. Love you. \n \nStephanie Rios. Hey. Hello. Hi. We used to greet in Crayola with Yellows! and Greens! but officially, those latter three words are the three ways I\'ve found I can\'t contact you. I haven\'t reached out to you in the longest and I guess that\'s because maybe I\'ve been working on this or I\'ve been seeing things differently. I\'m glad everything is going great for you where you are. And I hope when you see how much you—or rather the concept of you—is actually involved in this project, you don\'t take it the wrong way. Hopefully you see it the same way you saw The Tale , because simply, that\'s what it is. You\'ve been someone I have always made sure I could keep an arm out to and also something I could keep a handle on. I shouldn\'t do that, I shouldn\'t have done that, but I do—I won\'t anymore really. There\'s a lot on here that I always tried to say to you through a text or a voice message, but maybe hearing it like this resonates purer and more clearly. We may never meet in person but at least we\'ll know what each other\'s voices sound like. You know? You\'re a beautiful Virgo angel whose intelligent, loving, motherly spirit was handcrafted by God himself. You are you. No one else. I\'m glad about that. I don\'t think I would have wanted to ever meet another Stephanie Rios. Hopefully you\'ll always remember that regardless of if I say so or he says so or someone else does. Hopefully even when people try to say otherwise, you\'ll know. Just know. Don\'t think about anything else but that. Doing you is what keeps you—I don\'t know—you. And I like that. You truly are the compass of this tape and the matriarch of it\'s beauty. You are the definition of this tape. You are Magnificent. \nMe: What do you want to be when you grow up Steph? \nYou: Happy. \nI agree with you. I mean what else can we be right?\nWe\'ll talk when we talk.\nMuch love from your boy, Rod. \n----------------------------------------------------------------------This tape was for your discretion. Anyone mentioned on this project in passing or blatantly was either used fictitiously or metaphorically for the sole purpose of relaying a message. To those brought up, I thank you for the ways that you impacted my life—whether that be positively, negatively or perhaps both. You\'ve made up who I am today—which though in some ways isn\'t satisfying—is also better than the boy I was yesterday...---------------------------------------------------------------------- \nTo the many others involved with this project: \nLorem Vercetti, I never was able to reach you but I wanted to pay my respects to your work man. There were a couple KAFP instrumentals that I sorted through and could\'ve taken use of, but yours was the most appealing to me. \nAlso to Jarion Alexander, who alongside being one of the very first producers I\'ve ever worked with on our promotional, The Tale , did an amazing reproduction for Jharrel and I on 2 On . That rework on the second half of that song always jolts me into introspection. \nGiovanna Armstrong, I was first introduced to your work by my friend Kar\'mel. Holy hell, I love your ear for samples and Oncheezied was to date one of the greatest beats I had heard on your SoundCloud. I\'m glad I was able to get you on this project. Don\'t even worry about it, we\'re gonna work together again in the future. Bet on it. \nDrew Williams, we weren\'t in contact very long, but from what I gained from you—I learned how hungry you are to do art and rise above, satisfying your ambitions. In that way, we are very similar. I hope you enjoyed what I did for your rework of What\'s the 411 as well as my production alongside it. Truly loved the collaboration—this song will always be a favorite of mine. \nDJ Abomination, we\'ve contacted each other restlessly throughout the duration of this project. You\'re actually one of the first few producers I was interested in working with, as well as the first one I reached out to. Hope you loved the outcome of Defender of the Castle , as well as Magnificent in general. It was fun tackling that instrumental as well as coming up with the right way to place it into the project\'s narrative. May the odds forever be in your favor man, you deserve it. \nIonut Olteanu, I\'ve fell in love with so many of your beats. Deeply sorry for the loss of your previous channel. I appreciate you allowed me to use your work for Osiris and even further, I\'m grateful that you allowed me that opportunity before your channel closed down. So much of your work hits hard and I can\'t wait to hear where you go in the future. \nAnd finally, A-Rayz Music. You were the final source I contacted on this project. After hearing some of your production through a schoolmate of mine, I had to actually speak to you. Your work on Carpe Diem was able to free me from a long amount of writers block I had while working on Magnificent. I was able to finish the project happily by writing to it. And inevitably, Carpe defined the ending of the whole experience. I was happy. I was smiling. And hopefully, our listeners were too! \n\nTo the over-arching inspirations: \nRobert Hall Jr., we briefly spoke on Twitter about me doing a cover of Hip 2 Da Game . You\'ve always been a legend in my book. Though we lost communication after a couple weeks, I\'m so thankful and appreciate that you took the time to actually respond to me. You didn\'t have to, but by doing so you\'ve pushed me further in so many ways. \nMac Miller, the most dope. Your original version of KAFP was literally half my middle school years. I still listen to your stuff and I am so glad you\'ve found your spot in the industry and have planted your seat. You honestly deserve it after all the work you put in with those tapes man. \nDJ Mustard, your music is everywhere I look. Seriously. EVERYWHERE. Usually if I listen to satellite radio, at least twice your production tag pops up. That\'s how fast you get out hits and thats how much effort you put into your production. As a musician myself, you\'ve made me take notice of the types of vibrations music can create. With yours, it\'s always fun to listen to you—even if the concept and meaning in the song strays from that feeling—your production calls for people to party and enjoy their lives. Thank you for that introduction. \nTinashe, I remembered hearing of you in passing by so many of my friends or people I spoke to online. When you dropped 2 On , I finally listened to you. Forever more you\'ve had a fan. I\'m happy your career is skyrocketing and heading into such a positive direction and I hope that always continues. \nDrake, one of the few straight up inspirations for this tape. Much of the tape was written as you rose into the limelight. Your work showed me that Hip-Hop didn\'t have to just be Hip-Hop. It could be way more genres in just that one. You\'re actually the first artist I can really say in the past decade who really defined for me what Hip-Hop/R&B was. Not many other artists were really proving to me why that slash was there between the two genres. I was hearing each of them separately until you blew up. In so many ways, you\'ve showed me what music has grown to be and what it should continue to be. Hits.\nLin-Manuel Miranda, your arrival as well as you and your original cast\'s speeches to my school\'s cast over our production of In the Heights did a lot for me. You have such eloquent words and such a soft spoken yet energetic personality. Meeting you changed a lot for that song which among 2 others is still in production and this entire project. Your poetry and lyricism has gone as far as to be acclaimed by Broadway just as well as by mainstream artists. That is something I forever hold as an ambition I want my life to—if not at least reach—surpass. \nManu Chao, from the amount of work I\'ve heard in your album Clandestino and on, I can honestly say that your name deserves more credit than it already has. While I know that much of that album reached and touched simply the hearts of those in foreign Europe and Spanish countries, it reached all the way over into mine here in the United States. Your versatility in languages has also been a great influence in my work—in fact you\'ve caused me to take the concept of being bilingual and even trilingual very seriously now. I\'m terribly itching to hear another album drop by you. \nEddie Murphy, my king of comedy. I put you next to all the other greats. Cosby, Pryor, Cedric, Lawrence. But you\'ll always be my favorite. With just two stand-ups you showed the world how belligerent yet parodic comedy and even drama has the ability to be. While your music career is often overlooked and your acting career is often underpraised, I say confidently and proudly that all your work, including your films and music has inspired me in the realm of entertainment and always will. \nMary J. Blige, to date all the way back to your first album shows how much I love your work. To be short, your evolution has been jaw-dropping. What\'s the 411 , as classic as it was and still is—without a doubt is so different and diverse in nature compared to your most recent works. I was introduced to the final song of that album by the photographer of this project, Aja Adam, and since, was in awe and unable to fathom at times how point A What\'s the 411 got to point B The London Sessions. Your voice to me has affected my generation to the likes of Patti Labelle and Chaka Khan in my father\'s years of youth. If men could have your voice specifically if I could, I don\'t know how the world would respond. \nAnd to Joe McDermott, Allister Brimble, Nathan McCree and Keiichi Okabe, you are men who created the atmospheres and soundtracks of my childhood. You created the tunes I would hum everyday when I pretended to be in a zombie apocalypse, thought I could drive, wanted to venture into far off Egypt, practiced martial arts or just wanted to feel free from the stresses of my day. You also are one of the many inspirations for my original orchestrations and compostions. Thank you. \n \nAnd oh my Gosh! How could I ever forget yo?! \nHUGE shoutouts to PlayStation, Xbox, Windows and Macintosh. You are the realest of the real. The most underrated of the underrated. You all are harder than the coldest mountain peaks. YOU ARE THE REAL MVP\'S. You have had my back since birth pretty much. You all were the main homies who came in clutch for this tape to happen. Whenever I was upset, whenever I was feeling a little too cocky so I went online or whenever I was bored out of my mind, you kept me going. You gave me just as many nightmares as you gave me dreams, but I forgive you for that. Seriously. I should have never sat and watched my Dad play Resident Evil 2. It has tormented me into my teenage years to the point where the destruction of such an intellectual erudition and segment of my childhood makes me cry heavy rains of tears.Capcom...\nStop making RE games if you can\'t make them good.I\'m just joking around.\nThis was a pretty long letter anyway,\nI had to break at some point. \n \n\nAnd for the finale, to the main act who have sewn their souls and pure spirits so sweetly and courteously into this project: I thank you...\nWillow, Mama, my grandmother—for waking me up every morning for school when I was younger. For cooking my meals. For cleaning my clothes. For giving me words of wisdom and for teaching me how to do each of those things on my own as I\'ve gotten older and I\'m approaching manhood. Though I know you won\'t be here forever, I\'ve counted everyday I\'ve had with you and cherished you in every moment I can. Without you, I wouldn\'t be able to breathe. With you, every color is more colorful. Every word is more poetic. Our family is one because of you. We keep each other together. We look out for each other. When I come home I feel safest there because of your warmth and because of your uncontainable aura. I love you Mama, with every speck of my being. \nTack, Papa, my grandfather—for bringing laughs into my life. For showing me the importance of frugality as well as taking life slow. For teaching me to enjoy the little things. For mending some of the tools of my childhood and growth my game controllers, my action figures, my pens, my computers, my speakers, my keyboards, and eventually my heart whenever it collapsed. Thank you for sharpening my eyes and ears, refining my mind and always telling me to analyze the world around me. Thank you for financing my dreams and believing in them no matter how far fetched you may have ever believed they were. You\'ve always made things happen for me. I\'ll pay you back one day. I promise. I will always remember you for that Papa. I will always hold you close to my heart. \nPrince, Daddy, my father—for leading me up this path to creativity and showing me just as many of the evils to avoid in this world as the beauties you\'ve taught me to take part in. Yes, we\'ve had rough patches. Whether it be at home, in the middle of the street, over the phone or even in the studio. We can tend to fight. We clash. But as hard as that gets sometimes, I still love you. I can\'t help but love you. This is just as much for everything you\'ve worked to be as it is for everything I want to be and I have to be. Yes, I\'ve runaway, yes, I\'ve argued and yes, I may downright not listen sometimes. I\'m a teenager. Sometimes, none of us can help it. I apologize. But, look at what we did. Look at how we got here. Look at where we\'re going. We\'re getting there. Don\'t you think she\'d be proud? \nAnd by she... \nI mean my mother. Sugar. Dulcey. I only knew you for a number of years. But, they were enough years to know you and always remember you. Thank you for bringing me into this world. Thank you for being here when you could. Thank you for being the benevolent soul I needed most when you came around. I wish you were here. Greatly. I wish you could sit here with us, laugh, smile and input your own ideas into things. But then again, you do. I listen back to tapes that have your voice on them. Ideas you were spawning on the spot or ideas you were returning to and they rouse some of the most interesting and unthought of ideas I\'ve ever had sometimes straight to me. Every once and a while I\'ll be sitting around just writing down or playing a song and I wonder where this specific note or that certain lyric precipitated from. Then I look up. And I think of you. Isn\'t it lovely? \n \nLastly to God. \nTo God, \nI obviously haven\'t done all I can.\nI obviously am less than a man.\nI say to you I\'ve been searching for you.\nWhy haven\'t you answered?\nI\'ve argued about you.\nArgued for you.\nI\'ve became so sore to your silence.\nHonestly it\'s so quiet.\nI\'m so tired I would rather sleep sometimes than to sit hear without sound it\'s,\nDead silent right here in my bedroom.\nI said to you the last time I prayed—\nI don\'t even remember what...\nSometimes I\'m discouraged\nAnd other times I like, resent not doing it.\nPeople say you don\'t exist.\nAnd though it seems you\'re proving it,\nIn that same dead silence you\'re proving us wrong.\nYou\'re here.\nYou\'re hearing us.\nYou\'re hearing us in your ears.\nWe\'re just not listening enough to hear you in ours.\nWe want you to cover our scars,\nBut you\'re telling us to do it ourselves,\nWe have to do just as much work as you for this to work.\nThis is a working relationship.\nOccasionally you\'re a fable to me,\nBut I know that you\'re there.\nI got so many quotes of you by my bedside,\nThat it\'s hard to truly say that I think you\'re a lie.\nBoy am I tired.\nI told you I\'m tired.\nSo tired but inside I\'m feeling the fire.\nPlease God could you answer?\nMy phones \'bout to die!\nBut even if it does I\'ll still wait for a reply.\nCause I\'ll climb to the highest mountain,\nAnd wait for the sun to rise,\nAnd hopefully there I\'ll hear a word from you by that time.\nBye bye. \nI couldn\'t say it to you in just simple syntax. So I had to write it out like that. If you\'ve gotten me this far, I\'ll wait to see how far it goes. I know you\'re taking care of me, and I hope you\'ll keep taking care of the people I need you to. \n \nThank you.\nThank you, thank you, thank you... \n \n\nI don\'t know what to say other than that. ",3 +3165,Billy_Ray_Cyrus___Some_Gave_All,sad, "Some Gave All \nI knew a man, called him Sandy Cane\nFew folks even knew his name\nBut a hero yes was he\nHe left a boy came back a man\nStill many just don\'t understand\nAbout the reasons we are free\nI can\'t forget the look in his eyes\nOr the tears he cried\nAs he said these words to me\n \nAll gave some and some gave all\nSome stood through for the red, white, and blue\nAnd some had to fall\nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall\nSome gave all \n \nNow Sandy Cane is no longer here\nBut his words are oh so clear\nAs they echo throughout our land\nFor all his friends who gave us all\nWho stood the ground and took the fall\nTo help their fellow man\nLove your country live with pride\nAnd don\'t forget those who died\nAmerica, can\'t you see \n \nAll gave some\nAnd some gave all\nAnd some stood through for the red, white, and blue\nAnd some had to fall\nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall\nSome gave all\n \nAnd if you ever think of me\nThink of all your liberties, and recall, yes recall\nSome gave all\nSome gave all ",1 +3381,Black_Sabbath___Children_Of_The_Grave,sad, "Children of the Grave \n \nRevolution in their minds\nThe children start to march\nAgainst the world\nIn which they have to live\nAnd all the hate that\'s in their hearts\nThey\'re tired of being pushed around\nAnd told just what to do\nThey\'ll fight the world until they\'ve won\nAnd love comes flowing through\nYeah!\n \nChildren of tomorrow live\nIn the tears that fall today\nWill the sunrise of tomorrow\nBring in peace in any way?\nMust the world live in the shadow\nOf atomic fear?\nCan they win the fight for peace\nOr will they disappear? Yeah! \n \n \nSo you children of the world\nListen to what I say\nIf you want a better place to live in\nSpread the word today\nShow the world that love is still alive\nYou must be brave\nOr you children of today\nAre children of the grave, yeah! \n \n \nChildren of the grave\nChildren of the grave\nChildren of the grave 10 ",1 +7806,Eels___Wooden_Nickles,sad, "Wooden Nickles Went down by the old courthouse\nStumbling through the streets\nHad to get out of the house\nHad to use my feet\nAnd you may not think much of me now\nBut I think so damn much of you\nDon\'t take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nWhen the party is over\nYou\'re on your own\nTrash truck coming up the road\nPicking up the trash\nRiding to a better place\nHoping we don\'t crash\nThinking of things after now\nI never would have guessed it this way\nDon\'t take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nWhen the party is over\nYou\'re on your own\nAnd you may not think much of me now\nBut I think so damn much of you\nDon\'t take any wooden nickels\nWhen you sell your soul\nA devil of a time awaits you\nNow the party is over\nI\'m on my own",1 +1118,Amos_Lee___Wont_Let_Me_Go,happy, "Won’t Let Me Go Been some time\nSince the first night I saw you\nHad some good\nHad some bad time since then\nAnd through all of these\nMoments that I\'ve gotten\nTo know you\nI realized that I want to\nBe a little bit more than\nYour friend\nAnd I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\nCuz this feeling won\'t let me go \nStood around\nWhile you dated that old fool Marcus\nWhole time I knew he wasn\'t no\nDamn good for you, well\nGuess it\'s true sometimes\nWe can all be a little\nHeartless\nBut tonight, all I wanna\nDo is make sweet love to you \nAnd I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\nCuz this feeling won\'t let me go \nWell, all those wasted nights you spend\nWell, just crying all those tears\nWell, I want you to know girl\nI\'m around\nYeah I\'m here alright Alright\n I wanna know\nIf you want to get together\nStay for a while\nWe can talk about it all\nI wanna know\n\'Cause this feeling won\'t let me go \nI wanna know I wanna\nKnow, I wanna know, I\nWanna know\nI wanna know\nI wanna know I wanna\nKnow, I wanna know, I\nWanna know\nI wanna know, baby \nAll of these feelings\nNo it won\'t\nNo it won\'t let me go\nNo it won\'t baby\nIt won\'t let me go ",0 +7967,Elf_Power___The_Winter_Is_Coming,happy, "The Winter Is Coming \nTrailing out through the golden dawn\nVeering into the angry swarm\nCarried by the birds into the dark\nSwooping down through the blurry clouds\nPeeling back the enormous shroud\nTo release the beast that lurks behind \n \nMother Nature calls your name\nLeads you to an open space\nThe winter is coming\nAnd you have no time to waste\n \nLater on at the specter\'s lair\nSee the birds melt into the air\nNo one could protect them from the sun\nBlazing on for another world\nSetting off through the silent swirl\nThink of all the faces they may know \n \nMother Nature calls your name\nLeads you to an open space\nThe winter is coming\nAnd you have no time to waste \n \nFree at last now, the bird has flown\nLooking down from his floating throne\nJust a lonely stranger in the sky\nDown below, people walk the road\nThey never pause as they scurry home\nThey never see the birds are floating by",0 +6948,Destinys_Child_featuring_Da_Brat___Survivor,happy, "Survivor Extended Remix \nWelcome to the wonderful world of Destiny\'s Child\nI\'m the Brat-tat-tat\nMy homeboy Den on the track\nAnd we gonna lay you flat on your back\nWith the beat-boom-boom-pat-pat like that, y\'heard me?\nNow we comin\' into this game like some survivors\nAnd we leavin\' this game like some survivors\nSo from now until we dead and gone we gonna be some survivors\nY\'heard me? Beyonce where you at?\nUh!\n \nNow that you\'re out of my life, I\'m so much better\nYou thought that I\'d be weak without you, but I\'m stronger\nYou thought that I\'d be broke without you, but I\'m richer\nYou thought that I\'d be sad without you, I laugh harder\nYou thought I wouldn\'t grow without you, now I\'m wiser\nThought that I\'d be helpless without you, but I\'m smarter\nYou thought that I\'d be stressed without you, but I\'m chillin\'\nYou thought I wouldn\'t sell without you, sold 9 million \n \nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What? \n \nThought I couldn\'t breathe without you, I\'m inhaling\nYou thought I couldn\'t see without you, perfect vision\nYou thought I couldn\'t last without you, but I\'m lastin\'\nYou thought that I would die without you, but I\'m livin\'\nThought that I would fail without you, but I\'m on top\nThought it would be over by now, but it won\'t stop\nThought that I would self destruct, but I\'m still here\nEven in my years to come, I\'m still gon\' be here\n \nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What? \n \nI\'m wishing you the best\nPray that you are blessed\nBring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' blast you on the radio\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' lie on you and your family\nI\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' hate on you in the magazines\n\'m better than that\nI\'m not gon\' compromise my Christianity\nI\'m better than that\nYou know I\'m not gon\' diss you on the internet\nCause my mama taught me better than that\n \nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What? \n \nUhh, c\'mon, uhh\nNow I done been through the storm and the rain\nClimbed up the rough side and got tougher times, but I remain\nYa buff out the stuff to shine, and pull out the pump, protect mine\nSurvive in the game, hate on me cuz you lame\nThey don\'t ever see your face or say your name\nNo more pain for me, no more misery, cuz you history\nImma hold on to what I got, strap on my perfection, strap on protection\nMy own direction, born to be the best at what I do, I\'ma make it through\nStompin like a soldier in my big black boots\nI keep \'em Jumpin, Jumpin, stayin funky, funky for you\nNo matter who\'s that man who walk out of your life\nYou don\'t need him, don\'t be no heathen\nLong as I see you breathin\', not leavin\' for no reason\nSeen \'em come and go once rich, they now po\nNo house, no mo, not even a condo\nAs long as I know how to love Imma stay alive, no need your game or style\nThey can\'t tame me cause I\'m wild, not ashamed of stayin down\nCan the rain sit, and on things chromed out, spit\nAnd in my game, no doubt, I\'ma get paid in a big way, survivor! \n \nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m not gon\' give up What?\nI\'m not gon\' stop What?, I\'m gon\' work harder What?\nI\'m a survivor What?, I\'m gonna make it What?\nI will survive What?, Keep on survivin\' What? ",0 +3360,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Aint_No_Easy_Way,sad, "Ain’t No Easy Way \nIt\'s easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you\'re done\nYou got easy eyes to hunt\nWhen the world above needs your blood\nIn the cold veins of the richest man\nHe\'ll pay your way to steal her hand \n \nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\n \nIt\'s easy to fall in love\nWhen you\'ve run your luck you know you\'re done\nAnd the last kiss had a fool\'s cost\nNow your tired eyes could only haunt \n \nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out \n \nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nIt\'s easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you\'re done\nThere ain\'t no easy way\nNo there ain\'t no easy way out\nIt\'s easy to fall in love\nWhen you fall in love you know you\'re done 1 ",1 +3305,Black_Flag___Damaged_I,anger, "Damaged I My name\'s Henry\nAnd you\'re here with me now\nMy life\nIt\'s a song daaahh\nIt\'s so you won\'t even let it happen\nYou won\'t\nYou won\'t let\nDAMAGED\nBy attacks\nI\'m evil attacking my mind\nBut you don\'t mind\nCause this scheduled 13\nYou just sit, down\nBuy the ticket\nWait your turn\nWaaaaahhhhahahaha\nWooaharhhhhhhhhahh\nAaghhhhhhhh\nWaaaaaghghhh\nAaghhhhhhhh\nCan\'t feel another day\nCan\'t get past you\nI can\'t see nothin\'\nI\'m blind\nI\'m blind\nI\'m blind\nHold out your hand to me\nGive me your hand\n..And I\'ll bite it off\nDAMAGED!\nDAMAGED!\nDAMAGED!\nHrraagh!\nI...\nI don\'t even care about self-destruction anymore\nWhat\'s the use?\nI just sit at home alone\nCold fingers, gold fingers, in a cold sweat\nAnd then I remember\nI remember a day\nWe\'d go for a ride in the country\nAnd you\'d say..\nSing it boy\nDo it again\nDo it again\nYes sir\nYes sir\nYes sir\nYes sir oh yes sir yes sir yes\nArghh\nRight now look at me now\nLook at me now\nJust shadows\nI\'m just shadows of what I was\nI just want another thing\nI couldn\'t even get by for that\nHow much is that to ask for?\nHow- How much?\nDAMAGED\nOh waawhhh\nI, I\'m sorry my friend, I guess I just can\'t\nLesson other thing nice\nIt\'s nice and cool around here\nIt\'s nice\nIt\'s my mind\nIt\'s my mind that\'s off guard\nAnd no one comes in\nNobody comes in\nDamaged\nMy damage\nNo one comes in\nStay out 1 ",3 +7929,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Fire_On_High,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +6746,Dead_Kennedys___California_Uber_Alles,happy, "California Über Alles \nI am Governor Jerry Brown\nMy aura smiles and never frowns\nSoon I will be president\nCarter power will soon go away\nI will be Führer one day\nI will command all of you\nYour kids will meditate in school\nYour kids will meditate in school \n \nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California\n \nZen fascists will control you\nOne-hundred percent natural\nYou will jog for the master race\nAnd always wear the happy face\nClose your eyes, can\'t happen here\nBig Bro on white horse is near\nThe hippies won\'t come back, you say\nMellow out, or you will pay\nMellow out, or you will pay \n \nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California \n \nNow it is 1984\nKnock-knock at your front door\nIt\'s the suede denim secret police\nThey have come for your uncool niece\nCome quietly to the camp\nYou\'d look nice as a drawstring lamp\nDon\'t you worry, it\'s only a shower\nFor your clothes, here\'s a pretty flower\nDie on organic poison gas\nSerpent\'s egg\'s already hatched\nYou will croak, you little clown\nWhen you mess with President Brown\nWhen you mess with President Brown\n \nCalifornia über alles\nCalifornia über alles\nÜber alles, California\nÜber alles, California12 ",0 +2335,Backstreet_Boys___Like_A_Child,happy, "Like a Child \nIf I could right\nThe wrongs that made you cry\nGirl, would you promise not to say goodbye?\nOh-oh, 'cause I\'m holding on\nWith a love so strong\nAnd I can\'t take the day without you by my side \n \nGirl, if I could change\nIf I could change your mind\nMaybe you could help me\nWipe these tears from my eyes\n \nGirl, don\'t stop Don\'t stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nOh shining down on me, yeah\n\'Cause I can\'t face another day\nWithout your smile Your smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child \n \nGirl, I can\'t belong and I won\'t be free\nIf I fail to bring your loving back to me\nOh back to me Oooh\nSo I\'m pressing on, I hope you understand\nThat there\'s a broken heart\nThat lies within your hands \n \nSo if I could change\nSo if I could change\nAnd it won\'t hurt your pride\nAnd it won\'t hurt your pride\nBaby you can help me\nStop these tears from my cries\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 \nGirl, don\'t stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me\n\'Cause I can\'t face another day\nWithout your smile Your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child \n \nLike a child, just like a child\nWith the spirits running free\nShe drove me wild, oh she did\nLike a child, just like a child\nThink of what our love could be\nIf our hearts could set us free\nLike a child, yeah \n \n \nGirl, don\'t stop\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me\n\'Cause I can\'t face another day\nWithout your smile Your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\nGirl, don\'t stop Oh!\nThe sun from shining down on me\nShining down on me, yeah\n\'Cause I can\'t face another day\nWithout your smile Oh your pretty smile\nAnd if you take away the loving arms\nThat surround me\nThen I might break down and cry\nJust like a child\n \nBaby, our love will last forever\nI know that we will stay together\n\'Cause I love you so much\nI need you so much\nYou\'re my love, we\'ll last forever\nBaby, our love will last forever\nI know that we will stay together\n\'Cause I love you so much\nI need you so much\nYou\'re my love, we\'ll last forever1 ",0 +2672,Beirut___The_Canals_Of_Our_City,sad, "The Canals of Our City Walls gone over the sea\nBut not for me\nWatch now, all will end\nNow all that I\'m, under a tide\nNow that I\'m, under a tide \nTall hair under it all\nMuch more than I once had\nOver seas",1 +8711,Evil_Nine___Restless,happy, "Restless We\'re running wild and we\'re restless\nAnd we jump to be breathless",0 +2806,Ben_Folds_Five___The_Last_Polka,happy, "The Last Polka Well, she crept back in the house at half past three\nShook her head to see him snoring in his sleep\n If you really loved me, she said\n I wouldn\'t have to be so mean \nHe\'s a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer\nSometimes likes to spread it out around the floor\nIt\'s evidence of what he was like\nHe likes to remember when... \n \nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li\nIn a minute it will all be coming down\nAnd they know it now but no one makes a sound\nSuch a shame to ruin this bright\nLazy, sunny day... \n \nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li \nMy my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word\nMy my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard \nShe said, You\'ve been pushing me like I was a sore tooth\nYou can\'t respect me cause I\'ve done so much for you. \nHe said, Well I hate that it\'s come to this\nBut, baby, I was doing fine. How do you think\nThat I survived the other 25 before you? \n \nSha la la, sha la la la la li\nThe end is growing near\nWe\'re treading water now\nAnd holding back our tears\nAnd the day is rising\nWe\'re sinking sha la la lo li 1 ",0 +1253,Andrew_Bird___Effigy,sad, "Effigy If you come to find me affable\nAnd build a replica for me\nWould the idea to you be laughable\nOf a pale facsimile \nSo when you come to burn an effigy\nIt should keep the flies away\nWhen you learn to burn this effigy\nIt should be\nFor the hours that slip away, slip away\nIt could be you, it could be me\nWorking the door, drinking for free\nCarrying on with your conspiracies\nFilling the room with a sense of unease\nFake conversations on a nonexistent telephone\nLike the words of a man who\'s spent a little too much time alone\nWhen one has spent too much time alone… \nSo if you come to burn my effigy\nIt should keep the flies away\nWhen you learn to burn an effigy it should be\nOf a man whose lost his way, slips away \nIt could be you, it could be me\nWorking the door, drinking for free\nCarrying on with your conspiracies\nFilling the room with a sense of unease\nFake conversations on a nonexistent telephone\nLike the words of a man who\'s spent a little too much time alone\nWhen one has spent too much time alone…See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48 1 ",1 +8313,En_Vogue___Love_Dont_Love_You_LP_Version,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +9432,Frank_Sinatra___Embraceable_You,happy, "Embraceable You Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you\nEmbrace me, you irreplaceable you \nJust one look at you\nMy heart grew tipsy in me\nYou and you alone\nBring out the Gypsy in me \nI love all the many charms about you\nAbove all, I want these arms about you\nDon\'t be a naughty baby\nCome to papa, come to papa do\nMy sweet embraceable you \nI love all the many charms about you\nAbove all, I want my arms about you \nSo don\'t you be a naughty baby\nCome to papa do\nMy sweet embraceable you",0 +2836,Ben_Harper_And_The_Blind_Boys_Of_Alabama___Take_My_Hand,calm, "Take My Hand Lord I work to serve you\nAnd I hope I\'ve served you well\nOh - I\'ve lived a life to join you\nAnd now only time will tell\nOh - Take my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand when you\'re alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nFather dear father\nPulled his car to the side of the road\nLooked at his children with tears in his eyes\nSaid life is too heavy a load\nTake my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand when you\'re alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nSome days I\'m struck with sorrow\nNeed a place to hide\nThere\'s nowhere else you can put life\nBut way down deep inside\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand when you\'re alone\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand when you are worried\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand and let me guide you\nTake my hand to lead you home\nTake my hand...",2 +7036,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Until_I_Believe_In_My_Soul,anger, "Until I Believe in My Soul I\'ll need tonight to sit and think about this\nThink what to do\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI\'ll take some strength to banish hollow sorrow\nHollow sorrow\'s nothing new\nUntil I believe in my soul\nJust enough strength to last until tomorrow\n\'Til I believe in my soul\n\'Til I believe in my soul\nTonight I lost sight of your purpose\nDespite this trickery you told me was right\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI was such a good boy I let you hold the door\nSo kind, so nice, where\'s my prize?\nThat\'s all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat\'s all there ever was Oh yes, yes, yes\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah? \nThat\'s all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat\'s all there ever was Oh, you must be fucking joking\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah? \nWould you please repeat that? Break this to me gently\nStand over there\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI was an arrogant boy, I let you hold the door\nSo kind, so nice, where\'s the— *cough*\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI believe it, I believe it\nI believe, yes, I believe it\nAh, ah\nUntil I believe in my soul\nAnd I\'m on the train from New Street\nTo Euston, I\'m going out to Harrow again\nAnd I\'m trying to get the feeling\nThat I had in nineteen seventy two and\nAnd, and\nUntil I believe in my soul\nUh, uh, uh\nUntil I believe in my soul\nI\'m saying, wait a minute there, wait a minute there, wait a minute there\nHold it, stop, stop! Let me get this clear\nUntil I believe in my soul\n That\'s all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat\'s all there ever was Yes, yes, hahahahaha\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah? \nI know what this is, it\'s just the difference between the body and the soul, the spirit\nWhat I\'m gonna do now, I\'ll punish my body\nI\'m gonna punish the body until I believe in the soul\nThat\'s what I\'m gonna do\nJust like this\nJust like this\nJust like this \nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nYes!\nI believe it\'s there Well\nThat\'s all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat\'s all there ever was Ah yes, yes, yes\nThe same for everyone Oh yeah, yeah, yeah?\nThat\'s all there ever is Hahahahahaha\nThat\'s all there ever was Hahahahahaha\nThe same for everyone Yes, yes, yes\nThat\'s all there ever is Oh yeah, yeah, yeah? ",3 +7248,Dir_en_grey___REPETITION_OF_HATRED,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +7160,Dido___Lets_Do_The_Things_We_Normally_Do,sad, "Let’s Do the Things We Normally Do \nLet\'s pretend that we\'ll be here tomorrow\nAnd I\'ll try for you to be a little more on time\nI know you need to say you know you\'ve let me down\nBut you haven\'t and it\'s hard to talk with people all around\nPlease don\'t say how proud you are \n \nLet\'s do the things we normally do\nI\'ll say see you later, you\'ll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon\'t hold my hand for longer than you need to\n \nLet\'s forget that we\'re here and make some plans\nWe\'ll go for walks sit together on the bench we always sat\nI\'ll tell you every little detail of my day and so will you\nBut don\'t try to stay awake, I\'m feeling tired too\nThis is just another day \n \nLet\'s do the things we normally do\nI\'ll say see you later, you\'ll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon\'t hold my hand for longer than you need to \n \nArmored cars and tanks\nAnd guns came to take away our sons\nAnd everybody\'s stood behind\nThe man behind the wire there\'s a fight to love\nA fight to have your bed\'s a battlefield and back\nAnd all of this will just be stripped away \n \nLet\'s do the things we normally do\nI\'ll say see you later, you\'ll sing a line or two\nFrom your rebel songs sung out of tune\nDon\'t hold my hand for longer than you need to\nDon\'t look me in the eye more than you need to\nDon\'t try to say goodbye if I don\'t want to\n \nDon\'t say how proud you are\nAnd say I\'m far away and take along your way\nAnd say a word and I can say fade away ",1 +1331,Angelspit___100,sad, "100% \nDip my quill in blood ink, write it down in red\nScribe the words Happy Meal right across your head\nTired of getting walked on, treated like a sheep\nDon\'t blame me for all the years that you were asleep \n \nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes\nYou\'re dead\n \nTelevised mass poison spitting at the screen\nKeep the masses deluded with fabricated dreams\nPowdered God in a bag from the Vatican\nI want you to fuck off as hard as you can \n \nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes\nYou\'re dead \n \nHeaven has burst open, now it\'s raining bones\nThe chaos will erode you, breeding little clones\nBorn of a fallen rib from the monkey\'s womb\nOvercooked by cathode rays, evolved to consume \n \n100 percent\n100 percent\n100 percent\n100 percent fucked\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery\nRelax\n \nEating from the butcher\'s slab, becoming what they meet\nRestrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat\nBathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue\nGod made me a cannibal to fix problems like you \n \nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog\n100 percent\nRelax, God is in control\nWatch the dot, take your meds\nObey my demands, trust my dog\n100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent\nLast time was the last time\nThis time, you\'re 100 percent fucked ",1 +3864,Bon_Jovi___Complicated,happy, "Complicated \nTake a look around, this is what I see\nIs there anybody else that feels like me?\nYou sweat, you sweat\nYou bleed, you bleed\nWhat you get ain\'t what you see\nUp is down and black is white to me \n \nI\'m complicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI\'m complicated\nCan\'t sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won\'t play it\nIt\'s alright\nIt\'s okay\nYou wouldn\'t want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain\'t changing\nI\'m complicated\nComplicated, Yeah\n \nI\'m smart enough to know what I don\'t know\nI\'m fool enough to stay when I should go\nYou work, you work\nYou cry, you cry\nYou watch your whole life pass you by\nSometimes you gotta close your eyes to see \n \nI\'m complicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI\'m complicated\nCan\'t sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won\'t play it\nIt\'s alright\nIt\'s okay\nYou wouldn\'t want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain\'t changing\nI\'m complicated, yeah\nI\'m complicated, yeah \n \n \nIs there anybody out there?\nJust like everybody out there\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me\n \nComplicated\nI get frustrated\nRight or wrong, love or hate it\nI\'m complicated\nCan\'t sudate it\nI heard that song, but i won\'t play it\nIt\'s alright\nIt\'s okay\nYou wouldn\'t want me any other way\nMomma, keep on praying, cause I ain\'t changing\nI\'m complicated\nIs there anybody out there?\nJust like everybody out there\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me \nIs there anybody out there? Complicated\nJust like everybody out there Complicated\nJust one somebody out there, Just like me \n \nComplicated ",0 +8896,Fat_Freddys_Drop___Boondigga,calm, "Boondigga Well, the more I try to change\nWell, the more I feel the same\nEach day like the one before\n\'Til I don\'t wanna try no more-ore \nWhen working, tired and your feet are hurtin\'\nFrom runnin\' all the time, trippin\' out, off your mind\nToo many times to notice, how the lonely soul is\nLove is all alive, it\'s waiting to, arrive... \nTried everything, then tried it again\nBeen watching the flame, burn to the end\nBeen wasting my bones, been takin\' my time\nA bird from the ashes, burning to fly\nHome from the sea, a thief in the night\nLike Mr. Apiata, just doing what\'s right\nMy brothers and me, my sisters and I\nWe\'re waiting to arrive...\nWhen working, tired and your feet are hurtin\'\nFrom runnin\' all the time, trippin\' out, off your mind\nToo many times to notice, how the lonely soul is\nLove is all alive, it\'s waiting to, arrive",2 +347,Adam_Green___Choke_On_A_Cock,happy, "Choke on a Cock I did not ask for a lot this year\nEvery single day looking for an answer to the words you say\nNever got to meet the president\nNever got to shake his squirly hand\nOh don\'t you know the president is out for tea with Tony Blair?\nHe won\'t be back for hours maybe homeboy... \nI\'d be so happy if I got to meet George Bush\nHe\'s like an angel when Rebecca hears me calling\nI would dance on NBC and say George Bush shook hands with me \nAnd then I\'d go and choke on a cock...\nAnd Guinevere would find me leaving home\nAnd Johnny Depp would call me on the phone\nAnd Johnny Depp would call me on the phone I know\nI\'d be the greatest singer on the radio...\nLeaning on the raging river flats\nSliding off a single blade of grass\nOh don\'t you know the ADA is pushing tea with Johnny J\nThey won\'t be smashing flowers maybe no more \nI\'d be so happy if I bid it all on you\nAnd never answer when Rebecca asked me questions\nI\'d lay down to some degree\nAnd say John Stern locked lips with me \nAnd then I\'d go and choke\nFor then I\'d go and choke\nFor then I\'d go and choke on a cock... ",0 +2506,Bat_For_Lashes___Moon_And_Moon,sad, "Moon and Moon \nLover, when you don\'t lay with me\nI\'m a huntress for a husband lost at sea\nIf I had you here, braid our hair together\nI\'d be boy and you\'d be girl, beautiful \n \nCalling moon and moon\nShoot that big, bad hand\nIt\'ll track me to your door\nAnd I won\'t see you no more\n \nWhen this wild world wild world\nIs a big bad hand big bad hand\nPushing on my back my back\nDo you understand? understand \n \nWhen I get home get home\nBeen in the jungle jungle\nWhere\'s my bear to lick me clean? lick me\nFeed my soul milk and honey \n \nCalling moon and moon shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nShoot that big, bad hand shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nIt\'ll track me to your door shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nAnd I won\'t see you no more shoot that, shoot that, shoot that\nI won\'t see you no more",1 +8275,Emma_Bunton___Life_In_Mono,sad, "Life in Mono \nThe stranger sang a theme\nFrom someone else\'s dream\nThe leaves began to fall\nAnd no one spoke at all\nBut I can\'t seem to recall\nWhen you came along \n \nIngenue\nIngenue\nI just don\'t know what to do\n \nThe tree-lined avenue\nBegins to fade from view\nDrowning past regrets\nIn tea and cigarettes\nBut I can\'t seem to forget\nWhen you came along \n \nIngenue\nIngenue\nI just don\'t know what to do \n \nIngenue, I just don\'t know what to do\nIngenue, I just don\'t know what to do\nIngenue, I just don\'t know what to do\nIngenue, I just don\'t know what to do\nIngenue, I just don\'t know what to do",1 +6794,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___I_Will_Follow_You_into_the_Dark_Album_Version,calm, "', 'default\'",2 +4998,Cat_Power___Islands,sad, "Islands I want to rule the islands\nAnd I want to rule the sea\nBut if you\'re not coming back\nI will sleep eternally \nAnd I want no heavy diamonds\nAnd pearls crush my teeth\nI just want my sailor\nTo sail back to me \nCaptain has a treasure\nHe says I hold the key\nBut old mangroves and sweet winds blow songs\nTo you and me\nI want to rule the islands\nAnd I want to rule the sea\nBut if you\'re not coming back\nI will sleep eternally",1 +6404,Danzig___Heart_Of_The_Devil,sad, "Heart of the Devil \nI am heart of the devil\nI have heart of the devil\nI am heart of the devil\nI have heart of the devil \n \nI can make a man freeze in his tracks\nI can make a man fall to his death\nI can make a girl so eager to please\nI can make a young girl lay down for me\n \nBecause I\'m evil\nAnd love is gone \n \nI can make the skies thunder and shake\nI can make the world tremble and quake\nI can make your pulse pound in your veins, yeah\nI can make your heart stop and start again \n \nBecause I\'m evil\nAnd love is gone\nBecause I\'m evil \nBecause I\'m evil\nAnd love is gone \n \nI can make the world tremble and shake\nI can make the sky black in my wake, yeah\nI can make a girl so eager to please\nI can make a young girl lay down for me \n \nBecause I\'m evil\nAnd love is gone\nAll love is gone\nBecause I\'m evil\nAnd love is gone\nMy love is gone\n \nOh yeah\nOh yeah ",1 +4536,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___Her_Voice_Resides,anger, "Her Voice Resides \nOur time is ending, I feel it\'s only just begun!\nAnd I\'m frustrated!\nI can\'t believe you\'re not the one\nMy ears are bleeding!\nHer voice resides inside my head\nAnd now I\'m choking!\nRelease this noose around my neck! \n \nWill I just fall to pieces\nOr am I all right?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they\'re gone!\n \nThese are my final words to you!\nI know you\'re listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you \n \nThe clock is ticking!\nMy heart is bursting through my chest!\nAnd now I\'m crying!\nThe tears are pouring off my face!\nThe chair is creaking!\nHer voice resides inside my head!\nAnd now it\'s over!\nYou put this noose around my neck! \n \nWill I just fall to pieces?\nOr am I alright?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they\'re gone! \n \nThese are my final words to you!\nI know you\'re listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you\n \nHeaven, where is my angel?\nI need her now\nHolding me!\nHeaven, where is my angel?\nI need her now, holding me\nTonight! \nNow! \n \n \nWill I just fall to pieces?\nOr am I alright?\nTo iron out my creases\nYou must lacerate me 'til they\'re gone! \n \nThese are my final words to you\nI know you\'re listening, can you hear me?\nThe time has come to say goodbye!\nThese are my final words, to you!1 ",3 +4746,Camera_Obscura___Country_Mile,calm, "Country Mile \nSilver Birch against a Swedish sky\nThe singer in the band made me want to cry\nWe\'re all inside our own heads now\nWe are leaving new friends, leaving this town\nAnd I wish you could be here with me\nI would show you off like a trophy\nThe road, it winds, it twists, it turns\nOh, my stomach burns \n \nOnce again, I\'ll be the foolish one\nThinking a blink of these lashes would make you come\nDon\'t you worry, don\'t get in a state\nI don\'t believe in true love, anyway\nOh, who\'s been pessimistic now?\nI could document this as our first, as our last row\nThe more you look forlorn, more to you I\'ll warm\n \nI won\'t be seeing you for a long while\nOh, I hope it\'s not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nNo, I won\'t be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it\'s not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost \nNo, I won\'t be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it\'s not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nNo, I won\'t be seeing you for a long while\nI hope it\'s not as long as these country miles\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nI feel lost\nI got lost",2 +5903,Cowboy_Junkies___Dreaming_My_Dreams_With_You,calm, "Dreaming My Dreams with You I hope that I find what I\'m reaching for\nThe way that it is in my mind\nI hope that I won\'t be that wrong anymore\nAnd maybe to have learned this time \nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll live to see it all through\nBut I\'ll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you \nBut I won\'t let it change me, not if I can\nI\'d rather believe in love\nAnd give it away as much as I can\nTo those that I am fondest of\nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll live to see it all through\nBut I\'ll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you \nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll miss dreaming with you\nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll miss dreaming with you\nSomedaySee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",2 +1323,Angels_and_Airwaves___Do_It_For_Me_Now,happy, "Do It for Me Now \nI\'m frightened at night and the wind has a roar\nIt seeps through the hall and from under the door\nLike the shit that was said\nI can\'t take it that well\nI give and I give and I give and I give and I\'m still\nLost and hurt and bone thin from the love that\'s been starved\nI know it got close but I\'m sure it\'s too far\nFrom the point of suspense, we know it should be\nThe end of that part of our favorite movie\nWhen the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand\nSays take me away from this torturous land\nCause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug\nI gave and I gave and I gave and I gave you my trust\nLike the time that we kissed and you gave me a lie\nTo add to the scene you pretended to cry\nBut I\'m here and I\'m cool, the way that it is\nJust give me a chance and I\'ll try to forgive\n \nAnd I don\'t know\nAnd I can\'t guess\nIf we\'re gonna be OK\nBut now my last wish\nIs that you do this with me\nKiss me here and hold my hand\nLet me feel like I\'m the only one\nI know you can\nWon\'t you do it for me now \n \nI\'ve really had it with the rain of the tears\nThe predictable storm that has come every year\nAnd it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand\nI\'m trying I\'m trying I\'m trying I\'m trying I can\'t\nYou\'re a thief and a witch but I love you to death\nYou steal my heart and curse under your breath\nBut the one thing that I can most willingly prove\nThat when you are gone I\'ll be fine without you \n \nAnd I don\'t know\nAnd I can\'t guess\nIf we\'re gonna be OK\nBut now my last wish\nIs that you do this with me\nKiss me here and hold my hand\nLet me feel like I\'m the only one\nI know you can\nWon\'t you do it for me now?\n \nNow just hold on, hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me hold on to me\nHold on, hold on to me ",0 +291,Acceptance___Different,sad, "Different \nTell myself on the ride home\nGetting tired, hating all I\'ve known\nHolding on like it\'s all I have\nCount me out when it\'s clear\nThat I find it hard to say\nAnd you find it hard to care \n \nI wanted to see something that\'s different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me\n \nGot this way, up front but never true\nGod, I\'m wrong, it\'s just the way I am\nCrashing down any chance you\'ll hear\nCaving in any chance\nThat you could see inside of me\nAnd I, I\'ll know what to say\nIt\'s fine, this isn\'t Hollywood\nSo fine, getting in your way \n \nI wanted to see something that\'s different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me \n \nI\'m taking a chance\nThis could be different\nThis could be all I\'m waiting for\nTaking a chance\nThis could be different\nThis could be all I\'m waiting for \n \nI wanted to see something that\'s different\nSomething you said would change in me\nWanted to be anything different\nEverything you would change in me\n \nSomething that\'s different\nSomething that\'s different ",1 +2534,Bauhaus___In_The_Flat_Field,happy, "In the Flat Field A gut pull drag on me\nInto the chasm gaping we\nMirrors multi-reflecting this\nBetween spunk-stained sheet and odorous whim\nCamera eye-flick-shudder within\nAssist me to walk away in sin\nWhere is the string that Theseus laid?\nFind me out this labyrinth place \nI do get bored, I get bored\nIn the flat field\nI get bored, I do get bored\nIn the flat field\nYin and yang lumber punch\nGo taste a tart, then eat my lunch\nAnd force my slender, thin and lean\nIn this solemn place of fill-wetting dreams\nOf black-matted lace of pregnant cows\nAs life maps out onto my brow\nThe card is lowered in index turn\nInto my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn \nI do get bored, I get bored\nIn the flat field\nI get bored, I do get bored\nIn the flat field \nLet me catch the slit of light\nFor a maiden\'s sake, on a maiden flight\nIn the flat field I do get bored\nReplace with Piccadilly whores\nIn my yearn for some cerebral fix\nTransfer me to that solid plain\nHammer me into blazen pain\nMoulding shapes, no shame to waste\nMoulding shapes, no shame to waste\nAnd drag me there with deafening haste 1 ",0 +7895,Elbow___Grace_Under_Pressure,sad, "Grace Under Pressure Grace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down \nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down \nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down\nGrace under pressure\nCooling palm across my brow\nEyes of an angel\nLay me down \nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you\nWe still believe in love so fuck you ",1 +5175,Charon___4_Seasons_Rush,sad, "4 Seasons Rush Four seasons rush, and time just passes by\nChristian heart so weak you stumbled to the dawn\nGrace and greif won\'t walk right hand by hand\nYour day was to go, cold heart too weak for beating \nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away \nTwo days and nights, a hollow growth inside\nMy six was your seven, and pain was on the way\nYeah all those prayers were all to the hollow God\nYour day was to go, cold heart too weak for beating\nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away \nLove is dead, and I dragged you down too deep\nCold and dead, last winter ripped my heart away\nRose on the grave, the only one alive\nA frozen leaf will cry red tears for you",1 +5942,Cradle_Of_Filth___Lord_Abortion,sad, "Lord Abortion Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?\nI was born with a birthmark of cinders\nDebris cast from the stars and mother\nA ring of bright slaughter\nI spat in the waters of life\nThat ran slick from the stabwounds in her\nDub me Lord Abortion, the living dead\nThe bonesaw on the backseat\nOn this bitter night of giving head\nA sharp rear entry, an exit in red\nLump in the throat, on my cum choke\nThe killing joke worn thin with breath\nI grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue\nKeepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through\nAah!\nNostalgia grows\nNow times nine or ten\nWithin this vice den called a soul\nDying for resurrection\nI dig deep to come again\nThe spasm of orgasm on a roll\nI live the slow serrated rape\nThe bucks fizz of amyl nitrate\nVictims force fed their own face\nTear stains upon the drape\nI should compare them\nTo a warm Summer\'s day\nBut to the letter, it is better\nTo lichen their names to a grave \nCounting my years on an abacus strung\nWith labial rings and heartstrings undone \nDub me Lord Abortion, the living dead\nThe bonesaw on the backseat\nOn this bitter night of giving head\nA sharp rear entry, an exit in red\nLump in the throat, on my cum choke\nThe killing joke worn thin with breath\n Horrorscopes My diorama\nA twelve part psychodrama\nAnother chained I mean to harm her\nInside as well as out\nA perverts gasp inside the mask\nI\'m hard, blow my house of cards\nAll turn up Death, her bleeding starts\nIn brute vermillion parts\nNow I slither through the hairline cracks\nIn sanity, best watch your back\nPossessed with levering Hell\'s gates wide\nLiberating knives to cut humanity slack\nMy ambition is to slay anon\nA sinner in the hands of a dirty God\nWho lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais\nOf light where faith leads truth astray \nI slit guts and free the moistest faeces\nCorrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces\nHer alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin\nVaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within \nMy heart was a wardrum beat\nBy jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults\nWhen number thirteen fell in my lap\nLips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap\nMy appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled\nAt the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled\nWhors d\'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into\nA grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades\nShe went out like the light in my mind\nHer face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine\nMuch was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks\nCame from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch\nI kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously\nBut when has one been able to best separate the three?\nI know I\'m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do\nAah, aah, ahh, I\'ll let you sleep when I am\nThrough\nThe suspect shadow sher they least\nExpect my burning grasp to reach \nThe stranglehold, the opened arms\nSeeking sweet meat with no holes barred\nRainbows that my razors wrung\nMidst her screams and seams undone\nSung at the top of punctured lungs\nI bite my spiteful tongue\nLest curses spat from primal lairs\nFreeze romance where Angels, bare\nAre lost to love, bloodloss, despair\nI weep, they merely stare\nAnd stare, and stare, and stare, and stare ",1 +5266,Children_Of_Bodom___Needled_24__7,anger, "Needled 24/7 \nSince day one I\'ve been crass and far beyond\nI couldn\'t laugh, I couldn\'t cry\nBefore you gauge me, take a look at yourself\nCondescending, outlivin\' in a lie \n \nDespite all the pain in my heart grinding through\nIt ain\'t due that you hate that I hate what you do \n \nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nA backstabbing motherfucker to the bone is what you are\n \nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7 \n \nYou look down to me to see the scum of the earth to be\nFuck you, that\'s me, vile and obscene\nI ain\'t happy about it but at least I don\'t judge and decree\nTo be better than another human being \n \nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7 \n \nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nHey, would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on? \n \nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n \n Death?\nWhat do you know about death...? 2 ",3 +6928,Desmond_Dekker___Hippopotamus,happy, "Hippopotamus Skinheads, all you skinheads\nC\'mon, let\'s move and groove, ohh \nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, you\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, yeah \nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so \nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, you\nYou all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hypocrite, yeah \nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so \nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nWhat goes up, sir, must come down\nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving \nYou too commutive\nWicked and bad minded, conniving \nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou nah fe galang so\nHippopotamus \nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus \nYou nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\n You nah fe gwan so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus\nYou nah fe galang so\nYou all hypocrite,you all hippopotamus ",0 +6697,De_La_Soul__Butta_Verses___No,happy, "No [Produced by: Supa Dave West] \n \nI never can say goodbye\nNo no n-no I, never can say goodbye\nI don\'t, I-I don\'t know the rest \n \nWe those pros, we never procrastinate ah\nThem guardians they shouldn\'t let you get past the gate\nWatch out dawg, the watchdog\'s showin his teeth\nGuess you bit too much shit they bitin your beat\nWhile I speak from experience, hunger and hurt\nAnd a little bit of hate from niggas doin me dirt\nI just wash it all out with Tide and show love\nTo those who ride with me while I\'m puttin in work\n \nFull-timin it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift\nThe three months before the benefits hit\nBut my position went temp\' to perm\'\nI sat and listened like an intern watchin who applied get fired\nNow I\'m sittin in the break room, they gotta make room make room\nMy paper stacks, put staples through \'em\nSo I can keep my money together\nSome die-hard fans just don\'t want it like, Put Pos back on it \n \nI\'m back on it, that\'s why you never disappointed\nWe give you what we live through for real for real\nDon\'t own a crown but I\'m royalty\nAnd tryin to see the royalty checks about a half a mil\'\nWhether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart\nYou know we got you open like your gut splits apart\nI never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights\nSo don\'t beef when we don\'t pass collection plates \n \nI don\'t give money, I don\'t support the needy\nSchooled in America, taught to be greedy\nAnd everything ought to be, easy\nBut I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high\nWonder Why, I\'m rockin with that guy, it\'s serious\nStill make him cry when the satire\'s hilarious\nCold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes\nSo hot that you despise it\n + Yummy\nNever last up to bat no no no no\nThese skills we don\'t lack no no no no\nWe never fall and pray no no n-no no\nMake all the ladies say ooh ooh baby\nYou can\'t knock the hustle - not at all no no no no\nCan\'t be budged by your muscle no no no no\nNever ridin on E no no n-no no\nIt\'s De La and Butta V drive you crazy \n \nYo, if you are what you eat; some of you\nCats heads between your girl\'s legs a lot cause y\'all act too sweet\nGo brush your teeth! Then after that\nPut in a little more practice on your rhymin attack\nWhat you write\'s not the least bit hot\nMaybe cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop\nHate to hate a playa but you know what?\nI still smother ya like cheese and broccoli\'s freshly cut \n \nAnd we the steak and potatoes and De La\'s the greatest\nAnd ladies be on the floor thankin the Lord that He made us\nI\'m tellin you, I swoop her like a pelican do\nYou sayin - look at that pelican fly; you spittin gelatin rhymes\nThey shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit\nWe the square peg on the round hole, sound\'s soulful\nYour imitation flavor is tofu\nIt\'s true we make our bed all day, and we are..\n \n.. the world of rap! Take you back\nIn the days of all four hundred ways that people lack\nIt\'s that what authentic, big-nosed mic music\nFour to five survive all night to it\nI\'m tryin to keep up with my Jones\' and Thomas\'\n\'til I\'m broke like them New Year\'s Eve promises\nAnd that\'s alright, I just penned another sixteen\nTo fill my bank account with the mixed greens \n \nMoms want 5\'s and 10\'s\nThe girls I got is 9\'s and 10\'s, VH1 Behind The Pens \nYou anticipate greatness from elder statesmen\nI ch-ch-ch-AHH, like Biz Mark\' or Jason\nI bust one shot just to start the racing\nThe tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin?\nSlow and steady, we already Andretti\nGet ticket take parades, waves and confetti and.. \n w/ minor variations \n Come on y\'all \n \nIf the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin\nIf the streets keep rockin, the Soul will keep rockin\nIf the streets stop rockin, the Soul will keep rockin\nIf the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin ",0 +1799,Arctic_Monkeys___7,anger, "7 \nOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven! \n \nWell, I wrote my number down\nI never wrote it down before\nWere gonna bring it over like something from a film\nBut I didn\'t have the bottle at all\nWell, I were looking and you kept staring\nYour thoughts pairing up with mine\nAnd when you\'re so pretty and I\'m so shy\nYou properly did give me the eye, though, I\'m sure you did\n \nWell, I went outside\nCouldn\'t say I tried and I felt regret\nBecause you haven\'t bashed me and dashed back in\n\'Cause the ship hasn\'t sailed yet\nBut when I did I couldn\'t see your face\nI could see your mates but that wouldn\'t do\nWell, I dashed around, tried to find you\nBut you were nowhere to be seen, oh no, no \n \nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la \n \nWell, she moved in ways that kept her there\nIn our minds for days and weeks and months\nI was that amazed and there she stayed\nSurrounded by the What if? s and the Maybe sSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 7 ",3 +8503,Erin_McCarley___HelloGoodbye,happy, "Hello/Goodbye Hello, goodbye\nGood day, goodnight\nYou love, you hide\nWhy?\nYou spring, you fall\nTurned on, turned off\nWhat\'s wrong, what\'s wrong, love? \nYou say\nYou don\'t know, you don\'t know\nYou don\'t know\nYou say you don\'t know\nYou don\'t know, you don\'t know what\'s on your mind\nI\'d love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou\'re unaware that I\'m so tired\nAnd I\'ve tried to understand\nAm I the only one cares here?\nI can\'t let you, let you disappear \nOh oh oh oh \nYou seem at ease\nThen climb your trees\nYou\'re different colors\nOn the age I hope\nInside I choke\nI\'m falling under, oh \nWhat am I, what am I to do?\nWhat am I, what am I to do?\nWhen you fly too high \nI\'d love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou\'re unaware that I\'m so tired\nAnd I\'ve tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can\'t let you, let you disappear\n Oh, oh oh oh \nI\'d love to hear you say\nAnything but silence\nYou\'re unaware that I\'m so tired\nAnd I\'ve tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can\'t let you, let you disappear\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, I\'ve tried to understand\nAm I the only one who cares here?\nI can\'t let you, let you disappear ",0 +4623,CANDLEMASS___At_The_Gallows_End,sad, "At the Gallows End \nSunrise, I greet you, the beauty of your light\nSo warm and tender was never the night\nIn tears, I see you, the last time it will be\nSo give me your blessing, I\'ll meet my destiny \n \nNo rest for the sinner\nHypnos refused me my sleep\nThis was the last night of my life\nWith wine, I pondered on my deeds\nI drank to the devil with servants\nIt\'s good with a friend, where you go\nNo one would share my last chalice\nSo I drink to the ones that I know \n \nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end \n \nWith sad emotions, I sing this epitaph\nMy swansong, my headstone, the farewell of my heart\nThe hills of Tyburn, up where the gallows stands\nOnly the vultures will come to see me hang \n \nBehold the sight of my Golgatha\nThe gallows enlightened by the moon\nProud of his art are the carpenter\nHis creation, a tool for my doom \nI am the outcast, no winner\nI am the fallen, the one\nThat lived all his life as a sinner\nThe tempter has called me his son\n \nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end \n \nSoon, it is time, the dark has now fled\nAnd I see the place for my death\nThe priest, he will pray for my lost soul\nI\'m sure he\'s wasting his time \nA sinner, a fool, or a devil?\nOr just a victim of life?\nIt\'s no fun to burn in hell\'s fire\nBut I sure have enjoyed my life \n \nRing brother, ring for me\nRing the bells of hope and faith\nRing for my damnation\nI am at the gallows end1 ",1 +8110,Elliott_Smith___Coming_Up_Roses,calm, "Coming Up Roses \nI\'m a junkyard full of false starts\nAnd I don\'t need your permission\nTo bury my love under this bare light bulb \n \nThe moon is a sickle cell\nIt\'ll kill you in time\nYour cold white brother will ride in your blood\nLike spun glass in sore eyes\n \nWhile the moon does its division\nYou\'re buried below\nAnd you\'re coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses follow \n \nThe things that you tell yourself\nThey\'ll kill you in time\nYour cold white brother alive in your blood\nSpinning in the night sky \n \nWhile the moon does its division\nYou\'re buried below\nAnd you\'re coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses\nSo you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows\nIt\'s coming up roses everywhere you go\nRed roses",2 +8169,Elvis_Presley___Hound_Dog,happy, "Hound Dog \nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nWell, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain\'t no friend of mine \n \nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain\'t no friend of mine\n \nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nWell, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain\'t no friend of mine \n \nAhh, ahh\nAhh, ahh \n \nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nWell, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain\'t no friend of mine \n \nAhh, ahh\nAhh, ahh \n \nWhen they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYou know, they said you was high classed\nWell, that was just a lie\nYeah, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nAnd you ain\'t no friend of mine\n \nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nYou ain\'t nothin\' but a hound dog\nCryin\' all the time\nWell, you ain\'t never caught a rabbit\nYou ain\'t no friend of mine17 ",0 +7132,Diary_of_Dreams___the_Curse,sad, "The Curse Plastic needles in my skin\nDon\'t ask me what they\'re for\nNo clue, except for pain and shock\nYou tied me to the bed to mock \nMy eyelids kept wide open\nSo I can see all that you do\nAll this liquid in my eyes\nCome inside my world, friend, if you dare... the curse \nIt\'s cold, I shiver while I sweat\nRoom without a glimpse of sunlight\nMy head is shaved, my body bruised\nCan\'t feel my fingers, everything is numb... the curse\nYour reality is twisted\nIt seems you just don\'t notice\nThat all you do to me\nCan never touch me mentally \nBut you can do all this to me\nIt\'s not like it would matter\nMuch worse than, so much worse than that\nI can\'t get you out of my head \nWhere is that strong human will now?\nGuess there are things you can\'t escape from...\nI don\'t know, but something isn\'t right here...\nI guess what you expect from me is fear... the curse \nI stare... but there is nothing I can see\nGod knows, with only one hand I could...\nYour giggles reach me from next door\nI wonder what is this all for?... the curse",1 +7614,Dutch_Uncles___Steadycam,happy, "Steadycam Hold my steadycam\nHold my steadycam\nWho wants my steadycam? \nKeep a thicker hand\nKeep your thicker hand close\nMake your figure last \nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no order in your mind\nThe water\'s in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind? \nKeep your thicker hand\nMake your figure last\nYou keep your thicker hand\nMy figure lasts\nFor my bigger love \nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change \nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no order in your mind\nThe water\'s in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind? \nI\'m fixed over one eye\nI\'m fixed over one line\n Hold my steadycam\nHold my steadycam \nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no order in your mind\nThe water\'s in your mind\nLive low, live low\nThere\'s no water in your eyes\nBut what is on your mind?\nBut what is on your mind? \nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change\nIt\'s not about to change ",0 +2986,Bic_Runga___Say_After_Me,sad, "Say After Me Moon glow\nWhite light will bathe your pillow\nLoneliness leaves no shadow\nWhere did you go? \nBe cool now\nQuietly up and leave you\nMust I be your fool and lead you\nHow gracious we go \nLove ends in a fire\nFire through the streets\nSet them alive\nDon\'t say your goodbyes\nSay after me\nI\'ll go my own way baby, yeah\nIt\'s a crying shame\nTo have only hopeless sorrow\nTo have no more days to borrow\nThe distance will grow \nA new day\nOut walking cold and endless\nAll to be stoned and painless\nI\'m lost in the snow \nLove ends in a fire\nFire through the streets\nSet them alive\nDon\'t say your goodbyes\nSay after me\nI\'ll wish you well then baby, yeah \nRaze to the ground\nI\'ll burn you down\nBefore you go and break me \nBurn like the sun\nWhat has become\nOf you and me\nMy baby, yeah",1 +5534,Clannad___The_Other_Side,calm, "The Other Side When it\'s gone and you want it so badly\nA game of love is a two way street\nAnd from above there comes inspiration\nDarkest clouds will disappear \nCHORUS\nTake it down, put it in your diary\nCome around to the pleasant side\nPut it down to another experience\nCome around to the other side\nFallen words from a broken framework\nTouching hearts scribbled on a sheet\nAnd from above here comes inspiration\nDarkest clouds will disappear \nCHORUS\nCHORUS \nWhen it hurts and the pain still lingers\nA game of love now a one way street\nFaith and hope is your only connection\nDarkest clouds may disappear \nCHORUS\nCHORUS\nCHORUS",2 +1446,Annie___Always_Too__Late,sad, "Always Too Late \nOh, I should have known\nYou\'re late again\nNo, no, no, no\nAnd now I\'m here\nWill you appear?\nI don\'t think so \nEvery single day\nThe same again\nYou keep me waiting\nFor somebody who don\'t care\nAt all\n \nI don\'t wanna wanna\nBe no primadonna\nTired standing waiting feeling like you never wanna\nSay you\'re trying trying\nBoy I know you\'re lying\nTelling me we\'ll never be too late 'cause I was crying\nYou\'re so tricky tricky\nYeah now mister wicky\nNow it\'s been an hour\nMake me feeling freaky freaky\nI can\'t take it take it\nYou stole my time and now it\'s...\nNow it\'s too late\nNow it\'s too late\nNow it\'s too late \n \nYou didn\'t wait\nWhat a mistake\nAlways too late\nAh...\nAlways too late\nYou didn\'t wait\nWhat a mistake\nAh...\nI can\'t take it\nYou can change it\nWhy you did so\nWrong?\nWhy you did it?\nI can change it\nOh you did so\nWrong\n \nWhere are you today\nYou said you\'d call\nYou said you\'d meet me\n10 o\'clock, it was no shock\nYou were not there \nFoolish, 'cause I am\nBut then again\nI keep on waiting\nFor somebody who don\'t care\nNo no \n \nI don\'t wanna wanna\nBe no primadonna\nTired standing waiting feeling like you never wanna\nSay you\'re trying trying\nBoy I know you\'re lying\nTelling me we\'ll never be too late 'cause I was crying\nYou\'re so tricky tricky\nYeah now mister wicky\nNow it\'s been an hour\nMake me feeling freaky freaky\nI can\'t take it, take it\nYou stole my time and now it\'s...\nNow it\'s too late\nNow it\'s too late\nNow it\'s too late\n \nWhat do I gotta do?\nTake some look or two\nTo get over you\nYou treat me like a fool\nCareless is your rule\nThat\'s why you\'re so cruel \n \nYou didn\'t wait\nWhat a mistake\nAlways too late\nAh...\nAlways too late\nYou didn\'t wait\nWhat a mistake\nAh...\nI can\'t take it what do I gotta do?\nYou can change it take some look or two\nWhy you did so to get over you\nWrong?\nWhy you did it? every single day\nI can change it the same, the same again\nOh you did so doo doo doo doo doo\nWrong \n \nNow it\'s too late ",1 +1528,Anthrax___Metal_Thrashing_Mad,anger, "Metal Thrashing Mad \nWoah-yeah! \n \nRacing down the road\nIn a street machine of steel\nGears are jammed in full\nI\'m the madman at the wheel \n \nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI\'m metal thrashing mad, yeah!\nMetal thrashing mad, yeah!\n \nDriving like a maniac\nI can\'t go any faster\nI\'m burning up the road\nAnd headed for disaster \n \nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI\'m metal thrashing mad\nWhoa-yeah! \n \n \nWoah-yeah! \n \nRacing down the road\nIn a street machine of steel\nGears are jammed in full\nI\'m the madman at the wheel \n \nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI\'m metal thrashing mad\nGot my foot pinned to the floor\nYou can feel the engine roar\nI got thunder in my head\nI\'m metal thrashing madSee Anthrax LiveGet tickets as low as $44 1 ",3 +9211,Fleet_Foxes___Drops_In_River,happy, "Drops in the River \nCrown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning\nYoung today, old as a railroad tomorrow\nDays are just drops in the river to be lost always\nOnly you, only you, you know \n \nYears ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly\nGone you know, held to another like clutched ivy\nOn the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence\nOnly you, only you, you know\n \nHere as the caves of my memory fade, I\'ll hold to the first one\nI wouldn\'t turn to another, you say, on the long night we\'ve made\nLet it go \n \nOnly you, only you, you know\nOnly you, only you, you know \n \nHere as the caves of my memory fade, I\'ll hold to the first one\nI wouldn\'t turn to another, you say, on the long night we\'ve made\nLet it go \n \nSpeak to me slow, my dear\nNo ghost, of course, in here\nPleased to be lonesome, quiet, and clear\nAll is alone in here 3 ",0 +965,Alter_Bridge___Watch_Over_You,sad, "Watch Over You \nLeaves are on the ground\nFall has come\nBlue skies turning grey\nLike my love\nI tried to carry you\nAnd make you whole\nBut it was never enough\nI must go \n \nAnd who is gonna save you\nWhen I\'m gone?\nAnd who\'ll watch over you\nWhen I\'m gone?\n \nYou say you cared for me\nBut hide it well\nHow can you love\nSomeone, not yourself?\n \nAnd who is gonna save you\nWhen I\'m gone?\nAnd who\'ll watch over you\nWhen I\'m gone? \n \nAnd when I\'m gone\nWho will break your fall?\nWho will you blame?\nI can\'t go on\nAnd let you lose it all\nIt\'s more than I can take\nWho\'ll ease your pain?\nEase your pain\n \nWho is gonna save you when I\'m gone?\nWho\'ll watch over you?\nWho will give you strength when you\'re not strong?\nWho\'ll watch over you when I\'ve gone away?\n \nSnow is on the ground\nWinter\'s come\nYou long to hear my voice\nBut I\'m long gone3 ",1 +2979,Beyoncé_and_Bilal___Everything_I_Do,calm, "Everything I Do Every step I make\nAnd every breath I take\nI took 'cause I can\'t wait\nTo be closer to you \nBaby you\'re so sweet\nYou give me cavities\nI get a stomach ache\nIf I can\'t be with you \nAt night I fall asleep\nAnd I dont wanna wake up\n\'cause you are in my dreams\nA heavenly creation \nIn the body that\nI only wanna share with you \nHey \n \nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can\'t wait\nTo give my love to you\n\'cause everything I do is just for you \nBaby we will never finish\nTo be continued\nSeparation can\'t change\nThe love I feel for you\nI\'m gonna definitely be affectionate\nSnuggle up tonight lets get real intimate\nOnly you can satisfy my appetite\n\'cause when it comes to love\nYou get me get so excited\nI wanna taste your lips\nMy body melts in bliss every time\n \nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can\'t wait\nTo give my love to you\n\'cause everything I do is just for you \n \nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can\'t wait\nTo give my love to you\n\'cause everything I do is just for you \nYou are my\nyou are my\nUniverse \nuniverse\nEverything I want and\nEverything I need and\nEverything worth waiting for\nFor\nFor better or for worse\nConstant craving\nYour love enslaves me\nOh\n \nEverything I do is just for you\nCountin every second til we rendezvous\nAnd I can\'t wait\nTo give my love to you\n\'cause everything I do is just for you \nGive it to me baby\nI wanna give it to you\nGive it to me baby\nI can\'t wait\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you \nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nEverything I do is just for you\nI can\'t wait to give you my love\nEverything I do is just for you ",2 +3123,Billy_Fury___A_Thousand_Stars,happy, "A thousand stars A thousand stars in the skies Like the stars in your eyes They say to me That there\'ll never be No other love Like yours for me A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I\'ll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you\'re mine once more You\'re mine, you\'re mine once more Each night I count The stars in the skies Hoping that you aren\'t telling me lies You\'re with me tonight I\'m captured by your charms Oh, pretty baby Let me hold you in my arms A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I\'ll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you\'re mine once more You\'re mine, you\'re mine once more Each night I count The stars in the skies Hoping that you\'re not telling me lies You\'re with me tonight I\'m captured by your charms Oh, pretty baby Let me hold you in my arms A thousand stars in the skies Make me realize You are the one love That I\'ll adore Tell me you love me Tell me you\'re mine once more \nA thousand stars in the skies\nLike the stars in your eyes\nThey say to me\nThat there\'ll never be\nNo other love\nLike yours for me\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I\'ll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you\'re mine once more\nYou\'re mine, you\'re mine once more\nEach night I count\nThe stars in the skies\nHoping that you aren\'t telling me lies\nYou\'re with me tonight\nI\'m captured by your charms\nOh, pretty baby\nLet me hold you in my arms\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I\'ll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you\'re mine once more\nYou\'re mine, you\'re mine once more\n \nEach night I count\nThe stars in the skies\nHoping that you\'re not telling me lies\nYou\'re with me tonight\nI\'m captured by your charms\nOh, pretty baby\nLet me hold you in my arms\nA thousand stars in the skies\nMake me realize\nYou are the one love\nThat I\'ll adore\nTell me you love me\nTell me you\'re mine once more",0 +3787,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Buffalo_Soldier,calm, "TranslationsPortuguêsBuffalo Soldier \nBuffalo soldier, dreadlocked rasta\nThere was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America\nStolen from Africa, brought to America\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nI mean it, when I analyse the stench\nTo me it makes a lot of sense\nHow the dreadlocked rasta was a Buffalo Soldier \n \nAnd he was taken from Africa, brought to America\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nSaid it was a Buffalo Soldier, dreadlocked Rasta\nBuffalo Soldier in the heart of America\n \nIf you know your history\nThen you would know where you\'re coming from\nThen you wouldn\'t have to ask me\nWho the 'eck do I think I am \n \nI\'m just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America\nStolen from Africa, brought to America\nSaid he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nSaid he was a Buffalo Soldier, in the war for America\nSaid he, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! \n \nBuffalo Soldier troddin\' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!\nSaid he want to ran and then you want a hand\nTroddin\' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea \nSaid he was a Buffalo Soldier in the war for America\nBuffalo Soldier, dreadlocked Rasta\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nDriven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean\n Said he, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! \n \nTrodding through San Juan\nIn the arms of America\nTrodding through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier\nFighting on arrival, fighting for survival\nBuffalo Soldier, dreadlock rasta\nWoy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy\nWoy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!20 ",2 +7873,El_Perro_Del_Mar___How_Did_We_Forget,sad, "How Did We Forget? \nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nTo make it hard\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nTo make it hard\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nTo make it bad\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nIt\'s easy, babe\nTo make it bad\n \nEasy, easy, easy\nDon\'t make it bad\nEasy, easy, easy\nDon\'t make it bad \n \nHow did we forget about the love? 'Get about the love\nHow did we forget about the love? How did we forget about the love?\nBaby, baby, babe",1 +355,Adam_Green___Emily,sad, "Emily I just don\'t care about the evening news\nI never listen to the crackhouse blues\nThey say the city is the place to be\nI wanna dance with Emily \nEverybody come around the window shop\nI guess they never seen the moves I got\nI wanna be with what the people see\nI wanna dance with Emily \nEmily, sweet baby, won\'t you be my wife\nCutting me wide open with a kitchen knife\nEverybody said that she is underage\nHonky tried to shoot me with a 7 gage\nNow I got the cookies that your momma sent\nI got permission from the government\nSomeone should mention to the minister\nNow I gotta dance with Jennifer \nJenny\'s got a mousehole full of pigeon scum\nOn top a mountain made of bubble gum\nDon\'t understand what all the grief is for\nNow I gotta dance with Eleanor \nEleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow\nStraight down the hatch beneath the streetlight\'s glow\nBaby when I get you on that persian rug\nThat\'s the kind of movie that I\'m dreaming of \nI\'ll tell you something that you\'d think I know\nI got two tickets to the sold out show\nSome of the fellas like to think I\'m Greek\nI wanna love you maybe three days a week \nI just don\'t care about the evening news\nI never listen to the crackhouse blues\nI wanna be with what the people see\nI wanna dance with Emily\nI wanna dance with Emily",1 +8488,Eric_Johnson___When_The_Sun_Meets_The_Sky,happy, "When the Sun Meets the Sky \nThis Sunday, you were blowin\' through my mind, yeah\nLike Tuesday, you were burnin\' in my eyes\nI hoped today could be just kind of my way\n\'Cause it so much matters that you\'re there\nAnd I\'d hoped today could lead me into your way\nBut I fell down in some disrepair \n \nThe sparks here, they can lead me up the town\nBut it\'s dark here, if I don\'t have you around\nSo I hoped today would lead me kind of your way\nAnd the sun would be shining on my face\nAnd I\'d hoped the road would lead me to your doorway\nBut I fell down in some disrepair\n \nSo when the sun meets the sky\nI\'m gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nAnd when your love is gonna call me home\nI will run to you, the way you want me to\nOh we\'ll sing \n \n \nOh I hoped today would lead me kind of your way\nWith a love, and treasures we\'d find there\nAnd through all the fog, the cracks, the cogs, a gateway\nWhere I\'d find someone to repair me \n \nSo when the sun, meets that sky\nI\'m gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nAnd when your love is gonna call me home\nI will run to you, the way you want me to \nSo when the sun starts to shine\nI\'m gonna take a ride and get to where I do\nWhen your love is gonna call me home\nI return to you, the way you want me to\nOh, we\'ll sing\n \nOh, we\'ll sing\nYeah, I\'ll take a ride to where I do\n[?] there\nTake me there ",0 +4452,Bruce_Springsteen___The_Ghost_of_Tom_Joad,sad, "The Ghost of Tom Joad \nMen walking along the railroad tracks\nGoing someplace, there\'s no going back\nHighway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge\nHot soup on a campfire under the bridge \n \nShelter line stretching around the corner\nWelcome to the new world order\nFamilies sleeping in the cars in the southwest\nNo home, no job, no peace, no rest\n \nWell, the highway is alive tonight\nBut nobody\'s kidding nobody about where it goes\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nSearching for the ghost of Tom Joad \n \nHe pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag\nPreacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag\nWaiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last\nIn a cardboard box beneath the underpass \n \nYou got a one-way ticket to the promised land\nYou got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand\nSleeping on a pillow of solid rock\nBathing in the city\'s aqueduct \n \nWell the highway is alive tonight\nWhere it\'s headed, everybody knows\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nWaiting on the ghost of Tom Joad \n \nNow Tom said, Mom, wherever there\'s a cop beating a guy\nWherever a hungry newborn baby cries\nWhere there\'s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air\nLook for me, Mom, I\'ll be there\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12 \nWherever somebody\'s fighting for a place to stand\nOr a decent job or a helping hand\nWherever somebody\'s struggling to be free\nLook in their eyes, Ma, and you\'ll see me \n \nWell the highway is alive tonight\nBut nobody\'s kidding nobody about where it goes\nI\'m sitting down here in the campfire light\nWith the ghost of old Tom Joad1 ",1 +1116,Amos_Lee___Speed_Of_Sound_Of_Loneliness,sad, "Speed Of Sound Of Loneliness You come home late and you come home early\nYou come home big when you\'re feeling small\nYou come home straight and you come home curly\nSometimes you don\'t come home at all \nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven\'s name have you done?\nYou\'ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run \nI got a heart that burns with a fever\nI got a worried and a jealous mind\nHow can a love that will last forever\nGet left so far behind?\nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven\'s name have you done?\nYou\'ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run \nIt\'s a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow\nIt\'s passed the evil line today\nHow can you ask about tomorrow;\nYou ain\'t got one word to say \nWhat in the world has come over you?\nWhat in heaven\'s name have you done?\nYou\'ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness;\nOut there running just to be on the run\nOut there running just to be on the run\nOut there running just to be on the run",1 +2287,BB_King___How_Blue_Can_You_Get,sad, "How Blue Can You Get \nI\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nI said I\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nOur love is nothing but the blues, woman\nBaby, how blue can you get? \nYou\'re evil when I\'m with you, baby\nAnd you\'re jealous when we\'re apart\nI said You\'re evil when I\'m with you, baby\nAnd you\'re jealous when we\'re apart\nHow blue can you get baby\nThe answer is right here in my heart\nI gave you a brand new Ford\nBut you said: I want a Cadillac \nI bought you a ten dollar dinner\nAnd you said: thanks for the snack \nI let you live in my penthouse\nYou said it just a shack\nI gave you seven children\nAnd now you wanna give them back \nI said I\'ve been down hearted baby\nEver since the day we met\nOur love is nothing but the blues\nBaby, how blue can you get? 5 ",1 +1520,Anthony_Hamilton___I_Used_To_Love_Someone_LP_Version,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +8014,Ella_Fitzgerald__Louis_Armstrong___Dream_a_Little_Dream_of_Me,happy, "Dream a Little Dream of Me \nStars shining bright above you\nNight breezes seem to whisper, I love you\nBirds singin\' in the sycamore trees\nDream a little dream of me \n \nSay nighty-night and kiss me\nJust hold me tight and tell me you\'ll miss me\nWhile I\'m alone and blue as can be\nDream a little dream of me\n \nStars fading but I linger on dear\nStill craving your kiss\nNow I\'m longin\' to linger till dawn dear\nJust saying this \n \nSweet dreams till sunbeams find you\nSweet dreams that leave all worries behind you\nBut in your dreams whatever they be\nDream a little dream of me \n \nStars fading but I linger on dear\nStill craving your kiss\nI\'m longin\' to linger till dawn dear\nJust saying this \n \nSweet dreams till sunbeams find you\nLeave the worries behind you\nBut in your dreams, whatever may be\nYou\'ve gotta make me a promise, promise to me\nYou\'ll dream, dream a little dream of me 12 ",0 +2972,Beyoncé___Scared_Of_Lonely,happy, "Scared of Lonely \nI\'m in this fight and I\'m swingin\', and my arms are getting tired\nI\'m tryna beat this emptiness, but I\'m runnin\' out of time\nI\'m sinkin\' in the sand and I can barely stand\nI\'m lost in this dream, I need you to hold me\nI\'m scared of lonely\nI try to be patient, but I\'m hurtin\' deep inside\nAnd I can\'t keep waitin\', I need comfort late at night\nAnd I can\'t find my way, won\'t you lead me home?\n\'Cause I\'m lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nAnd I\'m scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I\'m scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I\'m scared of being alone\nI can\'t seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me \n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nI\'m scared of lonely \n \nI cry at night, 'cause my baby\'s too far to be by my side\nTo wipe away these tears of mine, so I hold my pillow tight\nTo imagine you outstretch your hand, looking for mine\n\'Cause I\'m lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me \n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nAnd I\'m scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I\'m scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I\'m scared of being alone\nI can\'t seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n \nI need your strength when nobody is around\n\'Cause I\'m tired of this emptiness, I think I\'m drowning\nI can\'t be lonely no more\nAnd I\'m lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me \n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nAnd I\'m scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I\'m scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I\'m scared of being alone\nI can\'t seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me \n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nAnd I\'m scared of being the only\nShadow I see along the wall\nAnd I\'m scared the only heartbeat\nI hear beating is my own\nAnd I\'m scared of being alone\nI can\'t seem to breathe when I am lost in this dream\nI need you to hold me\n \nI\'m scared of lonely\nI\'m scared of lonely7 ",0 +2182,Avantasia___Anywhere,sad, "Anywhere Gabriel:\nI remember it was long ago\nBut when I think of her I feel it grow\nSomething begs me to come home again\nSomething I can hardly stand \nBut I\'m to defy, I have to ignore her cry\nI don\'t know what to do, I\'m missing you so bad \nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light\nWaiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again\nTake away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine\nWhere are you now if you are there anywhere\nPlease forgive me for how I decide\nBut before I can come with rapid strides\nDon\'t expect you\'ll have to understand\nJakob needs my helping hand \nFirst I have to go one out of two ways\nWhich both are wrong and I\'m to go\nSo afraid, so ashamed\nSo deranged - but I know... \nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light\nWaiting for tomorrow just to see your smile again\nTake away my sorrow from a blistered heart of mine\nWhere are you now if you are there\nAnywhere, anywhere... \nSolo: Henjo Richter \nWaiting for tomorrow, for a little ray of light...\nI can\'t wait for you - Are you there - anywhere",1 +2497,Basia___Time_And_Tide,happy, "Time and Tide \nYeah \n \nIt\'s hard for me to stop my heart\nLove never knows\nWhen the time is right\nI don\'t want to hurt anybody\nBut can\'t help loving you ooh \n \nI never felt like this before\nI know this is passion worth waiting for\nLet love take it\'s course\nThat\'s the only thing\nFor us to do, oh\n \nWe got time\nOh, baby, there\'s no rush\nGonna be a better day for us\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new \n \nTime and tide\nNothing and no one\nCan stop us now\nFor better for worse\nThis time I\'m sure it\'s gonna last yeah yeah yeah \n \nHow can I stop my heart\nLove never knows\nWhen the time is right\nDon\'t want to hurt anybody\nDon\'t want to make them cry\nDon\'t want to make them cry \n \nWe got time\nOh, baby, there\'s no rush oh\nGonna be a better day for us woah\nHang on oh\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new\n \nYeah, it\'s a matter of time\nOnly a matter of time\nIt\'s a matter of\nTime and tide\nNothing and no one can stop us now\nFor better for worse\nThis time I\'m sure\nIt\'s gonna last, gonna last forever \n \nWe got time\nOh, baby, there\'s no rush woah\nGonna be a better day for us yeah\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you\nOur love will always\nStay as good as new \n \nYeah\nOur love will always stay\nAs good as new Woah\nWe got time\nOh, baby, there\'s no rush yeah\nGonna be a better day for us oh\nHang on\nAnd I will wait for you1 ",0 +2657,Bedouin_Soundclash___When_The_Night_Feels_My_Song,happy, "When The Night Feels My Song I\'m on the rocky road\nHeading down off the mountain slope\nAnd as my steps echo echo\nLouder than before\nAnother day is done\nSay goodbye to the setting sun\nSee what I found\nTurn back to the ground\nJust like before \nAnd Hey hey hey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nHey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nWhen the night feels my song\nI\'ll be home, I\'ll be home\nInto the undergrowth\nTwist and turn on a lonely road\nIn the twilight\nThe day turns to night\nAnd I\'m alone \nAnd when the light has let\nI\'m not sure of my every step\nFollow the wind that pushes me west\nBack to my bed \nAnd Hey hey hey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day\nHey hey hey hey\nHey beautiful day, hey beautiful day \nWhen the night feels my song\nI\'ll be home, I\'ll be home\nWhen the night feels my song\nI\'ll be home, I\'ll be home\nWhen the night feels my song\nI\'ll be home, I\'ll be home",0 +917,All_Time_Low___Six_Feet_Under_The_Stars,happy, "Six Feet Under The Stars \nTime to lay claim to the evidence\nFingerprints sold me out\nBut our footprints washed away from the docks downtown\nIt\'s been getting late for days\nAnd I think myself deserving of a little time off\nWe can kick it, hang for hours\nAnd just mouth off about the world\nAnd how we know it\'s going straight to hell \n \nPass me another bottle, honey\nThe Jager\'s so sweet\nBut if it keeps you around then I\'m down\n \nMeet me on Thames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars \n \nI should have known better than to call you out\nOn a night like this, a night like this\nIf not for you, I know I\'d tear this place to the ground\nBut I\'m alright like this, alright like this\nI\'m gonna roll the dice before you sober up and get gone\nI\'m always in over my head \n \nThames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41 \nTime to lay claim to the evidence\nFingerprints sold me out\nBut our footprints washed away\nI\'m guilty, but I\'m safe for one more day\nOverdressed and underage What a let down\n Do you really need to see an ID? \nThis is embarrassing as hell What a let down\nBut I can cover for it so well\nWhen we\'re six feet under the stars \n \nThames Street\nI\'ll take you out though I\'m hardly worth your time\nIn the cold you look so fierce, but I\'m warm enough\nBecause the tension\'s like a fire\nWe\'ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes\nAnd like a bad movie, I\'ll drop a line\nFall in the grave I\'ve been digging myself\nBut there\'s room for two\nSix feet under the stars\nSix feet under the stars\nSix feet under the stars1 ",0 +1506,Anouk___Our_Own_Love,happy, "Our Own Love I\'m watching your shadow cut by the moon\nPeaceful I wait for the dawn\nThese moments in silence are all that I need\nThe softness of hearing you breathe\nAnd I know it doesn\'t get better than this\nFunny it starts with just one little kiss\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nYour ups and your downs, powers and fears\nYour presence fulfils my desire\nYou\'re all that I\'ve wished for\nYou\'re more than I need, you\'re right where I wanna be\nOh no, I don\'t ask questions or try to explain\nTelling myself it just happens this way\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nI don\'t ask questions or try to explain\nTelling myself it just happens this way\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you\'re no longer alone\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love\nAll my love is yours, you\'re no longer alone\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nBaby all I know you\'re no longer alone\nWe\'ve started a home of our own love",0 +6755,Dead_Mans_Bones___Flowers_Grow_Out_of_My_Grave,sad, "Flowers Grow Out of My Grave I was floating above my bed\nLike a body in a river, in a car\nAnd the only sound in my head\nWas a dying cricket in a jar\nAnd I saw little beams of light\nCome into the bedroom\nFrom underneath the door\nAnd they crawled under my sheets\nAnd they came out of every single pore \nWhen I think about you, oh oh oh!\nWhen I think about you, oh oh!\nWhen I think about you\nFlowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!\nGrave, grave, grave!\nFlowers grow out of my grave\nWhen I think about you, oh oh oh!\nWhen I think about you, oh oh!\nWhen I think about you\nFlowers grow out of my grave, grave grave!\nGrave, grave, grave!\nFlowers grow out of my grave 1 ",1 +5458,Cibelle___Flying_High,sad, "Flying High I need to tell someone\nHow I am feeling\nMoving my silence down\nI don\'t feel ?no middle end?\nNot a bit, just standing still\nIt\'s just this feeling course \nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nSo many good times \nSeems like I\'m falling\nWith this strangest feeling inside \nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling\nThis life\nThis life\nThis life I am feeling \nThere\'s so much beauty in the simple things\nThere\'s so much light we ???\nI feel like I\'m flying\nI am flying in my dreams\nI\'m flying\nGood times, good times\nI\'m flying \nSo many good times\nI\'m flying\nSo many good times\nI feel like I\'m flying\nI\'m flying",1 +5865,Counting_Crows___Goodnight_LA,sad, "Goodnight LA I said, Goodnight L.A. \nCause I\'m awake in my room\nI been up for 38 hours\nAnd it don\'t look like sleep\'s coming soon\nCause I could break like a bird\nOr I could swallow the sea\nIt seems like the daylight is coming\nAnd no one is watching but me \nBut I don\'t mind the dark discovering the day\nCause the night is a beautiful bright blue and grey\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough \nAnd it\'s a dangerous time for a heart on a wire\nShuttled from station to station noisily\nNot knowing why\nSo I put my head on the ground\nAnd the sky is a wheel\nSpinning these days into things that I\'ve lost\nBut you can keep all the years \nBut I don\'t mind the days gone rolling away\nBecause all this sunlight feels warm on my face today \nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough of love\nAnd what brings me down now is love\nCause I can never get enough\nI can never get enough of loveSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79 ",1 +243,Abba___Summer_Night_City,sad, "Summer Night City In the night a new day dawning\nAnd the first birds start to sing\nIn the pale light of the morning\nNothing\'s worth remembering\nIt\'s a dream, it\'s out of reach\nScattered driftwood on the beach \nSummer night city...\nSummer night city... \nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city\nIn the sun I feel like sleeping\nI can\'t take it for too long\nMy impatience slowly creeping\nUp my spine and growing strong\nI know what\'s waiting there for me\nTonight I\'m loose and fancy-free\nAa-ahhh \nWhen the night comes with the action\nI just know it\'s time to go\nCan\'t resist the strange attraction\nFrom that giant dynamo\nLots to take and lots to give\nTime to breathe and time to live \nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city \nIt\'s elusive call it glitter\nSomehow something turns me on\nSome folks only see the litter\nWe don\'t miss them when they\'re gone\nI love the feeling in the air\nMy kind of people everywhere\n When the night comes with the action\nI just know it\'s time to go\nCan\'t resist the strange attraction\nFrom that giant dynamo\nAnd tomorrow, when the dawning\nAnd the first birds start to sing\nIn the pale light of the morning\nNothing\'s worth remembering\nIt\'s a dream, it\'s out of reach\nScattered driftwood on the beach \nWaiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark\nSummer night city\nWalking in the moonlight, love-making in a park\nSummer night city \n ",1 +8705,Everything_But_The_Girl___Love_Is_Strange,sad, "Love Is Strange \nLove, love is strange\nMany people take it for a game\nOnce you\'ve had it, you\'re in an awful fix\n\'Cause after you\'ve had it you never wanna quit \n \nA lot of people, they don\'t understand\nThey think lovin\' is money in their hand\nYour sweet lovin\' is better than a kiss\nWhen you leave me, those kisses I will miss\n \nLove, oh whoa, love is strange\nMany people, oh whoa, take it for a game\nOnce you\'ve had it, oh whoa, you\'re in an awful fix\n\'Cause after you\'ve had it, oh whoa, you never wanna quit \n \nA lot of people, whoa whoa, they don\'t understand\nThey think lovin\', oh whoa, is money in their hand\nYour sweet lovin\', oh whoa, is better than a kiss\nWhen you leave me, oh whoa, those kisses I will miss\nWhen you leave me, oh whoa, those kisses I will miss \n \nThose kisses I will miss, those kisses I will miss\nThose kisses I will miss",1 +3227,Björk___The_Anchor_Song,sad, "The Anchor Song \nI live by the ocean\nAnd during the night\nI dive into it\nDown to the bottom\nUnderneath all currents\nAnd drop my anchor\nAnd this is where I\'m staying\nThis is my home \n \nI live by the ocean\nAnd during the night\nI dive into it\nDown to the bottom\nUnderneath all currents\nAnd drop my anchor\nAnd this is where I\'m staying\nThis is my homeSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 23 ",1 +3710,Blur___Best_Days,sad, "Best Days \nBow bells say goodbye to the last train\nOver the river, they all go again\nOut into leafy nowhere\nHope someone\'s waiting out there for them\nCabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun\nHe works nights but it\'s not much fun\nPicks up the London yo-yo\'s\nAll on their own down Soho, take me home \n \nOther people wouldn\'t like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\n \nTrellick Tower\'s been calling\nI know she\'ll leave me in the morning\nIn hotel cells, listening to dial tones\nRemote controls and cable moans\nIn his drink, he\'s talking\nGets disconnected sleepwalking back home \n \nOther people wouldn\'t like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOf our lives \n \n \nOther people wouldn\'t like to hear you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOther people break into a cold sweat\nIf you said that these are the best days of their lives\nAnd other people turn around and laugh at you\nIf you said that these are the best days of our lives\nOf our lives 6 ",1 +184,ANGELZOOM___Fairyland,sad, "Fairyland \nColder than ice\nThe world falls apart\nCold like a stone\nThe spell on the souls\nColder than ice\nYour hand on my heart\nA world made of stone\nLet tenderness freeze \n \nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI\'m falling straight down\n \nCatch my daydream\nCatch my fall \n \nColder than ice\nNight all around\nCold like a stone\nThe heart of success\nWasteland of ice\nWe fall to the ground\nA world made of stone\nLet tenderness freeze \n \nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI\'m falling straight down \n \nFalling down\nFalling down\nCatch me\nWhen I\'m falling down\nPlease come to me\n \nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI\'m falling straight down \n \nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere all failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI fall down straight down\nSave the fairyland we live in\nWhere my failings are forgiven\nFeel like hunted by a griffin\nI\'m falling straight down ",1 +4963,Cat_Power___Hate,sad, "Hate Anyone can tell you there\'s no more road to ride\nEveryone will tell you there\'s no place to hide\nThere\'s no laws or rules to unchain your life\nBut the ones who didn\'t make it\nThe ones who couldn\'t take it\nSo glad they made it out alive \nEveryone loves the fun\nEveryone comes by\nIn the wind I crunch, I want to die\nThey can give me pills\nOr let me drink my fill\nThe heart wants to explode\nFar away where nobody knows \nDo you believe she said that?\nDo you believe she said that? \nI said I hate myself and I want to die. \nHalf of it is innocent\nThe other half is wise\nThe whole damn thing makes no sense\nI wish I could tell you a lie\nHey, come here\nLet me whisper in your ear \nI hate myself and I want to die \nDo you believe she said that?\nCan you believe she repeated that?\nI said, I hate me, myself and I \nSaid I hate myself and I want to die 1 ",1 +5621,Cocorosie___Lemonade,sad, "Lemonade \nIt was Cinco de Mayo\nPillow case on his head\nNo more breathing time\nAn ambulance sped\nSped 'round ever corner\nCalling out his name\n \nShot a rabbit from the back seat window\nSat and watched the summer corn grow\nAte ice cream in a desert dream\nAnd got lost in father\'s singing\nToo hot inside, too hot outside\nLazy days when I said let\'s go for a ride\nWe\'ll sail on Spirit Lake\nMe, my pappy, and his lemonade\n \nTim and Tina were my parents\' names\nThey got engaged, they were inflamed\nSeduced by the lies of butterflies\nHow they shimmer, how they glimmer\nThose butterflies\nWe seven kids, we almost died\nNearly put to death by lightening strikes\nInstead there was hot pink flashes in the sky\nWe climbed the rocks in snow and rain\nIn search of magic powers\nTo heal our mother\'s pain \n \nShot a rabbit from the back seat window\nSat and watched the summer corn grow\nAte ice cream in a desert dream\nAnd got lost in father\'s singing\nToo hot inside, too hot outside\nLazy days when I said let\'s go for a ride\nWe\'ll sail on Spirit Lake\nMe, my pappy, and his lemonade 5 ",1 +8587,Eurythmics___When_Tomorrow_Comes,happy, "When Tomorrow Comes Underneath your dreamlit eyes\nShades of sleep have driven you away\nThe moon is pale outside\nAnd you are far from here\nBreathing shifts your careless head\nUntroubled by the chaos of our lives\nAnother day - another night\nHas taken you again my dear\nAnd you know that I\'m gonna be the one\nWho\'ll be there\nWhen you need someone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes...\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea \nLast night while you were\nLying in my arms\nAnd I was wondering where you were\nYou know you looked just like a baby\nFast asleep in this dangerous world\nEvery star was shining brightly\nJust like a million years before\nAnd we were feeling very small\nUnderneath the universe\nAnd you know that I\'m gonna be the one\nWho\'ll be there when you need\nSomeone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes \nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes\nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\n And you know that I\'m gonna be the one\nWho\'ll be there when you need\nSomeone to depend upon\nWhen tomorrow comes... \nWait till tomorrow comes - yea yea\nWhen tomorrow comes ",0 +6181,DTrain___Youre_The_One_For_Me,happy, "You’re the One for Me With the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we\'ll never touch the ground\nWe\'ll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that\'s far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day \nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou\'re the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou\'re the one for me\nWith this true love I found\nPicks my feet up off the ground to fly away\nWith this true love my dear\nTakes away my every fear, don\'t go away \nYou just don\'t know what you did to me\nBut I\'m not the same\nSince you gave me love\nThat\'s sheltered from the rain\nYou just don\'t know how you make me feel\nYour sweet lovin\' girl, is so unreal\nI\'ve got love, love desire\nFrom your lovin\' my soul\'s on fire \nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou\'re the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou\'re the one for me \nI\'m ridin\' on a cloud\nGot to shout it out loud, you\'re my all\nBaby, hold on tight\nFor the rest of my life, don\'t let me fall \n{Repeat 1st & 2nd verse} \nWith the love I have inside of me\nWe can turn this world around\nWe can live through all eternity\nAnd we\'ll never touch the ground\nWe\'ll take a chance to ride upon a star\nTo a place that\'s far away\nThe light of love will shine on us\nForever and a day\n I’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou\'re the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou\'re the one for me \nYou\'re the one for me, yeah\nYou\'re the one for me \nI’ll stand up on a cloud, shout out loud\nYou\'re the one for me\nWith your love by my side\nThe world will be mine\nYou\'re the one for me1 ",0 +192,ANJA_GARBAREK___Can_I_Keep_Him,sad, "Can I Keep Him In the end\nThere was no-one to see\nNo helicopters in the sky the next day\nOr the day after\nNo-one was searching\n\'Cause no-one knew he was missing\nHe followed me home\nCan I keep home\nHe followed me\nA pretty boy like you\nWith hands that could break me in two\nBut don\'t\nBreaking away gently\nCome on\nLet\'s go\nHe\'s still warm\nAnd close to me\nI can see tears in his eyes\nAnd I feel better\nHe followed me home\nCan I keep home\nHe followed me\nIn the end\nThere was no-one to see\nNo helicopters in the sky the next day\nOr the day after\nNo-one was searching\n\'Cause no-one knew he was missing",1 +2322,Babyshambles___Lost_Art_Of_Murder,sad, "Lost Art of Murder Could roll a four, roll a nine\nFind myself washed up in paradise\nLike before you didn\'t mind\nSomeone else washed up in paradise, everyday \nWhat a nice day for a murder\nCall yourself a killer, only thing you\'re killing is your time\nThere\'s nothing absurder\nA bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind \nDon\'t look at me like that, she won\'t take you back\nYou\'ve said too much, been too unkind\nGet off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, just might change her mind, her mind\nRoll a four, roll a nine\nFind yourself washed up in paradise\nAll the fours to all the nines\nI lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go \nWhat a nice day for a murder\nSay you\'re a killer, only thing you\'re killing is time\nThere\'s nothing absurder\nThan a bird it\'s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind\nOh, don\'t look at me like that, she won\'t take you back\nYou\'ve done too much, been too unkind\nGet up off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, think it\'ll change their mind \nDon\'t look at me like that, she won\'t take you back\nSaid too much, been too unkind\nGet up off your back, stop smoking that\nChange your life, just might change her mind",1 +4023,Boyz_II_Men___Its_So_Hard_To_Say_Goodbye_To_Yesterday,calm, "It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday \nHow do I say goodbye\nTo what we had?\nThe good times that made us laugh\nOutweigh the bad \n \nI thought we\'d get to see forever\nBut forever\'s gone away\nIt\'s so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday\n \nI don\'t know where this road\nIs going to lead\nAll I know is where we\'ve been\nAnd what we\'ve been through, ooh \n \nIf we get to see tomorrow\nI hope it\'s worth all the wait\nIt\'s so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday \n \nAnd I\'ll take with me the memories\nTo be my sunshine after the rain\nIt\'s so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterday\nAnd I\'ll take with me the memories\nTo be my sunshine after the rain\nIt\'s so hard to say goodbye\nTo yesterdaySee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79 25 ",2 +6626,David_Gray___Made_Up_My_Mind,happy, "Made Up My Mind Lightning strikes\nAnd silver motorbikes\nAre roaring down the open road\nWind on my skin\nI\'m hungry to begin\nAnd my cup has overflowed \nSo let fall the rain\nDown into these desert veins\nI\'m taking back what they stole\nWhile there\'s diamonds in the mind\nCan\'t afford to be confined\nBy someone else\'s pigeonhole\nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n\'Stead of lagging behind \nHalf past seven\nWay up in the heaven\nThe stars are singing in the sky\nLying half dressed\nYour head upon my breast\nListening to the oceans lullaby \nStanding where we are\nIt seems so far\nFrom the cold light of day\nWhere the faces full of grief\nAnd the grinding of the teeth\nHas been eating my belief away \nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n\'Stead of lagging behind\n\'Stead of lagging now \nCracks in the veneer\nThe light so severe\nShining down the avenue\nTry to join the throng\nBut it’s feeling all wrong\nWhat are you supposed to do?\nSee David Gray LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Shoulder that despair\nTake a lung of dirty air\nTurn to watch the sun set red\nOn the ruins of a culture\nAnd a sky that\'s filled with vultures\nCircling over your head \nSo I made up my mind\nI made up my mind\nGonna move on ahead\n\'Stead of lagging behind \n\'Stead of lagging behind\nI made up my mind\nI made up my mind ",0 +9564,Frida_Hyvönen___Straight_Thin_Line,sad, "Straight Thin Line If I was a straight thin line\nIf I was a straight thin line\nLonged I for the curves and the rhythm\nEnvied I the flesh\nIf I let go of mine\nIf I became a straight thin line \nHere\'s what Agnes said:\nHunger is a must\nIf I\'d be satisfied\nI\'d lose my lust for life\nUltimately undefined\nMove beyond the straight thin line\nOne thing in life so far\nI wanted most of all it was to\nStraighten out my bends and my curls\nHow to escape my shape\nBecome vibration \nAgnes said to me:\nI\'ll outthink my flesh\nThe key to all my work\nIs in none of it\nBut in the absence",1 +2317,Babyshambles___Killamangiro,happy, "Killamangiro Why would you pay to see me in a cage?\nAnd why would you pay to see me in a cage?\nSome men call a stage \nListen now I have gone\nYou will know\nI was the only one that\'d have gladly died\nFor what was wrong in the eyes of the unwell and unwise \nAnd they killed a man for his giro today\nWasn\'t very gay, I didn\'t mind\nI wasn\'t money mad anyway\nThey killed a man for his giro today\nWhy, would you pay?\nWhy, would you pay?\nTo see me in a cage\nIt\'s all across the stage \nAnd know\nWhen the night has come\nYou might say\nI was not the only the one who would\'ve died\nWhat was wrong in the eyes of the cruel and unwise\nAs they killed a man for his giro today\nOn the off chance that you\'re listening\nTo the radio\nI thought you might like to know you broke my heart\nCan only [?] on or hedge your bets\nOn a second chance I\'ll never get again\nAll my ties, time and time\nI keep on trying hard not to try too hard\nAnd I forgive but I won\'t forget\nTo killing time, so I\'m better now\nDon\'t need it any more\nAnything that makes you feel hate\nCan do without hate\nNow I believe in love\n Now I have gone\nOh yeah, I will pay\nFor everything you\'ve done\nWhat was wrong\nIn the eyes of the unwell and unwise\nThey killed a man for his giro today ",0 +8444,Era___Sentence,happy, "Sentence Alde moni\nAlde no devoni\nLe disime\nDore cari me \nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi me \nI\'ll save you from yourself\nFrom the demons of the night\nThey promess fame and fortune\nAll that you eagerly desire\nI\'ll save you from yourself\nFrom those voices calling you\nTo sell your soul to evil\nThen you\'ll be dancing forever\nNh yeah yeah yeah yeah iyeah \nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi\nAmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa \nI\'ll save you from yourself\nFrom the voices of the night\nThey promess fame and fortune\nAll that you eagerly desire \nI\'ll save you from yourself\nFrom those demons they calling you\nTo sell your soul to evil\nThen you\'ll be dancing forever\nNh yeah yeah yeah yeah iyeah\n Omen tore\nDevoni sefa \nAlde moni\nAlde no devoni\nDevoni \nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve Deo\nImperi\nAmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa \nOmen tore\nDevoni sefa\nAve de Luna\nDevoni sefa \nOmen tore\n......... ",0 +3796,Bob_Mould___Poison_Years_Live,sad, "Poison Years live Poison thoughts in my mind\nGot to free myself from this bind\nI know I\'m a reasoning guy \nIn an act like Jesus Christ\nStare into the sun\nYou don\'t see eye to eye with anyone \nI throw it all away Don\'t talk to me no more\nThe more I think, the less I\'ve got to say I don\'t remember you no more\nAbout these poison years: it\'s just a memory\nAnd every time you knock me down\nIt\'s all that I can do to get up off the ground\nPull myself apart again \nAt the end of this rope\nRope at the end of the line\nI see you swing by your neck on a vine \nTreason is the reason for my poison years\nLeaves are changing seasons of my poison years \nPoison years in my mind\nGot to free myself from this bind\nI know I\'m a reasoning guy \nEvery time you knock me down\nIt\'s all that I can do to get up\nTo get up off the ground",1 +2556,Beach_House___Saltwater,sad, "Saltwater \nLove you all the time\nEven though you\'re not mine\nLove you all the time\nDreaming in the saltwater\nTiming\'s gone all bad\nBroken thing and a broken wing \n \nYou couldn\'t lose me if you tried\n\'Cause I\'ll be rolling to your side, baby\n \nLove you all the time\nEven though you\'re not mine\nLove you all the time\nBroken thing and a broken wing \n \nYou couldn\'t lose me if you tried",1 +7089,Diana_Krall___Do_It_Again,sad, "Do It Again Ohh, do it again\nI may say no, no, no but do it again\nMy lips just ache to have you take the kiss that\'s waiting for you\nYou know if you do, you won\'t regret it, come and get it \nOhh, no one is near\nI may cry oh, oh, oh but no one can hear\nMama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty\nBut then, please do it again, just do it again \nCome and get it, ohh\nTurn out the light and hold me close\nClose in your arms all through the night\nMama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty\nBut then, please do it again, just do it againSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1 +7555,Dropkick_Murphys___The_State_of_Massachusetts,happy, "The State of Massachusetts \nShe had excuses and she chose to use them\nShe was the victim of unspeakable abuses\nHer husband was violent, malicious, and distant\nHer kids now belong to the state of Massachusetts \n \nThey\'ve been taken away! Hey!\nThey\'ve been taken away! \n \nBilly was a bright one, Tommy\'s off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that\'s what she said\nI don\'t predict the future, I don\'t care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you\'ve had your chance\n \nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night! \n \nI suppose you\'ve been a victim, I suspect you may have lied\nHave you lost all ambition, won\'t you give this thing a try\nIf you can\'t and you fail, you won\'t be the only loser\nThese kids don\'t stand a chance with you in their future \n \nThey\'ve been taken away! Hey!\nThey\'ve been taken away! \n \nBilly was a bright one, Tommy\'s off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that\'s what she said\nI don\'t predict the future, I don\'t care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you\'ve had your chance \n \nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!\nSee Dropkick Murphys LiveGet tickets as low as $48 \nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night! \n \n \nBilly was a bright one, Tommy\'s off his head\nMother loved them both the same, at least that\'s what she said\nI don\'t predict the future, I don\'t care about the past\nSend them both to DSS, now you\'ve had your chance \n \nThe poison stole your babies\nThe judges took your rights\nYou can have your children... or the night!4 ",0 +1193,Anathema___Pulled_Underat_2000_Metres_A_Second,sad, "Pulled Under At 2000 Metres A Second Freedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the distant horizon\nAnd we are all strangers in global illusion\nWanting and needing impossible heaven \nChasing the dream as they swim out to sea\nThe mirage ahead says that they can be free\nBecome lost in delusion drowning their reason\nSwept on by the current of selfish ambition \nFrightened, ashamed, and afraid of the blame\nThe questions are screaming, the answers are hiding\nThe sickness is growing distracted condition\nYou can feel the disgust and smell the confusion\nLying insane getting soaked in the rain\nDraining the sky of the guilt and the shame\nThe nightmare is coming the clouds are descending\nPulled under at two thousand metres a second! \nClawing at walls that just slip through my fingers\nDarkness consuming, collapsing, and breaking\nDistilled paranoia seeped into the walls\nFilled in the cracks with the whispering calls \nShadows are forming, take heed of the warnings\nCreeping around at four in the morning\nLie to myself, start a brand new beginning\nBut I\'m losing myself in this fear of living [?] \nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream\nDeep in the reason betrayal of feeling\nThe mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems \nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream... \nFreedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream\nDeep in the reason betrayal of feeling\nThe mistakes that I made tore my conscience apart at the seems\n Freedom is only a hallucination\nThat waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream.... ",1 +4563,Burial___Broken_Home,sad, "Broken Home \nWhose fault\nNo one but myself\nAnd you know... 1 ",1 +4508,Bubba_Sparxxx___Bubba_Talk,happy, "Bubba Talk \nI can\'t do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit.. \nThere goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self\nSlide inside Timmy\'s track and ride it 'til nothing\'s left\nBet you then they\'ll get the picture, a legendary mixture\nLike Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?\nDrank it, that\'ll fix ya, why you angry anyway?\nI\'m in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days\nOkay, let\'s get it on, in any shape form or fashion\nAt the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens\nY\'all still don\'t hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?\nI just throw y\'all little lames on any trash heap that\'s near me\nFuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em\nSend 'em to Nelly B?, and certainly they\'ll get 'em\nI really don\'t have to answer to questions that y\'all present me\nBut I know why after this here session, y\'all resent me\nNever the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk\nOkey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk\n \nY\'all don\'t know me a\'tall\nI say the same thang but slower than y\'all\nA little Southern charm to top it off\nOkey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk\nY\'all don\'t know me a\'tall\nI say the same thang but slower than y\'all\nA little Southern charm to top it off\nOkey-dokey - SPIT BOY! \n \nThis time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin\nSome rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?\nHopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba\'s rise\nAll up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs\nCan\'t help but love them guys, they happy they out the country\nBut the country\'s still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy\nLawd this boy\'s gone, from dirty to fast speed\nAnd if she don\'t visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze\nIf you mad leave, this is not yo\' type of party\nSome Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi\nYeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once\nStill talkin Bubba but I can\'t complete the sentence \n \n \nI slowly let my anger turn to just concern\nFor y\'alls well bein, I\'m seein there\'s much to earn\nIn this money pit of music, this dummy shit\'s amusin\nThat\'s what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this\nI\'ll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port ?\nY\'all can\'t run with me, stay on the porch please\nThere\'s somethin special, about Bubba\'s mannerisms\nThat\'s why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em\nI don\'t know, is it me, or is this industry foul?\nThey used to be sugar but they shit to me now\nGet in and get bent, that\'s enough then cut me off\nNo matter what it cost it\'s worth it when Bubba talk \n - repeat 2X ",0 +1051,American_Music_Club___All_My_Love,happy, "All My Love I wish that we were always high\nI wish that we could swim in the sky\nIf we believe then we won’t fall\nWe’ll leave our lives and rise above it all \nYou never love when you never trust\nIt’s hard to love when all you embrace is dust\nI’ll be the match that holds your fire\nI’ll be the note that sings from your wire \nIf I can give you all my love\nThe breath that takes you from the deep blue to the shore\nA wave that holds you, that’s all we’re searching for\nIt lasts for a blink and it’s everything\nMakes all our gowns and the crowns so disappointing \nIf I can give you all my love\nAll my love\nAll my love \nThe light we use when we get lost\nThe light we choose, never mind the cost\nIt’s what we hope to see in each other’s eyes\nIt’s what we hope to feel on our highest highs \nIf I could give you all my love\nAll my love\nAll my love ",0 +3618,Blue_Foundation___Save_This_Town,happy, "Save This Town Come around to this fine town\nWhere freedom makes the world go round\nAnd where dreams are found\nAnd carried out \nEven in the afternoon\nYou can go there fishing for the moon\nAnd the fairy lights\nGlow like fireflies \nCome on save it\nCome on save it\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town\nGrowing from diversity\nOut of true originality\nIt\'s the place to be\nAnd that\'s why \nI fear the need to standardise\nAnd I fear the guys with normal eyes\nIt\'s a precious child\nCome give it a try \nAnd we try\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town \nI know that we can\'t save this town alone\nSo this is why I say\nCome on and raise your voice\nAnd spread these words around: \nCome on save it\nCome on save it\nEvery single one\nCome on save it\nCome on save this town 1 ",0 +6784,Dean_Martin___Memories_Are_Made_Of_This,sad, "Memories Are Made of This \nThe sweet, sweet memories you\'ve given me\nYou can\'t beat the memories you\'ve given me \n \nTake one fresh and tender kiss\nAdd one stolen night of bliss\nOne girl, one boy, some grief, some joy\nMemories are made of this \n \nDon\'t forget a small moonbeam\nFold it lightly with a dream\nYour lips and mine, two sips of wine\nMemories are made of this\n \nThen add the wedding bells\nOne house where lovers dwell\nThree little kids for the flavor\nStir carefully through the days\nSee how the flavor stays\nThese are the dreams you will savor \n \nWith His blessings from above\nServe it generously with love\nOne man, one wife, one love through life\nMemories are made of this \n \nMemories are made of this",1 +5609,Cobra_Starship___The_Ballad_Of_Big_Poppa_and_Diamond_Girl,happy, "The Ballad Of Big Poppa And Diamond Girl \nSenorita, I can\'t forget your eyes\nYour hair, your Spanish ass\nI don\'t care what you tell the other guys\nHear me out\nI\'ll do what you say \n \nJust\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one that I believe\nCan I believe you?\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one\nDon\'t lie, lie, lie\n \nDiamond girl\nI want to wrap you around the world\nI\'ll never let you touch the ground\nI\'ll be your Biggie, you\'ll be my Lil\' Kim \n \nInquietita, mira que yo quiero decirte\nLo que no sabes\nY vos, solamente contame la verdad\nVas a ver que yo te la guardo \n \nJust\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one that I believe\nCan I believe you?\nSay what you want, say what you mean\nGirl all I need is for you\nTo be the one\nDon\'t lie, lie, lie \n \nDiamond girl\nI want to wrap you around the world\nI\'ll never let you touch the ground\nI\'ll be your Biggie, you\'ll be my Lil\' Kim",0 +6858,Demis_Roussos___Goodbye_My_Love_Goodbye,happy, "Goodbye My Love Goodbye Hear the wind sing a sad, old song\nIt knows i\'m leaving you today\nPlease don\'t cry or my heart will break\nWhen I go on my way \n \nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI\'ll never be too far\nGoodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n\'till I come back to you \nSee the stars in the skies above\nThey\'ll shine wherever I may roam\nI will pray every lonely night\nThat soon they\'ll guide me home \n \nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI\'ll never be too far \nGoodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n\'till I come back to you \nGoodbye my love goodbye\nGoodbye and au revoir\nAs long as you remember me\nI\'ll never be too far\n Goodbye my love goodbye\nI always will be true\nSo hold me in your dreams\n\'till I come back to you ",0 +8887,Farewell___A_Collect_Call_To_Arms,happy, "A Collect Call To Arms Way back in high school\nHe was a big fat mess\nThat couldn\'t pass a joint enough\nTo pass a piss test\nWe never knew he was twice as smart as the rest of us\nWell he must\'ve done something right\nTwenty-one with a house and hit on top forty\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn because karma comes around\nThink of all that you\'ve got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you\'re livin\' in\nHey, but take the longshot\nWell, as a freshmen\nNobody looked her way\nShe walked the hall for years\nBut no one even knew her name\nA legal pad and a ballpoint pen were her only friends\nWell, she must\'ve done something right\nSaw her face on TV selling her success story\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn because karma comes around\nThink of all that you\'ve got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you\'re livin\' in\nHey, but take the longshot\nYou never know what you\'re gonna get, do ya?\nNo way to tell if you\'ll ever rise to the top\nYou\'ll never know if you never try, will ya?\nSo get up, and show 'em all what you got\nWhen your world changes upside down\nWait your turn 'cause karma comes around\nThink of all that you\'ve got\nSo find the power you have within\nAnd live up to the life you\'re livin\' in\nHey, but take the longshot",0 +5082,Celtic_Woman___The_Butterfly,happy, "The Butterfly This evening the moon dreams more lazily\nAs some fair woman, lost in cushions deep\nWith gentle hand caresses listlessly\nThe contour of her breasts before she sleeps\nOn velvet backs of avalanches soft\nShe often lies enraptured as she dies\nAnd gazes on white visions aloft\nWhich like a blossoming to heaven rise\nWhen sometimes on this globe, in indolence\nShe lets a secret tear drop down, by chance\nA poet, set against oblivion\nTakes in his hand this pale and furtive tear\nThis opal drop where rainbow hues appear\nAnd hides it in his breast far from the sunSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27 ",0 +5007,Cat_Power___Where_Is_My_Love,sad, "Where Is My Love Where is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nHorses galloping\nBring him to me \nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nHorses running free\nCarrying you and me \nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love?\nSafe and warm\nSo close to me\nIn my arms finally\nThere is my love\nThere is my love\nHorses galloping\nBringing him to me \nWhere is my love?\nWhere is my love? ",1 +3542,Blockhead___Youve_got_Maelstrom,sad, "You’ve got Maelstrom Some nights it just gets worse than others\nSome nights, it just\nGets worse\nI feel terrible\nBut what can we do?\nI don\'t know\nIt\'s just, a feeling I\'ve got\nLike, something\'s about to happen\nBut I don\'t know what \nGood God almighty, all that other bullshit\nIs here today and going tomorrow",1 +4305,British_Sea_Power___Open_The_Door,sad, "Open the Door Are you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right? \nFive young men went for a walk\nSat on a tree stump and had a talk\nIt takes something to be a man these days\nNobody\'s scared, but we hide anyway\nWe\'re almost there\nAnd now it\'s coming back to me\nAh, we\'re almost there\nSo are you coming back to me? \nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right? \nShatter your vases, settle your loans\nGet on a slow boat to Mexico\nTalking of rabies, you need it, lad\nTake her, hold her, but don\'t go mad \nOpen the door\nYou\'ve gotta see just what it\'s for\nNow we\'re almost there\nSo are you coming back to me? \nI\'m not afraid of the big black bear\nOnly humans make me scared\nI\'m not afraid of misery\nMy life is a vapour, and you can\'t break her \nAh\n No taste or understanding of the working\nIn her microbes\nLet it show\nIn our bathrobes\nLet her know\nLet it rip \nWhoo \nFive young men went for a walk\nSat on a tree stump and had a talk\nIt takes something to be a man these days\nNobody cares but everyone\'s caring \nAh, these days, ah\nAre we almost there?\nIt is just how you imagine \nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna live or die?\nAre you gonna be all right? \nWhoo\nAre you gonna\nAre you gonna\nAre\nAre you gonna\nAre you gonna live or die? ",1 +7158,Dido___Worthless,calm, "Worthless \nI know what you came for\nAnd I know when you\'ll leave\nYou came for my heart\nAnd it\'s lost to me \n \nFor I won\'t stop you\nI will open my door\nMy heart is here waiting\nI don\'t need it no more\n \nI know why you\'re leaving\nAnd I\'ll just let it be\nI am left with nothing\nAnd now you\'re lost to me \n \nFor I can\'t stop you\nI will open my door\nMy heart is here waiting\nI don\'t need it no more \n \nFor love makes a fool of me\nFor love makes a clown of us\nYes it does, yes it does, yes it does\nYou know, it\'s worthless as worthless can be \n \nI know what you came for\nAnd I know when you\'ll leave\nYou came for my heart\nAnd it\'s lost to me \n \n 2x ",2 +3234,Björk___Unravel,sad, "Unravel \nWhile you are away\nMy heart comes undone\nSlowly unravels\nIn a ball of yarn \n \nThe devil collects it\nWith a grin\nOur love\nIn a ball of yarn\n \nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love\nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love \n \nWhile you are away\nMy heart comes undone\nSlowly unravels\nIn a ball of yarn \n \nThe devil collects it\nWith a grin\nOur love, our love\nIn a ball of yarn \n \nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love\nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 \nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love\nHe\'ll never return it\nSo, when you come back\nWe\'ll have to make new love20 ",1 +9637,Fugees___Ready_Or_Not,sad, "Ready or Not [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and make you want me Yo \n[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill]\nNow that I escape, sleepwalk awake Yeah\nThose who could relate know the world ain\'t cake\nJail bars ain\'t golden gates, those who fake, they break\nWhen they meet their four hundred-pound mate\nIf I could rule the world If I ruled the world, everyone would have a gun\nIn the ghetto. of course, when giddy-upping on their horse\nI kick a rhyme drinking moonshine\nI pour a sip on the concrete for the deceased\nBut, no, don\'t weep, Wyclef\'s in a state of sleep\nThinking 'bout the robbery that I did last week\nMoney in the bag, banker looked like a drag\nI want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad\nGun blast, think fast, I think I\'m hit\nMy girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist\nI think not, I\'ll send a letter to my friends\nA born again hooligan only to be king again\n[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and make you want me Yo, yo, yo, yo \n[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nI play my enemies like a game of chess\nWhere I rest, no stress if you don\'t smoke sess\nLest I must confess, my destiny\'s manifest\nIn some Gore-Tex and sweats, I make treks like I\'m homeless\nRap orgies with Porgy and Bess\nCapture your bounty like Eliot Ness, yes\nBless you if you represent the Fu\nBut I\'ll hex you with some witch\'s brew if you\'re doo-doo\nVoodoo, I can do what you do, easy\nBelieve me, fronting niggas give me heebie-jeebies Ha\nSo while you imitating Al Capone\nI\'ll be Nina Simone and defecating on your microphone \n \nReady or not, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and take it slowly\n \nYou can\'t run away from these styles I got, oh, baby\nHey, baby, 'cause I got a lot, oh, yeah\nAnd anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh, baby\nHey, baby, you can\'t hide from the block, oh, no\n [Verse 3: Pras, Pras & Lauryn Hill]\nReady or not, refugees taking over\nThe Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta\nOn the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber Drop bombs\nCrews run for cover, now they\'re under, pushing up flowers\nSuperfly, true lies, do or die He\'s super fly\nToss me high, only puff lye with my crew from Lakay\nI refugee from Guantanamo Bay\nDance around the border like I\'m Cassius Clay Yes, sir \n[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean]\nReady or not, here I come, you can\'t hide Ayo, nobody move\nGonna find you and take it slowly\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can\'t hide Ayo, nobody move\nGonna find you and make you want me Come on\nReady or not, here I come, you can\'t hide You know the—\nGonna find you and take it slowly You know\nReady or not Uh-huh, here I come, you can\'t hide\nGonna find you and make you want me67 ",1 +8213,Emiliana_Torrini___Ha_Ha,sad, "Ha Ha Anger steaming up your glasses\nYou\'ve been holding parties all your life\n\'Cause it\'s long gone down, you\'re still hanging around\nIt\'s not over till it starts again \nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha ha!\nIt died out long ago \nDid you hear me laughing in your head\nWhen I saw you stuck in a rut again?\nOh that drink went down smoothly\nJust like the one before the last you had\nQuestions I have answered\nYou are still asking yourself again\nPassed-out in the gutter, worn-out\nIn your head your voices aren\'t clearer now after all \nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha ha!\nIt died out long ago \nAnger steaming up your glasses\nYou\'ve been holding parties all your life\n\'Cause it\'s long gone down, you\'re still hanging around\nIt\'s not over till you start again \nHa ha ha!\nHear me laughing! Ha ha ha!\nHa ha ha!\nYou died out long ago",1 +8302,Emperor___Encorcelled_By_Khaos,sad, "Encorcelled by khaos In an endless maze begotten. To dead ends led by fools. I sought a plague for those who smiled at walls in humble fear\nYet, billigerent ways came to an end. No war could ease my hunger. By craving death I was to darkness reborn\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nIn an endless maze begotten. To dead ends led by fools. I sought a plague for those who smiled at walls in humble fear\nYet, billigerent ways came to an end. No war could ease my hunger. By craving death I was to darkness reborn\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nNo peace for me. No peace I seek. My quest goes far beyond\nNo sacrifice too great. Caught in another maze. Truly endless. Still, this maze is mine\nI hail the greatest fall. Dark is the spirit of my token. Dark is my call\nStill craving, still torn. Hear me master of this real to which I was reborn\nThe cosmic forces driving me. More noble, more free. Love and hate and all in between. I greet them all in ecstasy\nTake me\nVenus, seduce me. Mars, Posess me. Tear my soul from sanity\nNo sacrifice too great. Coaught in another maze. Truly endles.s Still, this maze is mine and I am thine ",1 +5501,City_And_Colour___Body_In_A_Box,sad, "Body In A Box \nThere\'s a funeral procession on the highway\nTraffic screeches to a halt\nThere\'s people searching for a better way\nTo live their lives, oh oh\n Johnny lived a good life you\'ll hear them say\nAs tears of sadness soak the ground\nThe reaper crept in took his breath away\nIn the middle of the night, oh oh \n \nWe celebrate the lives of the dead\nIt\'s like a man\'s best party only happens when he dies\nWe gather round to pay our respects\nWhile their souls are still searching for the light\nSearching for the light\n \nSo please don\'t come to me on my dying day\nJust let me go in peace\nWith all the things that I forgot to say\nRacing through my mind, oh oh\nAnd don\'t you bury me six-feet underground\nJust burn my body in a box\nAnd let my ashes blow with the wind\nOut into the night sky \n See City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63 3 ",1 +5147,Charlotte_Gainsbourg___Voyage,happy, "Voyage Voyage au bout de la nuit\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nVoyage au bout de la nuit \nPlumes sauvages\nLe mirage\nKerozene\nAu gris gris\nRattlesnake\nCadillac\nRace humaine\nEspace vie\nVoyage au bout de la nuit \nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nWe could go, oh\nJourney till the end of the world \nGuitare noire\nLame rasoire\nPorte bonheur\nAccroche coeur\nVagabond\nBottle blond\nCicatrice\nSacrifice \nVoyage au bout de la nuit \nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nWe could go au bout du monde\nTill the end of the night\nVoyage au bout de la nuit\nWe could go, oh\nJourney till the end of the world\n Voyage au bout de la nuit ",0 +4396,Brooklyn_Funk_Essentials___The_Revolution_Was_Postponed_Because_Of_Rain,happy, "The Revolution Was Postponed Because Of Rain Cool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat? \nThe Revolution Was Postponed Because of Rain \nThe underlying\nImmediate\nPolitical\nSocio-economic\nAnd trigger mechanism causes\nWere all in place when\nSome nee-gro or the other got hungry\nHad to stop at the McDonald\'s\nHad to get on the line\nWith the new trainee cashier\n uhh, where\'s the button for the fries? \nSo we missed the bus...\nThen the leader couldn\'t find his keys\nDidn\'t want some poor ass moving\nHis brand new 20 and VCR\nOut his living room on the shoulders\nIt was too late when the locksmith came \nThen our demo expert Willie Blew got arrested\nCame out with his head hanging under his hoody\n Didn\'t know they started doing that\nFor jumping the turnstiles, he said\n How many times must we tell you -\nDon\'t.. get.. caught. \nWe voted against shootin\' him on the spot\nIn the winter we were all depressed\nSo we leaned our guns against the sofas\nAnd listened instead to Tim Tim Tiree\nSinging about his dysfunctions: \nCool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat? \n Sometimes I wonder if ah\'ll ever be free\nFree of the sins of my brutish daddee\nLike the cheating, the stealing, the drinking, and the beating . . \n The weatherman said the 17th would be sunshine\nAnd it wouldn\'t be too hot -\nTim Tim Tiree doesn\'t like sweatin\'\nBut that night the weatherman came on crying\nSaying he didn\'t control the weather\nThat God was real\nThat he\'s lucky He, God, didn\'t strike him, the weatherman, with lightning\nFor taking the credit sometimes\nAnd that he, the weatherman, was in no way responsible\nFor the hurricane coming\nAnd that we, the viewers, should\nPray Jesus into our hearts\nBefore it was too late \nSuperbowl Sunday was out\nAll the women wanted\nTo see the game\nAnd the men were pissed\nAt their insensitivity \nThe 20th was supposed to be a definite\nWe looked for some Bastille to storm\nDidn\'t find any\nSettled on the armory instead\nBefore they moved the homeless in...\n We\'ll bum-rush it anyway, I said\n It smells like a collection\nOf a thousand farts in there, they said\nSo we waited for the approval of the city\nContract to build a Bastille\nWhich set the revolution back five years\nCool and steady and easy\nIt makes them like it\nWhat? \nPeace wanted to start the revolution on Tuesday\nShe was in a pissed-off mood\nHer tax return didn\'t come in time for the rent\nBut they showed the We Are the World video\nOn cable that evening\nAnd we all held hands\nAnd cried to stop from laughing\nAnd our anger subsided\nLooking back, it could\'ve been a plot\nBut there are more substantive plots to expose\nThan the We Are the World conspiracy \nNow we wait for the rain to stop\nAll forces on the alert\nSome in Brooklyn basements\nPacked in between booming speakers\nListening to Shabba Ranks and Arrested Development\nBogling and doing the east coast stomp\nGargling with Bacardi and Brown Cow\nBreaking that monotony with slow movements -\nSlow, hip-grinding movements\nWith the men breathing in the women\'s ears to\nEarth Wind & Fire\'s Reasons\nAnd wondering what the weather will be like\nNext weekend ",0 +2950,Beulah___What_Will_You_Do_When_Your_Suntan_Fades,sad, "What Will You Do When Your Suntan Fades? \nThis is gonna hurt, kid\nYou better hold on tight, you know\nAll those drugs you take\nCannot help you save your soul\nSmile a Sunday smile, kid\nYou\'re fragile as a scene, you know\nAll those things you have\nWill not make you come undone \n \nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you\'re in the shade\nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you start to fade\n \nWho\'s your only friend, kid?\nThere\'s no one else, you know\nAll those girls you love\nDoesn\'t mean you feel a thing \n \nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you\'re in the shade\nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you start to fade \n \nSoftly sway, or have you lost your way?\nWell, I could give you a map\nBut you know you\'d have to stay\nYou could quit the fight or you can say goodnight\nWell, if you think it\'s a joke\nThen why do you always cry? \n \n \nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you\'re in the shade\nTell me, tell me you\'ll be alright when you start to fade \n \nHave you heard?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer\'s gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer\'s gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer\'s gone?\nDo you feel afraid?\nThe days are getting shorter\nWhat will you do when your suntan is fading and the summer\'s gone?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?\nWill you fade away?",1 +5506,Civil_Twilight___Letters_From_The_Sky,sad, "Letters from the Sky One of these days the sky\'s gonna break\nAnd everything will escape and I\'ll know\nOne of these days the mountains\nAre gonna fall into the sea and they\'ll know\nThat you and I were made for this\nI was made to taste your kiss\nWe were made to never fall away\nNever fall away \nOne of these days letters are gonna fall\nFrom the sky telling us all to go free\nBut until that day I\'ll find a way\nTo let everybody know that you\'re coming back\nYou\'re coming back for me\nCause even though you left me here\nI have nothing left to fear\nThese are only walls that hold me here\nHold me here, hold me here, hold me here\nOnly walls that hold me here \nOne day soon I\'ll hold you like the sun holds the moon\nAnd we will hear those planes overhead\nAnd we won\'t have to be scared\nCause we won\'t have to be scared\nWe won\'t have to be, yeah, scared, no \n[You\'re coming back for me] X20 8 ",1 +8123,Elton_John___One_More_Arrow,happy, "One More Arrow \nHe said I want to grow up\nAnd look like Robert Mitchum\nAnd I hope that when I\'m gone\nThere\'ll be some say that I miss him\nHe must have been romantic\nHe must have sensed adventure\nAnd I feel the steel of his strong will\nIn the frame around his picture \n \nAnd he\'s one more arrow flying through the air\nOne more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere\nWhere the days and nights blend into one\nAnd he can always feel the sun\nThrough the soft brown earth that holds him\nForever always young\n \nHe could have been a boxer\nBut the fight game seemed so dirty\nWe argued once he knocked me down\nAnd he cried when he thought he\'d hurt me\nStrictly from the old school\nHe was quiet about his pain\nAnd if one in ten could be that brave\nI would never hate again \n \n \nOne more arrow \nForever always youngSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149",0 +1466,Annie_Lennox___Fingernail_Moon,sad, "Fingernail Moon Fingernail moon... up in the sky\nCome out and see me\nSee me some time\nCuz I\'m here alone\nStuck in the blue\nNo distance between us\nBetween me and you\nI\'ve got nothing to hide\nI got nothing to loose\nYou\'ll be by my side\nC\'mon tell me the truth...\nBlah blah blah...\nYou cut like a knife\nIt does me no favors...\nStay out of my sight\nBlah like glass\nAll ancient and new\nOhhh... blah blah between us\nBetween me and you\nThere\'s no need to be shy\nThere\'s no need to be scared \nI need you tonight\nCome on out if you dare \nI\'m just a girl with ma feet on the ground\nI\'m just a girl with ma head going round\nI feel so sad\nSomething unsettling out of ma skin\nI don\'t know the reason or were to begin\nCalling the circles I found ma self in\nI want to reach out and touch you ma sweet\nCircle you...\nUp in the sky\nCome out and see me\nSee me some time\nCuz I\'m here alone\nAfter all I\'ve been through\nWere the distance between us\nBetween me and you\nIt don\'t matter how long\nIt don\'t matter how far\nI\'ll need you tonight\nUnder the stars",1 +5710,Coldplay___We_Never_Change,calm, "We Never Change \nI wanna live life and never be cruel\nI wanna live life and be good to you\nAnd I wanna fly and never come down\nAnd live my life and have friends around \n \nWe never change, do we? No, no\nWe never learn, do we? \n \nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nI wanna live life and always be true\nAnd I wanna live life and be good to you\nI wanna fly and never come down\nAnd-a live my life and have friends around\n \nWe never change, do we? No, no\nWe never learn, do we? \n \nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nWhere making more friends would be easy\nOh, and I don\'t have a soul to save\nYes, and I sin every single day \n \nWe never change, do we?\nWe never learn, do we? \n \nSo I wanna live in a wooden house\nWhere making more friends would be easy\nI wanna live where the sun comes outSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 16 ",2 +3107,Billy_Bragg___Sexuality,happy, "Sexuality Sexuality \nI\'ve had relations with girls from many nations\nI\'ve made passes at women of all classes\nAnd just because you\'re gay I won\'t turn you away\nIf you stick around I\'m sure that we can find some common ground \nChorus:\nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nA nuclear submarine sinks off the coast of Sweden\nHeadlines give me headaches when I read them\nI had an uncle who once played for Red Star Belgrade\nHe said some things are really best left unspoken\nBut I prefer it all to be out in the open \nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nSexuality - Don\'t threaten me with misery\nSexuality - I demand equality \nI\'m sure that everybody knows how much my body hates me\nIt lets me down most every time and makes me rash and hasty\nI feel a total jerk before your naked body of work \nI\'m getting weighed down with all this information\nSafe sex doesn\'t mean no sex it just means use your imagination\nStop playing with yourselves in hard currency hotels\nI look like Robert De Niro, I drive a Mitsubishi Zero \nSexuality - Strong and warm and wild and free\nSexuality - Your laws do not apply to me\nSexuality - Come eat and drink and sleep with me\nSexuality - We can be what we want to be 1 ",0 +4189,Brendan_Benson___Im_Easy,happy, "I’m Easy I\'m easy\nJust a couple of words\nThat you\'ve got to say and it frees me\nFrom your powerful eyes when they seize me\nAnd you said, You\'re never gonna make it \n Boy, you\'ll never make it alone ooooohah \nYou\'re crazy\nAnd the way that you\'re talking\nNo you never cease to amaze me\nYou say lackadaisical I say lazy\nBut somehow you\'re gonna make it\nYou\'re gonna gonna go it alone\nOh but, something\'s wrong\nSomething\'s wrong now, oh no\nI slow down\nI don\'t know why, oh no \nAnd then I grew up\nI let it go for too long\nNow let me explain I never grew up\nI think that I might have a shoe up\nDon\'t make me call my crew up or beat you up \nNow you\'re gritty\nYou\'re starting to glow\nYou\'d like me to know that you\'re witty\nLet me remind you it\'s just the beginning\nThere\'s still more time left and I think that I just might take you \nOh but, something\'s wrong\nSomething\'s wrong now, oh no\nI slow down\nI don\'t know why, oh no\nOh no \nAnd if it means that much to you\nI\'ll take the steps, I\'ll follow through\nI know you have concerns about me\nI\'m all locked up and I\'ve lost the key\nYou\'re the one I aim to please\n I\'ll set your mind at ease\nNow I\'m reeling\nI\'m climbing the walls\nAnd I\'m pacing the floor to the ceiling\nI\'m waiting for some special feeling \nAnd I\'m still waiting\nFor this red light to change\nTo bright aqua green it\'s frustrating\nI\'m deliberately deliberating \nWondering, are you exceeding me?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy?\nDo you copy? ",0 +4405,Brooks__Dunn___The_Long_Goodbye,happy, "The Long Goodbye \nI know they say if you love somebody, you should set them free\nBut it sure is hard to do, it sure is hard to do\nI know they say if you don\'t come back again, then it\'s meant to be So they say\nThose words don\'t pull me through, \'cause I\'m still in love with you \n \nI spend each day here waitin\' for a miracle\nBut it\'s just you and me goin\' through the mill, climbin\' up a hill \n \nThis is the long goodbye\nSomebody tell me why\nTwo lovers in love can\'t make it\nJust what kind of love keeps breakin\' a heart?\nNo matter how hard I try\nI always make you cry\nCome on, baby, it\'s over, let\'s face it\nAll that\'s happenin\' here is a long goodbye\n \nSometimes I ask my heart, Did we really give our love a chance? Just one more chance\nBut I know without a doubt, we turned it inside out\nAnd if we walked away, would it make more sense?\nBut it tears me up inside just to think we could still try \n \nHow long must we keep runnin\' on a carousel?\nGoin\' \'round and \'round and never gettin\' anywhere, on a wing and prayer \n \nThis is the long goodbye\nSomebody tell me why\nTwo lovers in love can\'t make it\nJust what kind of love keeps breakin\' a heart?\nNo matter how hard I try\nI always make you cry\nCome on, baby, it\'s over, let\'s face it\nAll that\'s happenin\' here is a long goodbye \n \nLong goodbye\nOh-oh, oh\nLong goodbye\nOh, it\'s a long goodbye, it\'s a long goodbyeSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 ",0 +1925,Ashlee_Simpson___Rule_Breaker,happy, "Rule Breaker \nUmm, excuse me but, uh, is thing on? \n \nI\'ve got a boyfriend\nHe likes to fight a lot\nWe got a lot of common and he thinks I f— rock\nWe like to break rules\nBoth got tattoos\nWe tend to smash things\nAnd we like to scream like Ah\n \nYou don\'t want no problems\nYou ain\'t got no beef Ah\nYou don\'t want no problems\nYou ain\'t got no beef\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one \n \nI just wanna color outside the lines\nI\'ve been reprimanded about a thousand times\nI\'m a, rule breaker\nYou know that I\'m a, rule breaker \n \nS-s-s-some say I\'m a black sheep\n\'Cause I like to sleep late\nWake up 'round three o\'clock\nDrink until my tummy ache Uh\nFeels I\'m a rebel\n\'Cause I keep making trouble\nGet here on the double 'fore I break a little sun\'thin\', like AH \n \nYou-you-you-you don\'t want no problems\nYou ain\'t got no beef No\nAh You better keep quiet if you want your teeth\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one Uh-uh\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one\n \nI just wanna color outside the lines\nI\'ve been reprimanded about a thousand times\nI\'m a, rule breaker\nYou know that I\'m a, rule breaker\nI know you are, but what am I? \n \nI\'m daddy\'s little girl\nBundle of kisses\nI\'m just a princess\nLittle miss perfect\nEveryone knows it\nBut that\'s another day\nThere\'s rules to break, yeah \n \nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one I ain\'t goin\' for you\nI don\'t wanna fight, tonight Hey, hey\nBut I ain\'t going home for no one No one\n \nI know the grass is greener on the other side\nYou-you-you-you don\'t want no problems\nYou ain\'t got no beef\nI know they tell you that you\'ve got this pretty face\nYou-you-you-you don\'t want no problems\nYou ain\'t got no beef2 ",0 +2733,Belle__Sebastian___Funny_Little_Frog,happy, "Funny Little Frog \nHoney, lovin\' you is the greatest thing\nI get to be myself and I get to sing\nI get to play at being irresponsible\nI come home late at night and I love your soul\nI never forget you in my prayers\nI never have a bad thing to report \n \nYou\'re my picture on the wall\nYou\'re my vision in the hall\nYou\'re the one I\'m talking to\nWhen I get in from my work\nYou are my girl and you don\'t even know it\nI am livin\' out the life of a poet\nI am the jester in the ancient court\nYou\'re the funny little frog in my throat\n \nMy eyesight\'s fading, my hearing\'s dim\nI can\'t get insured for the state I\'m in\nI\'m a danger to myself, I\'ve been starting fights\nAt the party at the club on a Saturday night\nBut I don\'t get disapproving from my girl\nShe gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls \n \nYou\'re my picture on the wall\nYou\'re my vision in the hall\nYou\'re the one I\'m talking to\nWhen I get in from my work\nYou are my girl and you don\'t even know it\nI am livin\' out the life of a poet\nI am the jester in the ancient court\nAnd you\'re the funny little frog in my throat \n \nI had a conversation with you at night\nIt\'s a little one-sided, but that\'s alright\nI tell you in the kitchen about my day\nYou sit on the bed in the dark changing places\nWith the ghost that was there before you came\nYou\'ve come to save my life again\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 \nI don\'t dare to touch your hand\nI don\'t dare to think of you in a physical way\nAnd I don\'t know how you smell\nYou are the cover of my magazine\nYou\'re my fashion tip, a living museum\nI\'d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays\nI\'ll maybe tell you all about it someday4 ",0 +962,Altan___Ten_Thousand_Miles,calm, "Ten Thousand Miles Fare you well, my own true love\nFarewell for a while\nI am going away but I\'ll be back\nIf I go ten thousand miles \nTen thousand miles, my own true love\nTen thousand miles or more\nAnd the rocks may melt and the seas may burn\nIf I no more return \nOh don\'t you see yon lonesome dove\nSitting on yon ivy tree\nShe is weeping for her own true love\nAs I shall weep for mine\nOh come back, my own true love\nAnd stay a while with me\nIf I had a friend all on this earth\nYou have been a friend to me",2 +2748,Belle_and_Sebastian___The_Boy_With_The_Arab_Strap,happy, "The Boy with the Arab Strap \nA mile and a half on a bus takes a long time\nThe odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by\nDay upon day of this wandering gets you down\nNobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town \n \nHovering silence from you is a giveaway\nSqualor and smoke\'s not your style\nI don\'t like this place\nWe better go\nThen I compare notes with your older sister\nI am a lazy git, she is as pure as the cold driven snow\n \nWhat did you learn from your time\nIn the solitary cell of your mind?\nThere was noises, distractions from anything good\nAnd the old prison food\nColour my life with the chaos of trouble\n\'Cause anything\'s better than posh isolation\nI missed the bus\nYou were laid on your back with the boy with the arab strap\nWith the boy from the arab strap \n \nIt\'s something to speak of the way you are feeling\nTo crowds there assembled\nDo you ever feel you have gone too far?\nEveryone suffers in silence a burden\nThe man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton\nThe Asian man with his love/hate affair\nWith his racist clientele \n \nA central location for you is a must, as you stagger\nAbout making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts\nWe all know you\'re soft 'cause we\'ve all seen you dancing\nWe all know you\'re hard 'cause we\'ve all saw you drinking\nFrom noon until noon again\nYou\'re the boy with the filthy laugh\nYou\'re the boy with the arab strap\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38 \nStrapped to the table with suits from the Shelter shop\nComic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches\nAnd sets off the smoke alarm\nWhat do you make of the cool set in London?\nYou\'re constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks\nShe\'s a waitress and she\'s got style\nSunday bathtime could take a while2 ",0 +1632,Aphex_Twin___Taking_Control,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +1480,Annihilator___Torn,anger, "Torn The seeds of my life have been planted\nBuried deep within\nMy veins are like the deepest roots\nMy darkest sins\nAll my thoughts are cast in stone\nA castle I have built\nIt\'s walls have just begun to crack\nI am full of guilt \nOver and over the nightmare never ends\nI have been ripped, I have been torn\nOver and under, to hell and back again\nThe demon deep inside reborn\nThe time has come for me to conquer\nEverlasting rage\nTo free me from my suffering\nBreak me from my cage \nI have searched deep within\nDown in my soul\nI have found myself, myself\nI have found \nA restitution for my sins\nThis castle I\'ve rebuilt\nThe walls are now unshakable\nI am free of guilt",3 +5285,Chloe_Agnew___Jesu_Joy_of_Mans_Desiring,calm, "Jesu Joy Of Man’s Desiring Jesu, joy of man\'s desiring\nHoly wisdom, love most bright \nDrawn by Thee, our souls aspiring\nSoar to uncreated light \nWord of God, our flesh that fashioned\nWith the fire of life impassioned\nStriving still to truth unknown\nSoaring, dying round Thy throne",2 +6067,Cult_Of_Luna___Leave_Me_Here,sad, "Leave Me Here Out of a secret longing\nThey know their way from here\nOut of a growing dream\nThey follow the road we create \nI see what I\'ve cut behind me\nLost on the bottom, you often found me there\nFalse conscience is beyond me\nLost in the backwoods, I lie open to you here\nJust leave me here\nThese men are running hard\nBut you keep down your voices\nLiving only to judge heavy\nAll mysteries aside, there was a truth outside \nLeave me here and I\'m born again\nLeave me here in this void again\nNow I am open, left for dead\nJust like salvation comes in the end 1 ",1 +7998,Ella_Fitzgerald___Blue_Moon,sad, "Blue Moon Blue Moon\nYou saw me standing alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\nBlue Moon\nYou know just what I was there for\nYou heard me saying a prayer for\nSomeone I really could care for \nAnd then there suddenly appeared before me\nThe only one my arms will hold\nI heard somebody whisper please adore me\nAnd when I looked to the Moon it turned to gold\nBlue Moon\nNow I\'m no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own \nAnd then there suddenly appeared before me\nThe only one my arms will ever hold\nI heard somebody whisper please adore me\nAnd when I looked the Moon had turned to gold \nBlue moon\nNow I\'m no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own \nBlue moon\nNow I\'m no longer alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own 1 ",1 +9553,French_Kicks___When_You_Heard_You,happy, "When You Heard You Put out my hand put out your waterin\' eyes\nWhen I have seen better ways to waste my time\nPut out my hand put out your waterin\' eyes\nOh why I have seen better ways to waste some time\nAnd when you heard you\nTroubled with some compliment\nAnd you tried not to whine\nNot to feel already spent\nAnd it\'s true look at you\nIn the midnight hour now and it you said\n Oh oh do we have a good thing going yet? \nPut out your hand put out your ??? I know\nWithout some violence you won\'t want to slow\nLet out your hand let out your mind I know oh oh\nWhen nothing else can make you so slow\nPain is a fire gone\nHanging on and on\nWild times with the latest one\nPain is a fire gone\nOhhh ",0 +3254,Björk___Cetacea,calm, "Cetacea Into pattern\nFlowing blood\nGiving form \nIn every part\nThe whole you see \nInto pattern\nFlowing blood\nGiving form\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you\nFrom the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you \nNature conspires to help youSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199 7 ",2 +5923,Cracker___Another_Song_About_The_Rain,sad, "Another Song About the Rain Wind of fate has pried us loose\nLight of mercy hurts my eyes\nIs it worth the things you lose\nTo board the train and watch the sky \nI sing myself to sleep at night\nI sing myself to sleep \nAnother song about the rain\nComing down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain\nGot a line straight from my heart\nAnother time it went to you\nAnother place we were smart\nBefore the flood and time was through \nI sing myself to sleep at night\nI sing myself to sleep \nAnother song about the rain\nComing down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain \nSorry now I never made you see\nSorry now sounds so far away\nWill our child cry for me\nWhen he hears the dragon\'s flame \nHighway flares make red the streets\nMy fingers spin the dial again\nBut every station\'s on to me, yeah\nAnother song about the rain \nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Coming down it burns through me\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Never rained so viciously\nAnother song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain Another song about the rain\nAnother song about the rain\nFades Out",1 +5600,Club_8___Whatever_You_Want,sad, "Whatever You Want \nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da \n \nAm I okay here?\nI think you ought to know this\nAnother day\nNot unlike any other\nIt\'s been like this so long\n \nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da \n \nAre you okay dear?\nI know I should have noticed\nA quiet day\nNot unlike any other\nIt\'s been like this so long \n \nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society \n \nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da \n \nAm I okay dear?\nI think you want to know this\nDuties I leave\nNot to take on another\nAnd if I don\'t fall this night\nI will have to go along\nUnless something strange will happen\nThere\'s still something to be done\nThis story will go on for long\n \nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society \n \nWhatever you want from me\nWhoever I try to be\nI will never be there\nI can never be her\nIn your society \n \nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da\nDa, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da ",1 +5614,Cock_Robin___Worlds_apart,happy, "Worlds Apart Cock Robin - Worlds Apart \nNo such thing, I\'m sure you\'ve mistaken me\nIf I\'m your man, then give a last embrace\nWish me well or help me solve this mystery\nI\'ve taken my fill and packed it all into one suitcase\nAny other life\nAny other way \nDon\'t you worry about me\nOr try to change how things are\nYou\'ve got to believe\nThat we\'re just worlds apart\nCan\'t talk now, and silence is too much to bear\nNo great loss, but everything to gain\nHere\'s your home, I can lay down anywhere\nAs time goes on, it seems like a fair exchange\nAny other life\nAny other way \nDon\'t you worry about me\nIt\'s all gone much too far\nYou\'ve got to believe\nThat we\'re just worlds apart",0 +1994,At_The_DriveIn___Picket_Fence_Cartel,anger, "Picket Fence Cartel \nWe all become what we most dislike\nIn this picket fence cartel \n \nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWhat have we become? Cycle all over again\nI filled the shoes 'til I was ten\nIn front of the classroom, in front of my peers\nThat day will always be remembered\nIt was etched in tears\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\n \nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike \n \nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWhat will I become when it\'s my turn again?\nWill it hurt me more than it hurts them?\nScotch tape the volume of my mouth\nWithhold the expression that I wasn\'t allowed\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nSaid daddy taught well at the end of his belt \n \nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike \n \nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nI said, daddy taught well\nNothing left to tell\nCome on, come on, come on\nCome on\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nDaddy taught well at the end of his belt\nCome on\n \nTell, tell\nNothing left to sell\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike\nWe all become what we most dislike ",3 +5071,Celtic_Frost___Procreation_Of_The_Wicked,sad, "Procreation Of the Wicked \nYou are blind\nDeny the sun and light\nWhose are the objections\nFrom where come the doubts \n \nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked \n \nSerenades of opposition\nAbsurdity, humans fate and hope\nTrue reflections of community\nProcreation of the gods and lords\n \nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked \n \nCain and Abel\'s love and death\nLove and hate is what we are\nDagger and grail are\nFallen off the altar \n \nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked \n \nOf the wicked \n \nIf god raised the abyss\nYou\'d procreate your own\nAbolism of death is\nAbolism of life \n \nI\'ve killed this old man, because he limped\nI\'ve done it because he shouldn\'t have to do it\n \nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation of the wicked\nProcreation1 ",1 +862,Alison_Moyet___Steal_Me_Blind,sad, "Steal Me Blind Well my friends I feel it\'s time\nTo reassess the situation and decide what\'s mine\nEvery time you steal me blind\nWith no consideration for the way I feel inside \nAnd you just look at me like you don\'t understand\nHow could we, how could we let it get so out of hand \nDon\'t steal me blind \nYou my friends would bleed me dry\nAnd with no hesitation you would pass me by\nAnd you keep telling me that you don\'t understand\nWhat\'s the use there\'s no point in building on sand\nDon\'t steal me blind \nWell my friends I feel it\'s time\nThere\'s a fortune in friendship",1 +3118,Billy_Bragg___TRUST,sad, "Trust He\'s already been inside me\nAnd he really didn\'t say\nAnd I really didn\'t ask him\nI just hoped and prayed \nHe\'s already been inside me\nAnd I really don\'t feel well\nI keep looking in the mirror\nBut it\'s hard to tell \nWill he stay by me and take my hand\nAnd hold me till I sleep\nOr will he crumble and fall to the floor\nAnd weep\nOh feeble man, Oh evil man\nHe\'s already been inside me\nWould he have told me if he cared?\nI know I ought to find out\nBut I\'m much too scared \nHe\'s already been inside me\nAnd I know it can\'t be good\nNothing feels\nThe way it should \nWill he hold me in his arms again\nAnd wipe away my tears\nOr has he already taken\nMy best years\nOh evil man, Oh feeble man",1 +1895,As_Cities_Burn___Errand_Rum,happy, "Errand Rum \nNo, I won\'t play that song\nTo hear you singing it back\nIt is all wrong\nIf I ever told the truth\nHe was never dead, at least not to you\nBut you still sing, you still do \n \nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your head up for the world to spin around\n \nOld friend we used to talk\nWhat we used to say, I can\'t recall\nWas I really listening?\nOr was I just waiting for my turn to talk?\nI got everything to say too \n \nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your head up, baby soon I\'ll be around \n \nRound and round we go we go\nRound and round we go we go\nAnd round and round we go we go\nI know you hate the sound but baby I can\'t stop 'em\nRound and round we go \n \n \nWe are so young\nWe are so young now\nHold your hands out for what we can\'t pull down",0 +1360,Angus__Julia_Stone___All_Of_Me,calm, "TranslationsPortuguêsAll of Me \n \nIs there a cure for this pain?\nMaybe I... I should have something to eat\nBut food won\'t take this emptiness away\nI\'m hungry for you my love \nWell I made it through another day\nIn my cold room\nOn scraps and pieces left behind\nI survive on the memory of you\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I need \n \nIs there a remedy for waiting\nFor love\'s victorious return?\nIs there a remedy for hating\nEvery second that I\'m without you? \n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I need \n \nAll this life is all for love\nIt\'s the only road I\'ll choose\nAnd every street and avenue\nOnly one will lead me to you \n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I see\nAll of me is all for you\nYou\'re all I need\n [Outro: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia Stone]\nOne love, one love, one love\nOne love, one love, one love\nOne love ",2 +3421,Blackmail___Fast_Summer,sad, "Fast Summer I\'m just somebody else\nI\'ll do the things with a skill\nI\'ll do the things with a skill\nOf somebody else \nI\'m just somebody else\nI\'ll do the things with a skill\nI\'ll do the things with a skill\nOf somebody else \nA gentle dream\nHas come to me\nAnd branded on my feet\nI cannot see\nA way to believe\nI hope you take the lead",1 +2379,Bad_Company___Silver__Blue_And_Gold,sad, "Silver, Blue & Gold In the beginning, I believed every word that you said\nNow that you\'re gone my world is in shreds\nOh, you loved me and left me\nYou took all the things that I needed so bad\nI\'m standing here wondering where is the love that I had?\nOh, give me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I\'m told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue \nIn the beginning, yeah\nThere was something of love that was mine\nNow that it\'s gone, whoa, I\'m cryin\'\nOh, the time that it takes for a love\nTo grow cold is a wonder to me\nI\'m walkin\' around with my head\nHangin\' down, tell me where is she? \nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I\'m told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue \nDon\'t forsake me 'cause I love you\nDon\'t forsake me 'cause I love you\nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I\'m told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\nGive me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I\'m told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue\nNow, give me silver, blue and gold\nThe colour of the sky I\'m told\nMy ray-ay-ain-bow is overdue, yeah \nOh, don\'t forsake me 'cause I love you\nDon\'t forsake me 'cause I love you, yeah",1 +5357,Chris_Rea___Tell_Me_Theres_A_Heaven,calm, "Tell Me There’s a Heaven The little girl she said to me\nWhat are these things that I can see\nEach night when I come home from school\nWhen mama calls me in for tea\nOh every night a baby dies\nAnd every night a mama cries\nWhat makes those men do what they do\nTo make that person black and blue\nGrandpa says their happy now\nThey sit with God in paradise\nWith angels\' wings and still somehow\nIt makes me feel like ice\nTell me there\'s a heaven\nTell me that it\'s true\nTell me there\'s a reason\nWhy I\'m seeing what I do\nTell me there\'s a heaven\nWhere all those people go\nTell me they\'re all happy now\nPapa tell me that it\'s so \nSo do I tell her that it\'s true\nThat there\'s a place for me and you\nWhere hungry children smile and say\nWe wouldn\'t have no other way\nThat every painful crack of bones\nIs a step along the way\nEvery wrong done is a game plan\nTo that great and joyful day \nAnd I\'m looking at the father and the son\nAnd I\'m looking at the mother and the daughter\nAnd I\'m watching them in tears of pain\nAnd I\'m watching them suffer\nDon\'t tell that little girl\nTell me \nTell me there\'s a heaven\nTell me that it\'s true\nTell me there\'s a reason\nWhy I\'m seeing what I do\n Tell me there\'s a heaven\nWhere all those people go\nTell me they\'re all happy now\nPapa tell me that it\'s so ",2 +6851,Demians___Shine,sad, "Shine Wake up\nAnd listen to the waves\nIs there a word\nThat could wash away your tears at your will? \nStand up\nAnd listen to the wind\nIs there a moment\nYou can sit down and stay still? \nNow lay down\nAnd feel your life leaving\nIs there a heart that could beat by your side\nIf you can\'t believe in yourself?\nIn you ... and what lies beneath\nYou ... in truth ... and what lies underneath\nThere\'s no need to learn anything\nNo need to forget anything\nYou never listened anyway \nThere\'s no need to learn any song\nTake my hand and we\'ll carry on\nRemember what you wished to be \nNow we\'re going home \nThere\'s no need to learn anything\nNo need to forget anything\nRemember what you wished to be\nAnd now we\'re going home",1 +4093,Brand_New___Me_vs_Maradona_vs_Elvis,sad, "Me vs Maradona vs Elvis With one or two, I get used to the room\nWe go slow when we first make our moves\nBy five or six, bring you out to the car\nNumber nine with my head on the bar\nAnd it\'s sad but true, out of cash and IOUs \nI got desperate desires and unadmirable plans\nMy tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent\nBring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold\nMy sober straight face gets you out of your clothes\nAnd they\'re scared that we know all the crimes they\'ll commit\nWho they\'ll kiss before they get home\n \nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say \nBarely conscious in the door where you stand\nYour eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands\nYou laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute\nI almost feel sorry for what I\'m gonna do\nAnd your hair smells of smoke\nWho will cast the first stone?\nYou can sin or spend the night all alone \nBrass buttons on your coat hold the cold\nIn the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone\nYou\'re using all your looks that you\'ve thrown from the start\nIf you let me have my way, I swear, I\'ll tear you apart\nCause it\'s all you can be\nYou\'re a drunk, and you\'re scared\nIt\'s ladies night, all the girls drink for free \n \nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say\nI will lie awake and lie for fun\nAnd fake the way I hold you\nLet you fall for every empty word I say 12 ",1 +8249,Eminem___Beautiful,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +6008,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Born_To_Move,happy, "Born to Move Every day I\'m going to strut that stuff\nWhen the music\'s loud I can\'t get enough\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on feet, Teach yourself to move \nPeople shuffling up and down again\nUnhappy faces ain\'t going to get you in\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on people, Teach yourself to move\nHey, hey! Hey, all right!\n \nSpread the news, we\'re going to have some fun\nLet it go, moving son-of-a-gun\nSinging hi, singing hi\nCome on feet, We was born to move\nHey, hey, Lord! Come on, move it, now boy! \n ",0 +6326,Dan_Le_Sac_vs_Scroobius_Pip___Thou_Shalt_Always_Kill,happy, "Thou Shalt Always Kill \nThou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim\nThou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets\nThou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain\nThou shalt not think any male over the age of thirty that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile; some people are just nice\nThou shalt not read NME\nThou shalt not stop liking a band just because they\'ve become popular\nThou shalt not question Stephen Fry\nThou shalt not judge a book by its cover\nThou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover\nThou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products\nThou shalt not buy Nestlé products\nThou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend\'s best friend, take drugs, and cheat on him\nThou shalt not fall in love so easily\nThou shalt not use poetry, art, or music to get into girls\' pants... use it to get into their heads\nThou shalt not watch Hollyoaks\nThou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you\'ve done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick!\nThou shalt not return to the same club or bar week-in, week-out, just \'cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied that you\'re never gonna fucking talk to anyway\nThou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals, no matter how great they are or were\n \nThe Beatles were just a band\nLed Zeppelin, just a band\nThe Beach Boys, just a band\nThe Sex Pistols, just a band\nThe Clash, just a band\nCrass, just a band\nMinor Threat, just a band\nThe Cure, just a band\nThe Smiths, just a band\nNirvana, just a band\nThe Pixies, just a band\nOasis, just a band\nRadiohead, just a band\nBloc Party, just a band\nThe Arctic Monkeys, just a band\n The next big thing , just a band \n \nThou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English-speaking countries as to those that occur in English-speaking countries\nThou shalt remember that guns, bitches, and bling were never part of the four elements, and never will be\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not make repetitive, generic music\nShalt not make repetitive, generic music\nThou shalt not pimp my ride\nThou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster\nThou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness\nThou shalt not make some noise for Detroit\nWhen I say Hey , thou shalt not say Ho \nWhen I say Hip , thou shalt not say Hop \nWhen I say, He say, she say, we say, \'make some noise,\' kill me\nAh, I forgot where I was, hang on\n \nThou shalt not quote me happy\nThou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture\nThou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me\nThou shalt spell the word phoenix P-H-E-O-N-I-X, not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you\nThou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying, Izziiit? \n \nThou shalt think for yourselves!\nAnd most importantly of all\nThou shalt always, thou shalt always... kill5 ",0 +7004,Devil_Sold_His_Soul___Hope,sad, "Hope Give up everything for the chance\nFast becoming my final breath, my final breath \nRest\nRedemptions is in my heart And I know\nI know that we\'ll be just fine",1 +6149,Cyndi_Lauper___Right_Track_Wrong_Train,sad, "Right Train, Wrong Track B-Side The train was leaving at 10 after 10\nI got to the station just in time to check in\nI\'ve been luggin\' my bags all around\nI\'m trying hard to never knock people down\nBut I see I left a few on the ground\nAnd as the train pulls away\nI can hear the conductor say \nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nI\'m not to blame Not to blame\nRight track wrong train... train\nI read my schedule but my train wasn\'t there\nThey read my ticket, it said going nowhere\nEverybody had the same tatooed face\nAll the women and men just dressed in lace\nOh I gotta get out of this place\nShould got off before\nThe engineer locked the door \nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nI\'m not to blame Not to blame\nRight track wrong train, train, train, train, hey! \n Hey that\'s a neat tatoo you\'re\nWearing. By the way where\'d you get it?\nUh, huh. Say is this an express train?\nUh, huh\nSnack bar? Uh, huh. Uh, huh \nSomething is happening so familiar to me\nIs this the Outer Limits like on TV?\nAnother empty town fading to gray\nAnother open home sign on the way\nHave a cup of coffee, have a nice day Hey!\nAnd as the train pushes off\nWe\'re headed for Babylon\n Oh no... \nRight track, wrong train, woah Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train Right track wrong train\nRight track wrong train \nOn the wrong train\nOn the right track\nWe don\'t know if she\'ll ever come back \nWhat train is this?\nSomething is happening so familiar to me\nIs this the Outer Limits like on TV?\nHave a cup of coffee, have a nice day, hey!\nRight track... ",1 +5812,Copeland___Sleep,sad, "Sleep Am I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nAm I alone?\nAm I staring into bright lights?\nHave I gone home? \nI must be dreaming that I\'m sitting here\nOn someone else\'s throne\nAm I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nWon\'t you let me know? \nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nAm I sleeping with my eyes wide?\nAm I alone?\nAm I following the lines on faces never shown? \nOh, I want to see your hairline and cheekbones\nYour red lips and cell phone\nWon\'t you let me know? \nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?\nWill I wake to find you waiting by my side?",1 +1160,Amy_Studt___Misfit,happy, "Misfit \nSo you think you got it all worked out\nYou got your hotpants on\nYou got your arse right out, you\nThink that you are something new and special\nAnd me and my drab-dress, we won\'t do at all\nI spent so long tryin\' to fit the prototype\nI kept slippin\' in the heels and I never got it right, oh\nWhat\'s the use? What\'s the point?\nYou\'ve got the wrong girl, oh\n \nSo you keep doing what you\'re doing down there\n\'Cause I\'ll be flying higher\nWaste your own time, I don\'t care\nAnything you can do, I can do better \n \nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut that\'s OK \n \nSo you got your little groups and gangs\nYou got your VIP, your member-only -things\nYour happy-clappys and your VC crew\nAnd if you get in their way, they got 10 on you\nAnd I don\'t wanna be in that game\nDon\'t wanna follow the leader, no way\nWhat\'s the use? What\'s the point?\nYou\'ve got the wrong girl\n \nSo you keep doing what you\'re doing down there\n\'Cause I\'ll be flying higher\nWaste your own time, I don\'t care\nAnything you can do, I can do better \n \nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit \n \nSo what we don\'t look the same?\nSo what we don\'t, so what we don\'t?\nSo what I don\'t play your game?\nSo what I don\'t, so what I don\'t?\nSo what if I don\'t? \n \nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nAll you girls\nYou look and flip your hair and wonder why I\'m still here, well\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit Misfit\nBut, baby, that\'s OK\nAll you girls\nWhen you look into the mirror, tell me how do you appear?\nWell you\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nYou\'re superficial, I\'m a misfit\nBut that\'s OK1 ",0 +3124,Billy_Idol___Rat_Race,anger, "Rat Race Wake me from my sleep\nA cautionary tale\nA walk in infancy\nA way to derail\nI wanted to be free\nAnd I wanted only you\nThe walls are falling down \nAnd somebody says\nAh give a little love\nGive a little love\nBut take your time\nChorus\nA private life\nC\'mon now\nI said livin\'\nGets to be\nJust like a rat race\nRat race\nC\'mon\nI\'m-a-read between the lines\nFierce struggler\nA natural one\nA tough job\nGets to be\nJust like a rat race\nRat race\nC\'mon\nI\'m locked up in myself \nCheck before rinsing\nCheck before we work\nChildproof the scene\nNo screams can be heard\nThe roof is caving in\nThe Space between our hearts\nThe walls are falling down\n And somebody says\nAh give a little love\nGive a little love\nTake your time \nSomebody sighs\nYes, a little love\nGive a little love\nBut take your time \nChorus\nIt\'s a rat, its a rat, its a rat race\nIt\'s a rat, it\'s a rat race\nIt\'s a rat, its a rat, its a rat race\nIt\'s a rat race \nAhh life\nLiving in a rat race\nC\'mon \nHmm, life\nAre you living in a rat race?\nC\'mon\nHere inside yourself \nChorus 2x\nI\'m a locked up in myself\nI\'m a locked up in myself ",3 +1187,Anastacia___Time,happy, "Time \nTime keeps runnin\' away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on movin\'\nOh, time, time \n \nThey say timing is everything\nBut nothing you control\n\'Cause there\'s always tomorrow\nBut tomorrow never knows\nIt\'s one day at a...\n \nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time, time \n \nAnd the journey of a lifetime\nWill begin with one step\nWhen you\'re climbing up that mountain\nIt\'s so easy to forget\nIt\'s one step at a... \n \nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nKeeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\n \nOh, time, oh\nCome on\nHah! Oh, I said now \n \nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nKeeps running away Time keeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nI said tomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nTime keeps running away\nNo matter what\'s left behind\nIt keeps on moving\nTomorrow is not in today\nAnd all of your yesterdays\nAre only a matter of time\nTime keeps running away, running away\nTime keeps running away\nTime ",0 +1341,Angie_Stone___Life_Goes_On,calm, "Life Goes On Intro\nOne for the road\nCheck it\nKind of natural, yeah \n \nLook at then and when you got caught up\nReminiscing 'bout the past\nDriving by on easy street\nThinking 'bout that we\'d be here to last a long while\nAnd real talks, every night and then an argument\nBut all in all we both knew\nIf nothing else, our love was heaven sent\n \nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on \n \nMy brother Petey would say\nIf you knew then like you know now\nWould you get down the way you get down\nWould you glorify, idolize\nFind the time, mystify 'bout life\nOh, why can\'t we be kinder\nJoy that\'s hard to find\nLord please give me a sign\nTo some of us here right now\nDon\'t think you\'d ride on this thin ice\nWithout going down\n\'Cause time is running out\nAnd will you be able to reach solid ground\nCan only sing the words\nIt\'s up to you to listen\nShow you the path to the garden\nYou got to follow me in \n \nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\nLife goes on\n \nHey boo, here\'s to thanking you\nFor all that we\'ve been through Life goes on\nIt taught me how to love myself and now\nYou, and you I give my blessing\nAnd I hope and I thank God yeah\nThat\'s true for me and my boo\nOh, Lord Life goes on2 ",2 +2235,Ayo___What_Is_Love,happy, "What Is Love? I love you is so easy to say\nBut so many times it doesn\'t mean a thing\n I love you could everything\nAs long as we don\'t know what love is\nI think love is not in what we say, love is in what we do\nAnd when we say we love we\'ve got something to prove \nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nI think love is nothing but the truth\nSomething inside of me, something inside of you\nLove is faith and loyalty\nLove is sharing, love is to believe\nI think that is what love could be\nAnd so much more \'cause love is deep, love is deep \nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love?\nWhat is love? \nI think love can be bold, love can be bear\nLove can make you happy and lova can make you sad\nLove can break your heart and love can hear your soul \nI think love can be bold, love can be bear\nLove can make you happy and lova can make you sad\nLove can break your heart and love can hear your soul \nLove can die and... love can roll ",0 +3860,Bon_Jovi___Bad_Medicine,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsBad Medicine \nYour love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain\'t no doctor that can cure my disease\nBad medicine \n \nI ain\'t got a fever got a permanent disease\nIt\'ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy\nI got lots of money but it isn\'t what I need\nGonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me\nAnd I got all the symptoms count them, one, two, three\n \nFirst you need That\'s what you get for falling in love\nThen you bleed You get a little but it\'s never enough\nOn your knees That\'s what you get for falling in love\nAnd now this boy\'s addicted cause your kiss is the drug \n \nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain\'t no doctor that can cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine \n \nI don\'t need no needle to be giving me a thrill\nAnd I don\'t need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill\nI got a dirty down addiction, it doesn\'t leave a track\nI\'ve got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back\nThere ain\'t no paramedic gonna save this heart attack \n \nWhen you need That\'s what you get for falling in love\nThen you bleed You get a little but it\'s never enough\nOn your knees That\'s what you get for falling in love\nNow this boy is addicted and your kiss is the drug\n \nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nSo let\'s play doctor, baby, cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine That\'s what I want\nBad, bad medicine That\'s what I need \n \nI need a respirator cause I\'m running out of breath\nYou\'re an all night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress\nWhen you find your medicine you take what you can get\n\'Cause if there\'s something better baby well they haven\'t found it yet \n \nOh-oh-oh, your love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nThere ain\'t no doctor that can cure my disease\nYour love, bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine\nYour love\'s the potion that can cure my disease\nBad, bad medicine is what I want\nBad, bad medicine I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta\n \nI gotta, I gotta\nI gotta do it again, wait a minute, wait a minute\nHold on\nI\'m not done\nOne more time\nWith feeling\nCome on\nHelp me out now \n \nYour love is like bad medicine\nBad medicine is what I need\nOh-oh-oh, shake it up just like bad medicine\nYou got the potion that can cure my disease\nYour love, bad medicine\nYour kiss is what I need\nYour love, bad medicine8 ",0 +7980,Elisa___Rock_Your_Soul,sad, "Rock Your Soul The more I think the less I see\nWhen I\'m able to walk I\'m queen of my world\nI let it rain on my skin\nI don\'t let myself down, I don\'t let myself down\nJust wanna be one with you, I wanna be one with you \nThe more I think the less I do\nWhen I\'m able to talk I\'m queen of my world\nI let it rain on my skin\nI don\'t ask myself why, I don\'t ask myself why\nI wanna be one with you, I wanna be one with you\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul \nI feel closer to the clouds\nI\'m touching all the highest leaves\nOn top of the trees my desire\'s release\nSo we let it rain…\nOn our skin you\'re holding my hand I\'m holding your life\n\'N feel like I\'m one with you, I\'m one with you \nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul \nI think I have to give you something more than words\nIs that something so I show you my dreams, to make 'em our dreams\nWon\'t you just be, for I\'m what you see \nAnd all I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nTogether with the sun, we shine all the way, together with the rain, we fall through the air…\n All I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul\nAll I want is to rock your soul \nTogether with the rain, and the sun, only with the rain, with the rain and the sun, with the sun, with the sun, with the sun... ",1 +1906,Asaf_Avidan__the_Mojos___Maybe_You_Are,happy, "Maybe You Are They met when he was in a hospital\nHe whispered I ain\'t got no heart into the room\nShe said I\'ll make you smile again and made an airplane\nOut of some pretty words put in a spoon\nHe said I\'ll never see again...\nMy eyes are sorta twisted inwards, deep into my throat \nShe said don\'t worry babe, I\'ll open up your jam\nI\'ll open up my pretty self and laid down on his road\nShe said how do you know? Maybe you are \nShe peeled his skin away, so every day he\'d cry\nAnd in those tears he\'d lie to find some peace \nShe broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury\nShe\'d come together later piece by piece \nAnd it became a game they played, under the blankets\nIn the bed, pretending she was small and he was big \nShe became so small, he could lift her, body and heart and all\nHe held her up naked, she was just his fig \nShe said how do you know? Maybe you are 3 ",0 +3069,Bill_Withers___Lean_On_Me,sad, "Lean on Me \nHmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm\nHmm hmm hmm hmm hmm \n \nSometimes in our lives, we all have pain\nWe all have sorrow\nBut if we are wise\nWe know that there\'s always tomorrow\n \nLean on me when you\'re not strong\nAnd I\'ll be your friend\nI\'ll help you carry on\nFor it won\'t be long\n\'Til I\'m gonna need\nSomebody to lean on\n \nPlease swallow your pride\nIf I have things you need to borrow\nFor no one can fill\nThose of your needs\nThat you won\'t let show \n \nYou just call on me, brother, when you need a hand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\nI just might have a problem that you\'ll understand\nWe all need somebody to lean on \n \nLean on me when you\'re not strong\nAnd I\'ll be your friend\nI\'ll help you carry on\nFor it won\'t be long\n\'Til I\'m gonna need\nSomebody to lean on\n \nYou just call on me, brother, when you need a hand\nWe all need somebody to lean on\nI just might have a problem that you\'ll understand\nWe all need somebody to lean on \n \nIf there is a load you have to bear\nThat you can\'t carry\nI\'m right up the road\nI\'ll share your load\nIf you just call me \n \nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me Call me, uhuh uhuh\nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me If you ever need a friend\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me If you need a friend\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me Call me\nCall me32 ",1 +7110,Diana_Ross___Im_Watching_You,happy, "I’m Watching You Hello baby, it\'s a long time\nI know you\'re here\nI feel you close to me\nSo much to say but\nMaking all the words\nI save them all inside\nThen I see you and they disappear\nLike leaves beneath the snow\nAnd life don\'t wait for everyone\nAnd yesterday, I let you go\nI\'m watching you tonight\nAnd I waited for so long\nI\'ve been living on your memory\nIn a world where we were one\nAnd you told me you could make it on your own \nI\'m watching you tonight\nAnd it\'s making me cry\nWhen I lost you, I lost everything\nBut our love should never die\nNot mine, my love is born to be your love\nOh baby\nTo make history near you\nBut the moment when I see me in your eyes\nYou\'re gone, you\'re gone \nYou can say goodbye if you want to\nI love you but I\'ll try to understand\nBut in my soul I know it\'s meant to be\nTogether you and me \nBut I know you came to fade away\nLike voices in the wind\nAnd I wonder if you feel my love\nIt\'s stronger than it\'s ever been\n I\'m watching you tonight\nAnd there\'s no other one\nAll the love we gave eternally\nNow it\'s dying in the sun\nNot mine, my love was born to be your love\nOh baby\nTo make history near you\nBut that moment when I see me in your eyes\nYou\'re gone, you\'re gone, you\'re gone ",0 +87,A_Perfect_Circle___Lullaby,sad, "Lullaby [Verse: Maynard James Keenan]\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep\nGo back to sleep \n \n ",1 +7484,Downhere___Little_Is_Much,calm, "Little Is Much What is the measure of a life well-lived\nIf all I can offer seems too small to give\nThis is a song for the weaker, the poorer\nAnd so-called failures \nLittle is much when God\'s in it\nAnd no one can fathom the plans He holds\nLittle is much when God\'s in it\nHe changes the world with the seeds we sow\nLittle is much, little is much\nWho feels tired and under-qualified\nWho feels deserted, and hung out to dry\nThis is a song for the broken, the beat-up\nAnd so-called losers \nConsider a Kingdom in the smallest seed\nConsider that giants fall to stones and slings\nConsider a child in a manger\nConsider the story isn\'t over\nWhat can be done with what you still have",2 +2683,Beirut___Postcards_From_Italy,sad, "Postcards from Italy \nThe times we had\nOh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow\nWere not all bad\nWe put our feet just where they had, had to go\nNever to go \n \nThe shattered soul\nFollowing close but nearly twice as slow\nIn my good times\nThere were always golden rocks to throw\nAt those who, those who admit defeat too late\nThose were our times, those were our times\n \nAnd I will love to see that day\nHer day is mine\nWhen she will marry me outside, with the willow trees\nAnd play the songs we made\nThey made me so\nAnd I would love to see that day\nHer day was mine 12 ",1 +6175,Cypress_Hill___Checkmate,anger, "Checkmate \nBout to mash these niggas man\nDon\'t come in my backyard motherfucker\nHahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!\nHa! Yeah \n \nHere we go y\'all, that\'s the nigga head dog\nLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\nGot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere you get it shit, and I\'mma grab it\nTurn around stares to your face and I jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\nCuttin niggas up like Muggs on the wheels\nFor reals, penetentiary steel\nPull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nFadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nBWOY, rudebwoy with me style\nI can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n \nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall \n \nLook look punk, every way you get shook\nTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nLights get tooken, taken you for Satan\nYou can\'t breathe, no need to look up and see me\nThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nFor the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together\nRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nOver the hills, through the city we come equipped\nTo the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nWhat I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game\'s tight\nTo the new shit I bring, never the same hype\nSo PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don\'t let off\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\nYou could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb\nThe outcome\'s specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can\'t tell\nWhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77 \nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall \nPeek-a-Boo, you fuck you! \n \nI\'mma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\nI\'mma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nAin\'t nobody came my way, talkin bout\nThe Westside of L.A., so whatever\nPunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nAnd elevate your frame, cause I want that\nBig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nWorth a lot of shit, but that\'s not the main factor \n \nMy nigga Sen\'s rollin again, remember when\nWe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time\'s been long\nStrong with the styles, you ain\'t hear to win\nLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up, hack niggas up\nJack niggas up, hangin the wack niggas up\nSnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch-ass niggas with all the gimmicks\n \nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool! Hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all\nCheckmate fool! Wherever the pawns fall \n \nCheckmate fool! ",3 +9165,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___White_Knuckles,anger, "White Knuckles \nOh, fuck it all! \n \nSick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding\nFuck it all... Tired of feeling sick to my stomach\nDemons inside command me\nThey\'re saying, Crush it, break it, smash it\nFucking kill \'em all! \nLaugh as it falls away\nI won\'t dodge another silver bullet\nJust to save a little face\n \nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions \n \nHow many people really care?\nHow many will be standing?\nI\'ll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb\nRescue the world from slavery\nI want to torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin\' stomp it out\nLaugh as it blows away\nI won\'t eat another rotten apple\nThough I\'ve grown to like the taste \n \nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions\nI want you to hurt, want you to bleed\nI want you to look beyond your own face\nPast your infections \n \nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nI\'m taking back control with my knuckles\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46 Smash it, burn it, break it, kill it\nFuck \'em all! \n \nI want you to know, I want you to see\nI want you to look beyond your own eyes\nPast your afflictions\nI want you to hurt, want you to bleed\nI want you to look beyond your own face\nPast your infections1 ",3 +4072,Bran_Van_3000___Drinking_In_LA,happy, "Drinking in L.A. \n{Sara Johnston} Hi my name is stereo Mike\n{radio announcer} Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert\nHappening this Monday night at the Pacific Coliseum. You can all call in\nIf you want to answer a couple of questions, mainly \'what is Todd\'s\nFavorite cheese?\' Ah, Jackie just called in and said it was a type of\nRoquefort, whatever that is. Give us a ring-a-ding-ding. It\'s a beautiful day\n{Steve \'Liquid\' Hawley} Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-dinging. I\nWant those free Bran Van tickets man. Where you at... Todd...\n \nI woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes\nWhen Mike came over with a script surprise\nA mafioso story with a twist\nA To Wong Fu-Julie Newmar Hitch\n Get your ass out of bed! he said I\'ll explain it on the way \n - singing\nBut we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day\nAnd I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nI got the fever for the flavour\nKnow the payback will be later\nStill I need a fix \n \nAnd the girls on the bus kept laughing at us\nAs we rode on the 10 down to Venice again\nBlaring out the g-funk sipping on juice and gin\nJust me and a friend feeling kind of groovy workin\' on a movie yeah\nRight \n - singing\nBut we did nothing, absolutely bupkis that day\nAnd I say, what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nWith my mind on my money and my money on my BEER!\nI know that life is for the taking\nSo I better wise up and take it quick one more time at Trader Vic\'s\n \nWhere some men there wanted to hurt us\nAnd other men said we weren\'t worth the fuss\nYou could catch \'em all bitching by the bar\nAbout the fine line between the rich and the poor\nThen Mike turned to me and said what you think we get done son? \n - singing\nWe found the conclusion and I guess that\'s something... right?\nSo I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?\nI got the fever for the nectar know the payback will be later\nStill I need a fix\nHell-A-L.A.! Hell hell-A.L.A REPEAT 3 times\nSo I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?1 ",0 +1184,Anastacia___Sick_and_Tired,happy, "Sick and Tired \nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line \n \nA little late for all the things you didn\'t say\nI\'m not sad for you\nBut I\'m sad for all the time I had to waste\n\'Cause I learned the truth\n \nYour heart is in a place I no longer wanna be\nI knew there\'d come a day I\'d set you free\n\'Cause I\'m sick and tired of always being sick and tired\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal \n \nYour love isn\'t fair\nYou live in a world where you didn\'t listen\nAnd you didn\'t care\nSo I\'m floating, I\'m floating on air \n \nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nI\'m on air\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal \n \nNo warning of such a sad song\nOf broken hearts\nMy dreams of fairytales and fantasies, o\nWere torn apart, oh-ooh\n \nI lost my peace of mind somewhere along the way\nI knew there come a time you\'d hear me say\nI\'m sick and tired of always being sick and tired\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal \n \nYour love isn\'t fair\nYou live in a world where you didn\'t listen\nAnd you didn\'t care\nSo I\'m floating, I\'m floating on air \n \nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nMy love is on the line, my love is on the line\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nDil Laa liya be-parwa de naal\nMy love is on the line\nMy love \n \nYour love isn\'t fair I said\nYou live in a world where you didn\'t listen\nAnd you didn\'t care\nSo I\'m floating, I\'m floating on air Oh, I\'m, I\'m on air\nYour love isn\'t fair Oh\nYou live in a world where you didn\'t listen\nAnd you didn\'t care\nSo I\'m floating I\'m floating, I\'m floating on air I\'m floating, I\'m floating on air3 ",0 +549,Air___Once_Upon_A_Time,calm, "Once Upon A Time No time before it\'s too soon\nNo time after it\'s too late\nTime\'s getting old, time\'s over now\nDon\'t try to be on time\nDon\'t try to run after time\nTime\'s getting on, time\'s over now \nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime\'s getting on, time\'s over now\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime\'s getting on, time\'s over now\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime\'s getting on, time\'s over now\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nI\'m a little boy, you\'re a little girl\nOnce upon a time\nTime\'s getting on, time\'s over now",2 +3206,Bishop_Allen___Rain,happy, "Rain Bed clothes, why am I in bed clothes?\nWatching out the window\nWatching what I don\'t know\nOn the fire escape now\nHands they start to shake now\nReady for the rail to break now\nAnd I\'m awake at last awake \nCursing, rattling and cursing\nGo ahead and do your worst then\nYour worst that I can take\nOh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOh let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day \nMorning, where am I this morning?\nNow its really pouring\nCrawling up this shore\nAnd I walk the neighborhood\nAnd umbrella does no good\nAnd I guess its in my blood\nCouldn\'t stop the flood \nDrowning, everything is drowning\nGo ahead and take the town\nThe town is yours to take \nOh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOh let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day \nCalling, calling, falling, falling\nGrab on my guitar\nAnd paddle with both my arms\nHeaded where the voices are\nI\'ll end up far so far away\n Oh let the rain fall down\nAnd wash this world away\nOr let the sky be grey\nCause if its ever gonna get any better\nIts gotta get worse for a day \nIts gotta get worse for a day\nIts gotta get worse for a day\nIts gotta get worse for a day\nI know\nIts gotta get worse for a day ",0 +8042,Elliott_Smith___Lets_Get_Lost,sad, "Let’s Get Lost I\'ve been outside\nInvited in\nBut I couldn\'t abide\nWent missing again\nBurning every bridge that I cross\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost \nI had true love\nI made it die\nI pushed her away\nShe said please stay\nBurning every bridge that I cross\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost\nTo find some beautiful place to get lost\nWell I don\'t know where I\'ll go now\nAnd I don\'t really care who follows me there\nBut I\'ll burn every bridge that I cross\nAnd find some beautiful place to get lost\nAnd find some beautiful place to get lost 1 ",1 +3406,Blackfield___1000_People,sad, "1000 People A thousand people yell\nShouting my name\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die \nAnd a thousand people smile\nSmiling at me\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die \nNo way to understand\nWhy I\'ve become the way I am\nWhen the sky is filled with stars\nI find a place inside my heart\nSome people can take a blow\nAnd won\'t ever drop\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die \nShe will tell me she loves me\nAnd she won\'t ever stop\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die \nThe coldness in my soul\nAnd I reach out for her to hold\nThen I watch her close her eyes\nIt\'s only me that needs to cry \nAnd if I stay with you\nDo you believe that I\'ll pull through? \nNo way to understand\nWhy I\'ve become the way I am\nWhen the sky is filled with stars\nI find a place inside my heart \nThen I watch her close her eyes\nIt\'s only me that needs to cry\n A thousand people yell\nShouting my name\nBut I wanna die in this moment\nI wanna die ",1 +4736,Camera_Obscura___Eighties_Fan,sad, "Eighties Fan \nYou know, it really won\'t surprise me\nIf you\'re a wreck by the age of fourteen\nThe way you look, the way you look is fine\nSo often color-coordinated\nYour sister, she\'s an eighties fan\nThat\'s all right, have I told you? So is mine \n \nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\n \nDrinking vodka around the fire\nYour mother has a watchful eye\nSo look out, kid, she\'s onto you this time\nRun away to a bed and breakfast\nConsole yourself with the Reader\'s Digest\nRinging the Yellow Pages all alone \n \nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\nNo, they never do \n \nYou say your life will be the death of you\nTell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?\nAnd long for all of them to fall in love with you\nBut they never do\nNo, they never do \n \nI\'m gonna tell you something good about yourself\nI\'ll say it now and I\'ll never say it about no one else\nI\'m gonna tell you something good about yourself\nI\'ll say it now and I\'ll never say it about no one else\nAbout no one else",1 +4660,Cake___Jesus_Wrote_a_Blank_Check,happy, "Jesus Wrote a Blank Check Jesus wrote a blank check\nOne I haven\'t cashed quite yet\nI hope I got a little more time\nI hope it\'s not the end of the line\nYeah, Jesus wrote a blank check\nAh, one I haven\'t cashed yet, all right\nWell, if I had to choose a number\nI\'d want it to be number one\nI don\'t want to be number two\nYeah, I don\'t want to be number four\nYeah, but I can hear a knock on the door\nJesus wrote a blank check, all right\nIf Jesus saw me dying\nWould angels come a-flying down?\nI hope I got a little more time\nI hope somebody lends me a dime\nNow, Jesus wrote a blank check\nAh, one I haven\'t cashed yet, uh-huh \nStill I build my towers high\nI watch them pierce the blue, blue sky\nStill I wallow in the mire\nStill I burn this earthen fire \nStill I build my towers high\nI watch them pierce the blue, blue sky\nStill I wallow in the mire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire \nAh, still I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire\nStill I burn this earthen fire",0 +2726,Belle__Sebastian___Your_Secrets,happy, "Your Secrets To step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI\'ll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now for us to keep our secret \nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll you ever do is run and hide\nYou can keep it inside\nYou could tell me all your secrets\nAll I have to do is let it ride\nI can keep it inside\nBut if it\'s as it seems, and I keep having dreams\nAbout the two of us, then it\'s obvious\nYou should stop treating me like I was just a child\nYou should start treating me like I was just as wild as you\nTo step out of your cradle is like coming down\nI just had somebody tell me I was introspective to a fault\nI\'ll be a doozer if I can\nBut I will contented be right now if for us keep our secret \nWe could be a little closer\nThe mystery you\'re trying to preserve\nYou don\'t need in reserve\nWe should be a little closer\nIntimacy has the greater charm\nAnd it would do no harm\nTo give a little way, oh please stop holding sway\nYou could even read me your poetry\nIf you could stop treating me like I was just a child\nStart treating me like I was just as wild as you\nStop treating me like I was just a childSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0 +8022,Ellie_Goulding___Guns_And_Horses,happy, "Guns and Horses \nYou\'re so quiet\nBut it doesn\'t faze me\nYou\'re on time\nYou move so fast, makes me feel lazy\nLet\'s join forces\nWe\'ve got our guns and horses\nI know you\'ve been burned\nBut every fire is a lesson learned \n \nI left my house, left my clothes\nDoor wide open, heaven knows\nYou\'re so worth it, you are\n \nBut I wish I could feel it all for you\nI wish I could be it all for you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you\'d feel the same\nI\'d do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would \n \nLet\'s type words\n\'Cause they amount to nothing\nPlay it down\nPretend you can\'t take what you\'ve found\nBut you found me\nOn a screen you sit at permanently \n \nI left my house, left my clothes\nDoor wide open, heaven knows\nYou\'re so worth it, you are \n \nBut I wish I could feel it all for you\nI wish I could be it all for you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you\'d feel the same\nI\'d do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would\n \nIt\'s time to come clean\nAnd make sense of everything\nIt\'s time that we found out who we are\n\'Cause when I\'m standing here in the dark\nI see your face in every star \n \nBut I wish I could feel it all for you For you\nI wish I could be it all for you For you\nIf I could erase the pain\nThen maybe you\'d feel the same\nI\'d do it all for you\nI would, I would, I would, I would \n \nI\'d do it all for you, I\'d do it all for you\nI\'d do it all for you, I\'d do it all for you\nI\'d do it all for you, I\'d do it all for you\nI\'d do it all for you, I\'d do it all for you5 ",0 +4264,Bright_Eyes___Neely_OHara,sad, "Neely O’Hara \nIn the morning\nWhen you throw up water\nAnd your skin turns a pale pale yellow\nWell everyday you lose more color\nDo you think that someone paints your mirror?\nDo you think that someone paints your mirror? \nAnd you think that things sound different\nAt the time when you speak\nWell there are visions much clearer\nThan these blurs that you see\n \nAnd like Neely O\'hara\nYou swallow your sleep\nAnd wake up in the morning\nTo find out you are not who you used to be \n \nYou don\'t recognize the behavior\nOr the spelling of your name\nAnd the shape that is in the mirror\nWell you\'d swear it is not the same \n \nAnd like Neely O\'hara\nYou swallow your sleep\nAnd you really can\'t remember\nBut you know you are not\nThink you are not\nNo you are not who you used to be 2 ",1 +5688,Coldplay___Strawberry_Swing,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +3779,Bob_Dylan___Youre_Gonna_Make_Me_Lonesome_When_You_Go,sad, "You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go \nI’ve seen love go by my door\nIt’s never been this close before\nNever been so easy or so slow\nI\'ve been shooting in the dark too long\nWhen something’s not right, it’s wrong\nYou\'re gonna make me lonesome when you go \n \nDragon clouds so high above\nI’ve only known careless love\nIt always just hit me from below\nBut this time 'round it’s more correct\nRight on target, so direct\nYou\'re gonna make me lonesome when you go\n \nPurple clover, Queen Anne\'s lace\nCrimson hair across your face\nYou could make me cry, if you don’t know\nCan’t remember what I was thinking of\nYou might be spoilin’ me too much love\nYou\'re gonna make me lonesome when you go \n \nFlowers on the hillside blooming crazy\nCrickets talking back and forth in rhyme\nBlue river running slow and lazy\nI could stay with you forever and never realize the time \n \nSituations have ended sad\nRelationships have all been bad\nMine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud\nBut there’s no way I can compare\nAll them scenes to this affair\nYou\'re gonna make me lonesome when you go \n \nYou\'re gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’\nStaying far behind without you\nYou\'re gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’\nYou\'re gonna make me give myself a good talking-to\n \nI’ll look for you in old Honolulu\nSan Francisco or Ashtabula\nYou\'re gonna have to leave me now, I know\nBut I’ll see you in the sky above\nIn the tall grass, in the ones I love\nYou\'re gonna make me lonesome when you go7 ",1 +767,Alice_In_Videoland___Emily,happy, "Emily The only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can\'t stand her any more than she can stand me \nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself \nGirls like her grow old alone\nWorking at some bar some uncle used to own\nShe always takes the early shift\nThat\'s to make it home in time to feed her cats\nShe\'s a real bad mother\nShe\'s a devil, don\'t be fooled\nEvery word she ever spoke was cruel 2x \nThe only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can\'t stand her any more than she can stand me \nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself \nThe only thing to say would be\nTake that bitch away from me\nI can\'t stand her any more than she can stand me \nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself \nAll she does is a part of her act\nIf you turn around she\'ll stab you in the back\nShe leads you on and lies into your face\nBut I can see right through her a million miles away\n She\'s a real bad mother\nShe\'s a devil in disguise\nA real bad mother\nShe\'s a devil in disguise \nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nShe can stand me \nShe wanted to be just like you and me\nShe wanted to be anyone but Emily\nShe wanted to be loved by someone else\nBut she hates us like she hates herself ",0 +4404,Brooks__Dunn___Brand_New_Man,happy, "Brand New Man \nI saw the light I\'ve been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man \n \nWell, the whole town\'s talkin\', 'bout the line I\'m walkin\'\nThat leads right to your door\nOh, how I used to roam\nI was a rolling stone\n \nI used to have a wild side, they say a country-mile-wide\nI\'d burn those beer joints down\nThat\'s all changed now\nYou turned my life around \n \nOh, I saw the light I\'ve been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man \n \nI used to love 'em and leave 'em, oh, I\'d brag about my freedom\nHow no one could tie me down\nThen I met you\nNow my heart beats true \n \nBaby you and me together, feels more like forever\nThan anything I\'ve ever known\nWe\'re right on track\nI ain\'t looking back \n \nYeah, I saw the light I\'ve been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man\nSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107 \n \nOh, I saw the light I\'ve been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man \n \nYeah, I saw the light I\'ve been baptized\nBy the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes\nI\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man \n \nYeah, I\'m born to love again\nI\'m a brand new man1 ",0 +7225,Dinosaur_Jr___Friends,happy, "Friends \nI need a hand, I need a hand\nCan you understand, I got no plan\nLooking for a new brochure\nJust staring in the sand \n \nIn my defense, in my defense\nI feel intense, it all makes no sense\nI\'m the one who runs in circles\nTell me how it went\n \nI wanted you to make it slow\nI wanna have a hand to hold\nNow it\'s stuck in my throat\nWishing that I\'d blow \n \nI try and try and get nowhere\nI can\'t avoid and I can\'t stare\nIt\'s not my only thought\nBut I can\'t give it up \n \nI\'ve been away, I\'ve been away\nI\'d like to stay but can\'t get it straight\nI saw you running sideways\nSo I hope it\'s not to late \n\n \nI wanted you to bring me there\nDrop me off, you know I\'m scared\nNot sure what I can bring\nOr if it means a thing \n \nI wondered what I couldn\'t think\nI was feeling my heart sink\nBut couldn\'t shake it off\nMind was going soft\n \nIf you\'re here, if you\'re here\nAnd I cruise in fear then disappear\nEven if you don\'t see me\nI promise I\'ll be near \n \nI wanted you to lose control\nI wanted you to hear my soul\nAnd jumble things I\'ve strained\nAnd my goal wasn\'t reigned \n \nI broke it up to have some space\nBut nothing\'s falling into place\nBut I can\'t get upset\n\'Cause I can\'t get it yet ",0 +3729,Blutengel___Senseless_Life,sad, "Sensless Life Remastered \nYour heart is full of emotion\nYou can get your life through\nAll your sins come back to your mind\nAnd you feel oppressed violence\nYou can\'t find no way out\nOf this misery inside\nAnd you realize this night\nYou can\'t go back \n \nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n\'Cause you can\'t stand this endless pain\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n\'Cause you can\'t stand this endless pain\n \nYou\'re lying in your bed alone\nAnd you think of what you have done\nBut you\'re still running from your past\nWhile you hold the light in your hand\nThe black god speaks in your flesh\nBlood runs out of your heart\nAnd you realize this night\nYou will never ever come back \n \n \nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n\'Cause you can\'t stand this endless pain\nYour life seems senseless, all your dreams are gone\nSo you are thinking of giving up\nYou want to leave this poisoned world\n\'Cause you can\'t stand this endless pain",1 +4681,Cake___You_Part_the_Waters,happy, "You Part the Waters You part the waters\nThe same ones that I\'m drowning in\nYou lead your casual slaughters\nAnd I\'m the one who helps you win \nYou\'ve got your grand piano\nYou don\'t even play piano\nI\'m the one who plays piano\nYou don\'t even play piano \nYou part the waters\nThe same ones that I\'m thirsty for\nYou invite your friends to tea\nBut when it\'s me you lock the door\nYou\'ve got your credit cards\nAnd you thank your lucky stars\nBut don\'t forget the ones who foot the bill\nYou\'ve got your grand piano\nAnd you don\'t even play piano\nI\'m the one who plays piano\nYou don\'t even play piano\nBut you part the waters",0 +8073,Elliott_Smith___Easy_Way_Out,sad, "Easy Way Out \nYou’ll take advantage ’til you think you’re being used\nCause without an enemy your anger gets confused\nAnd I got stuck on a side you know I never chose\nBut it’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose \n \nThere’s no escape for you, except in someone else\nAlthough you’ve already disappeared within yourself\nThe invisible man, who’s always changing clothes\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose\n \nWhile I watch you making mistakes\nI wish you luck, I really do\nWith the problem, with the puzzle\nWhatever’s left of you \n \nI heard you found another audience to bore\nA creative thinker who imagined you were more\nA new body for you to push around and pose\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose\nIt’s all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose 2 ",1 +6459,Darkseed___Walk_in_me,sad, "Walk In Me My loveless eyes, they look on You\nThey break the crystal seas so blue\nA smile for which my feelings sigh\nThis pain could teach me how to cry \nYour heart once passed so desolate\nMust fly at least from ease to hate\nSo many summer flowers there\nSo many shadows love could share \nLove\'s image upon earth without it\'s wings\nI feel releaved when sorrow flows...\nMy days so few have passed away\nDark tree, still sad...\nGrasped in the holy land\nSo beautyful shy-dark eyes\nLast eve in beauty\'s circle\nLeft Your scattered shafts of light \nSleep at noon with branches overgrown\nI can\'t enliven dying men\n\'cause God takes back his gift\nBeat the twilight into flakes of fire\nGlow with the glow that slowly crimsoned all \n through all my memory I found a way\nI walked in thoughts, today they walk in me ",1 +58,A_Fine_Frenzy___Elements,sad, "Elements You show up like a hurricane\nAll hungry-eyed and weather-stained\nThe clock forgets to tick and I the same\nI died the day you disappeared\nSo why would you be welcome here\nRide the wind that brought you back away\nNo you can\'t come in\nNo you can\'t come in \nI cannot stop my rebel hands\nFrom pulling out the pots and pans\nI left you in the cold until you shook\nYou\'re gentle now but I recall\nBoth tender fire and bitter squall\nA history so deep it hurts to look\nNo you can\'t come in\nNo you can\'t come in\nNo you can\'t, you can\'t come in \nIf the sea should swallow up my house\nI will turn the rooftop inside out\nAnd the wind will be wailing\nBut I will be sailing faster\nOh the elements I do not fear\nBut I fall apart when you appear\nCause you are the greatest\nThe greatest disaster \nIf the sea should swallow up my house\nI will turn the rooftop inside out\nAnd the wind will be wailing\nBut I will be sailing faster",1 +7782,Edyta_Gorniak___Soul_Boy,calm, "Soul Boy Won\'t you be my soul boy\nWon\'t you be my soul\nThere\'s been no one like you\nTrusted and true \nI just wanna be loved by you\nJust wanna be loved by you\nLike a soul boy \nWon\'t you be my soul boy\nAnd take me as I am\nI had enough of bad dreams\nAnd one night stands, baby\nI just wanna be loved by you\nI want to be really loved by you\nLike a soul boy \nTake me as I am boy, hold me while you can\nThere\'s not a woman in the world\nLovin\' you better than I do\nTake me as I am\nBe like a soul boy \nI don\'t wanna be with no one else\nI don;t wanna kiss no one else\nI want you to be ma soul boy \nNo more fighting and no more leaving\nIt ain\'t exciting and I quit believing\nThat you\'re my soul boy, soul boy, soul boy",2 +3989,Box_Car_Racer___I_Feel_So,sad, "I Feel So \nSometimes, I wish I was brave\nI wish I was stronger, I wish I could feel no pain\nI wish I was young, I wish I was shy\nI wish I was honest, I wish I was you, not I \n \n\'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet\'s start over, let\'s start over\n \nSometimes, I wish I was smart\nI wish I made cures for how people are\nI wish I had power, I wish I could lead\nI wish I could change the world for you and me \n \n\'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet\'s start over, let\'s start over \n \n\'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet\'s start over, let\'s start over \n\'Cause I feel so mad, I feel so angry\nI feel so calloused, so lost, confused, again\nI feel so cheap, so used, unfaithful\nLet\'s start over, let\'s start over \n \nLet\'s start over 4 ",1 +1557,AntiFlag___Got_The_Numbers,happy, "Got the Numbers You push and push a people, what are they to do?\nSoon this corporate-run government will be through\nSee, it doesn\'t represent the people anymore\nBig business are the pimps and governments\' their whores \nWe don\'t need more time to talk over a solution\nWe know what we need, we need a fucking revolution \nWe don\'t need your war machine\nOr your filthy blood stained dollars\nWe’ve got one thing you ain’t got\nWe’ve got, we\'ve got, we\'ve got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers \nTo you the masses are not even human beings\nWe’re dogs that will be grateful for any scraps you leave\nBut even dogs will only put up with so much abuse\nKeep stealing from us like you are we\'re gonna let loose \nWe don\'t need more time to talk over a solution\nWe know what we need, we need a fucking revolution \nWe don\'t need your war machine\nOr your filthy blood stained dollars\nWe’ve got one thing you ain’t got\nWe’ve got, we\'ve got, we\'ve got the numbers \nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers\nGot the numbers, got the numbers",0 +9360,Foo_Fighters___The_Pretender,happy, "The Pretender \nKeep you in the dark, you know they all pretend\nKeep you in the dark and so it all began \n \nSend in your skeletons\nSing as their bones go marching in again\nThe need you buried deep\nThe secrets that you keep are at the ready\nAre you ready?\nI\'m finished making sense\nDone pleading ignorance, that whole defense\nSpinning infinity, boy\nThe wheel is spinning me, it\'s never ending, never ending\nSame old story\n \nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say that I\'ll never surrender? \n \nIn time or so I\'m told\nI\'m just another soul for sale, oh well\nThe page is out of print\nWe are not permanent, we\'re temporary, temporary\nSame old story \n \nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\n \nI\'m the voice inside your head\nYou refuse to hear\nI\'m the face that you have to face\nMirroring your stare\nI\'m what\'s left, I\'m what\'s right\nI\'m the enemy\nI\'m the hand that\'ll take you down\nBring you to your knees\nSo who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nKeep you in the dark, you know they all pretend \n \nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others?\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays?\nYou\'re the pretender\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\n \nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others? Keep you in the dark\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays? You know they all\nYou\'re the pretender Pretend\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nWhat if I say I\'m not like the others? Keep you in the dark\nWhat if I say I\'m not just another one of your plays? You know they all\nYou\'re the pretender Pretend\nWhat if I say I will never surrender?\nSo who are you?\nYeah, who are you?\nYeah, who are you?61 ",0 +2305,BT___Dreaming,happy, "Dreaming \nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming \n \nWalk with me\nThe future\'s at hand\nHere with us\nHere where we stand\nWe both know the power of pain\nWe get back up and start it again\nWith new hope, no place for tears\nLeave behind those frozen years\nCome with me and we\'ll go dreaming\n \nWe don\'t know how it can be\nSearching out dignity\nNothing can be as savage as love\nOne taste is never enough\nWith new hope, no place for tears\nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream \n \nDreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go \n \nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming \nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream \nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming\n \nDreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nWe\'ll go\nCatch my hand and come with me\nClose your eyes and dream \n \nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo words, no talk\nWe\'ll go dreaming\nNo pain, no hurt\nWe\'ll go dreaming ",0 +2567,Beach_House___Heart_of_Chambers,anger, "Heart of Chambers \nIn your heart of chambers\nWhere you sit\nWith your picture books\nAnd your ancient wit\nIn that nook I found you\nSo old and tired\nWould you be the one to carry me? \n \nI\'d like to be someone\nYou could finally learn to love again\n \nMade our iron bed side\nCold as graves\nSo we stoke the organs\nThat make up the grace\nAnd they\'ve conjured spirits\nTo make you smile\nWould you be my long time baby? \n \nI\'d like to be someone\nYou could finally learn to... \n \nWe\'ve put our walls down at our sides\nLet\'s take the time to mend these smiles\nTogether we could make it home\nLove is a prize\nLive our own lives \n \nIn our beds, we\'re the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun\nIn our beds, we\'re the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun\nIn our beds, we\'re the lucky ones\nFill us with the sun 4 ",3 +7583,Duffy___Mercy,happy, "Mercy \nHit the beat and take it to the verse now\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah \n \nI love you\nBut I gotta stay true\nMy moral\'s got me on my knees\nI\'m begging, please\nStop playing games\n \nI don\'t know what this is, but you got me good\nJust like you knew you would\nI don\'t know what you do, but you do it well\nI\'m under your spell \n \nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nI said release me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah \n \nNow you think that I\nWill be something on the side\nBut you got to understand that I need a man\nWho can take my hands, yes, I do \n \nI don\'t know what this is, but you got me good\nJust like you knew you would\nI don\'t know what you do, but you do it well\nI\'m under your spell \n \nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nI said you\'d better release me Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, break it down\n \nI\'m begging you for mercy\nYou look at me and think we\'re the same kind\n\'Cause you don\'t know what I got and\nJust why won\'t you release me?\nI\'m gonna get more than I\'m asking for\nBut I just don\'t want to waste my time\nI\'m begging you for mercy\nYou know that I\'ll be the other girl\nJust like there\'s nothing in this world\nYou got me begging\nI know that I\'m gonna get me some\nI just don\'t know where to get it from\nYou got me begging\nYou got me begging \n \nMercy, why won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI\'m begging you for mercy Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy won\'t you release me? Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou got me begging you for mercy, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI\'m begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI\'m begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI\'m begging you for mercy Mercy, mercy, show me some mercy\nI\'m begging you for mercy Show me some mercy, show me some mercy\nWhy won\'t you release me?\nYeah, yeah, break it down\nMercy, show me some mercy\nYou got me begging\nBegging you for mercy\nYou got me begging\nDown on my knees, I beg\nYou got me begging\nBegging you for mercy\nYou got me begging2 ",0 +3431,Blackmores_Night___25_Years,happy, "25 Years 25 years since I woke up trembling\n25 years since that terrible dream\nI could see that the world was crumbling\nNothing is ever as it seems\nTried to run but my feet were frozen\nTried to scream but there was no sound\nIn my head voices echoing\n Girl, you should know better by now \nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday\nAnd you tried so hard to save me\nHow do you save someone from themselves?\nAll those years, wasted wishes\nDrowning in the wishing well \nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday \n25 years since I woke up trembling\n25 years since that terrible dream\nI could see that the world was crumbling\nNothing is ever as it seems \nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday \nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday \nLong ago, far away\nIn the midst of yesterday 1 ",0 +2341,Backstreet_Boys___I_Still,happy, "I Still... \nWho are you now?\nAre you still the same or\nDid you change somehow?\nWhat do you do at this very moment\nWhen I think of you\nAnd when I\'m looking back\nHow we were young and stupid\nDo you remember that? \n \nNo matter how I fight it, can\'t deny it\nJust can\'t let you go\n \nI still need you, I still care about you\nThough everything\'s been said and done\nI still feel you like I\'m right beside you\nBut still no word from you \n[Verse 2: AJ, Howie with AJ, Howie]\nNow look at me\nInstead of moving on I refuse to see\nThat I keep coming back\nYeah, I\'m stuck in a moment\nThat wasn\'t meant to last to last! \n[Pre-Chorus 2: Nick with AJ & Howie]\nI try to fight it, can\'t deny it\nYou don\'t even know \n \nThat I still need you, I still care about you\nThough everything\'s been said and done\nI still feel feel you like I\'m right beside you\nBut still no word from you no, no! \n[Bridge: Kevin with AJ, Kevin & All]\nI wish I could find you\nJust like you found me\nThen I would never let you go, oh-oh-oh!\nMe go, I care about you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, Nick & Brian]\nThough everything\'s been said and done yeah!\nI still feel you I still feel ya\nLike I\'m right beside you like I\'m right here beside you\nBut still no still no word word from you3 ",0 +9250,Florence__The_Machine___Kiss_With_A_Fist,happy, "TranslationsPortuguêsKiss with a Fist \nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed \n \nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed\n \nMy black eye casts no shadow\nYour red eye sees no blame\nYour slaps don\'t stick\nYour kicks don\'t hit\nSo we remain the same \n \nBlood sticks, sweat drips\nBreak the lock if it don\'t fit\nA kick in the teeth is good for some\nA kiss with a fist is better than none\nWhoa, a kiss with a fist is better than none \n \nBroke your jaw once before\nI spilled your blood upon the floor\nYou broke my leg in return\nSo let\'s sit back and watch the bed burn \n \nBlood sticks, sweat drips\nBreak the lock if it don\'t fit\nA kick in the teeth is good for some\nA kiss with a fist is better than none\nWhoa, a kiss with a fist is better than none\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58 \nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed \n \nYou hit me once\nI hit you back\nYou gave a kick\nI gave a slap\nYou smashed a plate\nOver my head\nThen I set fire to our bed12 ",0 +8695,Everything_But_The_Girl___No_Difference,sad, "No Difference \nYou watch the phone like it was the TV\nIf you\'re all alone, well whose fault can that be?\nYour keys, your bag, the car\nThey\'re where they always are \n \nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me oh come on, come on \nAnd you don\'t make, you don\'t make no difference to me, hey hey\n \nYou look at me, say what you talking about? \nWell me, I\'m going out, with or without\nI know I don\'t get far and we\'re where we always are \n \nBut the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me oh come on, come on \nAnd you don\'t make, you don\'t no difference to me, hey hey\nYou don\'t make no difference to me, hey\nYou don\'t make no difference to me, hey hey \n \nSo you fix a drink, cause its time to drown\nAnd the clock speeds up and then it slows right down\nThe life that we have missed, I think it still exists\nHow can you resist? \n \nAnd the light goes down and all the streetlights shine\nAnd they call to me, you\'ll be dead a long time \nAnd it makes, it makes a difference to me \n \nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me, oh come on, come on \nYou can make, you can make a difference to me\nCome on, make a difference to me, hey hey\nCome on, make a difference to me\n \nSo you fix a drink, cause its time to drown\nAnd the clock speeds up and then it slows right down\nThe life that we have missed, I think it still exists\nHow can you resist? \n \nAnd the light goes down and all the streetlights shine\nAnd they call to me, you\'ll be dead a long time \nAnd it makes, it makes a difference to me, hey \n \nAnd the light goes down and all the lights come on\nAnd they call to me, oh come on, come on \nYou can make, you can make a difference to me, hey hey \n \nCome on, make a difference to me, hey hey\nCome on, make a difference to me, hey hey ",1 +7137,Dido___Dont_Leave_Home,happy, "Don’t Leave Home \nLike a ghost don\'t need a key\nYour best friend I\'ve come to be\nPlease don\'t think of getting up for me\nYou don\'t even need to speak\nWhen I\'ve been here for just one day\nYou\'ll already miss me if I go away\nSo close the blinds and shut the door\nYou won\'t need other friends anymore\n \nOh, don\'t leave home\nOh, don\'t leave home \n \nAnd if you\'re cold, I\'ll keep you warm\nIf you\'re low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nOh, don\'t leave home \n \nAnd I arrived when you were weak\nI\'ll make you weaker, like a child\nNow all your love you give to me\nWhen your heart is all I need \n \nOh, don\'t leave home\nOh, don\'t leave home \n \nAnd if you\'re cold, I\'ll keep you warm\nIf you\'re low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nOh, don\'t leave home\n \nOh how quiet, quiet the world can be\nWhen it\'s just you and little me\nEverything is clear, everything is new\nSo you won\'t be leaving, will you? \n \nAnd if you\'re cold, I\'ll keep you warm\nIf you\'re low, just hold on\nCause I will be your safety\nAnd I will be your safety\nAnd I will be your safety\nOh, don\'t leave home2 ",0 +832,Alishas_Attic___Stone_In_My_Shoe,sad, "Stone In My Shoe Lost in an adventure i be\nAre you the man that i love or the man with a gun sitting next to me\nThe big bad world had me acting crazy\nSo i called the lifeboat man\nAll you need are your fears and a few thousand tears\nIt\'s a rescue plan \nI sneezed another brave idea\nI wanna come look for you\nAnd it\'ll be wonderful if i ever get there\nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe?\nMaking it harder to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe\nAnd if i fly lift your eyes as my paper boat sails away\nCould it be too late or is our fate?\nAnother stone in my shoe \nAnother stone in my shoe\nIn my shoEE!! \nTell me is that bomb your friend?\nDo you lived in a three cornered house\nHoping that all the pain will end?\nOne day you\'re irresistible then you tell me\nThat there is no lifeboat man\nTell me that i better be off now\nBabe it\'s a rescue plan......... \nI sneezed another bright idea\nI wanna come look for you\nAnd it\'ll be wonderful\nIf i ever get there \nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe\nMaking it harcer to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe\nAnd if i fly lift your eyes as my paper boat sails away\nCould it be too late or is our fate?\nJust another stone in my shoe\n I see you peeping through the clouds\nYour smile is beckoning me\nSo far to go\nVoices say LOUD!!! \nBut if i fall will there be another stone in my shoe?\nMaking it harder to come back to you\nAnother stone in my shoe!! ",1 +2330,Backstreet_Boys___Climbing_The_Walls,happy, "Climbing The Walls \nClose your eyes, make a wish\nThis could last forever\nIf only you could stay with me now\nSo tell me what it is\nThat keeps us from each other now\nYeah, it\'s coming to get me\nYou\'re under my skin \n \nNo, I can\'t let you go\nYou\'re apart of me now\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nAnd I don\'t wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan\'t stay forever like this\nNow I\'m climbing the walls\n\'Cause I miss you\n[Verse 2: Brian with AJ, AJ]\nTake my hand, take my life\nJust don\'t take forever\nAnd let me feel your pain kept inside\nOh-yeah There\'s gotta be a way\nFor you and I together now\nYeah-yeah, it\'s coming to get me\nYou\'re under my skin \n \nNo, I can\'t let you go\nYou\'re apart of me now\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nAnd I don\'t wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan\'t stay forever like this\nNow I\'m climbing the walls\n\'Cause I miss you \n[Bridge: Howie with Kevin & AJ]\nIt\'s an illusion\nHow can I feel this way\nIf I can\'t have you?\nIt\'s an illusion\nNothing is real this way\nIf I can\'t have you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: All, AJ, Nick, AJ & Nick]\nNo, I can\'t let you go\nYou\'re apart of me now now!\nCaught by the taste of your kiss\nI don\'t wanna know!\nAnd I don\'t wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan\'t stay forever like this\nI\'m climbing the walls\nNow I\'m climbing the walls\n\'Cause I miss you, ooh-ooh! \n[Outro: All, Brian & AJ, AJ]\nI can\'t let you go now!\nAnd I don\'t wanna know\nThe reason why I\nCan\'t stay forever like this no!\nNow I\'m climbing the walls\n\'Cause I miss I miss you ",0 +9155,Fish___Cliche,happy, "Cliché I\'ve got a reputation, of being a man with a gift of words\nRomantic poetic type or so they say\nBut I find it hard to express the way I feel about you\nWithout getting involved in the old clichés \nIn the old clichés \nIt\'s an old cliché \nThis song\'s begun so many times but never in a way\nThat you won\'t consider to be an old cliché\nI want to say that I need you, I miss you when you\'re away\nAnd how it seemed like fate - oh here we go - the same old clichés\nIt\'s the same old clichés \nIt\'s not that I\'m embarrassed or shy, well you know me too well\nBut I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell\nThat it\'s solely for you, and for nobody else\nFor my best friend, my lover, when I need help - cliché \nCliché \nEverything I want to say to you\nIs wrapped up in an old cliché \nI\'d waited so long to find you\nI\'d been through the heartbreak and pain\nBut of course you already know that 'cause you\'ve been through the same \nThat\'s why I\'m trying to say with my deepest sincerity\nThat\'s why I\'m finding it comes down to basic simplicities\nThe best way, is with an old cliché\nIt\'s simply the best way, is with an old cliché\nAlways the best way, is with an old cliché\nI\'ll leave it to the best way, it\'s an old cliché \nI love you \nIt\'s not that I\'m embarrassed or shy, well you know me too well\nBut I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell\nThat it\'s solely for you, and for nobody else\nFor my best friend, my lover, when I need help\n Simply the best way, is with an old cliché\nAlways the best way, is with an old cliché\nSimply the best way, it\'s an old cliché\nSimply the best way, it\'s an old cliché ",0 +5682,Coldplay___What_If,sad, "What If \nWhat if there was no light?\nNothing wrong, nothing right?\nWhat if there was no time?\nAnd no reason or rhyme?\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don\'t want me there by your side?\nThat you don\'t want me there in your life? \n \nWhat if I got it wrong?\nAnd no poem or song\nCould put right what I got wrong\nOr make you feel I belong?\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don\'t want me there by your side?\nThat you don\'t want me there in your life?\n \nOooooh, that\'s right\nLet\'s take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that\'s right\nHow can you know it if you don\'t even try?\nOooooh, that\'s right \n \nEvery step that you take\nCould be your biggest mistake\nIt could bend or it could break\nBut that\'s the risk that you take\nWhat if you should decide\nThat you don\'t want me there in your life?\nThat you don\'t want me there by your side? \n \nOooooh, that\'s right\nLet\'s take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that\'s right\nHow can you know it when you don\'t even try?\nOooooh, that\'s right \n \nOh, oooooh, that\'s right\nLet\'s take a breath, jump over the side\nOooooh, that\'s right\nYou know that darkness always turns into light\nOooooh, that\'s rightSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95 21 ",1 +306,Ace_of_Base___Ravine,sad, "Ravine \nHave you heard\nHave you heard\n\'Bout this girl who was ripped up by her roots?\nWanna know what she learned?\nLike humility - you win when you lose\nI have learned\nI have learned\nThe most horrifying nights have ends\nI was hurt\nI was lost\nIn the dark, I found the way to a friend\n \nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy\'ll never be denied\n\'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near \n \nWas a flower\nSo frail\nAnd I let the trees grow wild around me\nGrew so high\nHid the sky\nShaded everything I needed to see\nThen one night\nSomeone came\nTook a knife and ripped me up by my roots\nTossed astray\nFar away\nIn my darkest night, I started to pray \n \nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy\'ll never be denied\n\'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near\n \nWhy do you\nWhy do you ask\nWhy I\'m not blaming my God? Blaming my God\nI\'ll tell you\nI\'ll tell you what\nHe was the only one there \n \nWell, I am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy never will be denied\n\'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nI am standing here in my ravine\nOnce again I see a piece of the sky\nAnd my joy\'ll never be denied\n\'Cause I was meant to be here\nThe only place on earth\nWhere you are near\nWhere you are near ",1 +1616,Antony__The_Johnsons___The_Lake,sad, "The Lake In youth\'s spring, it was my lot\nTo haunt of the wide earth a spot\nTo which I could not love the less\nSo lovely was the loneliness \nOf a wild lake, with black rock bound\nAnd the tall trees that towered around \nBut when the night had thrown her pall\nUpon that spot as upon all\nAnd the wind would pass me by\nIn its stilly melody\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake \nYet that terror was not fright\nBut a tremulous delight\nAnd a feeling undefined\nSpringing from a darkened mind \nDeath was in that poisoned wave\nAnd in its gulf, a fitting grave\nFor him who thence could solace bring\nTo his dark imagining \nWhose wildering thought could even make\nAn Eden of that dim lake \nBut when the night had thrown her pall\nUpon that spot as upon all\nAnd the wind would pass me by\nIn its stilly melody \nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lone lake\nMy infant spirit would awake\nTo the terror of the lake\n Springing from a darkened mind\nSo lovely was the loneliness\nIn youth\'s spring, it was my lot\nIn its stilly melody \nAn Eden of that dim lake\nAn Eden of that dim lake\nLone, lone, lonely\nLone, lone, lonely\nLone, lone, lonely ",1 +5452,Chuck_Berry___Johnny_B_Goode,happy, "Johnny B. Goode \nDeep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans\nWay back up in the woods among the evergreens\nThere stood a log cabin made of earth and wood\nWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode\nWho never ever learned to read or write so well\nBut he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell \n \nGo, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nJohnny B. Goode\n \nHe used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack\nGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad track\nOh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade\nStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers made\nPeople passing by they would stop and say\nOh my, but that little country boy could play \n \nGo, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nGo Johnny go, go\nJohnny B. Goode \n \nHis mother told him Someday you will be a man\nAnd you will be the leader of a big old band\nMany people coming from miles around\nTo hear you play your music when the sun go down\nMaybe someday your name will be in lights\nSaying \'Johnny B. Goode Tonight\' \n \nGo, go\nGo Johnny go\nGo go go, Johnny go\nOh go go, Johnny go\nOh go go, Johnny go\nGo, Johnny B. Goode 26 ",0 +3576,Blondie___Denis,happy, "Denis \nOh Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with you\nDenis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue\nDenis Denis, I\'ve got a crush on you\nDenis Denis, I\'m so in love with you \n \nOh when we walk it always feels so nice\nAnd when we talk it seems like paradise\nDenis Denis I\'m so in love with you\nYou\'re my king and I\'m in heaven every time I look at you\nWhen you smile it\'s like a dream\nAnd I\'m so lucky cause I found a boy like you\n \nDenis Denis\nAvec tes yeux si bleus\nDenis Denis\nQuand j\'ai peche\' pour deux\nDenis Denis\nPour un baiser d\'eternité\nDenis Denis\nJe suis folle de toi\nDenis Denis\nEmbrasse moi ce soir\nDenis Denis\nPour un baiser d\'eternite \n \nOh Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do\nI\'m in love with youSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96 3 ",0 +2211,Avril_Lavigne___Together,anger, "Together \nSomething just isn\'t right\nI can feel it inside\nThe truth isn\'t far behind me\nYou can\'t deny\nWhen I turn the lights out\nWhen I close my eyes\nReality overcomes me\nI\'m living a lie \n \nWhen I\'m alone, I\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I\'m around you\nI don\'t feel\n \nTogether, it doesn\'t feel right at all\nTogether, together, we\'ve built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we\'ll fall\nHands, we\'ll fall \n \nThis has gone on so long\nI realize that I need\nSomething good to rely on\nSomething for me \n \nWhen I\'m alone, I\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I\'m around you\nI don\'t feel \n \nTogether, it doesn\'t feel right at all\nTogether, together, we\'ve built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we\'ll fall\nHands, we\'ll fall \n \nMy heart is broken\nI\'m lying here\nMy thoughts are choking\nOn you, my dear\nOn you, my dear\nOn you, my dear\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nWhen I\'m alone, I When I\'m alone\nFeel so much better\nAnd when I\'m around you When I\'m around you\nI don\'t feel \n \nTogether, it doesn\'t feel right at all\nTogether, together, we\'ve built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we\'ll fall\nHands, we\'ll fall\nTogether, it doesn\'t feel right at all\nTogether, together, we\'ve built a wall\nTogether, holding hands, we\'ll fall\nHands, we\'ll fall \n \nWhen I\'m around you\nWhen I\'m around you\nI don\'t feel together\nI don\'t feel together\nWhen I\'m around you Together\nWhen I\'m around you Together\nI don\'t feel together, no Together\nI don\'t feel together Together3 ",3 +4554,Burial___Spaceape,sad, "Spaceape \nVictims themselves of a close encounter\nDesperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexed\nBy an alien virus, so alien, so viral\nLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles\nStimulating the audio nerve directly\nYou wanna come flex with me? \n \nHallucinating senses individually, insidiously\nAre in any combination, rhythmically\nShifting gears, focus upon intensity\nWait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity\nMind starts slippin\' to familiar tracks\nBending warping, interfering with the facts\nSensory language leaves us with no habit for lying\nWe are hostile aliens, immune from dying\n \nDon\'t harass me for not behaving correct\nI only want to slide my arm round your neck\nInterpretation, electro-chemical stimulation\nThe sensation you feel is entirely real\nAll that we share is our struggle for silence\nWe don\'t wanna bother with no arms house business\nNo shooting no violence\nSensory language twist snake like a limb\nFlexible, versitile, curious like twins\nTransparent in the way that it moves\nWith sufficient memory\nTo cut clean through you \n \nVictims themselves, from a close encounter\nDesperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed\nBy an alien virus, so alien, so viral\nLiving spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles\nStimulating the audio nerve directly\nYou wanna come flex with me \n \nHallucinating senses individually, insidiously\nAre in any combination, rhythmically\nMind starts slippin familar tracks\nBending warping, interfering with the facts\nSensory language leaves us with no habit for lying\nWe are hostile aliens, immune from dying",1 +7637,EagleEye_Cherry__Santana___Wishing_It_Was,happy, "Wishing It Was \nBeauty and grace is what touches me most\nGood times can put me in fear\nI always feel safe when things are bad\nSo I cannot let you come near \n \nIt seems that I thrive on the dark side of things\nI always feel alive when the death bell rings\nNow you come and you bring out the tears in me\n \nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt\'s so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nEvery day surprises me\nWishing it was \nWishing it was\nWishing it was \n \nThis feeling won\'t last 'cause I cannot survive\nI tell you I\'ve been here before\nWe\'re moving so fast\nIt\'s a matter of time\nOne of us walks out that door \n \nIt seems that I thrive on the dark side of things\nI always feel alive when the death bell rings\nNow you come and you bring out the tears in me \n \nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt\'s so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nEvery day surprises me\nWishing it was\nSee Santana LiveGet tickets as low as $134 Wishing it was\nWishing it was \n \nGive this some thought\nAnd I\'m sure you will know\nThis is the way it must be\nEmotions will rise, emotions will flow\nYou bring out the tears in me \n \nPain never makes me cry, but happiness does\nIt\'s so strange to watch your life walk by\nWishing it was\nWishing it was more like a fantasy\nWhere every day surprises me\nWishing it was \nWishing it was\nWishing it was\nWishing it was\nWishing it was \n \nIt\'s so strange to watch your life walk and where everyday\nI\'ve been burning the candle at both ends\nAnd lied the truth I can\'t pretend\nThis is why I will not stay baby\nJust like that I\'m on my way ",0 +4277,Bright_Eyes___True_Blue,happy, "True Blue I am a blue blood I will admit that\nI dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat\nLive in a blue house, on a blue street\nIn a blue town by a blue creek \nI write my blue songs with my blue pen\nI sing the blue notes to my blue friends\nNow I don\'t know that much about you\nBut I like you because you\'re true blue \nI had a blue dream about a blue star\nIn it I drove there in my blue car\nAnd when I got there, I met a blue dog\nWith a blue tongue, we had some real fun\nWe bounced a blue ball, it broke a blue glass\nWe banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass\nGuess the thing I\'m trying to tell you\nIs that it\'s best kid if you\'re true blue \nOnce I had gangrene, I got it real bad\nAnd so the Doc came with his black bag\nI said You know doc, I don\'t feel swell\nIf you had a blue bag I think I\'d feel well. \nSo he came right back with a blue sack\nHe said, Will this do? I said, Why not? Yeah. \nThat\'s how I am here today to tell you\nThat it\'s best man to be true blue \nOut on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship\nI had a first mate, always had blue lips\nHis name was Bluebeard, he had a weird twitch\nWe flew a blue flag on a big stick \nAnd we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips\nOh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish\nBecause there ain\'t much that I won\'t do\nUnless it keeps me from being true blue \nOnce in a blue moon there\'s a blue sky\nI wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite\nHangs like a bluebird until the wind dies\nAnd then the tears pour out of my blue eyes\n If it\'s your birthday, we\'ll bake a blue cake\nAnd then we\'ll eat it off these blue plates\nCause kid I don\'t know much about you\nBut I like you because you\'re true blue \nYeah, I don\'t know much about you\nBut I like you cause you\'re true blue ",0 +1627,Antony__The_Johnsons___Another_World,sad, "Another World I need another place\nWill there be peace?\nI need another world\nThis one\'s nearly gone \nStill have too many dreams\nNever seen the light\nI need another world\nA place where I can go \nI\'m gonna miss the sea\nI\'m gonna miss the snow\nI\'m gonna miss the bees\nI\'ll miss the things that grow\nI\'m gonna miss the trees\nI\'m gonna miss the sound\nI\'ll miss the animals\nI\'m gonna miss you all \nI need another place\nWill there be peace?\nI need another world\nThis one\'s nearly gone \nI\'m gonna miss the birds\nSinging all their songs\nI\'m gonna miss the wind\nBeen kissing me so long, oh \nAnother world\nAnother world\nAnother world\nAnother world",1 +8267,Eminem___Marshall_Mathers,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +9178,Five_for_Fighting___100_Years,sad, "100 Years \nI\'m fifteen for a moment\nCaught in between ten and twenty\nAnd I\'m just dreaming\nCounting the ways to where you are\nI\'m twenty-two for a moment\nAnd she feels better than ever\nAnd we\'re on fire\nMaking our way back from Mars \n \nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to lose, fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you only got a hundred years to live\n \nI\'m thirty-three for a moment\nI\'m still the man, but you see I\'m a they \nA kid on the way, babe\nA family on my mind\nI\'m forty-five for a moment\nThe sea is high\nAnd I\'m heading into a crisis\nChasing the years of my life \n \nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to lose yourself within a morning star\nFifteen, I\'m all right with you, fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you\'ve only got a hundred years to live \n \nHalf time goes by, suddenly you\'re wise\nAnother blink of an eye, sixty-seven is gone\nThe sun is getting high, we\'re moving on... \n \nI\'m ninety-nine for a moment\nAnd dying for just another moment\nAnd I\'m just dreaming\nCounting the ways to where you are\n \nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTwenty-two, I feel her too\nThirty-three, you\'re on your way\nEvery day\'s a new day\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who\nOoh-ooh, who, ooh-who-who, who-who-who \n \nFifteen, there\'s still time for you\nTime to buy and time to choose, hey fifteen\nThere\'s never a wish better than this\nWhen you\'ve only got a hundred years to live12 ",1 +3655,Blue_October___XAmount_Of_Words,anger, "X-Amount of Words Relapse\nPrevent trigger intent\nNow drown\nHigh strung\nSay X amount of words\nYou\'re solar, bipolar\nPanic disorder\nSeems harder and harder and harder\nStill you try to control it \nYou mold, you mold\nYeah you shape to mold\nOh, you\'re bold, you\'re bold\nBut your shape is bold\nYou\'re a symptom superficial\nTo what they call knowing you\nMinus the speed\nCould you imagine the phobia? \n \nYour brain\'s faulty wiring\nThe reason for tiring\nKeep treating the curse\nImagine the worst\nSystematic, sympathetic\nQuite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic\nYour heart is prosthetic \nA plate of quite peculiar\nOn a dish of my own\nA tablespoon of feather\nTickle me to the bone\nGive me recipes for happy\nWith the chemicals gone\nDrinking freedom from a bottle\nTo the tune of belong \n \nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 I\'m sick of shaking, never waking\nFrom the Hell I achieved\nI never knew you 'til you left me\nWith the crying disease\nAnother curing, reassuring\nWay to buckle the knees\nSo mistreated, I repeated\nNever blessing your sneeze \nNow deleted and defeated\nI will stand on my own\nYeah, your memory that punches me\nHas broken the bone\nGive me recipes for sorry\nI\'m admitting I\'m wrong\nStill, your memory that punches me\nHas broken the bone \n 3 ",3 +6601,David_CrowderBand___All_Around_Me,sad, "All Around Me My hands are searching for You\nMy arms are outstretched towards You\nI feel You on my fingertips\nMy tongue dances behind my lips for You \nThis fire rising through my being\nBurning I\'m not used to seeing You \nI\'m alive, I\'m alive \nI can feel you all around me\nThickening the air I\'m breathing\nHolding on to what I\'m feeling\nSavoring this heart that\'s healing\nMy hands float up above me\nAnd you whisper You love me\nAnd I begin to fade\nInto our secret place \nThe music makes me sway\nThe angels singing say we are alone with You\nI am alone and they are too with You \nI\'m alive, I\'m alive \nI can feel You all around me\nThickening the air I\'m breathing\nHolding on to what I\'m feeling\nSavoring this heart that\'s healing \nAnd so I cry\nThe light is white\nAnd I see you \nI\'m alive, I\'m alive, I\'m alive \nI can feel You all around me\nThickening the air I\'m breathing\nHolding on to what I\'m feeling\nSavoring this heart that\'s healing\n Take my hand\nI give it to you\nNow you own me\nAll I am\nYou said You would never leave me\nI believe you\nI believe \nI can feel you all around me\nThickening the air I\'m breathing\nHolding on to what I\'m feeling\nSavoring this heart that\'s healed ",1 +56,A_Fine_Frenzy___The_Beacon,sad, "The Beacon \nYou say your time has come\nYou\'re tired of waking up\nDon\'t be obscene, I can\'t conceive of\nLiving without you\nYou say you drag us down\nNo one should want you now\nWhen I start to cry, you kiss my eyes and say\nI\'m not allowed to \n \nBurning beacon in the night\nCan\'t feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes\n \nYou were a child forgot\nLessons of love untaught\nNow no embrace can quite replace\nThe one that never found you\nI was raised tenderly\nAll that was taught to me\nI will apply, your parents tried but they didn\'t know how to \n \nBurning beacon in the night\nCan\'t feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes \n \nLet me stand by you\nThe honor is mine\nLet me stand by you\nLoneliest light, loneliest light, loneliest light \n \nBurning beacon in the night\nCan\'t feel its heat, or see its light\nThat single solitary guide, it must get lonely there sometimes 2 ",1 +4649,Cajun_Dance_Party___The_Next_Untouchable,happy, "The Next Untouchable I can\'t believe, I can\'t deny\nI can\'t conceive whats in your eyes \nAnother mistake, another regret\nAnother unwanted ciggerette \nAnd do you really like me\nCus 1 and 1 and 1 makes 3 \nIf you don\'t hear me\nThen why should i hear you\nI can\'t walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouchable \nI can\'t walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouchable \nThe next untouchable \nThe next untouchable \nI Feel her\nI move her\nI believe her?\nI see her \nAnd then it comes\nI know what to do\nDo i feel it pure\nOr is that just you\n She said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said again\nShe said agaaaain \nAnd do you really like me\nCus 1 and 1 and 1 makes 3 \nIf you don\'t hear me\nThen why should i hear you \nI can\'t walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouch\nThe next untouchable \nI can\'t walk away\nAll i can do is say\nBetter luck next time\nThe next untouchable\nThe next untouchable \nThe next untouchable \nI Feel her\nI move her\nI believe her?\nI see her\nForget her\nForget her ",0 +1819,Arctic_Monkeys___What_If_You_Were_Right_The_First_Time,happy, "What If You Were Right the First Time? \nBetwixt and between, the fantastic dream and the fear\nDo you wonder where she is this afternoon?\nAnd does it get on your nerves, make you slightly perturbed\nThat there\'s things that you don\'t know about her?\nAnd even the places that she\'s never been with you\nSeem awful empty without her \n \nYou can\'t look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?\nYou can\'t look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?\n \n \nBetwixt and between, the fantastic dream and the fear\nDo you wonder where she is this afternoon?\nAnd with the needle in groove, is there owt to prove?\nAnd tell me, are your feet still tapping?\nI know there’s a first for a trip over the water\nWhat is the worst that could happen? \n \nYou can\'t look into those eyes\nDown no telephone line\nWhat if you were right first time?See Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15 2 ",0 +1123,Amos_Lee___Colors,sad, "Colors \nYesterday, I got lost in the circus\nFeeling like such a mess\nAnd now I\'m down\nI\'m just hanging on the corner\nI can\'t help but reminisce \n \n\'Cause when you\'re gone\nAll the colors fade\nWhen you\'re gone\nNo New Year\'s Day parade\nYou\'re gone\nColors seem to fade\n \nYour mama called, she said\nThat you\'re downstairs crying\nFeeling like such a mess\nYeah, I hear ya\nIn the background bawling\nWhat happened to your sweet summer-time dress? \n \nI know we all\nWe all got our faults\nWe get locked in our vaults\nAnd we stay \n \nWhen you\'re gone\nAll the colors fade\nWhen you\'re gone\nNo New Year\'s Day parade\nYou\'re gone\nColors seem to fade \n \nYesterday, I got lost in the circus 5 ",1 +8507,Erin_McKeown___La_Petite_Mort,happy, "La Petite Mort Estelle, I was your husband\nThird in a group of three\nWell now, you twice the widowed\nI once did see\nA wedding bed like no other\nFor it\'s turned to a funeral grave\nTruth is temperance and happiness warns\nSignposts on the road that is paved \nWhen the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nJesus says we die a little death for him every day\nDot turned tricks upon the spoons\nPlayed piano with the other hand\nYou the kid who liked life so much\nLook up, it\'s your wedding band\nWell the minister spoke, and the vows we took\nAt that moment you were mine\nA falling took place afterward\nAn explanation would take more time \nWhen the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nNow, Jesus says we die a little death for him everyday \nEstelle, I took you home that night\nMy wife above the common-law\nLaid it up like we always do\nIn the hammock of our backyard\nSwinging like a rocking horse\nCannonballing down a track\nWe both found heaven right then\nYou just chose not to come back \nBut when the decent folks dance that two step revival\nDenial, deviation, temptation and trial\nEstelle, oh Estelle, oh Estelle, what you loved you gave away\nJesus says we die a little\nJesus says we die a little\nJesus says we die a little death for him everyday",0 +2264,Ayria___Lovely_Day,sad, "Lovely Day I\'ve been listening to this song for hours\nAnd my head aches but that doesn\'t stop me\nIt keeps repeating and now my eyes burn\nThey have turned red\nAnd I do this to myself\nI should get out\nBut there is nowhere to go on a Tuesday night\nThis restless feeling\nThere is no cure for\nSo I wait\nIt\'s a lovely day\nTo never feel this way again\nAnd will I ever find\nSomeone who understands my mind?\nI don\'t think so\nIt\'s just a sea of faces and vacant stares\nAnd they will never be in this place again \nI have your number\nBut I won\'t call it\nI fear rejection more than being alone\nI\'m almost nauseous\nMaybe I\'m dying?\nOver dramatic, but that\'s what happens\nWhen you have too much time to think about the end\nThe lights look blurry now\nAnd the cars pass by me on an energetic street\nThat I have no part of \nIt\'s a lovely day\nTo never feel this way again\nAnd will I ever find\nSomeone who understands my mind?\nI don\'t think so\nIt\'s just a sea of faces and vacant stares\nAnd they will never be in this place again\n I will wait for you to find me\nBut I know you never will\nI will seek to you to save me\nBut I know you never will\nI will try to regain passion\nBut I\'m faltering\nI will try to overcome this\nBut I\'m overwhelmed again \nLovely day\nFeel this way\nLovely place\nNever feel this way ",1 +9364,For_My_Pain___Too_Sad_to_Live,sad, "Too Sad To Live Everything she tries for the sake of that little boy\nGives all her love, every single piece of her heart \nDon\'t lose your head, don\'t lose your faith or you\'ll end up dead\nYou\'re one of a kind, don\'t drown yourself into the crowd \nOh, my precious sister, it\'s you who I adore\nIn spite of those sleepless nights you still keep carrying on\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re gone\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re lost\nI know it hurts bad, to give everything and still end up sad\nTwisted fact of life, every single day is another fight \nOh, my precious sister, it\'s you who I adore\nIn spite of those sleepless nights you still keep carrying on\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re gone\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re lost \nToo sad to feel anything, these scars will never heal, or so it feels...\nOh, A little child only hope in here, but it takes more than I can give, sadness set me free:\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re lost\nWith your life, with you soul\nThe faster beats your heart the more you\'re gone",1 +754,Alice_In_Chains___Them_Bones,sad, "Them Bones \nAh! Ah! Ah! Ah! \n \nI believe them bones are me\nSome say we\'re born into the grave \n \nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol\' pile of them bones\n \nAh! Ah! Ah! \n \nDust rise right on over my time\nEmpty fossil of the new scene \n \nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol\' pile of them bones \n \n \nToll due, bad dream come true\nI lie dead gone under red sky \n \nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol\' pile of them\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol\' pile of them\nI feel so alone\nGonna end up a big ol\' pile of them bones 27 ",1 +7902,Elbow___Crawling_With_Idiot,sad, "Crawling With Idiot It\'s crawling with idiots\nI\'m itchin\' to leave\nI\'m soft with fatigue, I need somethin\'\nI\'ve never seen anything quite like you\nIn here \n \nCome on, it\'s not serious\nI just need arms tonight \nYou\'re blue collar pride\nAnd you\'re loose cotton cool\nYou\'re wiltin\' a little\nNothing grows down here\nChrome smoke heat me and you\n \nTonight, tonight\nTonight, tonight\nTonight, just tonight\nTonight, tonight\nTonight, just tonight\nTonight",1 +8112,Elton_John___Rocket_Man_I_Think_Its_Going_To_Be_A_Long__Long_Time,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +378,Adele___Best_For_Last_album,calm, "Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that\'s why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we\'re shooting for! \n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don\'t You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won\'t Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I\'ll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can\'t Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",2 +7894,Elbow___Buttons_and_Zips,calm, "Buttons and Zips Al had the guile and the sideways smile\nBad boy and god\nBeck knew how to push a boy to blush\nKnown as The Fox \nTom came out in June to a crowded room\nNo one was shocked\nEd, Ed had the hair, the blues and the shoes\nGot me arrested once \n \n Will I ever get this song off my lips is what you said\nWe were at each other\'s buttons and zips\nIn the blossom shed\nJoe wanted to go before he could\nJoe\'s doing good\nCath, Cath was my all and every day\nShe married in May \n \n Will I ever get this song off my lips is what you said\nWe were at each other\'s buttons and zips\nIn each other\'s bed ",2 +456,After_The_Fire___Der_Kommissar,happy, "Der Kommissar Zwei, drei, vier, one, two, three, it\'s easy to see\nBut it\'s not that I don\'t care, so?\n\'Cause I hear it all the time but they never let you know\nOn the TV and the radio, cha!\nShe was young, her heart was pure\nBut every night is bright she got\nShe said sugar is sweet, she come a-rappin\' to the beat\nThen I knew that she was hot, she was singin\' \nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nYou\'re in his eye and you\'ll know why\nThe more you live, the faster you will die\nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar?\nShe said, Babe, you know, I miss Jill and Joe\nAnd all my funky friends \nBut my street understanding was just enough\nTo know what she really meant\nAnd I got to thinking while she was talking\nThat I know she told the story\nOf those special places that she goes\nAnd when she rides with the others in the subway singing \nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAnd if he talks to you and you don\'t know why\nYou say your life is gonna make you die \nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar? \nCha, cha, cha, cha\nCha, cha\nCha, cha, cha, cha\nCha, cha \nWell, we meet Jill and Joe and brother Herr\nWith the whole cool gang and all\nThey\'re rappin\' here, they\'re rappin\' there\nAnd she\'s climbin\' on the wall\nIt\'s a clear case, Herr Kommissar\n\'Cause all the children know\nThey\'re all slidin\' down into the valley\nThey\'re all slipping on the same snow, hear the children\n Don\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nHe\'s got the power and you\'re so weak\nAnd your frustration will not let you speak\nLa la la la la la \nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAnd if he talks to you, then you\'ll know why\nThe more you live, the faster you will die \nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nAlles klar, Herr Kommissar? \nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh yeah-yeah\nDer Kommissar\'s in town, wa-uh-oh\nDon\'t turn around, wa-uh-oh3 ",0 +4004,Boy_Kill_Boy___A_OK,happy, "A-OK Fee fi fo fum she said\nSomething’s wrong\nIs this just a breakdown\nYes, another breakdown\nAnd when you’re gone\nYes she said\nCan I come?\nI never want to break-up\nShe never wants to break-up\nNo, I never want to wake up\nI never meant to wake up\nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok \nAnd if I fall down she said\nAnd I call would you come to catch me?\nOnly time could stop me\nAnd if it goes wrong, she said\nIf we try maybe we could make up\nYes, I’d love to make up\nI need to make time\nI really need to find time \nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok \nI’m gone most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\nWell I’m gone, most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\nWell I’m gone, most the time\nAnd I’m lost all of the rest\n I’ve been waiting, I\'m waiting, I\'m waiting for this\nI’ve been waiting and I\'m waiting for this\nFor this \nAnd now we’ve left our friends behind\nEven so isn’t this a waste of time\nGiving me a friendly line?\nAnd when our thoughts just last a day\nEven so isn’t this the price I pay?\nEverything is a-ok \nSuch a waste of time\nSuch a friendly line\nIt’s the price I pay\nEverything’s a-ok ",0 +7800,Eels___Mr_Es_Beautiful_Blues,happy, "Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues \nThe smokestack spitting\nBlack soot into the sooty sky\nThe load on the road\nBrings a tear to the Indian\'s eye\nThe elephant won\'t forget\nWhat it\'s like inside his cage\nThe ringmaster\'s Telecaster\nSings on an empty stage \n \nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh\n \nThe girl with the curls\nAnd the sweet pink ribbon in her hair\nShe\'s crawlin\' out her window\n\'Cause her daddy, he just don\'t care\nCome on \n \nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh \n \nThe clown with the frown\nDriving down to the sidewalk fair\nFinger on the trigger\nLet me tell you, it is quite a scare \n \nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh \n \nThe kids flip their lids\nWhen their heads hear that crazy sound\nMy neighbor digs the flavor\nStill he\'s moving to another town\nAnd I don\'t believe he\'ll come back\n \nGoddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh \n \nWell, I don\'t know\nHow you\'re taking all the shit you see\nYou don\'t believe anyone\nBut most of all, you don\'t believe me\nOnly you \n \nGoddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day Only you\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh, goddamn right, it\'s a beautiful day\nUh-huh ",0 +8117,Elton_John___Sacrifice,sad, "Sacrifice \nIt\'s a human sign\nWhen things go wrong\nWhen the scent of her lingers\nAnd temptation\'s strong\nInto the boundary\nOf each married man\nSweet deceit comes callin\'\nAnd negativity lands \n \nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin\' better, baby\nJust passin\' through\n \nAnd it\'s no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt\'s two hearts livin\'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it\'s no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt\'s no sacrifice at all \n \nMutual misunderstandin\'\nAfter the fact\nSensitivity builds a prison\nIn the final act\nWe lose direction\nNo stone unturned\nNo tears to damn you\nWhen jealousy burns \n \nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin\' better, baby\nJust passin\' through \n \nAnd it\'s no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt\'s two hearts livin\'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it\'s no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt\'s no sacrifice at all\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149 \nCold, cold heart\nHardened by you\nSome things lookin\' better, baby\nJust passin\' through \n \nAnd it\'s no sacrifice\nJust a simple word\nIt\'s two hearts livin\'\nIn two separate worlds\nBut it\'s no sacrifice\nNo sacrifice\nIt\'s no sacrifice at all \n \nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all\nNo sacrifice at all9 ",1 +949,Alphabeat___Heat_Wave,happy, "Heat Wave \nYou, come closer still\nCloser now, closer till, mmm\nI can feel you and what you do\nOoh \n \nIt\'s nothing like real life\nDon\'t you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I\'m melting, oh yes, I\'m melting, oh\n \nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, woah \n \nI run right up dimension two\nI run with you I\'m hit, baby\nI don\'t know how to stop it now\nI\'m hit, baby Ooh \n \nIt\'s nothing like real life\nDon\'t you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I\'m melting, oh yes, I\'m melting, oh \n \nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, woah\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, wo-o-oah\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, woah\n \nIt\'s nothing like real life\nDon\'t you know I keep trying\nTo keep it cool as ice?\nBut I\'m melting, oh yes, I\'m melting, oh\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, I\'m hit, baby, I\'m hit, baby\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby \n \nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, I\'m hit, baby\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby, I\'m hit, baby, I\'m hit, baby\nWhenever you\'re around you hit, baby\nI\'m hit, baby ",0 +7584,Duke_Ellington___Sophisticated_Lady,happy, "Sophisticated Lady They say into your early life romance came\nAnd in this heart of yours burned a flame\nA flame that flickered one day and died away\nThen, with disillusion deep in your eyes\nYou learned that fools in love soon grow wise\nThe years have changed you, somehow\nI see you now \nSmoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant\nDiamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant\nIs that all you really want?\nNo, sophisticated lady\nI know, you miss the love you lost long ago\nAnd when nobody is nigh you cry\nSmoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant\nDiamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant\nIs that all you really want?\nNo, sophisticated lady\nI know, you miss the love you lost long ago\nAnd when nobody is nigh you cry \nSophisticated lady\nYou cry ",0 +1561,AntiFlag___A_New_Kind_Of_Army,happy, "A New Kind of Army Look back on history\nNothing much has changed\nThousands of soldiers of all countries\nAll marching the same \nEvery nation\'s leader says that our side is right\nEvery nation\'s leader says the time has come to fight\nBut they use the common people to settle their scores\nIt\'s time that we refuse to fight in any of their wars \nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you\nJoin now\nThe ranks of all nations who refuse to go to war\nRefuse\nTo pull the trigger of a gun for leaders 'round the world \nI\'d rather fight to spread some tolerance and unity\nThan buy into their nationalistic brainwashing\nKilling mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, common human beings\nNot savages but people like you, like me \nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill \nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you \nWe\'re looking for a few good men\nWe\'re looking for a few good women\nWho are not afraid to fight against tyranny\nBut who refuse to fight with tyranny \nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill\n We\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to die\nWe\'re looking to start a new army\nToo smart to fight, too smart to kill for you ",0 +3778,Bob_Dylan___Things_Have_Changed,sad, "Things Have Changed \nA worried man with a worried mind\nNo one in front of me and nothing behind\nThere’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne\nGot white skin, got assassin’s eyes\nI’m looking up into the sapphire-tinted skies\nI’m well dressed, waiting on the last train\nStanding on the gallows with my head in a noose\nAny minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose \n \nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed\n \nThis place ain’t doing me any good\nI’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood\nJust for a second there I thought I saw something move\nGonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag\nAin’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag\nOnly a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove\nLot of water under the bridge; lot of other stuff, too\nDon’t get up, gentlemen, I’m only passing through \n \nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed \n \nI’ve been walking forty miles of bad road\nIf the Bible is right, the world will explode\nI’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can\nSome things are too hot to touch\nThe human mind can only stand so much\nYou can’t win with a losing hand\nFeel like falling in love with the first woman I meet\nPutting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street \n \nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed\n \nI hurt easy, I just don’t show it\nYou can hurt someone and not even know it\nThe next sixty seconds could be like an eternity\nGonna get low down, gonna fly high\nAll the truth in the world adds up to one big lie\nI’m in love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me\nMr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake\nI’m not that eager to make a mistake \n \nPeople are crazy and times are strange\nI’m locked in tight, I’m out of range\nI used to care, but things have changed5 ",1 +6691,Daylight_Dies___In_the_Silence,sad, "In The Silence Now in this silence\nThis silence of my life\nEmpty words\nFall\nThough this sound \nLike falls dead leaves\nI float down this stream\nWaiting\nFor the waters\nTo drown me\nWhy can i never say\nWhat must be said\nAm i too afraid\nThat they\nWill take it all away \nNow in this silence\nI watch as my life\nFades away ",1 +5304,Chris_Cagle___What_A_Beautiful_Day,happy, "What A Beautiful Day Day One\nI stumbled through hello on 5th Avenue\nDay Two\nWe grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon\nCaught a movie on Day Fourteen\nAnd Day Sixty-Seven she said I love you to me \nChorus:\nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay\nWhat a beautiful day\nWhat a beautiful day \nDay One Sixteen\nI asked her what she was doing for the rest of my life\nDay One Eighty Nine\nOh, I almost lost that girl to my foolish pride\nBut she said I do on day Four Eighty Two\nAnd gave me a son on day Seven Sixty One \nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay \nWhat a beautiful day \nDay Eighteen Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Three\nWell, Honey that\'s fifty years\nYeah, here\'s to you and me \nOh, what a feeling\nWhat a wonderful emotion\nYeah, what a life\nCounting my blessings and knowing...\nOoh we had our ups and downs\nAll along the way\nShe had a chance to leave, but chose to stay\n What a beautiful day\nWhat a beautiful day \nDay One, I thank God I said Hello on 5th Avenue ",0 +7136,Dido___My_Lovers_Gone,sad, "My Lover’s Gone \nMy lover\'s gone, his boots no longer by my door\nHe left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go\nReturns no more, I will not watch the ocean \n \nMy lover\'s gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again \n \nMy lover\'s gone, I know that kiss will be my last\nNo more his song, the tune upon his lips has passed\nI sing alone while I watch the ocean\n \nMy lover\'s gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again \n \nMy lover\'s gone, his boots no longer by my door\nHe left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go\nReturns no more, I will not watch the ocean \n \nMy lover\'s gone, no earthly ships will ever\nBring him home again, bring him home again 1 ",1 +8602,Eva_Cassidy___Songbird,calm, "Songbird \nFor you, there\'ll be no crying\nFor you, the sun will be shining\n\'Cause I feel that when I\'m with you\nIt\'s alright\nI know it\'s right \n \nAnd the songbirds keep singing like they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before\n \nTo you, I would give the world\nTo you, I\'d never be cold\n\'Cause I feel that when I\'m with you\nIt\'s alright\nI know it\'s right \n \nAnd the songbirds keep singing like they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before\nLike never before\nLike never before",2 +8225,Emiliana_Torrini___Nothing_Brings_Me_Down,sad, "Nothing Brings Me Down Home alone and happy\nNothing brings me down\nFull of wine, unsteady\nNothing brings me down\nWhat\'s left of the rain runs down my roof\nNothing brings me down\nThe night is lush the air is still\nNothing brings me down \nDum dum dum dum dum dum\nThe windows are open, the flies are in\nNothing brings me down\nThe phones are off, the music\'s on\nNothing brings me down \nDum dum dum dum dum dum \nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh \nHome alone and happy\nNothing brings me down\nMy love for you is ready\nNothing brings me down\nMy love for you is ready\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh",1 +7943,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Rock_N_Roll_Is_King,happy, "Rock ‘n’ Roll is King \nThank you for listening \n \nWell\nListen everybody, let me tell you \'bout the rock n\' roll\nOhhh, feel that rhythm and it\'s really gonna thrill your soul\nMmmm, come along with me, to a land of make-believe\nShe said, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \nShe loves that rock\'n\'roll, and she plays it all night long\nAwww, that\'s all she ever tells me when I call her on the telephone\nShe says, Feel that jumpin\' beat, and a-get up on your feet. \nShe says, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \n \nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be \n \nWell, it rolls like a train that\'s a comin\' on down the track\nOh, she rolled over Beethoven, and she gave Tchaikovsky back\nShe loves that drivin\' beat, and she goes dancin\' on down the street\nShe said, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \nAww, rock on! \n \n \nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be \n \nWell, when she comes around and I\'m a listenin\' to the radio\nShe says, You can\'t do that, cause all I wanna do is rock\'n\'roll. \n Now here I\'m gonna stay, when that music starts to play. \nShe says, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \n \nAww, yeah, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \nUh-huh, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \nOooh, yeah, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king. \nShe said, Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king \n \nWelcome to the show Play again\nWelcome to the show3 ",0 +1538,AntiFlag___Sold_As_Freedom,anger, "Sold As Freedom You want to save the world?\nI can tell you what to do!\nYou want to end terror?\nThis solution is for you!\nAnswer the call up join the proud the few\nPull on the trigger with your heart and soul\nCause war is peace now we know \nFight fire with fire!\nDouse violent flames with gasoline\nFight fire with fire!\nSpite your foe with an all out holocaust!\nFight fire with fire!\nPour gasoline on the world inferno\nBurn it so hot that the world incinerates\nWhen they\'re all dead we\'ll have no issues to resolve\nTo end terror it takes a special skill\nKill, kill, kill?\nTil there\'s nothing left to kill!!\nDon\'t question orders-\nDo your job and move\nIt\'s a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9\nTo makes sure no one\'s left alive \nFight fire with fire!\nDouse violent flames with gasoline\nFight fire with fire!\nSpite your foe with an all out holocaust!\nFight fire with fire!\nPour gasoline on the world inferno\nBurn it so hot that the world incinerates\nWhen they\'re all dead we\'ll have no issues to resolve \nJoin now! Don\'t wait! Make death, Your date!!!\nSalute and fight! Fight for the wealth\nOf the few! wrapped in a flag and sold to you\nSold as Freedom it\'s up to you to see through lies\nBy those who\'ve led us to endless world strife\nWhat this world needs is something new!\nWhat this world needs right now is you!\nAny dumbfuck can murder kill, kill, kill!!!",3 +3906,Boney_M_2000___Sunny,happy, "10,000 Bars \nGo\nWeezy Wee, bitch\nS-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground\nMuhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg\nI got it, it\'s right here, listen \n \nHolla\nI\'m off the rocks squat the box don\'t rock the spot\nThe Sqad pop \'em I\'ma fuck with the hottest\nDiamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I\'m one of the finest\nAnd to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin\'?\nIce shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something\nWith no heart for bitches like ??? or something\nI be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous\nGet money \'til I\'m dead or \'til the day of my arraigning\nSpittin\' game through the platinum smile\nYou can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile\nHow I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models\nPoppin\' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow\nSee I\'m a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes\nCause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes\nI comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes\nHeat up for the haters speed up for the ladies\nMiss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat\nWeezy shit, this our click\nYou \'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at\nAll of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin\'?\nI cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin\'?\nYou listening? I\'m official pimpin\'\nBe lowkey dippin\', Range Ro\' be twistin\' on blades\nI\'m O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin\'\nBig fucking cannon, holding me back\nWith some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back\nMy niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily\nMy hoes like Nelly cause they go Down, down baby \nI used to dog chickens, cluck \'em, fuck \'em, and duck \'em\nBut now I\'m more mature, I fuck \'em, fuck \'em, and fuck \'em\nStuck inside of the game for damn near two decades\nAnd I\'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray\nAww fuck...\nHuh? Drunk off Cris\', mami on e\nWeezy on e, mami cummin\' on me\nThe diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light\nYou do a lil\' something tonight, I buy you something with ice\nAnd I ain\'t stunting a price, shawty I can afford it\nI been had dough before I was recorded\nStarted to order you a Mercedes C 240\nBut I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me\n \nIt\'s whatever, holla\nI ain\'t stopping, I ain\'t stopping\nCheck it, check it \n \nMuhfucka bet\' not fuck with this nigga\nI\'m itching, clutching the trigger\nMuhfucka you can end up in a river, shit\nI\'m like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit\nAnd my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck\nI\'m fucked up, I\'ll fuck you up for fucking up\nGuns up like What\'s up? , get your fucking guts cut\nTough luck bruh\nWonder why your bitch act stuck up?\nCause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt\nYung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man\nLook call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane\nNigga can\'t tell me nothing \'bout the game\nBeen in that deep shit, every year I\'m M. V. P\nIt\'s just in me\nRims on the \'Lac like 22 inches\nPlay with me, I open up your back like 22 inches\nGuerrilla pimpin\'\nAnd it really isn\'t wise for niggas to start poppin\'\nAt any given time them niggas could start droppin\', peep it\nI\'m off the strip muhfucka what you want?\nThis a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk\nNiggas be like Mase and go to Church\nBut I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt\nHolla at me, I\'m the don bitch\nLook we can get it on bitch\nGotta get another rap to flow on bitch...\nHold up, aight, aight, aight\nListen, playa, all I do is get bread, I\'ma head to them cowards\nAnd if they ever try me, I\'ll bring y\'all the head of them cowards\nThis big spending, see the heads on them dollars\nIt\'s big pimpin\', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers\nChoppers pop at any time for any given reason\nLeave \'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement\nFreedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin\' through sittin\' high on them inches\nMy mission\'s to make sure Squad get expensive\nAnd if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive\nShot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson\nI spark instant, now who want it? I\'ll light your set\nCause I\'m all about money cocksucker, my life a check\nI\'m spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya\nI spit 16 after ya like I rap with y\nPut your chest in the back of ya\nYou would think a truck hit \'em, it\'s Weezy, don\'t fuck with him\nBetter lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick\nCome and get me I spray, spark, spit, it\'s straight war bitch\nNiggas is hoes, like they take long dick\nI wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split\nAnd may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact\n9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap\nI ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats\nIt’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I\'ll die for that\nI climb in the \'Lac, drunk off 190 ?\nDon\'t try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap\nAnd this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black\nDon\'t like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat\nBut fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut\nYou hatin\' us? We tape you up\nI spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks\nBandanas, braids, and cuts, I\'m gangsta\'d up\nMuhfucka\nSee Lil Wayne LiveGet tickets as low as $378 \nOh, oh shit, oh shit\nWhat they want?\nI dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy?\nCheck it, check it \n \nLil\' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like That\'s so purty \nFuck with me I\'ll show your chest no mercy\nSqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean\nBring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes\nI pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine\nWake up in the morning, lips burning, can\'t move my spleen\nSee this lil\' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things\nI\'ll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King\nThe heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee\nWatch your wifey, she\'s mostly likely to blow me pipey\nI\'m so exciting\nMoney, murder, steal, kill, rape\nYou should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates\nThis whole world gon\' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors\nI\'ll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you\nTreat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you \n\n \nOk, ok, homie, ok\nPeep it out, Squiddad\nLet me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll\nAnd let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out\nS-Q-A-D \n \nDon\'t fool with any niggas like me\nWe pull triggers like weeds\nSwigger off the Piña Colada\nDreams of having cream and the power\nYou need a problem? I\'m the meanest to start with\nAnd got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin\nFor any discomfort the Ninas is sparking\nBe in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers\nKeep it clean, I\'m a young Sqad street teen, only into green\nIf you intervene I\'ll leave your ass colder than Winter\nAnd y\'all just look like bitches\nYou get fucked then I nut up\nAnd just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up\nNigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop\nI spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks\nDip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop\nWe fix blocks, suddenly watch the income\nFuck with me, watch the outcome\nNiggas don\'t wanna hear the Glock rung \n \nThat\'s that real shit, that\'s-\nK, ok, ok\nYea, holla at me, holla at me\nThis for all these niggas, you know me\nListen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it\nIt\'s Weezy Wee, Lil\' Jay, Lil\' Tez, Lil\' Fee Fee, Lil\' Yo, Lil\' Sammie, T-Redd\nHolla at us, holla at us, holla at us\nCan\'t forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don\'t forget it\nCheck it, check it \n \nPlayboy I pimp huge\nSee the whip cruise on big shoes\nSlide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos\nSee Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose\nBut dude, I ain\'t got nothing for her but some dick juice\nI stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather\nThey gon\' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure\nI tells you once, I\'m the don, you can trust my word\nI say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world\nI be with niggas that could get me years\nI be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears\nListen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up\nWith a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up\nYou think it\'s soft? Let the thing bust \'til I\'m seeing pink guts\nNiggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us\nYou know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka\nI ain\'t gon\' stop the flow until the end\nK we got a new game, I\'m running, punting, I ain\'t passing the ball\nYou other niggas just be crashing the boards\nWith a team full of great players, but I\'m a veteran, all-star\nAnd let\'s be real man, I\'m better than all y\'all\nI\'m the truth, I\'m the reason, I\'m the meaning, I\'m the shit\nI\'m the alleged convict in any Sqad incident\nLast name Carter like Vince and shit\nBut I don\'t slam balls and goals, my life\'s money, cars, and hoes\nCadillac white walls and \'Bauds, pimpin\' partna\nPlus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor\nLet\'s get this partna, I\'m the young don these niggas honor\nAnd those of you who ain\'t cheap can\'t buy a vowel\nIt\'s cause the child\'s mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer\nLibel to find my condom inside of dry vagina\nI\'m kinda calm, drama goes with my persona\nA minor with intentions to harm ya, holla \n \nOk, ok\nSwitch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up\nListen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money\nPuff holla at me \n \nHomeboy it\'s Sqad shit\nIt\'s gon\' be Sqad shit, swallow it\nHe who disrespect, hollows follow him\nFlash the pistol, watch \'em stop and pose like they modeling\nBlast \'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen\nSeriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men\nTurn \'em against you and make \'em kill ya mom and them, don\'t fuck with me\nBuck 50 on the dash of the box but that\'s only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire\nWrist looking like blue fire\nPiña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider\nHolla at me, you know you know me\nGot out the streets and start hustlin\', there\'s still some fiends who owe me\nBlow me some dro, nah I ain\'t smoking I stopped that\nMy niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact\nI\'m kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain\'t gonna leave you kinda fucked up\nI leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it\'s Sqad shit, bitch \n \nOh shit, I ain\'t finished\nOh shit, I ain\'t finished\nI ain\'t finished Duke\nCheck it, listen \n \nI come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like Click , Squeak , Pow \nGet down or you dying, niggas tote iron\nGot that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I\'m talkin\' weight like birds\nAnd you might get served if it’s proper enough\nOr find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something\nA baller blocker or something, I\'ll send your noggin a hundred\nHave the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running\nType of life I live, Gotti would love it\nSqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget\nCan\'t nobody put nobody above it\nAnd if they do, they find they body with your body above it\nFuck it, let\'s take it public, nah leave it the gutter\nFuck it, let\'s go and dump \'em, nah leave \'em in the gutter\nHustler, keep it thuggin\', why the fuck you niggas buggin\'?\nThe hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket jacket\nCall me Weezy you bitch \n \nOk, ok\nThe d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap\nHow the fuck I\'ma do that?\nHolla at me, if you feel me holla at me\nSqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me\nI\'m a real nigga, you know, you know me\nD. J. Riddaj Smoove\n\'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft\nYou know me, let\'s go\nIs y\'all ready? Check it out, check it out \n \nListen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin\'\nBetter get flocking or get gotten\nDawg I speak with the gun, nigga\'s holla in the street like What\'s up? \nI tell \'em Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck \nThe droughts come bring the pots out, let\'s do what we do\nYou fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue\nNow who seeing me? Not a person\nGot a personal grudge with these commercial thugs\nNo studio with me, true\nI shine hard and I be flossin\' very sweet\nBut I\'m like Iverson dawg, I be ballin\' but very street\nKeep my name out your yapper, or you gon\' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa\nI ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper\nThe tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs\nSupply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece\nMy crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese \n \nDude, dude, who you know fucking with me man?\nCheck it, check it \n\n \nWhat up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don\nReal nigga dude, I promise that to God\nWhen I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I\'m not cursed\nWalk around with TECs poking out my shirt\nNiggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt\nTry me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt\nYes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right\nPull you out your car at a stoplight\nCatch you in the waist, make you my height\nThis shit\'s not nice, I\'ll have you chopped twice for a hot price\nOr I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life\nCan you see that?\nProperly under my seat is where the heat at\nDirectly in your head is where the bullets meet at\nI be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, \'til the Lord take us\nWe gon\' all get paper, just stay faithful\nCross the gate bitch and we rape you\nAin\'t nothing sugar nigga we all salt\nFuck y\'all and that\'s y\'all fault \n \nHolla at us\nMan this Sqad shit is real, real biddig\nOoo shit\nI ain’t - oh, oh, oh\nCheck it, check it, check it\nFollow me\nListen \n \nHomie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk\nDie for my Sqad, kill for my dough\nMy attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops\nMy real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops\nI\'m living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops\nAnd I\'m a young nigga, I don\'t even know how to do the bus stop\nBut I got my money right\nWhen I hit the club, make it a sunny night\nSee the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight\nWatching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right?\nPull up next to \'em in a 500 bumpin\' Betty Wright\nKeep my shit spaghetti tight\nPlayboy put the hood on that\nWe buy sports cars and put the fuckin\' hood on that\nMy bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that\nAny place, you be careful cause I could own that\nMoët and E, I\'m good on that\nYour bitch looking at me, I should bone that\nY\'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla \n \nHolla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nCheck it, check it, check it \n \nS-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that\'s what I represent \'til I die\nMuhfucka bust one in your eye\nFlip pies, I used to do that shit in like \'95\nBut I\'ma switch it up to \'99, 2000, 2001\nI ride cars that\'s 2000 and fun\nYou know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22\'s\nAnd hoes be losing they mind, boy \n \nIt\'s about to come, it\'s about to come\nWhat y\'all want? What y\'all want?\nCheck it, check it\nFee Fee Favorite \n \nFlippin\' in a whippa\nPeel the top back like a zipper\nSkippin\' on them chrome dip slippers\nRippin\' on the lips of a stripper\nIf that\'s your bitch mister don\'t kiss her\nIf so you might as well kiss a pistol\nCause all I do is shoot off in her whistler\nShe finna get my name on her shitter\nAnd I ain\'t even hit her\nMy nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda\nForget her, another bitch just paged in\nWeezy blazing, come through in something amazing\nI ball so good I need a sports agent\nLook at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what\'s wrong?\nMy jewelry\'s like a white boy, always stoned\nI got a big home but I\'m always gone\nThat\'s why your bath towels is always gone\nHoes I meet nowadays panties always gone\nAnd baby after I fuck I\'m always gone \n \nI mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla\nBitch I can\'t love you\nHolla, hahaha\nListen \n \nHomie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head\nSo all I\'m feeling is air on my head\nWith some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head\nMeet you close to knock you square out your head\nSip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up\nIn Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer\nPlus the prices is cooler\nI come back through the hood with that dirty\nAnd tell \'em I\'m like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies\nGot bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa\nBut Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya\nWeezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya\nAnd Weezy don\'t Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya\nHow about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up\nAnd tape \'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs\nI gets high \'til I can\'t focus\nBut a main focus to remain focused, they ain\'t focused, muhfucka \n \nHolla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit\nBoy, boy, boy\nOk \n \nI spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor\nAny beefs involving homie, your momma\nHomie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour\nSpark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers\nSmell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us\nWe do just what the neighborhood have shown us\nWe murder opponents and don\'t think about it, forget about it\nNiggas won\'t do shit about it\nWave the pistol, get the bitch up out \'em\nI\'m off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford\nAny problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him\nHit the block with bricks of powder\nWhat you know \'bout doing that?\nAnd splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact\nDawg I\'m all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here\'s what I give you instead\nI\'ll make you hip out when them fuckin\' bullets dig in your leg\nPositive niggas talking spooky, y\'all ain\'t scaring nobody\nY\'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla \n \nYeah, yeah, yeah\nAight\nListen \n \nI wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists\nNo rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes\nWish my Sqad live happy\nI wish my kids grow stronger than me\nI wish my momma live longer than me\nI wish the cops stay off the corner this week\nI wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease\nI wish them niggas who ain\'t got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit\nAnd you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit\nI wish that I could get high but when I\'m high I wish I wouldn\'t get high\nSometimes I wish I wasn\'t alive\nI wish for Heaven gates to enter\nWish for Lakers\' tickets at the Staples Center\nMy seats, floor me\nWish Chris Childs wouldn\'t of hit Kobe\nWhen I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns\nWish 22 inch rims wouldn\'t rub on sharp turns\nI wish these hoes stop lying\nI wish these niggas stop lying\nWish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying \n \nFuck it. That\'s just some shit I wish for, fuck it\nAight. That what you want?\nAight, listen, listen \n \nI wish I ain\'t have to go on tour to sell records\nI wish I ain\'t have to sell records\nFuck, I wish I ain\'t have a jail record\nWish every bitch gave head\nI wish I could\'ve saved Dad\nI wish I make money \'til I\'m a dead man\nI wish my chain wasn\'t heavy around my neck\nWish hoes wouldn\'t suck dick and try to kiss down my neck\nWish I ain\'t have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that\nBitch I wish you wouldn\'t wanna be down for that\nI wish there wasn’t no droughts\nI wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ??\nI wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit \n \nDon’t stop it though\nShit, boy\nFuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha\nListen \n \nNigga respect Weezy\nI leave everyone of you bustas to suffer\nFuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for\nThe Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers\nKick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature \n \nOh I can’t do that one\nOk, ok\nWhat you know about Weezy dawg?\nWhat the fuck y’all know about Weezy?\nHolla at me, holla at me, holla at me\nLet’s switch it up\nHolla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don\nDon’t get it tangled or twisted\nYour head will get splitted\nTell the whole world that I did it\nYou bullshitted\nWe don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want?\nWe bring it to your head and your -\nBoy, boy, check it \n \nNigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none\nIntentions to kill some, from bitches to children\nFor real we will come inside of your buildings\nWith Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some\nLet them 4s blaze\nMy niggas blows haze\nGuzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay\nBe dying the worst way\nWho want it? Your bitch, you\nSqad is the official shit\nPistols spit behind little shit\nI get a bad bitch who lick\nAnd keep her posted up on the low\nShe never cook pork but only cook coke\nDie for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity\nHold minds for ransom, head sold separately\nI’m a ape dawg\nTrapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg\nBut I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball\nAnd I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage\n18 years old, I got cash that age \n \nWho fuckin’ with me?\nI’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka\nShit, ok, ok, listen\nThis how we gon’ do it\nS-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T\nOk, yeah, yeah, hahaha\nI like that, I like that\nLay low muhfucka \n \nI can’t live forever\nAnd so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’\nAnd if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’\nI swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something\nMy Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’\nWe peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle\nBig guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga\nBricks go for 10 gs on street value\nPatience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you\nThe S Class is casual for the summer\nLet me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels \n \nHolla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me\nNigga we gon’ be here for a long time\n‘Cause we done been here for a long time\nNow who want it – some problems?\nUhh, uhh, oh shit\nI ain’t finished\nCheck it, check it\nI’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone\nHolla at me \n \nReady for the track to switch up\nBitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up\nBitch suck my dick up\n‘Til she get the hiccups\n*Hiccups*, excuse you ho\nNow I got to lose you ho\nYou know how Sqad dos you ho\nMove you through the shit smooth and slow\nNow you gotta do the whole clique\nYou know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick\nCatch the whole nut until you never don’t spit\nThis some freestyle shit until the track gone\nBitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone\nI shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone\nRap on \n \nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, I’ma rap on\nOh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one \n \n17th Ward nigga\nMy balls thicker, scars and hard liquor\nRevolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga\nFuck the laws and fuck peace\nWe all live raw\nAnd we duck them boys and run streets\nThis shit won’t cease\nYou got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka\n‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka\nAnd I’m young but a wise nigga\nBut in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it\nFuck it, tryna join my daddy\nAutomatic weapons, pow\nYou can call the paramedics now\nAnd if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds\nI’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’\nAnd chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low\nWe can’t let the feds know nothing\nWe keep it quiet as kept\nIf someone frontin’ you find him dest \n \nI’m sorry\nWhat the fuck is “find him dest”?\nI meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death”\nDeath\n7, S. Q\nHolla at us, check it \n \nPistols burning\nPop the barrel, turning\nIt got the faggots squirming\nWe closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in\nCoke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled\nAnd dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble\nGet a bad bitch to hustle and move product\nAnd split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her\nNot behind the ho, but only behind the dough\nAnd behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door\nYou ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise\nWe kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils\nWe reside inside the S. Q. bombers\nAnd we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas\nSo stay from ‘round us\nAnd to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you\nI be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you\nThen let a K hit you\nFuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all\nMake you my underdog, put you under dawg \n \nUnder dawg, holla\nThis shit we doing is under dawg\nMan, listen \n \nBitch I’m explosive\nAll this niggas know this\nWeezy, I’m your woadie\nHolla, guns is toted\nNever fucking loaded\nBut I keep more E\nYou know how I do it bitch, I do it for me\nI do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps\nI do it for Sqad\nI do it ‘cause I ride\nI do it ‘til I die\nI never gets high\nI’m always on my toes\nI never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes\nBut I only gets my dick sucked\nThat’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide\nDown with the Squiddad \n \nOh, oh that my nigga Six Shot\nYeah, bout to run it\nUh oh, uh oh, uh oh\nCheck it, check it\nListen \n \nI do just what I motherfuckin’ want\nI never live with regrets\nI speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest\nTake heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist\nOr take three to the left side of your face\nA multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s\nA hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates\nThey fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes\nI ride in a frenzy\nRide in a Benzy\nFuck it, tryna fire my enemies\nFire a sack, recline back, and feel me\nI spit that filthy shit\nThat gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me\nLet’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt\nOr the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults \n \nHolla at me mothafucke, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nHolla at me muhfucka, holla at me\nThat’s my nigga, yeah\nListen, listen \n \nThis is for the Sqad I sip Moët with\nThis is for the Sqad that I pop X with\nThis is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with\nThis is for my Sqad that I usually fools with\nThis is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo\nThis is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though\nThis is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa\nThis is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga \n \nHaha holla, holla\nI was feeling that one, that was real nice\nWas real nice\nOk, ok\nListen \n \nWe carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets\nAnd clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors\nThe Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers\nPassing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton\nWho stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible\nFind me in a Benz – aqua blue\nRims colossal dude\nAnd right under the seat’s a Glock or two\nDon’t make me pop at you\nAnd got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you\nPeople ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?”\nI pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge\nListen, I’ve had loot since a kid\nI ain’t just start having dough\nAs a matter of fact, I started having dough\nI’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks\nBe very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats\nI bet he choke \n \nWhat you don’t know?\nIt’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy\nGet with it\nHolla at us\nOh shit, holla at me\nYa, ya, ya\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nFat, I got us\nIs you ready?\nWhat these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?\nNot a muhfuckin’ thing\nThey don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance\nHolla at me listen \n \nNigga fuck with me, get washed away\nGlocks and revolvers spray\nCats get they corners blazed\nBlast with enormous Ks\nUnderstand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him\nPlay with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium\nBeef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly\nUnleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre-\n‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on\nDoo rag, G Nikes on\nHope the choir sing your ass a nice song\nNiggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad\nIt is not wise\nI’m robbing your block with Glock 9s\nPull out, cock, pop moms\nDrop bombs\nYou niggas ?????????\nSqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me\nCome to take shit\nWe be on some money make shit\nSimply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason\nHave you parents in the front emergency room pacing\nCrying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say\n“Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla\n*Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’\nCome to your fucking street and kill families\nHolla at this muhfuckin’ nigga\nYou know me\nAnd ask your bitch, she blow me\nYou know I’m in love with Kobe\nAnd Hovi \n \nOk, ok\nWhat they want?\nCheck it, check it \n \nNigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter\nI’m a heartless lil’ bastard\nSince Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered\nFuck all of you faggots\nRegulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta\nSpit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka\nIt’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate\nRunning with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit\nNiggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute\nOr my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis\nI’ma stay trill for the spinach\nTremendous when I’m on that green shit\nMenace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit\nI’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit\nMy appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips\nFuck with me I blast you idiots\nLet the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka \n \nMuhfucka, ok, it’s real time\nIt’s real time\nI know what song next\nI fuckin’ know what song next\nCheck it, check it\n Nigga I crash parties crash- \nOh I ain’t know that was next\nI ain’t know that was next\nI really didn’t know that was next\nSorry. I’ma freestyle to it \n \nOk ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy\nAin’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy\nYou know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot\nWe do the things, we do it big, we ride big\nAnd if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick\nI make your momma and your child spit up blood\nI make shit come up to your thighs\nThis the Squad\nI don’t fuck with niggas\nI only fuck with six niggas\nI only fuck with rich niggas\nI only fuck with C. M. B. dawg\nAnd they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg\nI’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone\nI’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone\nI’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone\nAnd I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka\nHere’s my dick, you can climb on \n \nFuck, holla at me, holla at me\nFull of that Mo’\nNow I’m full of that dro\nYeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove?\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit\nCheck me, check me\nListen \n \nI’m a outlaw\nI’m quick on the draw\nI’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward\nI go hard, these niggas can’t play with me\nI got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me\nI spit this shit like a K spit rapidly\nI make your fucking family live unhappily\nWho the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy?\nThey know what I’m fucking ‘bout\nThey know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth\nI keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit\nBut this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks\nThis Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch\nAnd I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch\nI put the -\nOh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’\nI ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up\nI’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu -\nOh, oh, we living it up\nWe doing it real fucking big\nWe will kill fucking kids\nIf you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions \n \nYou get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions\nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh\nWhat they know about me? Listen\nGot some shit coming\nY’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare\n‘Cause here it come, ok\nLet’s do it\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy?\nOh shit, oh shit\nWhat you know about me?\nListen \n \nNigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris\nCrash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis\nInfected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V\nThat stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence\nThat’s what I die with\nI pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit\nWe on some mob shit\nSome lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch\nGlocks spit behind anything\nBitch lick anything\n‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank\nGot a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip\nWith Limo tints to hide me in the whip\nTold mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at\nIn other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at\nYou can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles\nBouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it\nLounging in bubble\nRocky watch resemble mountains or something\nFronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n\nAye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese\nYou fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat\nYou fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free\nYou touching your knees\nAnd if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe\nNow how you like lookin’?\nWhen the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token\nDespite the business, fuck rap\nPicture block on a motorcycle wheeling\nBut the Glock ain’t right for kidneys\nI don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes\nDate you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes\nThen replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes\nAll the women in this nation hoes\nHot since my creation woa’\nWho the fuck want him?\nBitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em\nI got pistols with blood on ‘em\nWhips with dubs on ‘em\nNiggas with chips and drugs on ‘em\nGot bitches with hips and tits on ‘em\nLips with dicks on ‘em\nChicks with bricks on ‘em\nChicks with chicks on ‘em\nI’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6\nGet dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit\nThis shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit\nSome chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit\nPimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit\nA bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit \n \nHolla at me, I’m still not done\nHolla at me, check it, I’m still not done\nNigga holla at me, holla at me\nListen, listen, listen \n \nDon’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most\nI come with the toast\nGet it hot like summer was close\nI’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’\nExploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’\nSober? Forget it\nThis C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed\nThe youngest soldier come with it\nCock back, guns put holes in your fitted\nNigga I told you to quit it\nI load it with 50\nI blow ‘til it’s empty\nThe dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’\nRopin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit\nHoppin’ out the Rover with Semis\nWildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house\nWith a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out\nNow who hating?\nNiggas cheapskating, underestimating\nThe heat take him, put him under extra pavement\nSome one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like - \n \nWhoo, whoo, fuck it\nThat’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches\nHolla at me\nWeezy Wee, Raj Smoove\nAnd that’s the end of that story\nOne\nShit\nMan, man53 ",0 +1637,Apocalyptica___Bittersweet,sad, "Bittersweet [Verse 1: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nI\'m giving up the ghost of love\nAnd a shadow is cast on devotion\nShe is the one that I adore\nQueen of my silent suffocation \n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny \n[Verse 2: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBittersweet\nI won\'t give up\nI\'m possessed by her\nI\'m bearing a cross\nShe\'s turned into my curse\n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny \n[Bridge: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBittersweet, I want you\nOh, how I wanted you\nAnd I need you\nHow I needed you \n[Chorus: Ville Valo & Lauri Ylönen]\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\nBreak this bittersweet spell on me\nLost in the arms of destiny\nBittersweetSee Apocalyptica LiveGet tickets as low as $38 1 ",1 +4744,Camera_Obscura___If_Looks_Could_Kill,happy, "If Looks Could Kill \nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong \n \nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I can make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\n\'Cause you know that you really upset her \n \nWhen you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he\'s never had\nIf it\'s true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go\n \nIs this the kind of fate you could contemplate?\nA breakdown at my very sight\nWell, I promise hidden words of tenderness\nIn every single line that I write \n \nStill, you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he\'s never had\nIf it\'s true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go \n \nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\nTell me where it all went wrong\nTell me where it all went wrong\nMaybe I could make it better\n \n\'Cause you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he\'s never had\nIf it\'s true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\n\'Cause you act like a man who is cross\nWith every woman he\'s never had\nIf it\'s true looks could kill, then you\nWill be the first to make me mad\nThen you gotta go\nMaybe you gotta go \n \nIf it\'s true looks can kill\nIf it\'s true looks can kill\nIs it true looks can kill?\nYeah, it\'s true looks can kill ",0 +8931,Fear_My_Thoughts___Culture_Of_Fear,anger, "Culture of Fear To hunt the ones I am here for\nI don\'t care how long it will take, in a culture of fear I please expectations\nIf it bleeds it leads, we all know so well\nI feed the needy - I feed them fear and I will shed not any precious tear\nThe distance of these motives is wide, I\'m standing on the safer side \n \nI\'m here to spread Anxiety, I will fuel all your fear \nI capture human tragedies, I\'m here to catch the moments of pure despair\nAgony is fueling me, Anxiety is ruling me\n \nIn a culture of fear I please expectations\nIn a culture of fear I satisfy you",3 +3425,Blackmail___The_Small_Saving_Tar_Pit,sad, "The Small Saving Tar Pit Hair-raising sheik\nYou\'re much too late\nYou\'ve been the temper who\'s fixing a cause\nThe peak of the day\nIt\'s waiting for your packed up slave \nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nHave come to leave what we have had\nI\'m on my way\nThe sizes we take\nThey have been given to give us a call\nYou know that we claim\nFour million pictures that we saved \nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nThey\'ve come to leave what we have had\nImprove this fever, errate the scared\nI\'m leaving though you\'re in my head \nCome right away\nAnd help me bear this single day\nThese fifty feelings in my head\nThey\'ve come to leave what we have had\nImprove this fever, errate the scared\nI\'m leaving though you\'re in my head",1 +6977,Devendra_Banhart___Autumns_Child,sad, "Autumn’s Child Autumn\'s child\nRaise your head\nAutumn\'s child\nYou sweet young thing\nStay dead horse\nStand dead horse\nRun river run\nSun shine sun\nSing child sing\nSing your song\nSing your song\nAutumn\'s child\nCome raise your head\nAutumn\'s child\nSweet young thing\nSweet young thing",1 +7925,Electric_Light_Orchestra___HOLD_ON_TIGHT,happy, "Hold On Tight \nHmm, hold on tight to your dream\nHey, hold on tight to your dream\nWhen you see your ship go sailing\nWhen you feel your heart is breaking\nHold on tight to your dream, hmm \n \nIt\'s a long time to be gone Hold on, hold on\nOh, time just rolls on and on Hold on, hold on\nWhen you need a shoulder to cry on\nWhen you get so sick of trying, just-a\nHold on tight to your dream\n \nWhen you get so down that you can\'t get up\nAnd you want so much, but you\'re all out of luck\nWhen you\'re so downhearted and misunderstood\nJust over and over and over you could, oh \n \nAccroche-toi à ton rêve\nAccroche-toi à ton rêve\nQuand tu vois ton bateau partir\nQuand tu sens ton cœur se briser\nAccroche-toi à ton rêve \n \nWhen you get so down that you can\'t get up\nAnd you want so much, but you\'re all out of luck\nWhen you\'re so downhearted and misunderstood\nJust over and over and over you could, yeah, yeah \n \nHold on tight to your dream, hey\nHold on tight to your dream, yeah\nWhen you see the shadows falling\nWhen you hear that cold wind calling\nHold on tight to your dream\n \nOoh, yeah\nHold on tight to your dream\nYeah, yeah\nHold on tight\nTo your dream3 ",0 +8762,FC_Kahuna___Hayling,calm, "Hayling \nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here\nDon\'t think about all those things you fear\nJust be glad to be here",2 +3597,Bloodpit___Platitude,sad, "Platitude Is there a light at the end of your life\nCan you see what happened here\nYou won\'t see me in a coffin\nI\'m to live by the brightest blaze\nTo live by the brightest blaze \nI see there ain\'t no sanctuary\nThere\'s no shelter\nThere\'s no grace \nI see there ain\'t no sanctuary\nThere\'s no shelter\nThere\'s no grace\nLove and hate, both blind but deep\nWhy can\'t you see what\'s going on\nThe long centuries in an hour\nAs I close my tired eyes \nI see there ain\'t no sanctuary\nThere\'s no shelter\nThere\'s no grace \nI see there ain\'t no sanctuary\nThere\'s no shelter\nThere\'s no grace \nSo I spend these times in a shell",1 +7847,Ego_Likeness___You_Better_Leave_the_Stars_Alone,sad, "You Better Leave The Stars Alone It\'s a long way down\nAnd everything\'s broken\nIt\'s crazy what some will do for love \nIt\'s a long day coming\nAnd the stone is crumbling\nDo you fear what you might find on the other side? \nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone\nIt\'s a long way down\nAnd the dark road is a serpent\nBut you and I are not so different \nIt\'s a long day coming\nAnd your faith is crumbling\nDo you fear what you might find if you look inside? \nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone \nAnd some give us names\nAnd some give us chains\nAnd some just try to give us away in vain \nBut we might be maidens\nWe might be Queens\nBut we are not made to realize your dreams \nYou can wish what you want\nLet us guide you home\nBut we are not yours\nYou better leave the stars alone",1 +3958,Bouncing_Souls___Better_Things,happy, "Better Things Here\'s wishing you the bluest skies\nAnd hoping something better comes tomorrow\nHoping all the verses rhyme\nThe very best of choruses to\nFollow all that doubt and sadness\nI know that better things are on the way \nHere\'s hoping all the days ahead\nWon\'t be as bitter as the ones behind you\nBe an optimist instead\nAnd somehow happiness will find you\nForget what happened yesterday\nI know that better things are on the way\nIt\'s really good to see you rocking out and having fun\nLiving like you\'ve just begun\nAccept your life and what it brings\nI hope tomorrow you find better things\nI know tomorrow you\'ll find better things \nHere\'s wishing you the bluest skies\nAnd hoping something better comes tomorrow\nHoping all the verses rhyme\nThe very best of choruses to\nFollow all the doubt and sadness\nI know that better things are on their way \nIt\'s really good to see you rocking out and having fun\nLiving like you\'ve just begun\nAccept your life and what it brings\nI hope tomorrow you find better things\nI know tomorrow you\'ll find better things\nI know tomorrow you\'ll find better things \nForget what happened yesterday\nI know that better things are on their way \nI know you got a lot of good things happening up ahead\nThe past is gone, it\'s all been said\nSo here\'s to what the future brings\nI hope tomorrow you\'ll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you\'ll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you\'ll find better things\nI hope tomorrow you\'ll find better things\nI know tomorrow you\'ll find better things",0 +8427,Enya___Paint_The_Sky_With_Stars,sad, "Paint the Sky With Stars \nSuddenly before my eyes\nHues of indigo arise\nWith them how my spirit sighs\nPaint the sky with stars \n \nOnly night will ever know\nWhy the heavens never show\nAll the dreams there are to know\nPaint the sky with stars\n \nWho has placed the midnight sky\nSo a spirit has to fly?\nAs the heavens seem so far\nNow who will paint the midnight star? \n \nNight has brought to those who sleep\nOnly dreams they cannot keep\nI have legends in the deep\nPaint the sky with stars \n \n \nWho has placed the midnight sky\nSo a spirit has to fly?\nAs the heavens seem so far\nNow who will paint the midnight star? \n \nPlace a name upon the night\nOne to set your heart alight\nAnd to make the darkness bright\nPaint the sky with stars ",1 +5984,Crazy_Town___Drowning,sad, "Drowning [Verse 1: Shifty Shellshock, Bret Epic Mazur]\nEverything is so complex\nEveryday is like a test\nFull of obstacles that seem almost impossible\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another breath\nNot a minute left, how long have I been drifting?\nPass the glass pipe, hit the flash light now break it\nPeople say I\'m a star but I still think I\'ll never make it\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another prayer\nNot a second left, I feel there\'s something missing\n[Chorus: Bret Epic Mazur]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? \n[Verse 2: Shifty Shellshock, Bret Epic Mazur]\nI\'ve been to hell and back lookin\' for the answers to life\nLookin\' at myself tryin to get things right\nAnd I\'m feelin\' just another breath\nNot a minute left, I feel the darkness lifting\nThere was a time that I questioned if I\'d ever be alright\nRunnin\' gettin\' high, stayin\' trapped by sleepless nights\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another breath\nNot a minute left I feel there\'s something missing\nI\'m running from myself and all the things I don\'t like\nLivin\' every night, like it\'s the last night\nAnd I\'m thinkin\', just another prayer\nNot a second left, I need to stop resisting \n[Chorus: Bret Epic Mazur]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\n [Bridge: Shifty Shellshock, Bret Epic Mazur]\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide\nDrowning in the drama, lost in the line\nSwept by the currents of life\nAm I drowning, am I drowning?\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? \n[Chorus: Bret Epic Mazur, Shifty Shellshock]\nSometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me\nWhen all the answers that I see go around me\nAm I drowning, am I fading away\nOr am I livin\' up to all your dreams that made me this way\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? Drowning in the drama, lost in the line\nAm I drowning, am I drowning? Swept by the currents of life, caught in the riptide ",1 +2225,Axel_Rudi_Pell___Ashes_from_the_Oath,calm, "Ashes from the Oath \nSilent night, we saw the rainbow in the sky\nFilled with hope, ready to cry\nRoaring thunder, and the moon was passing by\nCrack in the wall, light in the sky\nEarly morning, and the strangers sailed away\nWe don\'t want another day\nWe looked for truth, for the reasons of our fate\nAll reply we got was hate, yeah \n \n \nThe black light\'s calling, and the moon eclipsed the sun\nEndless dreams, nowhere to run\nWe tried to get out, we\'re lost under the gun\nIn the chance waiting for dawn\nBurning candles, smoke filled up the air\nWe called the fire to help us there\nKings and queens, the illusions of our dreams\nSurrounded by the fear, that the end is coming near \n \nAll we need is the answer\nFrom the lost world of home\nAnd we pray till the morning\nOn the ashes from the oath\nThe ashes from the oath \n \n \nEarly morning, the strangers sailed away\nWe don\'t want another day\nWe looked for truth, for the reasons of our fate\nThe only reply we got was hate \n \nAll we need is the answer\nFrom the lost world of home\nAnd we pray till the morning\nOn the ashes from the oath, yeah\nAnd we search for tomorrow\nFor our lives, and our sins\nAnd our praying still goes on and on\nOn the ashes from the oath\nThe ashes from the oath\n ",2 +467,Agnostic_Front___Gotta_Go,happy, "Gotta Go From the east coast to the west coast\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nTrue sounds of a revolution\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nIn our hearts and in our souls\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nUnited we stand, divided we fall\nGotta, gotta, gotta go \nCan\'t keep touch with you or me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNeed sense of security\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nWant to live my life for me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nWhy can\'t they just let me be\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nSay I\'m crazy, just brain dead\nPlanting thoughts within my head\nCan\'t believe what I\'ve said\nWhat has become of me\nWhat has become of me \nDon\'t believe what you\'ve been told\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNever seen no streets paved in gold\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nMindless violence ruined me\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nNo such thing as something free\nGotta, gotta, gotta go \nSay I\'m crazy, just brain dead\nPlanting thoughts within my head\nCan\'t believe what I\'ve said\nWhat has become of me\nWhat has become of me \nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get out of here\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nGotta, gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get out of here\n I gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta go\nI gotta, gotta get\nOut of here ",0 +7696,Echoing_Green__The___Winter,calm, "Winter The lonliness is never kind\nEverytime the shadows cross my mind\nAnd chills they trace my spine \nThe night is cold\nThe pain is old\nEmbracing all the hopes I hold\nIntentions go untold...\nCan I? \nFly away, cry away\nLet the tearfall drench your skin\nFly away from the day\nThat your heart got stranded in\nFly away, cry away\nLet the tearfall drench your skin\nFly away from all the grey\nOf the winter that you\'re in\nIs this the endless ride\nThe hell inside\nAnd no one to confide\nAnd innocence has died \nAnd all the prayers that I have yet to say\nAnd all the grace I\'ve\nSomehow pushed away\nIf I look up today... can ? \nAll songs c 2003 songs from planet earth",2 +3776,Bob_Dylan___Pretty_PeggyO,calm, "Pretty Peggy-O \nI\'ve been around this whole country\nBut I never yet found Fenneario \n \nWell, as we marched down, as we marched down\nWell, as we marched down to Fennerio\nWell, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove\nHer name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O \n \nWell, what will your mother say, what will your mother say\nWhat will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O\nWhat will your mother say to know you\'re going away\nYou\'re never, never, never coming back-io ?\n \nCome a-running down your stairs\nCome a-running down your stairs\nCome a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O\nCome a-running down your stairs\nCombing back your yellow hair\nYou\'re the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io \n \nThe lieutenant he has gone\nThe lieutenant he has gone\nThe lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O\nThe lieutenant he has gone, long gone\nHe\'s a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo \n \nWell, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead\nOur captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O\nWell, our captain he is dead, died for a maid\nHe\'s buried somewhere in Louisiana-O",2 +3772,Bob_Dylan___Gates_Of_Eden,sad, "Gates of Eden \nOf war and peace the truth just twists\nIts curfew gull it glides\nUpon four-legged forest clouds\nThe cowboy angel rides\nWith his candle lit into the sun\nThough its glow is waxed in black\nAll except when 'neath the trees of Eden \n \nThe lamppost stands with folded arms\nIts iron claws attached\nTo curbs 'neath holes where babies wail\nThough it shadows metal badge\nAll and all can only fall\nWith a crashing but meaningless blow\nNo sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden\n \nThe savage soldier sticks his head in sand\nAnd then complains\nUnto the shoeless hunter who\'s gone deaf\nBut still remains\nUpon the beach where hound dogs bay\nAt ships with tattooed sails\nHeading for the Gates of Eden \n \nWith a time-rusted compass blade\nAladdin and his lamp\nSits with Utopian hermit monks\nSidesaddle on the Golden Calf\nAnd on their promises of paradise\nYou will not hear a laugh\nAll except inside the Gates of Eden \n \nRelationships of ownership\nThey whisper in the wings\nTo those condemned to act accordingly\nAnd wait for succeeding kings\nAnd I try to harmonize with songs\nThe lonesome sparrow sings\nThere are no kings inside the Gates of Eden\n \nThe motorcycle Black Madonna\nTwo-wheeled gypsy queen\nAnd her silver-studded phantom cause\nThe gray flannel dwarf to scream\nAs he weeps to wicked birds of prey\nWho pick up on his bread crumb sins\nAnd there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden \n \nThe kingdoms of Experience\nIn the precious winds they rot\nWhile paupers change possessions\nEach one wishing for what the other has got\nAnd the princess and the prince discuss\nWhat\'s real and what is not\nIt doesn\'t matter inside the Gates of Eden \n \nThe foreign sun, it squints upon\nA bed that is never mine\nAs friends and other strangers\nFrom their fates try to resign\nLeaving men wholly, totally free\nTo do anything they wish to do but die\nAnd there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden\n \nAt dawn my lover comes to me\nAnd tells me of her dreams\nWith no attempts to shovel the glimpse\nInto the ditch of what each one means\nAt times I think there are no words\nBut these to tell what\'s true\nAnd there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden2 ",1 +118,A_Tribe_Called_Quest___Electric_Relaxation,happy, "Electric Relaxation [Produced by A Tribe Called Quest] \n \nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down \n \nHoney, check it out, you got me mesmerized\nWith your black hair and your fat-ass thighs\nStreet poetry is my everyday\nBut yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way\nIf I was workin\' at the club, you would not pay\nA-yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somethin\' to say\n \nI like \'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian\nName is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation\nTold you in the jam that we can get down\nNow let\'s knock the boots like the group H-Town\nYou got BBD all on your bedroom wall\nBut I\'m above the rim, and this is how I ball\nA gritty little somethin\' on the New York street\nThis is how I represent over this here beat\nTalking \'bout you.. \n \nYo, I took you out\nBut sex was on my mind for the whole damn route\nMy mind was in a frenzy and a horny state\nBut I couldn\'t drop dimes \'cause you couldn\'t relate\n \nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down You couldn\'t relate\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down You couldn\'t relate\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down \n \nStretch out your legs, let me make you bawl\nDrive you insane, drive you up the wall\nStarin\' at your dome-piece, very strong\nStronger than pride, stronger than Teflon\nTake you on the Ave. and you buy me links\nNow I wanna pound the poontang until it stinks\nYou can be my mama and I\'ll be your boy\n \nOriginal rude boy, never am I coy\nYou can be a shorty in my ill convoy\nNot to come across as a thug or a hood\nBut hun, you got the goods, like Madelyne Woods\nBy the way, my name\'s Malik, the Five-Foot Freak\nLet\'s say we get together by the end of the week?\nShe simply said, No , labelled me a hoe\nI said, How you figure? , My friends told me so \nI hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap\nWord to God, hun, I don\'t get down like that \n \nI\'ll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak\nOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep. in my Jeep\nKeep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet\nSee, I\'m not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets \n \nIf my mom don\'t approve, then I\'ll just elope\nLet me save the little man from inside the boat\nLet me hit it from the back, girl, I won\'t catch a hernia\nBust off on your couch, now you got Seaman\'s Furniture \n \nShaheed, Phife and the Extra P\nStacy Beadle, PJ and my man LG\nThey know the Abstract is really soul on ice\nThe character is of men, never ever of mice\nShorty, let me tell you \'bout my only vice\nIt has to do with lots of lovin\', and it ain\'t nothin\' nice\n \nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down It ain\'t nothin\' nice\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down It ain\'t nothin\' nice\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down\nRelax yourself, girl, please settle down112 ",0 +6078,Cult_Of_Luna___Dim,sad, "Dim From the skyline dark clouds move in\nThey shroud me with her cold cover\nEyes like daggers puncture the skin\nIsolated in a room with no others \nWhere do I turn when all hope is lost?\nWhere do I find forgiveness?\nMy search for salvation has begun\nTo find a place where our hearts beat as one ",1 +8726,Exodus___Iconoclasm,anger, "Iconoclasm Man creates the god\nAnd the god destroys the man\nBetrayed by their own invention\nThe shepherd butches the lamb\nA lion at the head of an army\nOf sheep when comes time to feed\nLike Saturn devoured his children\nThey\'re consumed by belief \nI am the chosen one\nAnd I hold the key\nBehold the prodigal son\nThis good I do lives long after me\nLet iconoclasm set you free\nChrist is the same yesterday\nAnd today, forever a lie\nThey concocted the heavens\nTo keep all the puppets in line\nNarcotic, addictive desire\nTo believe they won\'t go to hell\nA dog that has bitten its master\nThat it once knew so well \nFigment of imagination\nOracle of ignorance\nCorrupter of society\nKiller of reason and innocence\nAn object of man\'s creation\nMade to fill the hole inside\nBut that abyss has only been opened wide \n \nWolves they guard the flock\nAnd they slaughter the sick and the weak\nSorrow is all that they find\nWhen salvation is all that they seek\nThe truth is the greatest lord\nWhere no fool commands the wise\nReligion ten times undone\nNo room for compromise 1 ",3 +3873,Bon_Jovi___Its_My_Life,happy, "', 'default\'",0 +7388,Donald_Byrd___Think_Twice,calm, "Think Twice \nMaybe we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nNo need to sacrifice the spice in our lives, ooh ooh\nYour love\'s like fire and ice, pretty baby\nThat\'s why we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nThink twice, think twice \n[Bridge: Donald Byrd, Fonce Mizell & Freddie Perren]\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI really love you\nYou know it\'s true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI really love you\nYou know it\'s true\n \nMaybe we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nNo need to sacrifice the spice in our lives, ooh ooh\nYour love\'s like fire and ice\nThat\'s why we oughta think twice\nBefore we start something nice\nThink twice, think twice \n[Bridge: Donald Byrd, Fonce Mizell & Freddie Perren]\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nSaid I really love you\nYou know it\'s true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI said I really love you\nYou know it\'s true\nI really love you\nYou know I do\nI said I really love you\nYou know it\'s true \n \n \nYou know I love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice\nI really love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice\nI really love you, baby\nYou know it\'s true, think twice\nYou know I love you, baby\nYou know I do, think twice",2 +2196,Avril_Lavigne___Contagious,happy, "Contagious \nUh-oh\nUh-oh \n \nWhen you\'re around, I don\'t know what to do\nI do not think that I can wait\nTo go over and to talk to you\nI do not know what I should say \n \nAnd I walk out in silence\nThat\'s when I start to realize\nWhat you bring to my life\nDamn, this guy can make me cry\n \nIt\'s so contagious\nI cannot get it out of my mind\nIt\'s so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nAll the time \n \nUh-oh\nUh-oh \n \nThey all say that you\'re no good for me Good for me\nBut I\'m too close to turn around\nI\'ll show them they don\'t know anything Know anything\nI think I got you figured out \n \nSo I walk out in silence\nThat\'s when I start to realize\nWhat you bring to my life\nDamn, this guy can make me smile \n \nIt\'s so contagious\nI cannot get it out of my mind\nIt\'s so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nI\'ll give you everything\nI\'ll treat you right\nIf you just give me a chance\nI can prove I\'m right \n \nIt\'s so contagious Hey, hey\nI cannot get it out of my mind Out of my mind\nIt\'s so outrageous\nYou make me feel so high\nIt\'s so contagious Hey, hey\nI cannot get it out of my mind Out of my mind\nIt\'s so outrageous \n \nYou make me feel so high\nAll the time1 ",0 +9649,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Rookie_Of_The_Year,happy, "Rookie of the Year The promise that he made\nLeft broken on the floor\nThe bruise left round your heart\nLeft you begging for more \nThe promise that he made\nLeft broken on the floor\nThe bruise left round your heart\nLeft you begging for more \nLeft you begging for more\nThank you for making me worthless in your eyes\nIn hope and desperation\nI\'ll find my only light\nIn your white wedding dress\nIn your white wedding dress \nThank you for making this the best day of my life\nIn hope and desperation\nI\'ll find my only light\nIn your white wedding dress\nIn your white wedding dress \nAnd in the mess of all we\'ve seen\nI am open to everything \n \nHope and desperation\nMy only light \nAnd time will take us all\nAnd drown us in its wake\nAnd clearly I will stay\nAnd wipe the blood from your\nWhite wedding dress wipe the blood from your...\nYour white wedding dress wipe the blood from your...",0 +4854,Carnifex___Sadistic_Embrace,anger, "Sadistic Embrace Since the beginning I\'ve been thinking of a way\nSince the beginning I knew I couldn\'t change\nSince the beginning I\'ve been thinking of a way\nSince the beginning I knew I couldn\'t change \nI knew from day one that this never had a chance\nIt\'s all fake, all in the past\nPartial understanding of my forced identity\nOf my forced identity \nI\'m dead inside and it\'s all I\'ll ever be\nI\'m dead inside and it\'s all I\'ll ever be\nI gave up everything, I gave it all away\nGave it all away\nPartial understanding of my forced identity\nAll we have is false hope\nAll we have is false hope \nAll we have is false hope\nAll we have is false hope",3 +9106,Fiona_Apple___Slow_Like_Honey,happy, "TranslationsFrançaisSlow Like Honey \nYou moved like honey in my dream last night\nYeah, some old fires were burning\nYou came near to me and you endeared to me\nBut you couldn\'t quite discern me \n \nDoes that scare you? I\'ll let you run away\nBut your heart will not oblige you\nYou\'ll remember me like a melody\nYeah, I\'ll haunt the world inside you\n \nAnd my big secret\nGonna win you over\nSlow like honey\nHeavy with mood \n \nI\'ll let you see me, I\'ll covet your regard\nI\'ll invade your demeanor\nAnd you\'ll yield to me like a scent in the breeze\nAnd you\'ll wonder what it is about me \n \nIt\'s my big secret\nKeeping you coming\nSlow like honey\nHeavy with mood \n \nThough dreams can be deceiving\nLike faces are to hearts\nThey serve for sweet relieving\nWhen fantasy and reality lie too far apart \n \nSo I stretch myself across like a bridge\nAnd I pull you to the edge\n \nAnd stand there waiting\nTrying to attain\nThe end to satisfy the story\nShall I release you?\nMust I release you?\nAs I rise to meet my glory \n \nBut my big secret\nGonna hover over your life\nGonna keep you reaching\nWhen I\'m gone like yesterday\nWhen I\'m high like heaven\nWhen I\'m strong like music\n\'Cause I\'m slow like honey\nAnd heavy with mood7 ",0 +7236,Diorama___DEFINITION_POWER,sad, "Definition Power We hold the course to glory and fame\nWe are the shining inversion too pathetic, wondering\nYou\'re on the wrong track, we\'re on the right\nIf you don\'t change your horizon you will surely suffocate\nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new\nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nDon\'t get us dazed with genuine truth\nYou\'re complicating the plan\nAnd we don\'t blame noone with this\nDon\'t read the small print\nDon\'t turn away\nJust be a copy and paste\nJust be a cosmopolitan\nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new\nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nThis is your grave now lie in it\nLook at the stars and rest a bit\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world\nWe own the definition power\nWe rule the situation\nYou\'re a vector, a value, a visitor\nYou\'re a parameter, a parameter\n We own the definition power\nWe rule the situation\nYou\'re a vector, a value, a visitor\nYou\'re a parameter, a parameter \nYou used to say you wanted to\nYou used to say you needed so bad\nYou used to say you wanted to\nIgnore the old you welcome in the new \nTake on the shell you grow into\nThere is a sense but not for you\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world \nThis is your grave now lie in it\nLook at the stars and rest a bit\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world \nYou don\'t need friends and enemies\nNo self reliance, no abilites\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world \nYou don\'t need friends and enemies\nNo self reliance, no abilities\nWhat a wonderful world\nWhat a wonderful world3 ",1 +5384,Christian_Kjellvander___While_The_Birches_Weep,sad, "While the birches weep My eyes have seen more beauty than my heart could ever hold\nOutside and all around us a picture no camera can take and it is cold\nBut we all have stories of fires that we love to tell\nBut it\'s the fires within the fires that drew me to you \nAs to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes\nWhen all that love is lifted from your eye \nFound ourselves a village after thousand nights a blur\nFell right before me and I could see here from her\nThere are angels passing thorugh trying to grab a hold of you\nBut we both stand aside like old lovers do\nAs to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes\nWhen all that love is lifted from your eye \nBury you in the yard, bury you in my arms and watch you sleep\nCarry you thorugh the yard, carry you in my arms\nWhile birches weep",1 +8353,Enrique_Iglesias___Bailamos,happy, "Bailamos \nEsta noche bailamos\nTe doy toda mi vida\nQuédate conmigo \n \nTonight we dance\nI lay my life in your hands\nWe take the floor\nNothing is forbidden anymore\n \nDon\'t let the world in outside\nDon\'t let a moment go by\nNothing can stop us tonight \n \nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío, te quiero \n \nTonight, I\'m yours\nWe can make it happen, I\'m so sure\nI won\'t let it go\nThere is something I think you should know\nI won\'t be leaving your side\nWe\'re gonna dance through the night\nI want to reach for the stars \n \nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío, te quiero\n \nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, tonight we dance\nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, like no tomorrow\nWhoa, oh-oh-oh, if you will stay with me\nTe quiero mi amor\nQuedate conmigo\nEsta noche, bailamos \n \nBailamos!\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mio\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nTe quiero amor mío \n \nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nLet the rhythm take you over, bailamos\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nTe quiero, amor mío\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nBailamos, wanna live this night forever, bailamos\nComo te quiero, como te quiero\nTe quiero, amor mío, te quiero, bailamos5 ",0 +2284,B_B_King___Sweet_Little_Angel,happy, "Sweet Little Angel I\'ve got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes got a sweet little angel\nI love the way she spread her wings\nYes, when she spreads her wings around me\nI get joy, and everything \nYou know I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nOh yes, I asked my baby for a nickel\nAnd she gave me a $20 bill\nWhoah, you know I ask her to buy a little drink of liquor\nAnd she gave me a whiskey still\nOh, if my baby should quit me\nI believe I would die\nOh if my baby should quit me\nLord I do believe I would die\nYes if you don\'t love me little angel\nPlease tell me the reason why 1 ",0 +6806,Death_From_Above_1979___If_We_Dont_Make_It_Well_Fake_It,anger, "If We Don’t Make It We’ll Fake It Tell me is my time wasted?\nOr am I okay?\nWould you be friends with me on any other day?\nWell, I know we\'ve been through this before\nBut I remember thinking we were through\nN-N-N-Nothing would matter if it was me and you\nIf we were naked we\'d make it yeah me and you\nDon\'t ever fake it or baby I say we\'re through\nIf I could shake it, I\'d shake it just for you\nIf we don\'t make it we\'ll fake it and see this through\nWhen this is going down I see you running out\nYou better keep your word or you can shut your...",3 +2994,Bic_Runga___Without_You,sad, "Without You Walk around the bathroom\nFill the sink\nWander round the kitchen\nMake a drink\nTo occupy my time\'s my only wish\nI\'ve rearranged the magnets, on my fridge \nWithout you now, without you now\nWithout you now, without you now \nJust can\'t make decisions\nThink what to do\nTurn on my television\nAnd think of you\nSplash my face with water\nBrush my teeth\nYour toothbrush gone from where it ought to be\nWithout you now, without you now\nWithout you now, without you now \nDo do do do\xad",1 +4417,Bruce_Dickinson___Arc_Of_Space,sad, "Arc of Space There on a lonely desert hilltop\nThe pilgrims huddle closer\nWaiting for a sign\nThe coming silver shrine\nThe arc of space and time \nTruth, the truth is never clear\nPerhaps again next year\nThe hope lives on\nBeneath the blazing sun\nOne day you\'ll come\nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIn my dreams somehow \nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIt\'s all a dream \nIn my heart, I reach you\nIn my heart, I reach out to you\nIn my heart, I touch the face of God\nIt\'s all a dream somehow \nTruth, the truth is never clear\nPerhaps again next year\nThe hope lives on\nBeneath the blazing sun\nOne day you\'ll come 2 ",1 +2127,Audioslave___Out_Of_Exile,sad, "Out of Exile \nWhen I first came to this island\nThat I called by my own name\nI was happy in this fortress\nIn my exile I remained\nBut the hours grew so empty\nAnd the ocean sent her waves\nIn the figure of a woman\nShe pulled me out to sea \n \nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you\'ll make me whole\nSend my soul away\n \nOn the altar of a sunrise\nWas a wedding in the waves\nAnd inside her shone a young light\nFrom her labor I was saved\nThough I\'ve traveled long in darkness\nIn her harvest I\'m embraced \n \nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you\'ll make me whole\nSend my soul away \n \nNow the spires and the gables\nGrow in orchards to the sky\nAnd the blessings on my table\nMultiply and divide \n \nWhen you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nWhen you come 'round you\'ll make me whole\nSend my soul away\n \nYeah, when you come down to take me home\nWhen you come 'round you\'ll make me whole\nYeah, when you come down to take me home\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away\nSend my soul away ",1 +9234,Floetry___Imagination,calm, "Imagination \nMusic\nThere are so many things we can do\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nJust use your imagination, you are creation \n \nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination Use it, babe\n \nClose your eyes Close your eyes\nLet your expectations fade\nI\'m your favorite memory I\'m your favorite\nRemember me Oh\nNever again have you felt this way\nLets improvise\nIf you know how baby\nI can be you everything \n \nIf you can\'t recall\nI can show you who you are\nI see who you are I see you\nI see your empire, I see you so much higher\nIt\'s time to grow, baby Use your imagination \n \nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse you imagination\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves Make moves, just use your imagination\nUse your imagination\n \nThere are so many things that we can do You can do them\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, touch Ooh, make moves \n \nOpen your mind, let your knowingness free\nI\'m your favorite melody, listen to me\nInside me is the universe, lets explore\nSearching for evidence of a higher life force \n \nIf you can\'t recall\nI can show you who you are\nI see who you are I see you\nSo let me nurture your reality\nIt\'s time to grow, baby Use your imagination \n \nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves\nUse you imagination\nThere are so many things that we can do\nUse your imagination\nYou can taste, you can touch, you can make moves Just, ooh\nUse your imagination, yeah Use your imagination, use it, yeah\n \nIt\'s all perception my love\nAll is how we read it\nWe are more than we think\nDo you see? I am of the all, and the all is of me\nImagine that, now be, be \n \nUse your imagination Yeah\nUse your imagination Use your imagin—, use your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination\nUse your imagination Oh ",2 +475,Aimee_Mann___Medicine_Wheel,sad, "Medicine Wheel \nThe day you left and you called me bitch\nI called you selfish, better pull that switch\nPut my son on amphetamines\nHe came home crying and there\'s your proof\nCrying about nothing but a missing tooth\nI did the right thing\nYou shade the truth almost everyday\nPhone calls at night, it\'s going to be okay \n \nAre you signing baby, under the bridge?\nAre you signing baby, on Lake Street?\n \nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nEverything that\'s given, you steal \n \nMaybe you\'ll wake up in jail alone\nAnd hold the handle of the one pay phone\nAnd do the right thing\nLike I once tried, though I bent the truth\nA five dollar debt for a little lost tooth\nThere\'s the payback in front of me\n\'Cause once you were like a walking heart\nBreaking in motion through the parking lot \n \nAre you saddened baby, under the bridge?\nAre you saddened baby, on Lake Street? \n \nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 Words of encouragement are just as real\nSame effect as a smooth blue pill \n \nAre you signing baby, under the bridge\nAre you signing baby, on Lake Street \n \nBlack marker on cardboard\nLittle drawing of a medicine wheel\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nEverything that\'s given, you steal\nFrom me ",1 +3659,Blue_Oyster_Cult___I_Love_The_Night,sad, "I Love the Night \nThat night, her kiss told me it was over\nI walked out late into the dark\nThe misty gloom seems to soak up my sorrow\nThe further I went on, I felt a spreading calm\nThen suddenly my eyes were bathed in a light\nAnd the lovely lady in white was by my side\nShe said, Like me, I see you\'re walking alone -\nWon\'t you please stay? \nI couldn\'t look away\n \nShe said I love the night\nThe day is okay and the sun can be fun\nBut I live to see those rays slip away\nI love the night\nThere\'s so much that I can show and give to you\nIf you will welcome me tonight\nIf only you had been there, my dear\nWe could have shared this together \n \nNo mortal was meant to know such wonder\nOne look in the mirror told me so\nCome darkness, I\'ll see her again\nYes I\'m gonna go, \'cause now I know \n \nI love the night\nThe day is okay and the sun can be fun\nBut I live to see those rays slip away \n \nI love the night\nI love the night\nI love the night 5 ",1 +2347,Backstreet_Boys___All_I_Have_To_Give,happy, "All I Have To Give \nI don\'t know what he does to make you cry\nBut I\'ll be there to make you smile\nI don\'t have a fancy car to get to you\nI\'d walk a thousand miles\nI don\'t care if he buys you nice things\nDoes his gifts come from the heart?\nI don\'t know, but if you were my girl\nI\'d make it so we\'d never be apart \n \nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don\'t think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Give\n \nWhen you talk When you talk\nDoes it seem like he\'s not\nEven listening to a word you say?\nThat\'s okay baby, just tell me your problems\nI\'ll try my best to kiss them all away\nDoes he leave Does he leave\nWhen you need him the most?\nDoes his friends get all your time?\nBaby, please, I\'m on my knees\nPraying for the day that you\'ll be mine \n \nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don\'t think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Oh-oh, to you \n[Bridge: Nick, Howie, Brian & AJ]\nHey girl Hey girl\nI don\'t want you to cry no more inside\nAll the money in the world\nCould never add up to\nAll the love I have inside, inside of you \n[Break: Kevin, Brian, AJ & All]\nAnd I will give it to you\nAll I can give, all I can give\nAll, all, all, all, all\nEverything I have is for you\nYou, you, you, you, you, you\nYou\'re what I need My, my, my love is\nAll that I have to give All that I have is for you\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57 [Chorus: Brian, AJ, Nick & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nMy love is all\nWithout you I don\'t think I could live\nI don\'t think that I can live without you\nI wish I could give the world to you\nI would give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give\nIt\'s all that I have\nBut my love is all I have to give\nWithout you I don\'t think I could live\nI wish I could give the world to you\nBut love is all I have to give to you \n \nOh-oh-oh-oh! I have to give\nWithout you I don\'t think I can live\nGive my world to you, baby\nBut love is all I have to give\nThat\'s all I got to give \n[Outro: Howie, Brian & All]\nBut my love is all I have to give\nYeah, yeah\nWithout you I don\'t think I can live\nI don\'t think I can\'t live\nI wish I could give my world to you\nBut love is all I have to give Oh-oh, oh!4 ",0 +8989,Ferras___Rush,happy, "Rush \nI kissed your sweet lips\nI floated so high\nYour eyes looked at mine\nThe world froze in time\nWhat is this feeling?\nI am on cloud nine\nGuess I\'m still reeling\nFrom your body next to mine \n \nAnd it\'s a rush I can\'t explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I\'m ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don\'t wanna come down\nDon\'t wanna come down\n \nI know you\'re sleeping\nI wish you were right here\n\'Cause my bed\'s so empty\nI\'d hold you so close, dear\nAnd I sang my song to you\nYour smile was priceless\nWhat else can I do?\nI\'m a junkie over you \n \nIt\'s a rush I can\'t explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I\'m ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don\'t wanna come down \n \nIs it me, or is everything spinning?\nI\'m wide awake, but I must be dreaming\nIt\'s like you\'re some kind of drug\nTry to catch my breath, and see if I\'m still breathing\nTouch my heart, and make sure it\'s beating\nIt\'s like I\'m falling in love \n \nIt\'s a rush I can\'t explain\nLike you shot something crazy into my veins\nAnd I\'m ten feet off the ground\nAnd I don\'t\nNo, I don\'t\nI don\'t\nWanna come down\nI wanna come down\nGonna come down",0 +379,Adele___Daydreamer_album,sad, "Adele Adele Cleanup!25 is a recent release, and thus is in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, 19 and 21 are both shit. Need tons of work. But that\'s why this page exists! Each song will be judged from 0-5 on the annotation about the song, with 0 being empty/close to empty, 1 being in terrible shape covered completely in bad annotations, 2 being in meh shape halfway covered in bad annotations, 3 being in ok shape has some of both, 4 being in pretty good shape mostly Genius 'tates, and 5 being in perfect, lockable shape. 5 is what we\'re shooting for! \n\nCheck out the tracklist for their albums below. Note that this includes an artist bio and album descriptions!Artist Description Cleaning Up Credits Meta Pages\n19Album description\n1. Daydreamer\n2. Best For Last\n3. Chasing Pavements\n4. Cold Shoulder\n5. Crazy For You\n6. Melt My Heart To Stone\n7. First Love\n8. Right As Rain\n9. Make You Feel My Love\n10. My Same\n11. Tired\n12. Hometown Glory21Album description\n1. Rolling in the Deep\n2. Rumour Has It\n3. Turning Tables\n4. Don\'t You Remember\n5. Set Fire to the Rain\n6. He Won\'t Go\n7. Take It All\n8. I\'ll Be Waiting\n9. One And Only\n10. Lovesong\n11. Someone Like You\n12. I Found a Boy25Album description\n1. Hello\n2. Send My Love To Your New Lover\n3. I Miss You\n4. When We Were Young\n5. Remedy\n6. Water Under The Bridge\n7. River Lea\n8. Love In The Dark\n9. Million Years Ago\n10. All I Ask\n11. Sweetest Devotion\n12. Can\'t Let Go\n13. Lay Me Down\n14. Why Do You Love Me 6 ",1 +4144,Bratmobile___Queenie,happy, "Queenie Hip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so \nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI\'m the apple of his eye\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI\'m the apple of his eye\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI\'m the apple of his eye\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so \nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nHip kids know just where to go\nI\'m the one who tells them so\nSweeter than sugar, cuter than pie\nI\'m the apple of his eye \nQueenie is my name",0 +3602,Blu_Cantrell___Unhappy,sad, "Unhappy \nHere we go again\nI\'m going through it with my man\nIt seems like everything I do \nI can never please you\nEveryday you keep\nBreaking me down\nWhy you still staying around \nFront to back\nInside out\nHead-to-toe\nIf this ain\'t what you want\nThen you should go\n \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the way I am\nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the way I dress \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith all of my friends\nThen why don\'t you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me? \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the way I am\nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the way I dress \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don\'t you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me? \n \nWe used to be best friends\nNow three years\nIs coming to an end\n Feels like I\'m wasting my time\nTrying to get you to treat me right\nTelling me I can\'t cook no more\nYou don\'t kiss me\nWhen I walk through the door \nI\'m still the same girl\nYou fell in love with\nThe same one\nThat put up that\'s been\nPutting up with your bullshit \n \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the way I look\nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the things I cook \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don\'t you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me? \nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith how I style my hair\nIf you\'re so unhappy\nWith the clothes I wear\nIf you\'re so unhappy\nBeing my man\nThen why don\'t you leave?\nCan you feel me, feel me? \n \nYou\'re gonna realize that one day\nYou were wrong\nTo treat me that way\nNothing good gonna come to you \n\'Til you know what it is to be true\nBetter be careful what you do\n\'Cuz everything you do\nComes double back to you \nSo the next girl\nThat comes your way\nGive her more love\nThan you gave me \n ",1 +8646,Eve_6___Promise,anger, "Promise Sleeping through the evening singing dreams inside my head\nI\'m heading out I\'ve got some ins\nWho say they care and they just might\nI run away with you if things don\'t go as planned\nPlanning big could be a gamble I\'ve already rolled the dice\nI spit, stutter stuff and clutter worries in my worried corner\nMaladjusted, just, untrusted, rusted\nSometimes brilliant busted thoughts\nThink I\'ll stay for a while I\'m intrigued\nAnd I\'m red as a newborn white as a corpse\nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I\'m looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to let you down \nI am elated I am all smiles and dated\nIn my man bites dog town with a Spanish name\nI am all bone I am two toned red as a newborn white as a corpse \nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I\'m looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to let you down\nso let me down... slow \nWhy you gotta keep the fan on high when it\'s cold outside\nJust want to let you know that I\'m still a fan, get it?\nEverybody wants charm and a smile and a promise\nI promise not to try \nI promise not to try not to fuck with your mind\nI promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine\nI promise not to lie if I\'m looking you straight in the eye\nI promise not to try not to not to not to leave \nPromise not to try\nNot to leave\nPromise not to try\nNot to not to leave\nPromise not to try\nI won\'t leave\nI won\'t leave 1 ",3 +1185,Anastacia___Whyd_You_Lie_To_Me,happy, "Why’d You Lie to Me Why\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye \nYou used to treat me like a queen\nSaid I was your everything\nPromised me that you would never cheat on me\nBut I found a number on the floor\nAnd I won\'t take it no more\nMade me feel so crazy\nThinking you\'d be true to me yeah\nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek and\nLet you play me I thought you were different\nBut you\'re like the rest\nIt\'s true!\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye \nWoah, last time you played me like a fool\nNow it\'s time I loose my cool\nAin\'t no way you\'ll ever get another chance\nWhy do you just claim to be so true\nWhen I gave my world to you\nAll you wanna do is hang out on the edge of the line\nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek and\nLet you play me But I flipped it up for you \nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye \nTell me baby Did you really think that\nI would maybe I turn the other cheek -haha\nLet you feel me Oh, but I flipped it up for you\n Why\'d you lie to me\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nWhy\'d you why\'d you lie to me?! \nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye \nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye \nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou can\'t be trusted good for nothin\' type of brother\nEverything you claim to be was a lie...lie\nWhy\'d you lie to me\nYou\'d been creeping, sneaking, sleeping with another\nMessed up it\'s time to leave so bye...bye\nDon\'t leave me...\nOoooohhhhhh... ",0 +8554,Esthetic_Education___The_King_is_Dead,sad, "The King is Dead A la guerre comme á la guerre\nTout est foutu \nHow strange was the woman\nWith the crooked nose\nWho read your future\nIn the palm of your hand\nOne fine day you were\nWalking in a gipsy fair\nAnd found out your destiny\nIsn\'t it really strange\nThat a woman can see the future\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThese words engraved in your mind\nA prediction of old age and fame\nIn the third of your life a wife \nAnd daughter by your side\nYou will travel and be amazed\nHow strange these happenstances\nFor a penny your future coming around \nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe river runs great flood\nOf tears and birds overhead \nEverything is changing\nNothing stays the same\nThere\'s nothing to fear, all is well \nThe king is dead, the queen\nIs crying and birds fly overhead\nThe river runs great flood\nOf tears and birds overhead\n Don\'t be afraid\nDon\'t be afraid \nEverything changes\nEverything goes ",1 +6164,Cyndi_Lauper___Walk_On_By,calm, "Walk on By If you see me walking down the street\nAnd I start to cry each time we meet\nWalk on by, walk on by \nMake believe\nThat you don\'t see the tears\nJust let me grieve\nIn private 'cause each time I see you\nI break down and cry\nAnd walk on by don\'t stop\nAnd walk on by don\'t stop\nAnd walk on by\nI just can\'t get over losing you\nAnd so if I seem broken and blue\nWalk on by, walk on by \nFoolish pride\nIs all that I have left\nSo let me hide\nThe tears and the sadness you gave me\nWhen you said goodbye\nWalk on by\nAnd walk on by\nAnd walk by don\'t stop \nWalk on by, walk on by\nFoolish pride\nIs all that I have left\nSo let me hide\nThe tears and the sadness you gave me\nWhen you said goodbye\nWalk on by don\'t stop\nAnd walk on by don\'t stop\nAnd walk by don\'t stop",2 +6355,Daniel_Bedingfield___Wrap_My_Words_Around_You,happy, "Wrap My Words Around You \nIs it fair to write a song to a woman?\nIs it fair play to try to win her heart?\nIs it right to bring her sonnets in the morning time?\nTo express the first few longings when they start\nTo express the first few longings when they start\nIs it love to let her feeling rise to catch you?\nIs it okay when her heart begins to fall?\nWould you blame me if I wrap my words around you girl?\nWould I wrong you to say anything at all?\nWould I wrong you to say anything at all?\n \nBut if I wrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nIf I wrap my words around you\nWould you stay, would you stay, would you?\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nIf I wrap my words around you\nWould you stay, would it play with your heart? \n \nAm I a hunter if I send poems to please you?\nAm I a cad if I mean everything I say?\nShould I even let you know this song\'s about you girl?\nJust because I want to see you smile today\nAnd my words may bind you to me much too tightly\nAnd you may choke upon them if we fall apart\nIt\'s not fair to write a song to a woman, no\nBecause a woman takes a song into her heart\nBecause a woman takes a song into her heart \n \nSo let me wrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nTill you stay, till you stay, let me\nWrap my words around you\nWrap my words around you\nDarling, wrap my words around you\nTill you stay, would it play with your heart",0 +9397,Fountains_Of_Wayne___Halleys_Waitress,calm, "Halley’s Waitress Halley\'s waitress\nNever comes around\nShe\'s hiding in the kitchen\nShe\'s nowhere to be found\nI just want some coffee\nIs that too much to ask?\nHalley\'s waitress\nIs not up to the task \nAnd when she finally appears\nIt\'s like she\'s been away for years\nIt\'s been so long\nSo long\nDarling don\'t you know\nWe miss you when you\'re gone\nSo long\nSo long\nDarling don\'t you know\nWe miss you when you\'re gone\nAhhh \nHalley\'s waitress\nHas vanished once again\nShe\'s talking to her agent\nShe\'s calling all her friends\nForget about the coffee\nI\'ll just take a check\nHalley\'s waitress\nYou know you\'ll get yours yet \nIt\'s been so long\nSo long\nDarling don\'t you know\nWe miss you when you\'re gone\nSo long\nSo long\nDarling don\'t you know\nWe miss you when you\'re gone\nAhhh",2 +6648,David_Sylvian___Mother_And_Child,sad, "Mother And Child \nShadows form knights and pawns upon the squares\nBlood is drawn up from the well\nSecret signs brought the crime right to your door\nAn innocent guilty as hell \n \nOh, the cot is open wide\nDamp with milk and honey\nGone the mother and the child\nIn Jesus name\n \n \nOh, the cot is open wide\nDamp with milk and honey\nGone the mother and the child\nIn Jesus name \n \nShould they be waiting there on my return\nI may run into their arms\nWalking on a razor\'s edge, unconcerned\nGame is lost again, I\'ll never learn",1 +2213,Avril_Lavigne___Forgotten,sad, "Forgotten \nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh \n \nI\'m givin\' up on everything\nBecause you messed me up\nDon\'t know how much you screwed it up\nYou never listen\nThat\'s just too bad\nBecause I\'m movin\' on, I won\'t forget\nYou were the one that was wrong\nI know I need to step up and be strong\nDon\'t patronize me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n \nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah \n \nOh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh \n \nGotta get away\nThere\'s no point in thinking about yesterday\nIt\'s too late now, it won\'t ever be the same\nWe\'re so different now\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah \n \nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83 \nI know I wanna run away\nI know I wanna run away, run away\nIf only I could run away\nIf only I could run away, run away\nI told you what I wanted\nI told you what I wanted, what I wanted\nBut I was forgotten\nI won\'t be forgotten\nNever again \n \nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nDo you get it now? \n \nHave you forgotten\nEverything that I wanted?\nDo you forget it now?\nYou never got it\nDo you get it now?\nHave you forgotten?\nDo you get it now?\n \nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForgotten, yeah, yeah, yeah4 ",1 +2676,Beirut___Prenzlauerberg,happy, "Prenzlauerberg And oh, it\'s so alone and I\nI cry but I [?] \nI came through tonight for a girl like you\nAnd all this advice has fallen through\n[?]\nI watch and wait as I let more time decide \nAnd so alone...\nI cry but I could not...\n[?]",0 +9314,Foo_Fighters___Free_Me,happy, "Free Me \nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me, yeah \n \nBeautiful prisoner, left here for dead\nPromises made and sentences read\nVoices and visions are locked in my head\nLike a safe full of sorrow\nAll of the words that we dare never speak\nAll of our ghosts and the secrets we keep\nGather them all we\'ll bury them deep\nLike a safe full of sorrow\n \nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me \n \nOne for forever\nOne in your name\nOne to remember\nWe\'re one and the same\nOne to forget, but it always remains\nLike a safe full of sorrow \n \nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me \n \nCould you free what\'s keepin\' you?\nWell, I need somebody to \n \nFree me, Free me\nFree me, Free me\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n \nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me\nFree me right now\nYou take me away, take it from me \n \nCould you free what\'s keepin\' you?\nWell, I need somebody too \n \nFree me, Free me\nFree me, Free me\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah ",0 +5219,Chet_Baker___I_fall_in_love_too_easily,happy, "TranslationsTürkçeI Fall In Love Too Easily I fall in love too easily\nI fall in love too fast\nI fall in love too terribly hard\nFor love to ever last\nMy heart should be well-schooled\n\'Cause I\'ve been fooled in the past\nBut still I fall in love so easily\nI fall in love too fast \nMy heart should be well-schooled\n\'Cause I\'ve been fooled in the past\nBut still I fall in love too easily\nI fall in love too fast 5 ",0 +6989,Devics___If_We_Cannot_See,sad, "If We Cannot See \nYou were born with a heart that can never be filled\nAnd a head like snow that can never be still\nThere are streets paved in gold that shine so bright\nThat you force yourself to look away \n \nIf we can\'t see now, we might never see\nWe only kill ourselves more slowly\nIf you can\'t find love, then you will finally see\nHow we kill ourselves slowly\n \nThe words that fall from your mouth\nThey crystalize and break on the ground\nAnd everything you want, you don\'t have\nBut you force yourself to look away \n \nIf we can\'t see now, we might never see\nWe only kill ourselves more slowly\nIf you can\'t find love, then you will finally see\nHow we kill ourselves more slowly \n \nIf you can\'t find me, then you can\'t find love\nIf you close your eyes then will finally see\nThat you\'re already here with me",1 +3805,Bobby_Bare___Are_You_Sincere,happy, "Are You Sincere \nAre you sincere when you say I love you? \nAre you sincere when you say I\'ll be true? \nDo you mean every word that my ears have heard?\nI\'d like to know which way to go, will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? Are you sincere? \n \nAre you sincere when you say you miss me? You miss me\nAre you sincere every time you kiss me? You kiss me\nAnd are really mine every day, all the time?\nI\'d like to know which way to go, will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? Are you sincere?\n \nAre really mine every day, all the time?\nI\'d like to know I\'d like to know\nWhich way to go Which way to go\nWill our love grow ? Will our love grow?\nAre you sincere? ",0 +1221,Anathema___Shroud_Of_False,sad, "Shroud Of False We are just a moment in time\nA blink of an eye\nA dream for the blind\nVisions from a dying brain\nI hope you don\'t understand",1 +1687,Aqualung___7_Keys,sad, "7 Keys It wasn\'t open\nBut somehow you let yourself in\nClosed off and broken\nI never wanted to go there again \nI wasn\'t waiting\nBut you came at just the right time\nWeary and wasted\nI never knew I could feel so alive \nDarling believe\nYou\'re closer than anyone has even been\nOh baby don\'t leave me alone\nI\'m yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my soul\nFeel so connected\nLike I\'ve know you all along\nI never expected\nTo fall into loving so deep\nSo deep and so strong \nDarling believe\nYou\'re closer than anyone has even been\nOh baby don\'t leave me alone\nI\'m yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my soul \nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong \nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong \nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong \nCloser than anyone\nThis is where we belong \nDarling believe\nYou\'re closer than anyone has even been\nSo baby don\'t leave me alone\nI\'m yours for eternity\nYou hold the seven keys to my... soul",1 +937,Allister___Know_It_All,anger, "Know It All Well you think you know it all\nYou think that you deserve the best\nWell I\'ve got news for you\nYour bullshit smile can\'t pass this test \nBecause there\'s something that I\'ve wanted to say\nI\'ve wanted to say to you\nI\'ve been waiting to say to you for so long \nThis time I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new\nThis time I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new\nNow I\'m sick of listening to your whining and your cries\n\'Cuz you may have found success\nBut you\'re still living out a lie \nAnd now I can\'t wait for the day\nThat you will burn out and fade away\nYou\'ll burn out and fade away from the world \nThis time I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new\nThis time I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new \nI cannot understand your superficial views\nBut I can understand I can\'t take much more of you \nFuck you, I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new\nFuck you, I\'m ready, I\'m ready for something new",3 +2274,Aztec_Camera___On_The_Avenue,sad, "On the Avenue Everybody\'s walking through the city all alone\nBut no one talks about it\nI am just a simple, unassuming kind of man\nSo neither do I\nBut I walk like the rest and try to do my best\n\'til I\'m beaten, 'til I\'m blue\nAnd it shines like the sun inside of everyone\nLike the neon that I see in the rain\nOn the avenue \nEverybody\'s dreaming 'bout a city in the sky\nWhere we can live without love\nI am just a simple, unassuming kind of guy\nSo so do I\nBut to feed you from a shell, fill you up and wish you\nWell\nThat\'s my reason, it\'s what I do\nAnd it shines in the guise of Egyptian sparkling eyes\nIn the basement of a hotel\nParadise\nOn the avenue \nAnd if the hotel burns down\nWe\'d probably drown 'neath the firemen\'s hoses\nHoly moses!\nI would still believe that paradise\nWas there with you\nNever blue\nStuck like glue\nOn the avenue",1 +9411,Fractured___Bleed,sad, "Bleed The last mistake\nYou\'ll ever make\nLie in bed, wide awake\nTroubled thoughts\nPlague on the mind—\nOf the life\nThat you have left behind \nResurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed\nDisease\nWhat\'s left in me\nDestroy what\'s left\nDeep down inside of me\nPray for you\nAnd pray for me\nPray to live\nPray to bleed \nResurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed \nInception\nCreation\nLeads us\nInto temptation\nBleed\nCry\nFocus\nThen deny\n Resurrected\nOrgans interconnected\nAll signs of life on-line\nOf the being so divine\nChallenge thoughts of\nTortured reality\nAll I want\nIs to see you bleed ",1 +4192,Brendan_Benson___Spit_It_Out,happy, "Spit It Out The yellow sun in the sky whenever you walk\nA little white lie written in chalk\nThe red spot in your eye whenever you talk\nSpit it out now \nAnd at the end of the day when you kick back\nYou give all new meaning to the same crap\nSo many tiles I can\'t keep track\nStart all over when it\'s all over \nWhat\'s on your mind?\nSpit it out now\nIt looks like the time\nIs running out now\nSo spit it out now\nThere\'s a window of time, you\'re in the nick of it\nYou look at the view and you\'re sick of it\nYou get the urge to throw a brick in it\nGo ahead now \nSo look out 'cause there\'s no way to stop it\nEvery bubble you blow, I\'m gonna pop it\nSo look out below, I\'m gonna drop it\nListen up now, listen up now \nWhat\'s on your mind?\nSpit it out now\nIt looks like the time\nIs running out now\nIt\'s running out now \nWhat\'s it about now?\nSpit it out now\nWhat\'s it about now? \nSpit it out now\nSpit it out now\nSpit it out now",0 +9598,From_First_to_Last___Waves_Goodbye,sad, "Waves Goodbye There\'s an ocean out my window\nThere\'s beauty in its tears\nThere\'s an ocean out my window\nIt\'s crashing in my ears \nOh, sea, your shelter\nYou dance between my toes\nWhen I feel like I can\'t move forward\nYou carry me like a father \nBreathing is the hardest thing I do\nI\'m not the only person in the room\nIt\'s hard for me, to feel like I\'m perfect",1 +3803,Bobbie_Gentry___Fancy,sad, "Fancy I remember it all very well lookin\' back\nIt was the summer that I turned 18\nWe lived in a one-room, run down shack\nOn the outskirts of New Orleans \nWe didn\'t have money for food or rent\nTo say the least we were hard-pressed\nThen Momma spent every last penny we had\nTo buy me a dancin\' dress \nMomma washed and combed and curled my hair\nAnd she painted my eyes and lips Yeah\nAnd then I stepped into my satin dancin\' dress\nIt was split on the side clean up to my hips\nWell, it was red, velvet-trimmed\nAnd fit me good\nAnd starin\' back from lookin\' glass was a woman\nWhere a half-grow\'d kid had stood \n Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow, don\'t let me down\nYour momma\'s gonna help you move uptown \nDon\'t let me down, don\'t let me down \nMomma dabbed a little bit of perfume\nOn my neck and she kissed my cheek\nThen I saw the tears well up\nIn her troubled eyes when she started to speak \nShe looked at our pitiful shack and then\nShe looked at me and took a ragged breath\n Your Pa\'s run off, and I\'m real sick\nAnd the baby\'s gonna starve to death \nShe handed me a heart-shaped locket that said\n To thine own self be true \nAnd I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across\nThe toe of my high-heeled shoe\n It sounded like somebody else that was talkin\'\nAskin\', Momma, what do I do? \n Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy\nAnd they\'ll be nice to you \n Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow get on out, girl\nYou better start movin\' uptown \nWell, that was the last time I saw my Ma\nThe night I left that rickety shack\n\'Cause the welfare people came and took the baby\nMomma died and I ain\'t been back \nBut the wheels of fate had started to turn\nAnd for me there was no way out\nAnd it wasn\'t very long \'til I knew exactly\nWhat my momma been talkin\' about \nI did what I had to do\nBut I made myself this solemn vow\nThat I was gonna to be a lady someday\nThough I didn\'t know when or how\nI couldn\'t see spendin\' the rest of my life\nWith my head hung down in shame\nI mighta been born just plain white trash \nBut Fancy was my name \n Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down \nIt wasn\'t long after a benevolent man\nTook me in off the street\nAnd one week later I was pourin\' his tea\nIn a five-room hotel suite\nYes, she was \nWell, I\'ve charmed a king, a congressman\nAnd an occasional aristocrat\nAnd I got me a Georgia mansion\nAnd an elegant New York townhouse flat \nAnd I ain\'t done bad\nShe ain\'t done bad \nNow in this world there\'s a lot of self-righteous\nHypocrites that would call me bad \nAnd criticize my momma for turning me out\nNo matter how little we had \nAnd though I ain\'t had to worry \'bout nothin\'\nFor nigh on 15 years\nI can still hear the desperation\nIn my poor momma\'s voice ringin\' in my ear \n Here\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nHere\'s your one chance, Fancy, don\'t let me down\nLord, forgive me for what I do Please\nBut if you want out, well, it\'s up to you\nNow don\'t let me down\nYour momma\'s gonna help you move uptown \nAnd I guess she did1 ",1 +8926,Faunts___Memories_Of_Places_Weve_Never_Been,sad, "Memories of Places We’ve Never Been No time to decide how far this loyalty will stretch me\nLong ago if it were up to me, who knows where I\'d be\nHad a need for a while before you left him, whose fault is it? We\'ll see\nI\'m not chained, free to leave, but what, what is there for me? \nIf I go, and I might, I\'m not sure my happiness will be there\nOh well, I have to rest before we feel the need to go elsewhere\nHave I died? I can\'t solve this, not in my care\nCan one man make a difference to the task of one who\'s been there \nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don\'t really know\nNo time to decide how far this royalty will stretch me\nLong ago if it were up to me, who knows where I\'d be\nHad a need for a while before you left him, whose fault is it? We\'ll see\nWell, I stay, free to leave, but what, what is there for me? \nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don\'t really know\nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go, say\nWhat will move me?\nI don\'t really know \nWho will it hurt?\nI am free to go\nWhat will move me?\nI don\'t really know",1 +3822,Bobby_Vee___The_Night_Has_A_Thousand_Eyes,happy, "The Night Has a Thousand Eyes They say that you\'re a runaround lover\nThough you say it isn\'t so\nBut if you put me down for another\nI\'ll know, believe me, I\'ll know \n\'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes can\'t help but see if you are true to me\nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes \nYou say that you\'re at home when you phone me\nAnd how much you really care\nThough you keep telling me that you\'re lonely\nI\'ll know if someone is there\n\'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes can\'t help but see if you are true to me\nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes \nOne of these days you\'re gonna be sorry\n\'Cause your game I\'m gonna play\nAnd you\'ll find out without really tryin\'\nEach time that my kisses stray \n\'Cause the night has a thousand eyes\nAnd a thousand eyes will see me too\nAnd no matter what I do\nI could never disguise all my little white lies\n\'Cause the night has a thousand eyes \nSo remember when you tell those little white lies\nThat the night has a thousand eyes 1 ",0 +9501,Franz_Ferdinand___Ghost_In_A_Ditch,calm, "Ghost in a Ditch \nThis ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday\nWhere I was meant to be\nI almost missed my death, it\'s so good\nNow he\'s decked in flowers from me\nI hope she doesn\'t like me\nOr I\'ll still be standing, more than likely\nWhere he once stood\nAnd that\'s not good\nOh, ah-ha-ha\n \nWe pretend not to look at each other\nBut he could see over his shoulder\nHe got me a time, he got that a time\nNever a time again \n \nI noticed the hair on her head, that\'s not real\nNow I\'m left with a death and a naked ordeal\nWhen all I want is down at the shore\nSitting in my car\nAnd bitter sometimes, but the taste is sweet\nYour friends only like themselves in photographs\nI don\'t like them\nI don\'t like you \n \nWe pretend not to care for another\nThen stand on our feet when I hold her\nWe pretend not to look but for change\nAnd for good, I cry \n \n \nSo when the stars look bright above me\nAnd in the streetlights, I can\'t see\nI walk on down to make a stand\nWhere he once stood\nSo now they lie there\nBreast to breast and toe to toe\nAnd all I want is down at the shore\nSitting in my car\nOh, ah-ha-ha\n \nWe end it, it\'s all over\nShe\'ll bury me but I\'ll hold her\nShe\'ll shovel the dirt into my face\nBut I don\'t care, I love her\nHaha ",2 +8343,Enigma___Prism_Of_Life,calm, "Prism of Life I am hunted by the future\nWill the future be my past?\nOr is time a fade out picture\nOf my everlasting cast?\nLove is phasing, love is moving\nTo the rhythm of your sight\nI get closer\nTo the crossing point of light \nSanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabaoth\nPleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua\nHosanna in excelsis, benedictus...\nLet us try to live our lost illusions\nThey\'re the Sun at night\nIf we don\'t, we\'ll never taste\nThe spice of life\nAnd when it seems that we\'re in a dead end street\nThere\'s no reason to cry\n\'Cause we have a helping hand who\'s always aside\nForever light \nSanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabaoth\nPleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua\nHosanna in excelsis, benedictus...",2 +6756,Dead_Mans_Bones___Buried_in_Water,sad, "Buried in Water Like a lamb to its slaughter\nBuried in water \nDown\nUnder the ground\nThere\'s a town there\nI\'ve been down there\nIn the middle of the lake\nI hold your hand for goodness\' sake \nWhen the women and the kids are asleep\nThe wolves there in the skin of the sheep\nSo lock all the windows and doors\nThe Devil\'s coming for you and yours\nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don\'t bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town \nLike a lamb to his slaughter\nBuried in water\nBuried in water\nBuried in water \nWhen the leaves\nGo floating away\nIn the pale moonlight of day\nBury anchors in our ghosts\nAnd we can let our heartbeats go \nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don\'t bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town \nLove was all that it could give\nBut it died so other towns could live\nThey don\'t bury bodies from the drowned\nBut they drowned our little town\n We\'re like the lambs to its slaughter\nBuried in water\nBuried in water\nBuried in water3 ",1 +2396,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Easy_Love,sad, "Easy Love Never had an easy love\nNever had an easy love\nLike the one im dreaming of\nFind the hand that fits the glove\nOf love\nOf love \nTalking to a friend yesterday\nIt was good to hear him say\nThat although 2 years had past\nStill felt like she could ask my time\nMy time\nSeems i did something right\nSomething right \nLooking for another pearl ",1 +6599,David_CrowderBand___The_Veil,happy, "The Veil This is the glow\nDeep in the soul\nOh when you love, oh when you love\nThe veil is torn\nMystery pours\nDown from above, down from above\nThis is the glow\nDeep in the soul\nOh when you love, oh when you love\nThe veil is torn\nMystery pours\nDown from above, down from above\nAnd yet we are all damaged it’s sure\nAnd so there is grace \nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King \nOh please tears stay\nWhere you are made\nDo not fall, do not fall\nSomething greater\nIs on the way\nJust hang on, try to hang on\nTry to hang on \nThe love of angels\nBecomes the love of men\nOh heavenly light\nTakes on earth and skin \nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\nHallelujah, we rejoice\nWhat a Savior, what a King\nHallelujah, lift your voice\nTo our Savior, to our King\n What a Savior, what a King\nWhat a Savior, what a King ",0 +9019,Figurines___The_Air_We_Breathe,sad, "The Air We Breathe Do you feel the air we breathe?\nDo you feel the things I see and do you feel you\'re close to me?\nDo you feel the air we breathe?\nDo you feel the things I see and do you feel you\'re close to me? \nOut of the street lights\nUp on the top of a hill\nI was dreaming\nMy head just needed to chill\nI\'ll get it together\nI\'ll speak to you briefly\nAnd open your mind in a cheap suit",1 +6124,Curved_Air___Jumbo_LP_Version,sad, "', 'default\'",1 +4377,Broken_Social_Scene___74_Shoreline,happy, "7/4 Shoreline \nIt\'s a shoreline\nAnd it\'s high speed\nIt\'s a cruel world\nAnd it\'s time \n \nAnd you\'re walking away\nOh, where to go to?\nAnd you\'re walking alone\nOh, how to get through?\nIf you want to get it all\nYou can own what you choose\nBut you want to live a lie\nAnd love what you lose\n \nIt\'s a shoreline\nAnd it\'s high speed\nIt\'s a cruel world\nAnd it\'s time \n \nWhile you\'re walking away\nI will try to get through\nBut you\'ve got to know the lies\nFrom the lies they told you\nIf you try to do it all\nIt all will leave you\nIf you try to steal the beat\nThe beat will steal you \n \nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in \n \nIt\'s a shoreline\nAnd it\'s high speed\nIt\'s a cruel world\nAnd it\'s time\nSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42 \nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in hard\nIt\'s coming, it\'s coming in ",0 +7499,Dr_Hook___Sharing_The_Night_Together,happy, "Sharing the Night Together \nYou\'re looking kinda lonely girl\nWould you like someone new to talk to?\nAh-yeah, alright\nI\'m feeling kinda lonely too, if you don\'t mind\nCan I sit down here beside you?\nAh-yeah, alright \n \nIf I seem to come on too strong\nI hope that you will understand\nI say these things 'cause I\'d like to know\nIf you\'re as lonely as I am\nAnd if you\'d mind\n \nSharing the night together woah, yeah\nSharing the night together woah, yeah\nSharing the night \n \nWe could bring in the morning girl\nIf you wanna go that far\nAnd if tomorrow find us together\nRight here, the way we are\nWould you mind \n \nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night \n \nWould you like to dance with me and hold me\nYou know I want to be holding you\nAh-yeah, alright\n\'Cause I like feeling like I do\nAnd I see in your eyes that you\'re liking it\nI\'m liking it too\nAh yeah, alright\n \nLike to get to know you better\nIs there a place where we can go?\nWhere we can be alone together\nAnd turn the lights down low\nAnd start \n \nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night\nwoah, yeah\nWould you mind\nSharing the night \n \nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?\n \nSharing the night together\nWould you mind, sharing the night?2 ",0 +669,Alesha_Dixon___Ooh_Baby_I_Like_It_Like_That,happy, "Ooh Baby I Like It Like That \nOh, yeah-yeah-yeah \n \nSo you did it, do it again\nWho you kidding? Ten out of ten\nYeah, you did it, do it again\nIn a minute, I\'ll tell you when \n \nLittle pictures in my mind\nBut I got to make it on my own\nIf I try to fake it it\'s a crime\n\'Cause I hear my conscience saying take me home but\n \nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué \n \nGot the feeling you wanted some more\nSo appealing, baby, I\'m yours\nGot the feeling you wanted it all\nKeep on giving, I will for sure \n \nLittle pictures in my mind\nBut I got to make it on my own\nIf I try to fake it it\'s a crime\n\'Cause I hear my conscience saying take me home but \n \nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\n \nOh, yeah-yeah-yeah \n \nSo you did it, do it again\nWhat you\'re giving is ten out of ten\nYeah, you did it, do it again\nI\'ll admit it, you\'re more than a friend \n \nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué\nOoh, baby, I like it like that\nTouch me, touch me before I turn back\nOoh, baby, I like it that way\nTouch me, touch me, a little risqué ",0 +2774,Ben_Folds___Late,calm, "Late Under some dirty words on a dirty wall\nEating takeout by myself\nI played the show\nGot back in the van and put the Walkman on\nAnd you were playing \nIn some other dive a thousand miles away\nI played a thousand times before\nAnd like pathetic stars, the truck stops and the rock club walls\nI always knew\nYou saw them too\nBut you never will again\nIt\'s too late\nDon\'t you know\nIt\'s been too late\nFor a long time \nElliott, man, you played a fine guitar\nAnd some dirty basketball\nThe songs you wrote\nGot me through a lot\nJust wanna tell you that \nBut it\'s too late \nIt\'s too late\nDon\'t you know\nIt\'s been too late\nFor a long time \nOh no\nThings were looking up\nLeast that\'s what I heard\nOh no\nSomeone came and washed away your hard-earned\nPeace of mind \nWhen desperate static beats the silence up\nA quiet truth to calm you down\nThe songs you wrote\nGot me through a lot\nJust wanna tell you that\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42 Oh, but it\'s too late \nIt\'s too late\nDon\'t you know?\nIt\'s been too late\nFor a long time ",2 +1103,Amorphis___Black_River,sad, "Black River \nStill searching for my way\nThe right way to be\nStill pondering\nWhat I\'ve done\nI\'m still thinking what I\'ve said\nStill finding from within\nAnd all that I know\nIs still not enough \n \nI\'m being held by the one\nShadow tormenting my soul\nThe curving neck of the swan\nThe slow turning of a bird\'s head\n \nSo white its plumes and feathers\nIts breast like the moon in water\nSilent and tranquil it moves\nOn the river in the calm \n \nI wander back on familiar roads\nI sense the marks I left on the hills\nI see the cuts and wounds of my deeds\nThey make me muse on life \n \nUp the hill and the mountain\nI look back, I look down\nThere flows the River of Death\nAnd here the wind in my hair",1 +4749,Camera_Obscura___Super_Trouper,sad, "Super Trouper \nOh, I was sick and tired of everything\nWhen you called me last night from Glasgow\nAll I do is eat and sleep and sing\nWishing every show was the last show \n \nSo I imagined I was glad to hear you\'re coming\nSuddenly, I feel alright\nAnd it\'s gonna be so different\nWhen I\'m on the stage tonight\n \nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won\'t feel blue\nLike I always do\n\'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there\'s you \n \nFacing twenty thousand of your friends\nHow can anyone be so lonely?\nPart of a success, I never ends\nStill, I\'m thinking about you only \n \nThere are moments when I think I\'m going crazy\nBut it\'s gonna be alright\nAnd everything will be so different\nWhen I\'m on the stage tonight \n \nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won\'t feel blue\nLike I always do\n\'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there\'s you\n \nSo I\'ll be there when you arrive\nThe sight of you will prove to me I\'m still alive\nAnd when you take me in your arms and hold me tight\nI know it\'s gonna mean so much tonight \n \nSuper Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun\nSmiling, having fun\nFeeling like a number one\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won\'t feel blue\nLike I always do\n\'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there\'s you ",1 +5543,Classics_IV_featuring_Dennis_Yost___Traces,sad, "Traces feat. Denis Yost Faded photograph\nCovered now with lines and creases\nTickets torn in half\nMemories in bits and pieces \nTraces of love long ago\nThat didn\'t work out right\nTraces of love \nRibbons from her hair\nSouvenirs of days together\nThe ring she used to wear\nPages brown from old love letter\nTraces of love long ago\nThat didn\'t work out right\nTraces of love with me tonight \nI close my eyes and say a prayer\nThat in her heart she\'ll find\nA trace of love still there\nSomewhere, oh, oh \nTraces of hope in the night\nThat she\'ll come back and dry\nThese traces of tears from my eyes",1 +4020,Boys_Noize___Deny_Selected,anger, "Deny Selected Mister son of a bitch, let\'s play some cards! \nYou win!",3 +1953,Ashley_Tisdale___He_Said_She_Said,happy, "He Said She Said \nAh... \n \nBoy walk in the spot, he\'s so fresh, and Uh-huh\nHe got what he needs to impressin\' Uh-huh\nJust look at the way that he dressin\'\nAin\'t no question, chicks like, Ooh! \nGirl walkin\' the spot, she stop traffic Uh-huh\nShe\'s blowin\' your mind with her asset Uh-huh\nSo Jessica Alba fantastic\nInstant classic, boys like, Oh! \n \nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said \n \nHe said, girl, you winnin\' Girl\nShe said, boy, where you been at? Where you been?\n Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it \nJust like that, they\nHe said, You\'re amazing Yeah, they said\nShe said, Then why you waiting? \n No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it \nJust like that, they \n \nBoy actin\' as if there\'s no pressure Uh-huh\nHe do anything to get with her Uh-huh\nHe say anything to convince her\nMoney spent too, diamonds send her Oh\nGirl playin\' it cool, but she\'s with it Uh-huh\nShe lovin\' the fact that she\'s gifted Uh-huh\nEverything he do, she gets lifted\nFeels so wicked lovin\' like, oh\n \nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said Oh\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said \n \nHe said, Girl, you winnin\' Yeah, yeah\nShe said, Boy, where you been at? Oh oh\n Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it \nJust like that, they Just like that\nHe said, You\'re amazing Oh\nShe said, Then why you waiting? Ooh\n No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it No more\nJust like that, they \n \nOne night with you Yeah\nBoy, just one night with you Just one\nAll the things we could do\nEvery day I think of\nOne night with you\nNo one else but us two\nAll our dreams would come true Oh yeah\nIf we\'d just get together Yeah, yeah, yeah\n \nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that, yeah\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nMaybe I can see us movin\' like that Like that Oh\nMaybe I can see us touchin\' like that Like that Oh\nBaby, I can see us kissin\' like that Like that\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said \n \nUh, what you waitin\' for? \n \nHe said, Girl, you winnin\' Oh\nShe said, Boy, where you been at? Yeah\n Stop talkin\', let\'s get with it \nJust like that, they\nHe said, You\'re amazing \nShe said, Then why you waiting? \n No more deliberating, what you doin\'? Let\'s get to it Yeah\nJust like that, they Give it to it, baby \n \nYou\'re gonna like it Ooh\nYou\'re gonna want it\nYou\'re gonna like it\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said\nYou\'re gonna like it Yeah\nYou\'re gonna want it You\'re gonna want it\nYou\'re gonna like it Yeah, yeah\nWe don\'t need no more that he said she said Uh6 ",0 +1081,Amon_Tobin___Rosies,sad, "Rosies [Female voice, conversational]\nHey man did you hear what happened to Fate?\nYeah - it\'s really a drag\nYeah - what a bring down\nSo where do you want to go? \n \nRosie\'s \n[Female voice, conversational]\nRosie\'s? thats cool\nOut of sight man we\'ll dig it",1 +8358,Enrique_Iglesias___Not_In_Love,happy, "Not In Love \nAre you ready? \n \nYou call me on the phone\nI act like nothings going on\nWe\'re driving in my car\nI pretend that you don\'t turn me on\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it yeah\nAh ah ah you move around now you show it\n \nI\'m not in love\nIt\'s just a phase that i\'m going through\nI\'m always looking for something new\nBut don\'t go running away \n \nIt\'s almost 3am\nI\'m hoping that you don\'t let go\nYou\'re moving in so close\nI\'m trying not to lose control\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it yeah\nAh ah ah\nYou move around now you show it come on \n \nI\'m not in love\nIt\'s just a phase that i\'m going through\nI\'m always looking for something new\nDon\'t go running away\nOh i\'m not in love\nI try to tell myself all the time\nI just can\'t help how i feel tonight\nSo don\'t go running away yeah\n \nI\'m not in love yeah yeah\nI\'m not in love\nI\'m not in love give it to me now\nI\'m not in love break it down\nAh ah ah you sexy thing\nYeah you know it ah ah ah\nYou move around yeah you show it \n \nI\'m not in love\nIt\'s just a phase that i\'m going through\nI\'m always looking for something new\nBut don\'t go running away\nOh i\'m not in love\nI try to tell myself all the time\nI just can\'t help how I feel tonight\nSo don\'t go running away yeah I\'m not in love \n \nI\'m not in love\nI\'m not in love I\'m not in love, no no no\nI\'m not in love no no no\nI\'m not in love no no no\nOh no, I\'m not in love\nI\'m not in love\nI\'m not in love ",0 +1975,Assemblage_23___OPENED,sad, "Opened This day has altered my perception\nI\'ll never see things quite the same\nAll that I knew was misconception\nBut all of that\'s about to change \nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won\'t be your casualty \nTrust is merely for convenience\nDoes it mean anything at all?\nYour change of character makes no sense\nYour bitter actions make you small\nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won\'t be your casualty \nRelease the hunger deep inside you\nYou\'re burning bridges left and right\nI won\'t allow you to tread upon me\nI won\'t go down without a fight \nI opened my eyes today\nThe world looks so bright and strange\nNow I see with clarity\nI won\'t be your casualty",1 +5935,Cradle_Of_Filth___Born_In_A_Burial_Gown,sad, "Born in a Burial Gown Sibilant and macabre\nWalpurgis sauntered in\nSkies litten with five-pointed stars\nThe work of crafts surpassing sin\nAs She graced Her window ledge\nAn orphaned gypsy nymph\nThis issue of the forest\'s bed\nSkin flushed with sipped absinthe\nHer eyes revealed, as Brocken\'s peak\nTried once concealing Hell\nA snow white line of divine freaks\nIn riot, where they fell\nThe circus lurches in a ring of promised delight\nFor seven days and seven festival nights\nWhat wicked wonders lie within the confines\nOf the panther\'s den\nShe watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue\nThe restless spirit of a Christmas to come\nA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb\nOf gingerbread men \nSpawned, scorned, abhorred by the aerial\nShe was the light of the world going down\nWar-torn, forlorn and malarial\nShe was found born in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial \nUnloosed the chain of her God-given cross\nSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose\nIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost\nToo many decades misfit and mislaid\nSo innocent, a tender legend of prey\nParades Her second coming, now they\'re running afraid \nSpawned, scorned, abhorred by the aerial\nShe was the light of the world going down\nWar-torn, forlorn and malarial\nShe was found born in a burial gown\nShe was born, born in a burial gown\nShe was born, born in a burial gown\n Now She moves with a predator\'s guile\nBeyond the firelit circle of life\nShe soothes your cold heart for a while\nThen matches its beat, sinking in with a knife\nShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease\nEspied by a cross on the wall\nAnd should she awake\nThrough embrace or mistake\nShe would take Jesus\nBlest foot forward and all \nSibilant and at last\nThe circus crawled away\nWith another lover in its arms\nDancing on Her grave \nBorn, born, born, born, born, born\nBorn in a burial gown\nShe was born, born, born, born\nBorn in a burial gown\nBorn in a burial gown ",1 +3323,Black_Kids___Love_Me_Already,happy, "Love Me Already \nMy girl\'s been a real whore\nSpending her time with Theodore\nNow Teddy, he\'s my best friend\nBut with friends like these\nWho needs enemies?\nMy mother, she told me\n You\'re being silly\nTalking, talking crazy \nDon\'t tell me what my problem is\nJust tell me what she\'s doing at his\nApartment at midnight\nI didn\'t get an invite\nTonight on my birthday\nThat ain\'t half-right\nMy best boy Teddy\nThat skeezer, how could he?\nGod-damn it, girl, just love me already!\nCan\'t you love, love, love me already?\n \nLove, love, love me already, baby\nLove, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby \n \nMy father, he told me\n Biting or begging\nLove hurts your knees\nYou can\'t treat women like hotels\nWhy should she love you?\nShe knows you so well \nNow I\'m at a payphone\nHumming so slow\nTo her busy tones\nNow I knock on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with my heartbeat\nNow he knocks on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with his heartbeat\nNow I knock on Ted\'s door\nKeeping time with my heartbeat \n \nThe whore lets me in, and it looks like a party\nSurprise! Surprise! It\'s your party, baby\nI know you hate secrets but try not to hate me\nTeddy and I, we kept it all on the sly\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\nTo love me already?\nLove me already\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\nSo baby, don\'t cry\nAnd please won\'t you try\n \nTo love, love, love me already?\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nLove, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nJust love, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby\nCould you love, love, love me already\nLove, love, love me already, baby \n \nReady, baby\nReady, baby\nReady, baby\nOh-oh-oh, uh-oh, oh!3 ",0 +2483,Basement_Jaxx___Sfm,happy, "SFM She\'s a funky feline machine\nCrazy cat inside your dream\nShe\'s a honey, she sting like a bee\nYou\'re the punk and she\'s the queen\nShe\'s and angel she\'s a dove\nWith a taste for a villain\'s blood\nPackin heat, struttin on the street\nChew you up an make you meat\nSexy feline machine\nShe\'s a sexy feline machine\nYou can\'t stop her\nYa ya ya ya ya \nShe\'s a sexy feline machine\nCrazy cat inside your dream\nShe\'s a honey, she sting like a bee\nYou\'re the punk and she\'s the queen \nSexy feline machine\nShe\'s a sexy feline machine \nEverything is not as it seems\nYou can\'t stop her \nSexy feline machine\nShe\'s a sexy feline machine\nYou can\'t stop her\nYa ya ya ya ya",0 +3527,Bloc_Party___Signs,sad, "Signs \nTwo ravens in the old oak tree\nAnd one for you and one for me\nAnd bluebells in the late December\nI see signs now all the time\nThe last time we slept together\nThere was something that was not there\nYou never wanted to alarm me\nBut I\'m the one that\'s drowning now \n \nI can sleep forever these days\nCause in my dreams I see you again\nBut this time-fleshed out fuller face\nIn your confirmation dress\nIt was so like you to visit me\nTo let me know you were okay\nIt was so like you to visit me\nYou\'re always worried about someone else\n \nAt your funeral I was so upset\nSo, so upset\nIn your life you were larger than this\nStatue statuesque\n x2\nI see signs now all the time\nThat you\'re not dead, you\'re sleeping\nI believe in anything\nThat brings you back home to me 3 ",1 +3077,Billie_Holiday___Forget_If_You_Can,happy, "Forget If You Can Forget if you can\nRomantic music one magical night\nA corner table in dim candle light\nA kiss that was heaven for two \nForget if you can\nThe day we hiked to where nobody knows\nThe swell spaghetti at Tony and Joe\'s\nIt hasn\'t been fun without you \nDon\'t you remember\nAll the silly things we used to do\nThe way we laughed\nWhen we were photographed\nAs Handsome Hat and his ten-timing gal\nWhy shouldn\'t we play\nMore happy moments like we used to spend\nThey were so perfect\nToo perfect to end\nLet your heart forget it you can",0 +3615,Blue_Foundation___Enemy,happy, "Enemy We were lovers on the run\nHeading for adventure\nRuinous and young \nWe fled across the broken land\nWild, deserted places\nAnd it went out of hand \nWatch your back\nStay with me\nSomeone here could be an enemy\nWatch your back\nDon\'t you see\nOne of us could be the enemy\nWe seized a house upon a hill\nDamp and tainted ceilings\nAnd broken windowsills \nSeagulls hanging from the trees\nBlack and static water\nRed and sticky leaves",0 +6302,Damien_Rice___Cannonball,calm, "Cannonball \nStill a little bit of your taste in my mouth\nStill a little bit of you laced with my doubt\nStill a little hard to say what\'s going on\nStill a little bit of your ghost, your witness\nStill a little bit of your face I haven\'t kissed\nYou step a little closer each day\nThat I can\'t say what\'s going on \n \nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to lie\nLife, it taught me to die\nSo it\'s not hard to fall\nWhen you float like a cannonball\n \nStill a little bit of your song in my ear\nStill a little bit of your words I long to hear\nYou step a little closer to me\nSo close that I can\'t see what\'s going on \n \nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to lie\nAnd life taught me to die\nSo it\'s not hard to fall\nWhen you float like a cannon...\nStones taught me to fly\nLove, it taught me to cry\nSo come on, courage!\nTeach me to be shy \n \n\'Cause it\'s not hard to fall\nAnd I don\'t wanna scare her\nIt\'s not hard to fall\nAnd I don\'t wanna lose\nIt\'s not hard to grow\nWhen you know that you just don\'t know 8 ",2 +2238,Ayreon___Day_Twelve_Trauma,anger, "Day Twelve: Trauma \nThink hard, you are lying here in a hospital bed\nDisregard the emotions inside your head\nConcentrate on the real world beyond your mind\nIt\'s not to late to leave your burdens behind \n \nWe won\'t let you go\nTake you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head...\nYou\'re better off dead!\n \nLocked away, she lives in isolation\nIt\'s been that way, since he has gone\nShe been through life of depravation\nShe depends on you, her only son \n \nShe won\'t let you go\nKeep you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head\nYou\'re better off dead \n \nWhere are you, can\'t you hear her calling?\nNothing you can do, you have no time\nThere is no one there, to catch her now she\'s falling\nWhy should you care, you are doing fine \n \nShe won\'t let you go\nKeep you down below\nDark crypts of your soul\nLocked inside your head\nYou\'re better off dead\n \nNow she\'s at rest, she finally found her peace\nThere\'s no need to blame yourself\nYou must let go, or the pain will never cease\nIt\'s time to crawl out of your shell \nYour mother died, the day your father left\nA part of you died as well\nFeelings of guilt will haunt you \'til the end\nYou must fight hard to break this spell \nBut it hurts... \n \nYou hear her voice, from beyond her grave\n Where were you son, when I needed you\nIs this your thanks for all the warmth I gave\nDid you forget what I been through? \nYou hear his voice, cold and merciless\n You worthless fool, you let her die! \nAnd deep within yourself, you must confess\nYour ways cannot be justified \n \nBy now you realized, you have to be\nRelentless to survive\nRepress your memories\nBury all emotions and thrive!\nIt\'s your life!\n \nNow she\'s at rest, she found her peace \n \nYou hear her voice, from the grave \n \nYou must let go or the pain won\'t cease \n \nIs this your thanks for all I gave \n \nA part of you died as well \n \nYou worthless fool, you let her die \n \nIt\'s time to crawl out of your shell \n \nYour ways cannot be justified \n \nBy now you realized, you have to be\nRelentless to survive\nRepress your memories\nBury all emotions and thrive!\nIt\'s your life! ",3 +5644,Colbie_Caillat___Battle,sad, "Battle \nYou thought we\'d be fine\nAll these years gone by\nNow your asking me to listen\nWell then, tell me 'bout everything\nNo lies, we\'re losing time \n \n\'Cause this is a battle and it\'s your final last call\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nBut why aren\'t you sorry, why aren\'t you sorry, why?\nThis can be better, you used to be happy, try\n \nOoh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh\nOoh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh \n \nYou\'ve got them on your side\nAnd they won\'t change their minds\nNow it\'s over and I\'m feeling like we\'ve missed out on everything\nI just hope it\'s worth the fight \n \nCause this is a battle and it\'s your final last call\nWhy\'d you have to let it go?\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nCan\'t you see you\'ve hurt me so?\nBut why aren\'t you sorry, why aren\'t you sorry, why?\nThings could be better, you can be happy, try \n \nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh \n \n\'Cause this is a battle and it\'s your final last call\nIt was a trial, you made a mistake, we know\nCan\'t you see you\'ve hurt me so?\nBut why aren\'t you sorry, why aren\'t you sorry, why?\nThings could be better, you could be happy, try\n \nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\n\'Cause this is a battle, this is a battle\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nAnd it\'s your final last call\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\n\'Cause this is a battle, this is a battle\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh\nAnd it\'s your final last call\nThis is a battle and it\'s your final last call ",1 +840,Alison_Krauss___Dreaming_My_Dreams_With_You,sad, "Dreaming My Dreams With You I hope that I won\'t be that wrong anymore\nI hope that I\'ve learned this time\nI hope that I find what I\'m reaching for\nThe way that it is in my mind \nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll live to see it all through\nBut I\'ll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you \nI won\'t let it change me\nNot if I can\nI\'d rather believe in love\nAnd give it away\nAs much as I can\nTo those that I\'m fondest of\nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll live to see it all through\nBut I\'ll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you \nSomeday I\'ll get over you\nI\'ll live to see it all through\nBut I\'ll always miss\nDreaming my dreams with you",1 +3740,Boards_of_Canada___1969,calm, "1969 \nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian \n \nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian\n \nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD 1969 in the sunshine\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian 1969 in the sunshine\nAlthough not a follower of hseroK divaD 1969 in the sunshine\nShe\'s a devoted Branch Davidian 1969 in the sunshine \n \n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine\n1969 in the sunshine 3 ",2 +8647,Eve_6___Allison,happy, "Allison From a distant star, to this here bar\nThe me, the you, where are we now?\nHooray the blues of everyone\nAllison\nKeeps a smile around a while\nHe took her fright and jettisoned\nWe\'ll go tonight to hear him tell...oh well\nAllison\nAllison\nWhen the planets hit the sun\nI saw the face of Allison\nAllison\nAllison",0 +9145,Fischerspooner___Get_Confused,happy, "Get Confused Do I like to have confusion?\nYes I do\nAm I... Am I in any danger?\nYes I am\nDo I like whats happening?\nYes I do\nAnd can I deal with it directly?\nYes I can \nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I\'m doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused\nWill I have to start all over\nYes I will\nHad I a right to make those statements\nYes I have\nShall I meet with opposition?\nDid I justify my actions?\nHave I forgotten what the question was?\nYes I have \nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I\'m doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused \nI take the trouble\nI take the time\nI get the feeling that I\'m doing whats right\nI may be reckless\nMay be a fool\nBut I get excited when I get confused \nHave I forgotten what the question was? \nHave I forgotten what the question was?\n When I when I when I when I get confused\nWhen I when I when I when I get confused ",0 +2108,Au_Revoir_Simone___Stay_Golden,calm, "Stay Golden I saw it coming\nI just thought that you should know\nI\'m feeling better every day\nI\'m only waiting if you stay\nSo don\'t feel bad\nYour faith was an illusion\nAnd you\'re as loyal as your faith\nWill let you be \nYour expectation\nIt\'s not hard to live without\nI\'m feeling better every day\nAnd emptiness still leaves a space\nSo don\'t feel bad\nYou lost all your emotion\nAnd may you find all your relations\nWill keep you free\nA careless bird is complicated\nAn empty nest still leaves a space",2 +9434,Frank_Sinatra___Without_A_Song,happy, "Without a Song Without a song, the day would never end\nWithout a song, the road would never have been\nWhen things go wrong, a man ain\'t got a friend\nWithout a song \nThat field of corn, would never see a plow\nThat field of corn, would be deserted now\nA man is born, but he\'s no good no how\nWithout a song \nI\'ve got my trouble and woe, but sure as I know\nThe Jordan will roll\nI\'ll get along, as long as a song\nIs strung in my soul\nI\'ll never know, what makes the rain to fall\nI\'ll never know, what makes the grass so tall\nI only know, there ain\'t no love at all\nWithout a song",0 +1008,Amber_Pacific___Here_We_Stand,happy, "Here We Stand Here we stand again\nAnother day has passed us\nWith its lack of change\nAnd all we have is what we share\nAnd all we want is someone else to be there \nAnd if the sun will set tonight\nHold our secrets up to the sky\nAs our shadows grow there\'s nothing left to hide\nAnd if you ever doubt\nYou will know that I still wonder\nHow many times did I compare\nThe stars to your eyes\nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe\'ve gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe\'ll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven\'t found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do \nIt\'s hard to get to understand\nWhen all your lives in our hands\nAnd don\'t stop when you\'ve never been closer\nJust 'cause you don\'t know what matters most\nSo it won\'t always be so clearly right in front of us \nAnd if the sun will set tonight\nHold our secrets up to the sky\nAs our shadows grow there\'s nothing left to hide\nAnd if you ever doubt\nYou will know that I still wonder\nHow many times did I compare\nThe stars to your eyes \nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe\'ve gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe\'ll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven\'t found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do\n Never do \nDoesn\'t really matter how it all began\nForsaken\nGot this far without knowing who we truely are \nI will never doubt that\nWe will make it through\nNo matter the cost\nWe\'ve gone this far\nWhy not find out how it works out\nFor you and me\nWe\'ll make it through\nI thought we were lost\nBut somehow we haven\'t found a way\nAnd I hope that we never do ",0 +1026,Ambulance_Ltd___Sugar_Pill,calm, "Sugar Pill Slip into the warm of a touch\nWith a photograph of some love\nOnce you\'re gone\nI came home, but my key didn\'t like the door \nTook a million for everyone\nTime should have been overcome\nWith your love and my word\nBut I didn\'t have one \nSo I\'ll be on my own\nYou\'re more than I can lose\nI love you for the time that you kill\nMy sugar pill\nSeven stories they\'ll have to climb\nTo find out what we\'ve done\nAnd to let them call, we\'ll be gone\nWhy can\'t you read the sign? \nBurn me up and mix me with sun\nBluegrass and a wallflower sun\nAnd anyone visiting knows\nJust where to go \nSo I\'ll be on my own\nYou\'re more than I can lose\nAnd now I\'ve taken more than my fill\nMy sugar pill \nMy sugar pill sugar pill\nMy sugar pill sugar pill\nMy sugar pill",2 +151,ABC___How_To_Be_A_Millionaire,happy, "How To Be A Millionaire I\'ve seen the future, I can\'t afford it\nTell you the truth, sir, someone just bought it\nSay Mr. Whispers, here come the click of dice\nRoulette and blackjack, build us a paradise\nLarger than life and twice as ugly\nIf we have to live there, you\'ll have to drug me \nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate\nFor all the cards you were dealt\nAt the hands of fate so tell me\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nMillionaire, billionaire, trillionaire \nHardly surprising if you might consider\nLoyalties go to the highest of bidders\nWant my opinion? I\'d give you ten to one\nGive me a million, a franchise on fun\nBut there are millions who often get nowhere\nAnd there\'s just one secret I think you should share \nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate\nFor all the cards you were dealt\nAt the hands of fate so tell me \nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nMillionaire, billionaire, zillionaire \nMaybe these luxuries can only compensate c\'mon, c\'mon\nFor all the cards you were dealt, babe\nAt the hands of fate so tell me\n Tell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire\nTell me, tell me\nHow to be how to be a millionaire \nWho wants to be millionaire?\nI do! I don\'t! I do!\nWho wants to be millionaire?\nI do! I don\'t!\nI\'ve seen the future, I can\'t afford it ",0 +1139,Amy_MacDonald___What_Happiness_Means_To_Me,sad, "What Happiness Means to Me \nMaybe in the start we would laugh\nMaybe in the end we would cry\nBut I believe in every book I\'ve ever read\nAnd what you said \n \nAnd the moon was in the sky\nAnd the tears did fill my eyes\nAnd the memories they all had passed\nBut in my head they\'ll always last\nAnd in the end before I could be\nI\'d shown the world\nWhat it means to me\nBelieve it or not, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me\n \nWill I ever see your face again\nWill I ever touch your skin\nI\'ll never stop loving everything you do\nBut not me and you \n \nAnd the moon was in the sky\nAnd the tears did fill my eyes\nAnd the memories they all had passed\nBut in my head they\'ll always last\nAnd in the end before I could be\nI\'d shown the world\nWhat it means to me\nBelieve it or not, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me \n \nAnd in the end, I made them see\nThis is what happiness means to me",1 +6403,Danzig___Im_The_One,anger, "I’m the One \nI was born in the dirt\nI never had no home\nAnd the places I\'ve lived\nYou don\'t wanna know\nBut if you wanna hear evil\nJust come a little bit close \nI was a snake-eyed boy\nAnd at the age of five\nI made love to the howl of the wolves\nWith a dark haired girl\nSo if you wanna hear evil\nCome a little bit close\nShe whispered in my ear\nLittle boy you the one\nSet the world to rights\nMake it tremble in fear\nDo it one more time\n\'Cause you the one, you\'re the one \n \nYou\'re the one, you\'re the one\nYou\'re the one, you\'re the one\nYea, you\'re the one\nLittle boy, you\'re the one\nDo it one more time \n \nShe said the path you walk\nGonn\' be hard one to tread\n\'Cause the night is your only love\nLots of girls gonn\' be hurt\nSaid it\'s part of your fate\n\'Cause you\'re the one, you\'re the one \nAnd now I know my place\nIn this life I ride\nAnd I know the things I feel\nA burning deep inside\nSo if you want to meet evil\nI\'m the one, I\'m the one\n \nI\'m the one, I\'m the one\nI\'m the one, I\'m the one\nYea, I\'m the one\nI\'m the one, I\'m the one\nDo it one more time ",3 +6717,DeBarge___Rhythm_Of_The_Night,happy, "Rhythm of the Night \nWhen it feels like the world is on your shoulders\nAnd all of the madness has got you going crazy\nIt\'s time to get out, step out into the street\nWhere all of the action is right there at your feet \n \nWell, I know a place where we can dance the whole night away\nUnderneath electric stars\nJust come with me and we can shake your blues right away\nYou\'ll be doing fine when the music starts, oh\n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah \n \nLook out on the street now, the party\'s just beginning\nThe music\'s playing, a celebration\'s starting\nUnder the street lights the scene is being set\nA night for romance, a night you won\'t forget \n \nSo, come join the fun, this ain\'t no time to be staying home\nOoh, there\'s too much going on\nTonight is gonna be a night like you\'ve never known\nWe\'re gonna have a good time the whole night long, oh \n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah\n \nCome join the fun, this ain\'t no time to be staying home\nOoh, there\'s too much going on\nTonight is gonna be a night like you\'ve never known\nWe\'re gonna have a good time the whole night long, oh \n[Chorus: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh baby, oh darlin\'\nForget about the worries on your mind Oh\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh baby, ooh\nForget about the worries on your mind Ooh \n[Outro: DeBarge, El DeBarge]\nLa, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la, la-la-la\nLa, la-la-la The music\'s playing\nLa, la, la It\'s a celebration, la, la, la\nThe music\'s playing, everybody dance\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa\nForget about the worries on your mind\n\'Cause you can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nDance until the morning light\nForget about the worries on your mind\nYou can leave them all behind\nTo the beat of the rhythm of the night\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-whoa ",0 +2872,Ben_Watt___Some_Things_Dont_Matter,calm, "Some Things Don’t Matter This boy breezes in from the south-west\nThis boy sees his days in the middle-east\nThis boy eased his way up the silver Thames\nBut what is that when this boy, he needs love\nHe needs love \nThis boy thought he had found this girl\nThis boy ought to have kept that girl\nThis boy caught up in the wheels of fate\nThis boy deserves, oh, this boy he needs love\nAn everlasting love\nHe needs love\nOh, this boy, he knows how to feel\nThe blood in his heart runs as strong as cochineal\nThis boy, oh he knows what’s real\nSo give him love, an everlasting love\nGive him love \nOh this boy he’s got a heart of gold\nAnd gold’s the most precious thing you could ever hold\nAnd if his heart is made of that\nWhat need more be told?\nJust give him love, an everlasting love\nGive him love \nThis boy breezes in from the south-west\nThis boy sees his day in the middle-east\nThis boy eased his way up the silver Thames\nBut what is that?\nThis boy deserves, oh, he needs love\nAn everlasting love\nGive him love\nOh, give it to him, he needs it now\nAn everlasting, everlasting, everlasting, everlasting love ",2 +4199,Brendan_Benson___Gold_Into_Straw,sad, "Gold into Straw I\'m writing the words to this song with a poison pen\nI\'m turning straw into gold and then back again\nWhen you used to be my friend\nBefore you turned your back on me in the end \nI\'m building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew\nI\'m sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you\nAnd I\'ll lay you to rest\nI\'ll put flowers on your chest, on your chest \nAnd it\'s happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nAnd I\'ve got to be dumb\nIf it\'s always in fun\nI\'m digging a hole with my hands six feet in the ground\nI\'m chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found\nMeet this friend indeed\nMay he rest in peace and get on with \nI\'m learning to live with the guilt of remembering\nI\'m willing to try to forgive and forget this thing\nThat\'s gone on too long\nYou were right, I was wrong, so wrong \nAnd it\'s happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nAnd I\'ve got to be dumb\nIf it\'s always in fun \nBut enough\'s enough\nHold my breath while I pass\nWhile I pass you by \nAnd it\'s happened again\nPull a fast one on me\nYou can undo what you\'ve done\nAnd it\'s always in fun \nIf it happens again\nPull a fast one on me\nThen I\'ve got to be dumb\nAnd in more ways than one\n And it\'s always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one\nAnd it\'s always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one\nAnd it\'s always in fun\nAnd in more ways than one ",1 +489,Aimee_Mann___You_Could_Make_A_Killing,calm, "You Could Make a Killing \nThere is nothing that competes with habit\nAnd I know it\'s neither deep nor tragic\nIt\'s simply that you have to have it \n \nSo you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing \n \nI wish I was both young and stupid\nThen I too could have the fun that you did\n\'Til it was time to pony up what you bid\n \nSo you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing\nOh you can make a killing \n \nI could follow you and search the rubble\nOr stay right here and save myself some trouble\nOr try to keep myself from seeing double \n \nOr I could make a killing\nOr I could make a killing\nOh I could make a killing\nYeah I could make a killing\nYeah I could make a killingSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82 1 ",2 +2633,Beck___Its_All_In_Your_Mind,calm, "It’s All in Your Mind \nWell, it\'s all in your mind\nIt\'s all in your mind\nWell, it\'s all in your mind\nIt\'s all in your mind \n \nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nWanted to be\nYour good friend\n \nWell, I cannot believe\nYou got a devil up your sleeve\nAnd he\'s talking to me\nAnd I cannot believe \n \nAnd I wanted to be\nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nYour good friend \n \nWell, you\'re all scared and stiff\nA sick, stolen gift\nAnd the people you\'re with\nThey\'re all scared and stiff \n \nAnd I wanted to be\nI wanted to be\nWanted to be\nYour good friendSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249 1 ",2 +506,Aimee_Mann___You_Do,sad, "You Do \nYou stay the night at his house\nWith no ride to work\nAnd I\'m the one who tells you\nHe\'s another jerk\nBut you\'re the one who can succeed\nYou\'ve only got to prove your need \n \nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\n \nThe sex you\'re trading up for\nWhat you hope is love\nIs just another thing that\nHe\'ll be careless of\nBut though they\'re caveats galore\nYou\'ve only got to love him more \n \nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nEven when it\'s all too clear \n \nYou write a little note that\nYou leave on the bed\nAnd spend some time dissecting\nEvery word he said\nAnd if he seemed a little strange\nWell, baby, anyone can change \n \nAnd you do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nYou do, you do, you do\nYou really do\nYou really do\nYou really doSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1 +2679,Beirut___Nantes,sad, "Nantes \nWell it\'s been a long time, long time now\nSince I\'ve seen you smile\nAnd I\'ll gamble away my fright\nAnd I\'ll gamble away my time\nAnd in a year, a year or so\nThis will slip into the sea\nWell, it\'s been a long time, long time now\nSince I\'ve seen you smile \n \nNobody raise your voices\nJust another night in Nantes\nNobody raise your voices\nJust another night in Nantes\n[Bridge: Simone Simon & Fernand Ledoux]\n...plaisanter\nOh non je t\'en prie, nous ne sommes pas chez nous\nOh je t\'assure que Victoire...\nNon, laisse moi!\nMais qu\'est-ce que tu as aujourd\'hui?\nJ\'ai que les hommes me dégoûtent, vous ne pensez qu\'à ça \n \nWell it\'s been a long time, long time now\nSince I\'ve seen you smile\nAnd I\'ll gamble away my fright\nAnd I\'ll gamble away my time\nAnd in a year, a year or so\nThis will slip into the sea\nWell, it\'s been a long time, long time now\nSince I\'ve seen you smile 18 ",1 +1785,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Like_It_or_Not,happy, "Like It or Not I\'ll tell you anything but not the truth\nMy Mum thinks she\'s in love with you and I\'m not\nAnd just to be sure do you wanna ride\nLet me tell you something about christmas time when it\'s hot \nWhen were cornered\nOn a bid to scare\nI kept you from my reaches\nDidn\'t mean to care what we got\nDo you like it or not?\nI\'m changing all your pills to vitamins\nYou got me eating form your hands\nGirl we\'re locked\nRound about 10 with a love tattoo\nYou left me in yr cell\nThe things you do\nWhen you\'re rot \nWhen were cornered in a bid to scare\nI kept you from my reaches\nDidn\'t mean to care what we got\nDo you like it or not? \nI\'ll tell you anything but not the truth\nMy Mum thinks she\'s in love with you and I\'m not\nAnd just to be sure do you wanna ride\nLet me tell you something about new york when it\'s hot \nEnormously Low\nNo It\'s true\nThere\'s never been a knife that cuts me half as deep as you\nAnd wide for you\nDespite the dreams that others grow",0 +3886,Boney_M___Calendar_Song_January__February__March,happy, "Calendar Song January, February, March... January, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July \nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December \nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December\nAugust, September, October\nNovember, December \nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July \nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July \nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July\nJanuary, February, March, April, May\nJune, July ",0 +163,AFI___Summer_Shudder,sad, "Summer Shudder \nListen when I say\nWhen I say it\'s real\nReal life goes undefined\nWhy must you be so miserable?\nEverything you take\nMakes me more unreal\nReal lines are undefined\nHow can this be so miserable? \n \nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away\nUnder the summer rain\n \nListen, I can\'t make\nMake a sound, or feel\nFeel fine, I kissed the lies\nWhy must they be so kissable?\nListen as I break\nBreak the four wall seal\nGorgeous eyes shine suicide\nWhen will we be invisible? \n \nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away \n \nThis is the fall\nThis is the long way down\nAnd our lives look smaller now\nAnd our lives look so small\nWill they hear you crying\nThis is the fall\nThis is the long way down\nAnd our lives look smaller now\nAnd our lives look so small\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125 \nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nWe burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nI burned away\nUnder the summer rain\nBurn\nYou turned away ",1 +5934,Cradle_Of_Filth___Funeral_In_Carpathia,sad, "Funeral in Carpathia Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded\nNightfall take my hand\nSeduce me with silky timbred limbs\nGrant me thy dark command\nOver the peaks framing tapestries\nOf thick forest, dusk has filled\nWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist\nCreeping like violations from the shadows to kill \nLucretia\nIs my love in vein\nWhen thy tears bleed sweeter\nThan the midsummer rain?\nBewinged, infested belfries\nToll o\'er the sobbing throng\nA writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes\nWhipped and welted \'neath the barbed windsong...\nIn sadean paradise\nAncestral legacies linger on... \nI am He\nThe crowned and conquering darkness\nSatan robed in ecumenical filth\nLivid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph \nThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deep\nAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies\nI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep\nEmbroided by these words Malaresia scribed \n Beauty slept and angels wept\nFor Her immortal soul\nIn this repose, all evil chose\nTo claim her for their very own \nCarpathia\nThe pleasured dead speak of her\nIn necromantic tongue\nWhen ambered daylights are done\nMasturbating in their graves\nOn her zenith to come... \nThis catafalque night when awed stars report\nTheir absence from the heavenly brow\nCrippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts\nWhilst the cloaked maelstorm resounds throughout\n How the storm it fulfills\nMy heart, though unhealed\nCelestial knives ebonied\nAnd wild woods thrill\nYet far fiercer still\nHer lustre eviscerates me \nCarpathia\nPriapic lovers twist in concert with Her\nCovenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates\nThe path towards the castle weary innocence takes \nI rule as Master here\nWhere feral hordes impart my temper\nLove sank wounded when I, betrayed\nSaw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage \n Usher the spite seething Draconist\nAnd commit this world to thy ancient\nSovereignty \nErubescent veil descend\nPsalmed sunset thus portends\nAnd laid to rest, I now am blessed\nWith this darkness...Forever more\nSupreme Vampiric Evil \nThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deep\nAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies\nI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep\nEmbroided by these words Malaresia scribed \n Beauty slept and angels wept\nFor Her immortal soul\nIn this repose, all evil chose\nTo claim her for their very own \nCarpathia\nThe pleasured dead speak of her\nIn necromantic tongue\nWhen ambered daylights are done\nMasturbating in their graves\nOn her zenith to come... \nCandelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded\nNightfall take my hand\nSeduce me with silky timbred limbs\nGrant me thy dark command\nOver the peaks framing tapestries\nOf thick forest, dusk has filled\nWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist\nCreeping like violations from the shadows, to kill... ",1 +8374,Enrique_Iglesias___Can_You_Hear_Me,happy, "Can You Hear Me \nCan you hear me? \n \nI am numb but i can still feel you\nSometimes I’m blind but I see you\nYou are here but so far away\nThe times when you want to Im missing you\nMakes me feel like I’m spinning\nSometimes you get what you gain\n \nI’m on a course of collision\nAm not about to give in\nCan’t explain my position or the condition that I’m in\nWhere I am is no limit, no walls, no ceilings\nNo intermission, so let\nLet the party begin \n \nHey.. Hey.. Hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey Hey Can You Hear Me?\nOooow\nHey.. Hey.. Hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey Hey Can You Hear Me?\nOooow \n \nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nCan You Hear Me?\nOooow \n \nDon’t you mean that you’re my vision\nI got to make a decision\nDo I go, do I stay? Stay\n You’ve gotten into my system\nYou are in control of my mental\nI’m in a euphoric state \n \nI’m on a course of collision\nAm not about to give in\nCan’t explain my position or the condition that I’m in \nWhere I am is no limit, no walls, no ceilings\nNo intermission, so let\nLet the party begin \n \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me?\nCan you hear me?\nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me?\nOoow \n \nOoow Ooow Ooow Ooow Ooow Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me? Ooow\nCan you hear me?\n \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? ooow \nHey, hey, hey all the way\nDJ let it play\nHey hey can you hear me? Can you hear me? \n \nEnrique, Yeah I can\nThis is Mr Morales1 ",0 +9416,Francis_Dunnery___Good_Life,sad, "Good Life Softly now, you owe it to the world\nAnd everyone knows that you\'re my favorite girl\nBut there are somethings in life that are not meant to be\nI\'m not meant for you, and you\'re not meant for me\nHere\'s to our problems and here\'s to our fights\nHere\'s to our achings and here\'s to your having...\nA good life, from me \nSoflty now, you owe it to yourself\nAnd dont think that you will be left on the shelf\nCuz, there\'s someone for you and there\'s someone for me\nLike me, you\'ll meet them eventually\nHere\'s to your lover and here\'s to my wife\nHere\'s to your children and here\'s to your having...\nA good life, from me\nBaby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby \nLoudly now, you\'ve lost all your pain\nYou\'re married with children and happy again\nNow I\'m regretting the moves that I made\nFatal mistakes are so easily made\nEnough of my problems they only cause fights\nForget that I rang you and promise you\'ll have such a\nBeautifully happy and\nPainlessly romantic...\nGood life, from me\nGood life",1 +2156,Augustana___Sunday_Best,happy, "Sunday Best When she\'s sleeping on the sofa\nWhen she\'s laying in her Sunday best\nWhen she\'s turning over Friday\nI could swear I\'m sleeping less and less\nWhen the ocean\'s getting warmer\nAnd California\'s on her mind\nLos Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright \nAnd I won\'t...\nNo I won\'t...\nNo I won\'t...\nCause she\'s already at the door\nShe\'s already out of here\nShe\'s already gone away . . . already gone away\nWell I\'m coming on a Sunday\nAnd I think about you all the time\nI wonder what you\'re doin\'\nI wonder why you never cry\nWhen Boston\'s always raining\nAnd we never ever seem alive\nI sung about you once now, I guess I might as well... \nAnd I won\'t... don\'t think back, don\'t come back\nNo I won\'t... don\'t come back, don\'t think back\nNo I won\'t... don\'t come back, don\'t go back \nCause I\'m already out the door\nI\'m already out of here\nI\'m already gone away . . . already gone away \nWell I\'m already out the door\nShe\'s already out of here\nI\'ve already gone away\nAlready gone away \nDon\'t come back, don\'t come back\nDon\'t come back, don\'t come back",0 +2464,Barry_Manilow___Looks_Like_We_Made_It,sad, "Looks Like We Made It \nThere you are\nLooking just the same as you did last time I touched you\nAnd here I am\nClose to getting tangled up inside the thought of you \n \nDo you love him\nAs much as I love her?\nAnd will that love be strong\nWhen old feelings start to stir?\n \nLooks like we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it \n \nLove\'s so strange\nPlaying hide and seek with hearts and always hurting\nAnd we\'re the fools\nStanding close enough to touch those burning memories \n \nAnd if I hold you\nFor the sake of all those times\nLove made us lose our minds\nCould I ever let you go? \n \nWhoa no, we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it\nOh, we made it\nSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30 \nLooks like we made it\nLeft each other on the way to another love\nLooks like we made it\nOr I thought so till today\nUntil you were there, everywhere\nAnd all I could taste was love the way we made it\nLooks like we made it\nWhoa babe, we made it\nLooks like we made it ",1 +2532,Bauhaus___Burning_From_The_Inside,sad, "Burning from the Inside Running without aim\nThrough the razor weeds\nThat only reach my knees\nAnd when I\'m lying in the grey sleep\nI don\'t know how to walk the boards\nI open my eyes, and look at the floor\nAnd now I don\'t see you anymore \nThere is no choice, we make a point\nTo counteract a threatening hand\nClose my hold\nLet\'s be near\nLet\'s be near the atmosphere",1 +9456,Frank_Sinatra___Time_After_Time,happy, "Time After Time What good are words I say to you?\nThey can\'t convey to you whats in my heart\nIf you could hear instead\nThe things Ive left unsaid \nTime after time\nI tell myself that I\'m\nSo lucky to be loving you \nSo lucky to be\nThe one you run to see\nIn the evening, when the day is through\nI only know what I know\nThe passing years will show\nYouve kept my love so young, so new \nAnd time after time\nYoull hear me say that I\'m\nSo lucky to be loving you",0 +4590,Busted___Thunderbirds_Are_Go,happy, "Thunderbirds Are Go Spring break\'s come around and\nThere\'s more heroes to be found\nThere\'s something major going down on Tracy Island island \nWeapons underground\nKeeping our planet safe and sound\nIf someone evil\'s coming round they should be frightened frightened \nCause now the boys are back in town\nNo strings to hold them down, down\nchorus\nDon\'t be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they\'ll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid\'s about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go \nKids are learning fast\nThey know the T-birds kick some ass\nBe sure that there\'s no coming last\nIf your on their side their side \nIt always looks so cool\nWhen spaceships come out of the pool\nYou know that you\'d just be a fool\nTo be a bad guy bad guy \nCause now the boys are back in town\nNo strings to hold them down \nchorus\nDon\'t be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they\'ll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid\'s about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go\n break\nThunderbirds are go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go... \nchorus\nDon\'t be mad please, stop the hating\nJust be glad that they\'ll be waiting\nFriends we have are ever changing\nYou know the lid\'s about to blow\nWhen the Thunderbirds are go \nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are go Thunderbirds are go\nThunderbirds are\nThunderbirds are\nThunderbirds are go3 ",0 +3646,Blue_October___Balance_Beam,happy, "Balance Beam \nI haven\'t been quite the same\nSo sure the story of my life would never change\nAnd in a bright eyed way\nI rinsed out the soap in my eyes\nAnd wrote a song that I\'m about to sing\n\'Cause it\'s about a girl that I hardly even know\nSo this is not another love song\nJust a list of things that I should know\nAnd everyone should know that\n \nOne: You\'ve got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You\'ve got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You\'ve got to tell her that she\'s pretty\nFour: You\'ve got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you\'ve got to make it bend\nYeah, you\'ve got to show her that she\'s a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale \n \nWe took a walk in the rain\nI suggested, she confessed that\nThere\'s a heart nearby to cast some shade\nStay cool, but I\'m giddy like a schoolboy\nYou\'ve got to handle with care, this is not a toy\nGradually, we touched\nAlthough our clothes were wet, we sat and smiled\nI never thought I\'d smile so much\nThe first kiss always says the most \n \nOne: You\'ve got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You\'ve got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You\'ve got to tell her that she\'s pretty\nFour: You\'ve got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you\'ve got to make it bend\nYeah, you\'ve got to show her that she\'s a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale\nOh, this fairy tale, I wanna sing to you\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40 And everyone should know that \n \nOne: You\'ve got to take it kind of slowly\nTwo: You\'ve got to hurry up and make your move\nThree: You\'ve got to tell her that she\'s pretty\nFour: You\'ve got to be the perfect gentleman\nWhen you shake the wall, you\'ve got to make it bend\nYeah, you\'ve got to show her that she\'s a balance beam\nAnd I keep falling all around her fairy tale\nFairy tale, some kind of fairy tale\nSome kind of fairy tale\nAnd everyone should know that3 ",0 +61,A_Fine_Frenzy___You_Picked_Me,happy, "You Picked Me One two three\nCounting out the signs we see\nThe tall buildings\nFading in the distance\nOnly dots on a map\nFour five six\nThe two of us a perfect fit\nYou\'re all mine all mine \nAnd all I can say\nIs you blow me away\nLike an apple on a tree\nHiding out behind the leaves\nI was difficult to reach\nBut you picked me\nLike a shell upon a beach\nJust another pretty piece\nI was difficult to see\nBut you picked me\nYeah you picked me \nSo softly\nRain against the windows\nAnd the strong coffee\nWarming up my fingers\nIn this fisherman\'s house\nYou got me\nSearched the sand\nAnd climbed the tree\nAnd brought me back down \nAnd all I can say\nIs you blow me away \nLike an apple on a tree\nHiding out behind the leaves\nI was difficult to reach\nBut you picked me\nLike a shell upon a beach\nJust another pretty piece\nI was difficult to see\nBut you picked me, yeah you picked me",0 +8653,Everclear___So_Much_For_The_Afterglow,happy, "So Much for the Afterglow This is a song about Susan\nThis is a song about the girl next door\nThis is a song about the everyday occurrences that make me feel like letting go\nYes I think we\'ve got a problem \nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow \nThis is a song about Susan\nYeah, this is a song about the way things are\nThis is a song about the scary things you see from the corner of your eye\nDon\'t you wonder why\nWe never talk about the future?\nYeah, we never talk about the past anymore\nWe never ask ourselves the questions to the answers that nobody even wants to know\nGuess our honeymoon is over \nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow \nOoh, I remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember when we used to want to hang out\nI remember we could talk about anything\nI remember, I remember, I remember! \nYeah! \nYeah, We never talk about the future\nOh, We never talk about the past anymore\nWe never ask ourselves the questions to the answers that nobody needs to know\n Oh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nSo much for the afterglow\nOh well oh well oh well\nYes I guess we need the drama \nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nYeah, so much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow\nSo much for the afterglow ",0 +6303,Damien_Rice___Cold_Water,calm, "Cold Water Cold, cold water\nSurrounds me now\nAnd all I\'ve got\nIs your hand \nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nOr am I lost? \nLove one\'s daughter\nAllow me that\nAnd I can\'t let go\nOf your hand\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nLord, can you hear me now?\nOr am I lost? \nCold, cold water\nSurrounds me now\nAnd all I\'ve got\n \nIs your hand\n \nLord? Can you hear me?\nLord? Can you hear me now?\nLord? Can you hear me?\nLord?\nOr am I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?\nAm I lost?",2 +8134,Eluveitie___Tegernako,happy, "Tegernakô A folk of cheeriness and strength\nContent with the life they lived\nSo-called barbarians yet with eyes cleared\nFor what they truly need and what damn not \nFree and plain \nBarbarians, farmers and savages\nCounted as ignorant and uncivil\nBut told to bow before the emperors throne\nThey were at least not venal\nTrue and plain freedom - of this natures clan\nTrue and plain pride - of this Celtic clan\nTrue and plain dignity - Tegernako! \nNot for riches, not for sway\nNot for economic benefits\nMet they the emperors requirements\nFor freedom can\'t be bought",0 +6768,Dead_Soul_Tribe___A_lullaby_for_the_devil,sad, "A Lullaby for the Devil Close your eyes and try to sleep\nYou have been awake too long\nClose your eyes and try to sleep\nLet the day drift by\nYou\'ve been awake for way too long \nForget about today\nLet it drift away\nLet your logic go\nLet your feeling grow\nLet go of all your hate\nLet it dissipate\nFind the love within\nLet the dream begin \nDo not hesitate\nTake the great escape\nFinally silence the pain and the violence today\nChoose another fate\nThat which you create\nNever again\nNever again will you hold your hand over this place \nDream this night away till morn\nSleeping like a baby born\nRest your mind and let your sorrow\nFade into the night \nWhen you reawake\nIn all that you forsake\nThe bitter season end\nReady to ascend \nIn the morning light\nThrough a second sight\nLearning to forgive\nFinally learn to live",1 +2889,Bent___Swollen,calm, "Swollen With you in my garden\nIt\'s more peaceful inside\nDon\'t need anything else\nTo make me feel alive\nYou electrify me\nAnd I want to be in your arms\nFor always\nFor always \nOur love is swollen\nMade of the quietest shade of loud\nHolds me like an anchor\nFloats just like a cloud",2 +3273,Black_Box_Recorder___Child_Psychology,sad, "Child Psychology \nI stopped talking when I was six years old\nI didn\'t want anything more to do with the outside world\nI was happy being quiet\nBut of course they wouldn\'t leave me alone\nMy parents tried every trick in the book\nFrom speech therapists to child psychologists\nThey even tried bribery\nI could have anything, as long as I said it out loud \n \nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\n \nOf course, this episode didn\'t last forever\nI\'d made my point and it was time to move on\nTo peel away the next layer of deceit\nAnd see what new surprises lay in store\nMy school report said I showed no interest\n A disruptive influence \nI felt sorry for them in a way\nAnd when they finally expelled me\nIt didn\'t mean a thing \n \nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it \n \nAt that time, she stopped what she was doing\nShe stopped playing\nShe stared, she had the facial grimacing\nAnd then the psychiatrist was saying\n Julie, Julie, can you hear me?\nCan you open your eyes?\nCan you stick out your tongue? \nAnd all of a sudden, Julie struck out\n \nThe November day I came home\nThe Christmas decorations were already up\nSpray on snow, coloured flashing lights\nAnd an artificial tree that played Silent Night\nOver and over again\nMy parents welcomed me with loving arms\nBut within an hour were back at each others throats\nNormal, happy childhood back on course\nBatteries not included \n \nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it\nLife is unfair\nKill yourself or get over it14 ",1 +8675,Evergrey___Fragments,sad, "Fragments Fragments of the past flash before my eyes\nNever ending streams of images colliding\nSilhouettes of memories slowly fading away\nIllusionary seductions haunts me in my dreams \nFighting for freedom\nBut the chains I\'m in won\'t break\nIt will soon be too late \nI am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow when my soul falters?\nI am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow?\nI am weak & bothered\nBlinded by the fear\nOf being left alone\nI seek the truth within\nAs the shadows are closing in \nCalling oblivion\nCause the state I\'m in won\'t change\nAnd I\'m fighting for freedom\nCause the chains I\'m in won\'t break \nI am here, I am lost\nI am weak & bothered\nIs this it?\nWill I grow when my soul falters?",1 +5183,Cheap_Trick___Aint_That_A_Shame,happy, "Ain’t That a Shame You made me cry when you said good-bye\nAin\'t that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin\'t that a shame...you\'re the one to blame\nYou broke my heart, now we\'re apart\nAin\'t that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin\'t that a shame...you\'re the one to blame \nAh, yes you are\nFarewell, good-bye, although I\'ll cry\nAin\'t that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin\'t that a shame...you\'re the one to blame\nAh!\nYou made me cry when you said good-bye\nAin\'t that a shame...my tears fall like rain\nAin\'t that a shame...you\'re the one to blame",0 +178,ALL_SHALL_PERISH___Memories_Of_A_Glass_Sanctuary,sad, "Memories of a Glass Sanctuary I drove away another word to value\nSo I\'d grow without you\nStill I wake up in your arms\nDreams have lost their charm\nHanged and torn I live through this\nThough it\'s through, I\'ll save it all away\nMemories of a glass sanctuary\nMemories of a glass sanctuary",1 +3694,Blur___Ambulance,sad, "Ambulance \nI ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain\'t got\nAnything to be scared of\nBecause I love you \n \nI was born out of love\nIt\'s the only way to come into this world\nI know I\'m not all there\nBut I\'m getting, getting, getting there\nIf you let me live my life\nI\'ll stay with you to the end\nAnd I know, lord\nI\'m nearly there\nI want to tell you this\n \nI ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo I ain\'t got\nAnything to be scared of\nBecause I love you \n \nI ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of\nNo ain\'t got\nNothing to be scared of 2 ",1 +2254,Ayria___Beta_Complex,sad, "Beta Complex I\'ve wasted time\nI\'ve wasted this mind\nA superficial life\nWith apathy\nI know we have not won\nI know this all because\nWhen we have everything\nIt will not change a thing \nJust leave me alone today\nBecause all I do causes so much pain\nKnow no one part hello\nThe depthless friends that go\nIf I don\'t feel something\nI\'m going to burst\nI tied you to myself\nI thought that that would help\nI tried to pull you in\nI let the rope break \nJust leave me alone today\nBecause all I do causes so much pain \nI feel bad today\nI don\'t really know what to say\nI don\'t want to feel bad today\nBut I guess it\'s always the way \nI don\'t want you and there\'s nothing I can do",1 +8888,Farewell___First_One_On_The_Blog,happy, "First One On The Blog Pardon my friend, he\'s not from here\nHe\'s got a knack for speaking with his hands\nGot a short fuse, like a time bomb set to explode\nI hope you understand we\'re even now\nSo just get on with your life\nSo take a bow\nCause you know that I will never be the same \nWell, your cover has been blown\nGonna teach you that you reap what you sow\nGonna take you for everything you own\nWhile your girlfriend\'s slipping in through the back door\nAnd if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend \nFight for what you believe in\nStand your ground and stay proud\nShout at the top of your lungs now\nRaise your voices up and join the crowd \nYour cover has been blown\nGonna teach you that you reap what you sow\nGonna take you for everything you own\nWhile your girlfriend\'s slipping in through the back door \nAnd if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend\nIf you mess with me\nThen you will have to face the consequence\nWords of wisdom for the weary\nSee who gets it in the end \nNow look who\'s setting the pace\nYou said that we\'d never make it\nSo wipe that grin off your face\nYou\'re far too phony to fake it\n And if you mess with me\nThen you will have to answer to my friends\nJust a warning for the masses\nNot that hard to comprehend\nIf you mess with me\nThen you will have to face the consequence\nWords of wisdom for the weary\nSee who gets it in the end \nSo let me be the first one on the blog to say it\nLet me be the guy to carry all the blame\nAnd when it\'s too much to bear\nYou know your friends will be there\nSo hang on\nHang on ",0 +1398,Anita_Baker___Men_In_My_Life,happy, "Men in My Life \nI\'m such a lucky woman\nFolks don\'t understand\nHow I handle so much loving\nFrom more than one man\nAsk me how I do it\nMy time\'s in such demand\nFrom sunrise down to sunset\nDo the best that I can \n \n\'Cause I know that I could never choose just one\n\'Cause there\'s three men in my life\nThey\'re my husband and my sons, yes\n \nTell you one is tall and handsome\nOne is full of life\nThe big one steals my covers\nIn the middle of the night\nEach one swears they need me\nAnd I believe they\'re right\n\'Cause the young ones call me Mommy \nAnd the other calls me wife \n \nAnd I never knew that I could love as much\n\'Cause the three men in my life\nThey\'re my husband and my sons \n \nHush, hush, hush, hush\nHush, hush, hush, hush, now \n \nSomeday they\'re gonna leave me\nGonna strike out on their own\nOff to raise a family\nLittle babies of their own\nI\'ll be here with daddy\nJust as happy as you please\nTo watch the branches growing on our family tree\nSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69 \nAnd I know that I could never love just one\nNever knew that I could ever love so much\nAnd I know that I could never in my life\nWithout my husband and my sons \n \nHush, hush, hush, hush\nHush ",0 +7416,Donovan___Summer_Day_Reflection_Song,sad, "Summer Day Reflection Song Cat\'s a-sleeping in the sun\nEyes take heed the colours call\nSunlight patterns touch the wall\nRed kerchiefs sail and fall\nCat\'s a sleeping in the sun \nDragon kite in the sky\nWheel and turns, spin and fly\nAttacked by rooks and never fail\nTo cry the sound of fairy tales\nThe cat is walkin\' in the sun\nAll the pebbles I have seen\nPrecious stones for Colleen\nEvery minute I pass through\nWith the grooves spent with you\nThe cat is yawning in the sun \nJewelled castles I have built\nWith freak feelings of guilt\nAnd the words stab to the hilt\nPick the flower and it will wilt\nCat\'s a-shifting in the sun \nMarionette dangles death\nInsensitivity is fed\nBy the TV wizard\'s wand\nOnce in the spell you\'re conned\nCat\'s a-smiling in the sun \nCat\'s a-smiling in the sun\nEyes take heed the colours call\nSunlight patterns touch the wall\nRed kerchiefs sail and fall\nCat\'s a-smiling in to me",1 +7374,Don_Gibson___Sea_of_Heartbreak,sad, "Sea of Heartbreak \nThe lights in the harbour\nDon\'t shine for me\nI\'m like a lost ship\nAdrift on the sea \n \nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI\'m on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n \nHow did I lose you?\nOh, where did I fail?\nWhy did you leave me\nAlways to sail? \n \nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI\'m on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak \n \nOh, what I\'d give just to sail back to shore\nBack to your arms once more \n \nOh, come to my rescue\nCome here to me\nTake me and keep me\nAway from the sea \n \nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI\'m on the sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n \nSea of heartbreak\nIt\'s sea of heartbreak\nSea of heartbreak3 ",1 +936,Allister___Radio_Player,happy, "Radio Player There\'s a broken needle scratching my 45 collection\nThrough a burnt out blown two speaker combination\nThere\'s nothing left to do but crank it up loud\nIt\'s pumping through my head and its knocking me out\nIt doesn\'t really matter what\'s going on now\n\'Cuz all I wanna do is \nKeep the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs\nThere\'s a broken CD player in the backseat of my car\nNext to the pieces of what\'s left from my first guitar\nThere\'s nothing left to do but crank it up loud\nIt\'s pumping through my head and its knocking me out\nIt doesn\'t really matter what\'s going on now\n\'Cuz all I wanna do is \nKeep the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs \nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs \nSome people say that my radio is dead\nBut I won\'t let myself believe it \nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs \nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs\n We left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nBecause the radio\'s playing all my favorite songs \nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all night long\nWe left the radio playing all my favorite songs ",0 +1604,Antony__The_Johnsons___Divine,sad, "Divine Goodbye, baby\nBaby, goodbye\nDivine, oh Divine\nFalling like a picture of time \nOh, he was the Mother of America\nHe was my self-determined guru\nMyself, I hold your big fat heart in my hands\nWell I hold your bleeding heart in my hands \nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness\nDid someone mention a rapture?\nWell I turn to think of you\nWho walked the way with so much pain?\nWho holds the mirror up to fools? \nAnd I\'ll murder the ingrates\nWho stand in our way\nAnd I\'ll swallow shit, laughing\nOn my bed of hay \nAnd I hold your burning heart in my hands\nAnd I hold your burning heart in my hands \nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness \nDivine\nDivine \nA supernova\nA flame on fire\nShining in the darkness 1 ",1 +6087,Current_93___All_The_World_Makes_Great_Blood,sad, "All The World Makes Great Blood Sorry, then bird flight\nPasses across my window\nSorry, then dog crouches\nUnder the still sun\nSorry then moi je\nRegrette tout ce que\nJ\'ai fait\nO le soleil se couche I\nLie me down I lay\nWith Your body under the\nHoneysun\nSuckled love swing mine\nYou were\nI was not yet dressed Tibetan red\nAnd into You, as You\'ll recall\nI fled\nThe twig-smashed landscape\nIs rolling and waving\nWolf wild wide wind walking\nSoft smoke star space stalking\nThis is the comic book end\nWe have waited for\nAnd not believed in\nOh nearly not at all\nOh nearly not at all\nOnce when we were young\nOh once we were so young\nAnd the rain-ways licking the glass\nMade us the observers of the distant distance\nWe there watched the sky\'s goddy tears\nOnly once did Good God cry black\nAnd then all the clock movements start\nTo crick crack crick\nBy the hairs on my head\nBy the stare in my eyes\nBy the pain in my heart\nI shall whisper through signs:\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood\nAll this world makes great blood",1 +1507,Anouk___Who_Cares,anger, "Who Cares Did you ever wake up in the morning\nWith a freight-train running trough your head\nAn empty whiskey bottle by your pillow\nAnd a burnend out unfinished cigarette\nThe night went up in smoke\nLife is but a joke man\nBut I see nobody laughing \nDid you ever live a day\nLike the next day would never come\nBlood\'s dripping on the floor, but who cares\nWho needs you anyway\nYou\'re a stranger to yourself\nAnd this ain\'t no joke, man\nBut I can\'t stop laughing\nchorus\nGreedy, angry people make me\nRun around in circles backwards\nDown the lonely road that keeps me\nRun around in circles \nHow I want to try again\nExcuse me can you lead me\nI just want to try again\nExcuse me can you lead the way",3 +3847,Bon_Iver___Babys,sad, "Babys \nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply! \n \nAnd I\nI\'m the Carnival of Peace\nI\'ll probably start a fleet\nWith no apologies\nAnd the Carnival of Scenes\nIt grows more and more appealing\nBut my woman and I\nMy woman and I know what we\'re for\n \nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!\nSummer comes\nTo multiply\nTo multiply!See Bon Iver LiveGet tickets as low as $101",1 +9444,Frank_Sinatra___Dancing_In_The_Dark,happy, "Dancing In The Dark Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends\nWe\'re dancing in the dark and it soon ends\nWe\'re waltzing in the wonder of why we\'re here\nTime hurries by, we\'re here and we\'re gone \nLooking for the light of a new love\nTo brighten up the night, I have you love\nAnd we can face the music together\nDancing in the dark \nWhat - though love is old\nWhat - though song is old\nThrough them we can be young\nHear this heart of mine\nWailin\' all the time\nDear one, tell me that we\'re one \nLooking for the light of a new love\nTo brighten up the night, I have you love\nAnd we can face the music together\nDancing in the dark, dancing in the dark\nDancing in the dark",0 +761,Alice_In_Videoland___Bad_Boy,happy, "Bad Boy Kiss me, kick me, anyway you want it\nJust don\'t leave me hanging on\nSmack me, slap me, anyway you like it\nJust don\'t leave me at your feet\nPlease me, tease me, satisfy my needs\nYour passion has me hypnotized\nFeel me, heal me, wanna see the real me\nDance until you\'re paralyzed \nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, bad bad boy\nKiss me, kick me, anyway you want it\nJust don\'t leave me hanging on\nSmack me, slap me, anyway you like it\nJust don\'t leave me at your feet\nPlease me, tease me, satisfy my needs\nYour passion has me hypnotized\nFeel me, heal me, wanna see the real me\nDance until you\'re paralyzed \nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, I\'m a dirty girl\nYou\'re a bad boy, bad bad boy \nJust don\'t leave me at your feet \nTurn me, so gently?\nShow me, all over me\nLay with me, turn me off\nStay with me, all night long \nTurn me, so gently?\nShow me, all over me\nLay with me, turn me off\nStay with me, all night long",0 +7196,Dina_Carroll___Dont_Be_A_Stranger,happy, "Don’t Be A Stranger I shouldn\'t be alone with you tonight\nDesire was to strong to put up a fight\nI don\'t understand the way I feel\nAlthough it feels so right\nI really shouldn\'t be...\nHere tonight \nIn your eyes there\'s a sign of intensity\nI sense an atmosphere\nNo need to hide from the way that you feel inside\nThere\'s nothing left to fear\nchorus\nIf only for tonight\ndon\'t be a stranger\nI wanna take this chance\nRisk it all for you\nKnowing what im gonna do\nIf only for tonight\ndon\'t be a stranger\nI want it all from you\nTonight \nYou\'re on my mind all of the time\nI really shouldn\'t stay with you tonight\nBut the more and more I think of it\nThe more it just seems right\nThats why I shouldn\'t be...\nHere tonight \nNow I find out I know who I really am\nI\'m lost without a trace\nSo take me high, take me low or how you know\nAnd help me if you can \nrepeat chorus\nWhy I don\'t know it\nI\'m in too deep, to say no\nHold me close, don\'t let me go\nI wanna take this chance\nRisk it all for you\nIt\'s what im gonna do\n repeat chorus ",0 +2386,Bad_Manners___My_Girl_Lollipop,happy, "My Girl Lollipop My girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as candy, you are my sugar dandy\nOh, oh, my girl lollipop, never ever leave me\nBecause it would grieve me, my heart told me so \nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop\nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou are as sweet as Ghandi, you are my sugar dandy\nEh, My girl Lollipop \nI love you, I love you, I love you so\nAnd I don\'t want you to know\nI need you, I need you, I need you so\nBut I\'ll never let you go \nMy girl Lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up\nYou set my world on fire, you are my one desire\nYeah, My girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, My girl Lollipop\nMy girl Lollipop, oooh little Lollipop",0 +4798,Capital_Lights___Worth_As_Much_As_A_Counterfeit_Dollar,happy, "Worth as Much as a Counterfeit Dollar You\'ve told another lie this time\nYou stood up but your legs aren\'t moving again\nIt\'s your call but it better be the last try\nYou hold ransom for tuition that I\'ve already spent\nSo give it up, give it up, it\'s time\nThey\'re auditioning new roles, hoping we don\'t catch 'em pulling our legs\nDon\'t go the audience from last night\nSpread the word and the new crowd\'s showing up \nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don\'t know you\'re there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nOnce more, the story of your whole life\nFor you it\'s all just a game, but the game never ends\nYour hiding in the closet while your one night stand\'s waiting with his eyes closed counting to ten\nNow gather around, gather around, hats off\nWhile they\'re tossing in their quarters might as well give all the people a show\nDon\'t cry, I\'m not so good at goodbyes\nYou\'re moving on at the same pace I\'m giving up \nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don\'t know you\'re there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nGiving orders from the back seat while the passengers are all unaware\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast \nNow it\'s all gonna unwind, hurry up before the sun goes down\nIt\'s past 4 o\'clock my time, you\'ll come around, now you\'re coming around\nAnd they\'ll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they\'ll all be delighted just to know we\'re alive\nAnd they\'ll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they\'ll all be delighted just to know we\'re alive\nYou\'ve told another lie this time\nYou stood up but your legs aren\'t moving again\nBut all your wasted time goes to show that you\'re just not giving up \nRepeat x2\nThrow the dirt and leave the path beat covered up so we don\'t know you\'re there\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\nGiving orders from the back seat while the passengers are all unaware\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating\nHold your breath until your heart stops beating so fast\n Repeat x4\nAnd they\'ll all be fighting for their own rights\nAnd they\'ll all be delighted just to know we\'re alive ",0 +988,Amanda_Blank___DJ,happy, "DJ My baby, he left me high and dry\nCan\'t be the man for me\nSaid he can\'t tell me why\nHe told me that he loves me\nBut he\'s gotta be alone\nHe doesn\'t need me anymore\nWants to do it on his own\nHe said he doesn\'t wanna run\nBut we hold each other back\nI love him so hard\nI would fall off track\nDJ, play that song a little louder\nI gotta, gotta get him outta my head\nGotta dance the pain away\nCan\'t go to sleep just yet\nDJ, can\'t you play a little harder?\nI gotta, gotta get farther outta the zone\nI need the beat for release\nI can\'t get it on my own \nHow could he say that\nHe loves me unconditionally\nBut still put so many rules\nAnd restrictions on me?\nHe told me, No one\'s gonna love you\nAs much as I do\nBut I can\'t be the man\nThat you need me to. \nHe just couldn\'t hold my hand\nBut he couldn\'t let me go\nWas afraid that I found someone\nThat loves me more\nSo he keeps me in his trap\nWhile he walks out the gate\nHe knows he\'s gonna come back\nHe knows that it\'s too late\n Save me, save me\nThis boy is trying to break me\nI\'m feeling it, I\'m feeling it\nI need someone to take me \nDJ, play that song a little louder\nI gotta, gotta get him out of my head\nGotta dance the pain away\nCan\'t go to sleep just yet\nDJ, can\'t you play a little harder?\nI gotta, gotta get farther outta the zone\nI need the beat for release\nI can\'t get it on my own ",0 +4638,CSS___Lets_Reggae_All_Night,happy, "Let’s Reggae All Night If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon\nThat\'s cool\nIf you are my friend you can clean my house if you want\nOr only if we had a fight. Yeah!\nIf you are my friend you can sharpen my things with your teeth\nThat\'s so sweet\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night Yeah! \nChorus:\nLet\'s Reggae all night Yeah!\nYou are so fast! I\'m so slow, because...\nThat\'s the way I like to roll\nIf you are my friend you can make dance beats for me\nJust for me\nIf you are my friend you can shake my milk and drink\nAnd i can do the same for you, Yeah!\nIf you are my friend you can break my back in half\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night Yeah! \nChorus:\nLet\'s Reggae all night Yeah!\nYou are so fast! I\'m so slow, because...\nThat\'s the way I like to roll x2\nLet\'s Reggae all night Yeah! \nWon\'t you come and save a seat for me?\nWould you please\nWe\'ll have fun you are the only one I think\nYou know this\nI\'m so happy you brought it to me\nFinally!\nWe\'ll have fun you are the only one I think\nYou know this \nIf you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon\nIf you are my friend you can clean my house if you want\nIf you are my friend you can sharpen my things with your teeth\nIf you are my friend we can raise the Jamaican flag\nSo we can reggae all night yeah!",0 +7281,Dismantled___Start_Digging,sad, "Start Digging Start digging... \nYou have to dig through the cold hard ground\nTo find people like me\nThey don\'t make 'em like this anymore\nI\'m an obsolete machine \nSo say goodbye to those empty faces\nAnd run to the fields\nAnd start digging the cold hard ground\nIn hopes to find me\nStart digging... \nBeen digging for days and nights\nNot finding a thing\nYou can barely see in this fog\nAnd don\'t realize I\'m right here \nI\'ve been watching you work so hard\nTrying to get to me\nBut I don\'t wanna ruin that for you\nAnd let you believe in me \nSo\nKeep digging... \nI can\'t barely see you now\nJust a lump of sweat and tears\nYou\'ve all but given up\nAnd that\'s where I come in \nYou\'ve been digging the cold hard ground\nAnd now I\'m finally here\nBut all you that you\'ve really done\nIs dig a grave for me \nThey were right when they said\nI\'m an obsolete machine\nThey just sent me here to show you\nHow futile faith can be\n So, push me in...\nPush me in...\nJust push me \nFinal impact... ",1 +4851,Carmen_McRae___My_Funny_Valentine,sad, "My Funny Valentine My funny valentine\nSweet comic valentine\nYou make me smile with my heart\nYour looks are laughable\nUnphotographable\nYet you\'re my favorite work of art\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little weak\nWhen you open it to speak?\nAre you smart?\nBut don\'t change a hair for me\nNot if you care for me\nStay little valentine stay\nEach day is Valentine\'s Day\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little weak?\nWhen you open it to speak\nAre you smart?\nBut don\'t you change one hair for me\nNot if you care for me\nStay little valentine stay\nEach day is Valentine\'s Day",1 +4513,Buckshot_LeFonque___Another_Day,sad, "Another Day Another day\nStaring out of my window\nThinkin\' bout tomorrow\nWishing things would clear \nNo need to rush\nI ain\'t gonna worry\nAny moment my sorrow\nIs bound to disappear \nSometimes I tell myself I\'m better off without you\nAnd then I have to face the emptiness I feel inside without you\nAnd find a way to make it through another day\nI need a way\nTo find the truth within me\nAccept the fact that I love you\nMy blue eternity \nI hear they say\nWhat doesn\'t kill you makes you stronger\nI must have the heart of a lion\nSifting through love\'s remains \nSometimes I tell myself I\'m better off without you\nAnd then I have to face the emptiness I feel inside without you\nAnd find a way to make it through another day \nMy love for you is etched forever in my memory\nNow I realize that life goes on even though you\'re not here with me\nI wake up looking forward to another day \nA day of livin\' without you\nI can\'t stand livin\' without you\nJust another day",1 +5808,Cooler_Kids___All_Around_The_World_Punk_Debutante,happy, "All Around The World Punk Debutante All around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I\'m a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I\'m a debutante \nThe jet is freaking, the guest list is speakin\'\nWe jet to Ibiza, the people are shrieking\nThe world kids are cravin\' a ravin ' invasion\nI come from the future of next school new wavin\'\nNew York is so fly, my high rise is so high\nThe height of my high style comes right from the turnstile\nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I\'m a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I\'m a debutante \nThe comic guru otaku, Tokyo\nDj come Dj go, elavate electro\nLondon is burning turntables are turning\nNightclubs are discerning my love is returning,... \nAll around the world Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I\'m a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I\'m a debutante \nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nWhen I walk through the door I\'m a debutante\nWhen I come through the door I\'m a debutante \nAll that you want, I\'m debutante\nAll that you want , live wild and free !!! \nthe comic guru otaku, Tokyo\nDj come Dj go,. elevate electro\nNew York is burnin\' turntables are turnin\'\nNightclubs are discerning my love is returning\n All around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl\nAll around the world\nHey girl, hey girl, hey girl\nZippers and your pearls, hey girl \nAll around the world, Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl ",0 +8780,Fad_Gadget___Rickys_Hand,sad, "Ricky’s Hand \nScratched his head, then pulled his ear\nReached out for a glass of beer\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \nFrom the pocket it pulled five pound\nRicky bought another round\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand\nIn the dark it found his zip\nWiped his mouth when he was sick\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \n \nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \n \n \nSix pints later he waved goodbye\nPicked his nose and squashed a fly\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \nSlamming the door it grasped the wheel\nNow Ricky\'s full of man appeal\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \nRicky contravened the highway code\nThe hand lies severed at the side of the road\nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand\n \nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \n \nRicky\'s hand\nRicky\'s hand \n \nRicky\'s hand ",1 +2686,Beirut___The_Flying_Club_Cup,sad, "The Flying Club Cup \nI built my house of reeds\nUpon a marsh in Elise\nMy father was released\nA day\'s walk from San Denise\nWe buried him beneath\nThe bone-white sands of San Denise \n \nSilence of an airborne night\nPush high above the roof\nDaughters of the red lights blind\nThe icy works of art\nThe city lights and restless nights\nGo once upon the Lord\nYou and I will lie beside\nThe fire sparked from boards\nIt\'s yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\n \nIt\'s yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\nIt\'s yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....\nIt\'s yours. Oh oh oh oh oh....",1 +1161,Amy_Studt___If_Only,happy, "If Only \nWhen I get time to myself\nAnd have nothing to do\nI can\'t help feel the bittersweet\nThat searches through and through \n \nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with\n \nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho\'ll give me a helping hand\nI can\'t let life pass me by\nI\'m tired of being me \n \nI\'ve been lonely for too long\nAnd selfishly I\'ve cried\nI need to pull myself back up\nI need to turn the tide \n \nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with \n \nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho\'ll give me a helping hand\nI can\'t let life pass me by\nI\'m tired of being me\n \nSo how long will it be\n\'Til I can let go? \n \nI need to turn the tide\nI want someone to hear me\nSomeone to need me\nSomeone to care for\nSomeone to share with\nSomeone to stay with\nSomeone to lay with \n \nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho\'ll give me a helping hand\nI can\'t let life pass me by\nI\'m tired of being me So tired\nSo how long will it be? \nIf only I could find somebody\nSomeone who will understand\nIf only I could find the one\nTo give me what I need\nIf only I could find somebody\nWho\'ll give me a helping hand\nI can\'t let life pass me by\nI\'m tired of being me\n \nSo how long will it be\n\'Til I can let go?\nOh, 'til I can let go\n\'Til I can let go ",0 +211,Aaliyah___Street_Thing,happy, "Street Thing \nYou and me got a street thing going on \n \nNow that we have come to know each other\nI\'ll never go away, love will always stay here forever\nCause this thing we\'ve got is very rare Yeah\nSo don\'t ever go nowhere\nNo, because \n \nCause you and me got\nA street kinda thing going on\nAnd I\'m so happy that I found you\nOur love ain\'t going nowhere\nIt\'s gonna stay right here\nRight here forever\n \nYou\'ll never have to ask a second time\nI\'m the one for you, you\'re the one for me, so there\'s no doubt in my mind no\nBoy this love we have is oh so real oh, yes it is\nThat\'s why I\'m never going nowhere, no \n \nCause you and me got\nA street kinda thing going on\nAnd I\'m so happy that I found you\nOur love ain\'t going nowhere\nIt\'s gonna stay right here\nRight here forever \n \nYo Liyah, why don\'t you take it to the bridge\nAnd let 'em know how you really feel \n \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\n You can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be \nYou can climb the highest mountain\nYou can swim the deepest sea\nBut, boy, I gotta let you know\nMy love will always be\nAd Lib\nYou can climb\nSwim the deepest sea\nHey, my love will always be, hey\nYou can climb, swim the deepest sea\nI gotta let you know my love will always be\nYes it will, swim the deepest sea\nI gotta let you know, gotta let you know\nYou can go searching, but you will never find\nSomeone like me to love you nowhere, no way, no how\nYou can take a trip all around the world, you will never find\nAnother girl who\'s gonna love you like I do, hold you like I do\nYeah5 ",0 +5793,Connie___Funky_Little_Beat,happy, "Funky Little Beat I want to get to know you better\nSeems like we both belong together\nYou rock my body like no one did\nFull force, lots of care \nBreath to the rhythm as I stare at the way you move\nLots of class as you stomp and grind\nI like that move, boy, you got that groove\nRockin\' in the streets to this funky beat \nThis funky beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat\nRockin\' in the streets to this funky beat\nThe beat\nFunky little beat This funky beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat\nRockin\' in the streets\nRockin\' in the street \nTwo o\'clock, the party\'s still goin\' and\nAll my friends, they\'re ready to go\nYou turn around, oh, I smile at you\nThat\'s when you shy down\nForget just what you want to do \nI\'m gonna let it, you know obviously\nWhat I want you to do to me\nWhy can\'t you see? It\'s so easy\nYou and me just rockin\' with that beat that beat \nFunky little beat Funky little beat\nFunky little beat Just you and me\nFunky little beat Rockin\' in the streets\nRockin\' with that funky beat that beat \nFunky little beat\nFunky little beat\nThat funky beat funky little beat\nRockin\' in the streets\nRockin\' in the street\n Two o\'clock, the party\'s still goin\' on and\nAll my friends, they\'re ready to go\nYou turn around, oh, I smile at you\nThat\'s when you shy down\nI give you all these clues\nAnd you still don\'t know what to do\nAnd you still don\'t know what to do \nRockin\' in the streets to this funky beat\nThe beat\nThe beat\nFunky little beat\nFunky little beat\nThat funky beat funky little beat\nRockin\' in the streets\nRockin\' in the street \nRockin\' in, rockin\' in...1 ",0 +7588,Dulce_Liquido___Under_The_Silence,anger, "Under The Silence You live blind in reality\nWhen dead rise in the silence\nDreams becoming a fatal nightmare\nWhen you try to escape \nSiniester evil lurks in your mind\nThe world of the dead is alive\nAwakening, the revenge is blind\nThe deepest hell \nWhen you sleep you feel your own curse\nYou try to hide from the demons\nThey want to show how your will die\nThey want to play and trap your soul\nThis is their nature to kill and destroy\nAnd sin is their life\nThey will come and observe you falling\nNo way to escape \nThe nightmares are pursuing us\nThey are under the silence in dreams\nTheir cruelty is part of their pleasure\nYou\'re in fear, screaming in fear",3 +4518,Buddy_Holly___Oh_Boy,happy, "Oh, Boy! \nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don\'t know what you\'ve been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me \n \nAll of my life\nI\'ve been a-waiting\nTonight there\'ll be no, hesitating\nOh boy oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\nStars appear and shadows are falling\nYou can hear my heart a-calling\nA little bit a-loving makes everything right\nI\'m gonna see my baby tonight\n \nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don\'t know what you\'ve been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me \n \nDum-dee-dum-dum\nOh boy\nDum-dee-dum-dum\nOh boy\nOoh-ooh-ooh-oooooh \n \nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don\'t know what you\'ve been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me \n \nAll of my life\nI\'ve been a-waiting\nTonight there\'ll be no, hesitating\nOh boy Oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me\nStars appear and shadows are falling\nYou can hear my heart a-calling\nA little bit a-loving makes everything right\nI\'m going to see my baby tonight\n \nAll of my love\nAll of my kissing\nYou don\'t know what you\'ve been a-missing\nOh boy Oh boy, when you\'re with me\nOh boy Oh boy, the world can see\nThat you, were meant, for me3 ",0 +4033,Boyzone___Dont_Stop_Looking_For_Love,happy, "Don’t Stop Looking For Love Been so long since I found someone\nYou came as some surprise\nBut I knew you were meant for me\nWhen I looked into your eyes\nSo beautiful and strong\nBoy where did you come from\nAs life passed me by\nYou fell from the sky\nAnd I could hear you say \nDon\'t stop looking for love\nIt can be found\nIn the strangest places\nJust when you\'ve given up\nAlong comes a miracle\nThat turns your life around\nSo don\'t stop, looking for love\nWalking around with my head hanging\nDown, I felt so all alone\nAnd your love seemd miles away\nI was a heart without a home\nA woman in the rain\nYou took the clouds away\nNow bright as the sun\nOur love has begun\nAnd I could hear you say... \nCHORUS \nSuddenly my dream had\nCome and rescued me\nI can\'t believe I finally reached the day\nNow I can say... \nCHORUS to fade",0 +9510,Freak_Power___Waiting_For_The_Story_To_End,happy, "Waiting for the Story to End It\'s all in your head, she said\nYou know it\'s right there in you mind\nSoul food is brain food so you get back payment in kind\nStroll up to the cash desk, push you trolley up that ramp\n The change\'ll do you good she said\nAnd you even get Green Stamps \nWe\'re just waiting for the story to end\nThe credits will be rolling again\nIf you make love to your enemies\nYou masturbate your friends, and that\'s the end\n It\'s all there in the past. she said\nWhen the Merry Pranksters rolled\nThe cats and dogs in harmony\nAnd the ppigs do what they\'re told\n Get back on the bus, she said lovin Kenny Kesey\nThe streets are paved with daisies\n\'Cause we made them on our own ",0 +8284,Emma_Bunton___Perfect_Strangers,happy, "Perfect Strangers \nShe was a girl\nCaught in a circle\nWaiting for something\nPlaying for time\nDay after day\nEverything\'s perfect\nPerfectly normal\nIn her life \n \nOn the wrong train\nIn the rush hour\nBusy dreamin nothing\nThen everything changed\n \nShe his face\nThey fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day we were perfect strangers \n \nHe left on time\nBut he\'s always rushin\nIt\'s getting him somewhere\nNowhere fast\nNo one to leave\nNo one to get over\nThere\'s something missing\nIn his life \n \nOn the right train\nGoing no name\nLooks up moment\nThen everything changed \n \nHe saw her face\nThey fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day we were perfect strangers\n \nBa da da da\nBah ah ah ah ah\nBa da da da\nBa da da da\nBah ah ah ah ah\nBa da da da\nOn the wrong train\nIn the rush hour\nBusy dreamin nothin\nThen everything changed \n \nI saw your face\nWe fell in love\nWith a danger\nRemember the place\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers \n \nRemember the day\nI saw your face\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers\nRemember the day\nThat was the day we were perfect strangers1 ",0 +4181,Brenda_Russell___Piano_In_The_Dark,sad, "Piano in the Dark \nWhen I find myself watching the time\nI never think about all the funny things you said\nI feel like it\'s dead\nWhere is it leading me now \nI turn around in the still of the room\nKnowing this is when I\'m gonna make my move\nCan\'t wait any longer\nAnd I\'m feeling stronger but oh\n \nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt\'s pulling me back\nBack to love you \n \nI know I\'m caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark \n \nHe holds me close like a thief of the heart\nHe plays a melody\nBorn to tear me all apart\nThe silence is broken\nAnd no words are spoken but oh \n \nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt\'s pulling me back\nBack to love you\n \nI know I\'m caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark \n \nThe silence is broken\nAnd no words are spoken but oh \n \nJust as I walk through the door\nI can feel your emotion\nIt\'s pulling me back\nBack to love you \n \nI know I\'m caught up in the middle\nI cry just a little\nWhen I think of letting go\nOh no, gave up on the riddle\nI cry just a little\nWhen he plays piano in the dark\n \nOh..i cry,i cry..2 ",1 +3279,Black_Box_Recorder___The_Facts_of_Life,sad, "The Facts of Life Do do do, do do do\nDo do do, do do do \nWhen boys are just eleven they begin to grow in height\nAt a faster rate than they have done before\nThey develop curiosity and start to fantasise\nAbout the things they have never thought of doing before\nThese dreams are no more harmful than\nThe usual thoughts that boys have\nOf becoming football stars or millionaires\nAs long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains\nIt\'s just a nature walk\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life \nA boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl\nBut not daring to because she might say no\nAt last he summons up the courage phones\nAnd discovers someone else has asked her first and she\'s said yes\nNow\'s time to deal with the fear of being rejected\nNo-one gets through life without being hurt\nAt this point the boy who\'s listening to this song\nIs probably saying It\'s easier said than done and it\'s true \nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life\n Do do do, do do do\nDo do do, do do do \nSmall-town dating differs from more urban situations\nIn particular if there\'s few places to go\nAdolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade\nIf they have to almost anywhere will do\nA family car, a disused coalmine\nA rowing boat or a shed\nExperimentation, familiarisation\nIt\'s all a nature walk \nIt\'s just the facts of life\nThere\'s no master plan\nWalk me home from school\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night\nThey develop into sweet dreams\nIt\'s just the facts of life \nIt\'s just the facts of life Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nThere\'s no master plan Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nWalk me home from school Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand\nYou\'re getting ideas Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nAnd when you sleep at night Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nThey develop into sweet dreams Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nIt\'s just the facts of life\nIt\'s just the facts of life Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nThere\'s no master plan Ideas develop into sweet dreams\nWalk me home from school Sweet dreams develop into ideas\nI\'ll let you hold my hand I\'ll let you hold my hand ",1 +1131,Amy_Adams___Happy_Working_Song,happy, "Happy Working Song \nCome my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song\nMerry little voices clear and strong\nCome and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in\nCleaning crud up in the kitchen\nAs we sing along\nTrill a cheery tune in the tub as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain\nPluck a hairball from the shower drain\nTo the gay refrain\nOf a happy working song\nWe\'ll keep singing without fail\nOtherwise we\'d spoil it\nHosing down the garbage pail\nAnd scrubbing up the toilet, ooh! \nHow we all enjoy letting loose with a little la-da-dum-dum-dum\nWhile we\'re emptying the vacu-um\nIt\'s such fun to hum\nA happy working song\nOo-ooh, a happy working song \nOh, how strange a place to be\nTill Edward comes for me\nMy heart is sighing\nStill, as long as I am here\nI guess a new experience could be worth trying\nHey, keep drying! \nYou could do a lot when you got such a happy little tune to hum\nWhile you\'re sponging up the soapy scum\nWe adore each filthy chore that we determine\nSo friends even though you\'re vermin\nWe\'re a happy working throng \nSinging as we fetch the detergent box\nFor the smelly shirts and the stinky socks\nSing along\nIf you cannot sing, then hum along\nAs we\'re finishing our happy working song!\n Spoken\nAh...wasn\'t this fun? ",0 +5197,Cher___The_Gunman,happy, "The Gunman When I enter a room\nI will only sit facing the door\nIt\'s love I\'m looking for\nAs I search every face\nI start to wondering is this the place \nFor love is a gunman and no mercy has he\nHe\'ll hunt you down until the day death sets you free\nLove is a gunman and he\'s coming to town\nYou\'ll met his glaze both barrels blaze\nStaring you down\nLove is the gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are set on me\nYou can run, you can hide\nYou can even saddle up and ride\nBut love won\'t be deny\nYou can wear a disguise\nBut it isn\'t fooled by alibis \nFor love is a gunman and no mercy has he\nHe\'ll hunt you down until the day death sets you free\nLove is a gunman and he\'s coming to town\nYou\'ll met his glaze both barrels blaze\nStaring you down\nLove is the gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are set on me \nFor love is a gunman, love is a gunman\nLove is a gunman and no mercy has he\nThis time his sights are fixed on me",0 +8654,Everclear___Thrift_Store_Chair,happy, "Thrift Store Chair Baby go to bed\nAnd put out the light\nWe both know\nIf we talk anymore\nWe are going to end up\nIn a great big fight \nYou can have your way again\nYeah you can believe\nWhat you want to believe\nYou can walk all over me\nTomorrow \nBut tonight\nCan we both\nJust pretend to sleep \nI think we\'re headed for a big fall\nThink we\'re headed for a bad time \nI\'m going to go downstiars\nAnd sit in that chair you like \nI want to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nYes, I need to slow it down for a while \nYeah\nI wish\nWe had never bought\nA king size bed \nThe only damn thing\nThat it\'s ever been good for\nIs plenty room\nFor the real good sex\n I lay in bed in the dark\nAnd all that I can see\nIs the distance that\nGrows between us\nYou seem\nSo far from me \nYes I think we are headed\nFor a big fall\nThink we are headed\nFor a bad time \nI\'m going to go downstairs\nIm going to sit by myself\nAll alone\nIn the middle of the night \nI\'m going to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nI think we need to slow down\nFor a while \nI\'m going to go downstairs\nSmoke cigarettes\nIn that thrift store chair\nYou like\nI\'m going to put a John Prine\nRecord on\nI think we need to slow down\nFor a while \nWe need to slow down for a while ",0 +8613,Evan_and_Jaron___Done_Hangin_On_Maybe,happy, "Done Hangin’ on Maybe Last night I heard the sweetest words\nIf I wasn\'t drinkin\' I might have remembered\nMore of what she said\nThere were sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI\'ve been down and I\'ve been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nI\'ve been down and I\'ve been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nNow another day has found me\nIf I wasn\'t so stupid I\'d have ushered in\nThe morning holding her tight\nWith sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI\'ve been down and I\'ve waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nWell I-I-I-I\'m done hangin\' on maybe\nWell I-I-I-I\'m done hangin\' on maybe\nTonight I\'ll say the sweetest words\nBut if I\'m not drinking I might not remember\nTo say just what I mean\nNo more old sounds of promise\nAnd shades of grace\nI\'ve been down and I\'ve been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nI\'ve been down and I\'ve been waiting\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nHere she comes\nWell I-I-I-I\'m done hangin\' on maybe\nWell I-I-I-I\'m done hangin\' on maybe\nI don\'t wanna go\nShe don\'t wanna go\nThis time is ours\nI don\'t wanna go\nShe don\'t wanna go\nWe both know this time is ours tonight\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight",0 +4572,Burt_Bacharach___This_Guys_In_Love_With_You,calm, "This Guy’s in Love with You You see this guy\nThis guy\'s in love with you\nYes, I\'m in love\nWho looks at you the way I do\nWhen you smile I can tell\nWe know each other very well\nHow can I show you\nI\'m glad I got to know you, 'cause \nI\'ve heard some talk\nThey say you think I\'m fine\nYeah, I\'m in love\nAnd what I\'d do to make you mine\nTell me now, is it so?\nDon\'t let me be the last to know\nMy hands are shaking\nDon\'t let my heart keep breaking, 'cause\nI need your love\nI want your love\nSay you\'re in love\nIn love with this guy\nIf not, I\'ll just die \nTell me now, is it so?\nDon\'t let me be the last to know\nMy hands are shaking\nDon\'t let my heart keep breaking, 'cause \nI need your love\nI want your love\nSay you\'re in love\nIn love with this guy\nIf not, I\'ll just die",2 +3728,Blutengel___Leave_the_Day_Crystal_Tears_remix,happy, "Leave the Day Crystal Tears remix This is the night\nWhere all your dreams come true\nI\'ll catch your life\nI\'ll paralyze your soul \nShow me your fear\nIt\'s time to break the chains\nTurn off the light\nSalvation comes to you this night \nAnd you\'re hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou\'re too weak to touch the sky\nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we\'ll leave the day \nRegret your sins\nWith every breath you take\nYou try to run\nBut I will hold you back \nYou lost your way\nWith every step you make\nAnd all your fears\nGrowing every second, you will stay \nFeel the pain inside your heart\nYour crystal teardrops fade to black… \nAnd you\'re hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou\'re too weak to touch the sky \nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we\'ll leave the day\n Try to fly… Try to fly… \nAnd you\'re hiding in the darkness\nSpread your arms and try to fly\nBut the pain you feel is stronger\nYou\'re too weak to touch the sky \nAnd the tears that you are crying\nIs the price you have to pay\nWe will guide you through the shadows\nTake our hands, we\'ll leave the day \nTry to fly… Try to fly… ",0 +8244,Emily_Jane_White___Blue,sad, "Blue Blue, so blue was your love that I held and pursued\nAnd true, so true, the black hand, oh it takes you back\nAnd you turn to a figure in the light\nNo wait, but you turn back \nAnd we danced in diamond dust\nOh yea, we danced in diamond dust \nOh black, oh black and blue - I was when I left you\nA figment of the past, a battered highway\nCow skulls marking death\nBaby\'s breath and dried misery you left on my door\nAnd we danced so hard that the cold, cold black rain fell\nAnd the blood on the ground, on the ground, washed away\nAnd your body was gone and it left no trace\nBut a trail of ash has led me to this dark place \nDid you see in the way that she did run, run faster than anyone?\nAway from the snake-eyed mule of a man\nYes you can, yes you can, yes you can\nYes you can, yes you can, yes you can \nBlue, so blue, was your love that I held and pursued\nAnd true, so true, the black hand, oh it takes you back",1 +281,Abra_Moore___Birthday_Song,sad, "Birthday Song For you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nCould you stay the way you are? \nYou don?t have to carry\nThis world on your shoulders\nThis life can be scary\nBut when you get older \nWell, I don?t have no magic map\nTo help guide you along your path\nI just wish you\nAll the best in this world\nFor you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nCould you keep it in your heart? \nAnd there you are\nYou\'re way above the shut up now\nI\'m coming after you, yeah \nI pull you back\nBut you keep crawling back for more\nYou keep crawling back for more \nGo get your life\nIt?s out there calling to you\nYeah, you got the light \nFor you are so beautiful\nAnd you are so wild\nAnd you are so young\nYou just stay the way you are, yeah\nYeah",1 +9478,Franz_Ferdinand___The_Lobster_Quadrille,sad, "The Lobster Quadrille \n Will you walk a little faster? \nSaid a whiting to a snail\n There\'s a porpoise close behind us\nAnd he\'s treading on my tail\nSee how eagerly the lobsters\nAnd the turtles all advance!\nThey are waiting on the shingle -\nWill you come and join the dance? \n \nWill you, won\'t you, won\'t you\nWill you, won\'t you join the dance?\nWill you, won\'t you, will you\nWon\'t you, won\'t you join the dance? \n ",1 +3717,Blur___Parklife,happy, "Parklife [Verse 1: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nConfidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as Parklife!\nAnd morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as Parklife!\nJohn\'s got brewer\'s droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of it Parklife!\nWho\'s that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate, get some exercise \n[Chorus: Damon Albarn & Phil Daniels]\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife\nKnow what I mean?\n[Verse 2: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nI get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen Parklife!\nI put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving me house Parklife!\nI feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous wellbeing Parklife!\nAnd then I\'m happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it \n \nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife \n[Verse 3: Phil Daniels & Graham Coxon]\nParklife Parklife!\nParklife Parklife!\nIt\'s got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch Technik, you know\nParklife Parklife!\nAnd it\'s not about you joggers who go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round\nParklife Parklife! \n \nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife\nAll the people\nSo many people\nAnd they all go hand in hand\nHand in hand through their parklife 17 ",0 +7412,Donny_Hathaway___A_Song_For_You_Live__The_Troubador__Los_Angeles__CA,sad ,,1 +3328,Black_Label_Society___Sick_Of_It_All,happy, "Sick of It All Undertaking, all forsaking\nWhere you gonna go?\nNo-one told you how it would be \nHelter Skelter, ain\'t no shelter\nStare into the sun\nYou can look, but you won\'t see \nWhere are you gonna go?\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nFly so high, you\'re gonna die\nWhen one\'s got broken wings\nNo-one told you how it would be \nThe battle between the highs and lows\nDrowned yourself again\nIt\'s where you find that you\'re free \nWhere are you gonna go?\nNothing\'s left that you know\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all \nWhere are you gonna go?\nWhen nothing\'s left that you know\nThe rise before the fall\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nWhen you\'re just sick of it all\nWhen you\'re just sick of it allSee Black Label Society LiveGet tickets as low as $82",0 +9609,Frontline_Assembly___Vanished,calm, "Vanished We cling to each other\nLike a child and a mother\nA desperation of seperation\nI feel i\'m going under \nTo the left to the right to the middle\nMy head is spinning around\nTo the left to the right to the middle\nI am going under ground \nUntrue as true can be\nWe\'re seeking endlessly\nNo answers for tomorrow\nWe\'ll drown in our sorrow\nVanishing horizons\nWe leave each other cold\nI am dying on the inside\nNo where left to go \nThe bruises on my skin\nMeans you held too tight\nThe evil that you spoke of\nDoesn\'t make it right \nI know what you\'re feeling\nI know what you\'re thinking\nI know what you\'re doing\nI know what you\'re feeling \nVanishing horizons\nWe leave each other cold\nI am dying on the inside\nNo where left to go\nThe bruises on my skin\nMeans you held too tight\nThe evil that you spoke of\nDoesn\'t make it right",2 +5790,Conjure_One___One_Word,sad, "One Word With only one word\nYou took the ice out of the air again\nAnd put the heat back in the sun again\nWith only one word \nWith only one word\nYou put the weapons of the world away\nIt\'s funny how one single thing you choose to say\nWill change the world and then\nIt suddenly means something better\nEvery single thing I see, good or bad\nYou make it mean something better\nEvery pleasure, every pain\nEvery nightmare that I dream\nMake it mean something better \nWith only one word\nYou change the ending of a tragedy\nAnd summon power from the injuries\nWith only one word\nIt\'s funny how one single thing you choose to say\nWill change the world and then\nIt suddenly means something better \nEvery single thing I see, good or bad\nYou make it mean something better\nEvery pleasure, every pain\nEvery nightmare that I dream\nMake it mean something better \nEvery time that I can\'t make a sound\nAnd I think that I\'m starting to drown\nEven when I try to take you down\nEvery time that I think I\'m alone\nAnd I can\'t find a word of my own\nYou take me home\nAnd then you change the world again\n With only one word\nYou took a war out of my history\nIt\'s funny how one single thing you choose to see\nCould change the world\nAnd give mine back to me so much better \nEvery single thing I see better\nEvery single thing I dream better\nSo much better\nEvery pleasure, every pain better\nEvery nightmare that I dream I dream\nMake it mean something better ",1